Danny howls. “Bro, if you haven’t already, you better swipe that and make the claim.”
“Done,” I cut him off and end the call.
Just like that, it’s DystopiaNet official. She is mine. My little pipsqueak to conquer.
I begin typing a message inviting Pip to a private message thread. There’s hesitation as I see the three dots flicker, but she responds and accepts.
She has no idea what she’s invited in.
u/Sn1p3r_HunterX types:
Good Evening, Pipsqueak.
How did a beauty like you stray into a dark place like this?
I waited on bated breath for her reply.
u/Pipsqueak98 types:
I followed the scent of a meal.
I see now I’m not alone.
How clumsy of me…
I huff a laugh. Cute.
u/Sn1p3r_HunterX types:
You’re the gourmet meal, Pipsqueak.
I look forward to taking my first bite!
You’ve walked into a dangerous game.
There’s hesitation. She’s thinking.
I’m already in her head.
u/Pipsqueak98 types:
I’m not sure if I’m scared of you,
or intrigued by you.
u/Sn1p3r_HunterX types:
You should be both.
u/Pipsqueak98 types:
I’m starting to think youwant me to run.
u/Sn1p3r_HunterX types:
I definitely do.
Is my little pipsqueak going to be easy to catch?
