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Hi!

There was a different prompt that was in this one, but I switched them out because it was smut and I wanted to give y'all some fluff instead since the last was smut.

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Anyways, here's the shot and I hope y'all enjoy!!

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Ship: Nogla harem

Top(s): Evan, Brian, Tyler, Jon & Marcel

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Team 6

Setting: GameStop

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, name calling, mention of porn and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Third pov -

"So this is what they did with the place..." Evan muttered, stopping in the sidewalk to look up at the big yellow sign atop the black brick building.

Tyler hummed, nodding his head as he admired the newly built in light fixtures and the unbelievably clean windows.

"Yeah...you'd expect a Dollar Tree, or something useful." He replied, earning a snort of agreement from Brian.

"Anything's more useful t'an a GameStop." He commented.

Jon hummed, crossing his arms as he tilted his head with a huff.

"Well I think we should give it a try." He reasoned. That earned him small sounds of disgust from the group, making him laugh at the grimaces on their faces.

"I agree. They might have a few cool things in there." Marcel added, shrugging his shoulders at his friends.

Thw guys never really liked game stores. Let alone GameStops. The only reason they'd even step foot into a shop like that was if they needed to buy a new controller, or a new mouse pad.

But even so, they preferred online gaming on their PCs and buying stuff straight from Amazon. So there really was no need to do much in a gaming store than to browse around or just make fun of how much the geeks running the store put into designing the place with themes and such.

But the group had been bored, and wanted to check out the new place. The building in which was now a GameStop, had been abandoned and run down for over five years. A few weeks back, they had seen construction men fixing up the place and that was enough to draw their curiosity.

But now seeing it was a GameStop, they could care less about what was inside. They've seen enough of them to know exactly what hid inside those four brick walls.

"What's there to try? The bitter taste of rubber in the air whenever walking into a new store?" Evan deadpanned. Brain laughed at that, finding it all too true.

"Well, just to look around y'know? It could have new comics, Funko pops... Pokemon cards?" Marcel said, smiling as the last word had Tyler glancing away from his phone and hesitating.

"I could get that Mewtwo I need...chances are that it isn't possible...but the percentage of that happening aren't exactly slim either—"

"Okay don't get all technical on us. We'll just go in the damn store, shit." Evan huffed, not wanting to hear another mouthful of nerd talk by the American.

The others laughed as they followed Evan into the small shop, finally moving away from the center of the sidewalk.

As promised, upon walking through the double glass doors the men were hit by a subtle taste of rubber mixed with a lemon air freshener.

It wasn't exactly welcoming, but it was better smelling than most nerd-shops.

"Looked smaller on the outside." Jon commented, glancing around at the shoulder level shelves and walls filled with posters and framed pictures. Similar to the kind you'd see at a movie theater.

"Got that right. This place is massive." Brian sighed, knowing his roommates were gonna be here for at least half an hour.

Everything was tempting. From the sealed comics that were placed in organized display boxes like vinyls, to the thick books of fantasy lore and other nerdy books lined on dark brown shelves in the corner of the store, to even the in-perfect-condition Funko pops that had a home on the large wall; all lined up on white metal shelves.

Brian found himself drawn to those. At least hoping he'd spot something he didn't already have. And considering the shop was new and opened just yesterday, his hopes were high.

Evan wandered around the shop in a bored state. He didn't really care for many of the things this shop held like his friends did. Tyler wanted his pokemon, Brian his Funko's, Marcel his books, and Jon his comics.

Evan found himself wandering away just as the others had. But he instead walked over to the keyboards.

It wasn't like he needed any, but it wouldn't hurt to buy a backup in case Jon accidentally spilled milkshake in his office again.

The Canadian chuckled lightly, mentally making fun of the mousepads that were placed next to the RGB boards. They were absolutely atrocious. They even had a Hulk mouse pad with his popped out pecs being a place to rest your wrist in-between.

In sorta reminded him of the Deadpool one that Brian had. But instead of his chest, it was his butt.

A click of a door caught Evans attention, looking to his left to see three boxes with legs stumbling out of the storage room next to the checkout.

Well, that would be ridiculous for boxes to have legs. So it made much more sense when the boxes were set down and a tall lanky man sighed loudly in relief.

Evan watched as he swiped the back of his hand over his forehead. As if wiping non-existent sweat as he panted to catch his breath.

He found himself starting, not being able to look away from the being. He would have thought the man looked like any typical nerd. According to his dress, this is.

He wore a pair of dark green skinny jeans that were cuffed at the bottom to expose his ankles and have room to show his Vans. He had a green plaid flannel that was wrapped securely around his waist, had a grey undershirt and a black graphic T.

Not to mention the large headphones that were clearly blasting into his ears and the thick framed glasses that rested on his nose.

Typical nerd. But it wasn't what he was wearing that grabbed his attention. It was his features.

He had curly dark hair that framed his pale face, big green doe eyes that were lined with dark long lashes and pink full lips that just looked so soft.

He was too pretty to be a nerd. Or in Evan's book, he was. Yet, he fit all the categories to be one.

He had tiny green cat ears on his headphones, he wore a Green lantern ring on his middle finger and he wore a necklace that had a small Pikachu pendent. Not to mention the dorky dinosaur on his shirt.

He was definitely a nerd. Although, a cute nerd.

"Why are you looking at the keyboards? You have like, two more at home." Brian asked, stepping over to Evan with a Minions Funko in hand. He didn't necessarily think it was cool, but it looked funny, so he grabbed it anyways.

The others moved to Evan as well, some of them curious and some of them also admiring the display of custom boards. Jon even found himself looking at a Friday the thirteenth themed mouse pad.

"I don'... keyboard...cute guy." Evan managed to come up with. Not really paying mind to his friends as he kept his eyes glued on the geek. Who was now, unloading the newly shipped boxes of items to set them in the display shelves.

Brian followed his gaze, hearing the words 'cute guy' and that was enough. His expression was one that matches Evans. Disbelief.

But in less than a second, it was soon to fall to a more mischievous grin.

"Well then...who's this little—"

"Before ya start Brian, you're in no position to flirt right now. You're wearing Crocs, you left you badass leather jacket at home, your sweats have a dirty stain on your thigh and you're holding a Minions figurine. Nothing about you is attractive right now bro." Jon pointed out, saving Brian before he made an absolute fool of himself.

"He's got a point. You're every creepy man that lurks in the depths of every child's nightmare." Marcel added. Brian cursed in defeat, knowing his friends were right.

He hadn't cared to get ready this morning because they were only gonna get to-go breakfast at McDonald's and then head straight back home. He hadn't even intended on getting out of the car, but Jon saw the new place and insisted that they take a look.

Now Brian regretted even entering the damn place looking like such a mess. Especially now that he knew it had a cute worker.

"Yeah bud. Nice try." Tyler muttered, patting Brian's shoulder as the Irishman moved to hide behind his group of friends.

"Maybe you should've listened when I told you to shower this morning." Marcel butted in, earning a glare from his European roommate.

"I was gonna shower after breakfast!" He hissed quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the employee.

Alas, it was still early in the morning and nobody was pumped enough to browse a new GameStop before breakfast. They were the only ones in the shop—excluding the cute guy and the cashier behind the counter— so of course, they had drawn the attention of the geek despite him wearing headphones.

He looked up and it felt as if all time had stopped as his beautiful green eyes landed on them, causing them all to flinch or tense.

He smiled sweetly—despite their messy state due to just throwing on random clothes and heading out the door that morning— and gave them a friendly wave before going back to what he was doing.

He hadn't even looked disgusted by the way they looked. I mean, half of them were either still wearing pajamas and the other half had mismatched clothes.

Yeah, they were attractive. But a handsome face and a well built body could only do you so much when dressed like a literal hobo.

"Welp...I'm in love." Marcel whispered, accepting his fate, earning hums in agreement.

Over the next few days, the guys had came to visit the GameStop. Of course, this time around they made sure to shower and look somewhat presentable.

They never spoke to the worker, as they were just too shy. Of course, they've never had trouble with men before and even less with women. But despite that, they couldn't bring themselves to actually talk to the beautiful man.

Instead, they just watched from afar and admired silently. Observing.

They had learned the man's name as Daithi, or David. Frequently being called Nogla by the other employees and owner of the shop.

They hadn't heard him speak once. Usually giving short nods or shakes of his head whenever questioned about something. Or an occasional hum in response.

His job was to put away merchandise and organize the shelves. That much was obvious. And so far, he had done a pretty good job at it.

The shelves were neat, the merch was put on display beautifully and everything was easy to find. Wether it be a fandom or certain series of one.

He did his job well, that was for sure.

The guys refused to call their almost daily wandering-around-the-Gamestop, 'stalking'. It wasn't like they were following the guy home, trying to figure out his favorite things or even searching him up online.

They just simply liked the way he looked and the way he moved.

They find it adorable how he dances around the shop with his headphones on and the way he sways his hips to the unheard melody.

They love the way he looks like a literal nerd whenever the other employees brought in newly shipped merchandise and he ran towards them. Wanting to pick out anything good before the actual customers of the shop bought them off.

And let's not get started on how they find it hilarious how he's almost always in the Pokemon isle. Wether it be shuffling through the different kinds of cards of just messing with the Pokemon plushies.

Today was the same. Nogla was in the Pokemon isle, restacking the comics that had been tampered with by a couple of middle schoolers who were choosing a few.

Marcel had been the only one to come today. The guys only came in small groups or even one of them would show up a day. Just so that they didn't make it obvious they were stalking- observing, the man.

The shorter male did actually have a reason to come—other than the fact he wanted to admire Nogla.

He had broke his last mouse playing GTA with the guys last night. The mission had gotten very difficult and after ten times of retries the guys had gotten a bit heated.

It ended with a mouse being through thrown across the room, a water bottle being yeeted through a window and a hole the size of a fist being punctured into a desk.

And only one of those were done by Marcel himself.

So now here he is, back in the computer section like the last time he and the guys first saw Nogla.

He hadn't really been paying much mind to the worker. Seeing as he was still a tad bit angry from last night's recording session.

He walked around the corner of the shelves, moving to look on the other side. But he was so abruptly dragged out of his annoyed thoughts when he bumped into someone and the two came falling to the ground.

The thuds of books falling to the floor entered Marcel's ears as he groaned, rubbing his tailbone where it had made impact with the hard carpet floor.

"Ugh...fuck." A voice winced.

He looked up, finally seeing who he had crashed with. He was ready to curse them out. To yell at them and maybe, even throw a few punches if he was in the mood.

But he didn't, upon seeing Nogla.

The man was so much prettier up close. Blinking his green eyes in pain as he clumsily fixed his glasses. His headphones were knocked down from his ears to his shoulders, the legendary band Queen blasting through the black muffs and finally reaching Marcel's ears.

So that's what he had been listening to...

"Crap, 'm sorry. I should've been lookin' where I was goin'." He said apologetically when meeting Marcel's gaze.

For a second, the latter had to inhale deeply as he took in the strong Irish accent. Much like Brian's, but much richer.

He loved it.

"Ah, no you're cool dawg. I myself wasn't really paying attention either." He reassured, mentally thanking the Gods for not stuttering.

He sat up quickly, helping Nogla gather the thick novels before they stood up.

"Ye okay? It sounded like ya fell harder than me." Nogla chuckled nervously, taking the books Marcel handed to him.

Oh you have no idea how hard I fell for you, Marcel thought.

"No I'm fine." He smiled, glancing at the last books title before handing it over.

"Twilight. I like that one. Good story." He commented, hoping a little chit chat wouldn't hurt. Also, he questioned why a regular series of books would be in a GameStop.

It wasn't like there was games for the movies...were there?

"Ah- Ye know Twilight?" Nogla asked, tilting his head as a fond smile graced his lips. Marcel hummed, mentally thanking for all that is holy when the other turned his music down.

He hoped that meant he was down to talk further more.

"Yup. I didn't really get into it until my sister forced me to watch the first movie. But then I found myself watching the rest of them, and then soon I was just buying myself the whole damn series in books." Marcel sighed in embarrassment, earning a bubbly laugh from the Irishman.

"Well t'ats nice. We don't usually have men wandering over ta the love stories here. Usually women come by to buy the copies since it's cheeper than rentin' from the library." He explained, shifting the books in his arms.

"Pity. I love myself a good romance novel. My roommates hate when they find one laying around because then they get curious, read a paragraph, and then tease me about how sappy and cheesy it is." Marcel groaned, getting Vietnam-like flashbacks of the guys teasing him and making fun of him.

Nogla laughed again, and Marcel noted to himself that he could never get tired of hearing it.

"Well, t'ey aren't particularly wrong. Most romance novels are dramatized these days. But even then, I think it is te sappy emotion tat I like about 'em." He smiled. Marcel couldn't help but to smile back, feeling his cheeks burn up.

"Eh- sorry, I hadn't even been proper. My name's Nogla. Yours?" The taller broke the silence, sticking his hand out. Marcel refused to say 'oh I already know'.

"Marcel." He instead responded, taking hold and giving a gentle shake. Nogla's hands were soft and warm. He liked it.

"Well Marcel, would it be rude ta ask what ye're doing in a GameStop? Most people go ta the mall ta get video games or collectables." He said, raising a brow in curiosity.

"Not at all. Uh, but to be honest, it's cheaper here. Plus, it less crowded and doesn't smell like sweaty old people and rotten pizza." He explained. Half truth, but still wasn't a lie.

He preferred the GameStop over the mall or even the Walmart because not only was it cozy and had a nice feel, but also because it had Nogla.

"And I needed a new mouse. Threw my last one across the room and the thing shattered like glass." He admitted, glancing back to the mice that sat neatly on the shelves.

Nogla chuckled shifting his hips to the side with a knowing roll of his eyes.

"Videogame rage?" He asked. Now it was Marcel's turn to laugh, nodding in response.

"GTA with the boys never goes as planned. Especially when they're all as hot headed as I am." He sighed, earning a humm of agreement. And from the small huff that signified Nogla could relate, Marcel assumed he had been through his own rages for the game.

"A mission?" Nogla questioned.

"Yup." Marcel replied.

"How many retakes?" Nogla continued.

"More than I could count." Marcel huffed.

Nogla giggled at his words. And Marcel loved the way Nogla pushed his glasses up with his middle and ring finger. Finding it all too cute.

"Well if ye want I could help ya. I've done more missions alone t'an I could remember, so I probably did te one ye guys are on." He then offered.

Marcel froze at that, feeling that it was too good to be true.

"You want to hop into a lobby with a bunch of idiots and try to teach them common sense?" He asked hesitantly, earning a small laugh from the other.

"Sure why not? Got nothin' else ta do on the weekends. Wanna exchange phone numbers?"

It really was too good to be true...

"Sure!" Marcel exclaimed. A little more enthusiastic than he intended. Regardless, Nogla wasn't bothered by it. He smiled.

"Great! Uh, I'll just put t'ese away real quick then I'll give ya my digits." He excused, lifting up his stack of books.

"Oh, go ahead." Marcel smiled. Still a bit too happy as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Nogla shot him a quick smile before he was walking away towards the book shelves on the other side of the shop.

Marcel held in his excitement, only doing a series of victory punches once Nogla was out of sight.

A few days later, it seemed as if Marcel couldn't stop smiling.

Nogla had to work a few extra days over the next week because of how much attention the new shop was getting. He had been too tired to really game, so they rescheduled their session.

Despite that though, the two still stayed in touch. They called once a day and on the third, the guys were starting to question Marcel.

They assumed he was talking to an old friend that he had been reunited with or he had a new crush or girlfriend.

It didn't matter. Regardless, they wanted to know.

He gave them little to no input and didn't inform them on jack-shit about it. They were curious and the was no damn way he could just be so happy with whoever he was talking without at least telling him who it was.

Always laughing, joking around and even sometimes flirting.

They were happy for him of course, but it was irritating that he didn't tell them shit!

On the fourth day, only half a week since Nogla and Marcel exchanged numbers, the latter had gathered the guys around in the same lobby they started up from their last mission.

Since the last session, they needed time to cool off from the game and all games in general. So they hadn't played any video games other than maybe Clash on their phone.

They weren't entirely thrilled to be back in the same mission they had failed miserably on last time, but Marcel managed to convince them he had a game plan this time. Rather hsn just running in guns blazing.

Literally.

"So what's the deal. Why are ye so thrilled ta come back ta this one?" Brian asked, visually crossing his arms in the discord facetime.

Marcel hummed happily, ignoring the question just as he had done to the rest that were thrown his way.

"Ughh! Just tell us you fuck!" Tyler groaned, spinning in his chair lazily. Marcel laughed at that, shooting one last text to David before turning his attention to his friends.

"I got us a sixth player." He said finally. The guys all groaned or sighed in relief. It wasn't much, but at least it was a start.

"Okay, what's a sixth player gonna do? Make it easier?" Jon asked in question.

"Make it more chaotic, that's what it's gonna do." Evan muttered, earning hums of agreement from the rest. Marcel clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at how stubborn his friends could be.

"No, it'll be helpful. He said he did lots of missions alone so I'm trusting his knowledge will help us." He explained, hoping he could get them all to see the bright side.

"Fine. I guess we could give it another try." Tyler said. Surprisingly, being the voice of reason despite being the one to throw his water bottle through the window.

"See! If Tyler agrees, you should all too." Marcel smiled, earning playful unheated glares from the discord.

A small bloop of a message in discord caught their attention, Marcel immediately opening it.

JerryCan#1- What's the code again? Sorry, I forgot :p

Marcel laughed at the username. He'd definitely need to ask Nogla the lore behind it.

"Wow, the dude can't even remember the code." Evan said jokingly.

"Shudd'up Evan." Marcel huffed without heat, earning the laughs of his friends.

BasicallyIDoWrk - it should be called Team 6. I renamed it since I'm adding you in

JerryCan#1 - oh Marcel you shouldn't have. I'm honoured =⁠_⁠=

BasicallyIDoWrk - shut up and get in here dipshit

JerryCan#1 - >:O

BasicallyIDoWrk - David.

JerryCan#1 - okay okay I'm coming >⁠.⁠<

Marcel chuckled lovingly as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head at the texts. He just loved the little keyboard emojis Nogla made

"David? Isn't that the name of the guy at the GameStop?" Brian asked, staring at the profile that popped up in their discord. They were muted, but the guys could clearly see the texts Marcel shared with them in their group chat.

He must've added them there before adding them into the game.

"Psh, imagine if Marcel did manage to get him to play with us. He'd hate us the second he hopped in." Jon smiled, earning a few laughs.

"Not possible. Marcel doesn't have the balls to talk to him." Tyler retorted. They burst into even more laughter. Marcel just grinning as the added profile was unmuted and in popped another camera into the facetime.

"Hey Marcel! Sorry fer being a bit late. Te camera was fuckin' me over." Nogla's voice cut the group off, all going into a deafening silence as they looked up at the added screen.

The Irishman was fixing a few things on his desk, pushing his glasses up before looking up at waving at the rest.

"Naw it's cool. Tech issues are always a problem with these idiots." Marcel reassured him, gesturing around as if pointing to the guys in the other screens.

Nogla laughed at that. The sweet sound startling the guys back into reality.

"No! My last tech issue was because ye fucks were busy watchin' porn on every available device and got me a feckin' virus!" Brian defended himself, sitting up straight to do so.

"Hey, that was only Jon okay? I had no part in that." Evan stated calmly, rolling his eyes as he reached for the bag of chips on his desk.

"Hey! That was one time because I lost my phone! A man has his needs!" Jon exclaimed, looking more annoyed than embarrassed at this point.

"No that was three times. You did it on my computer too." Tyler pointed out, in agreement with Brian.

"Well maybe if ya didn't lock me outta my room, I wouldn't have ta jerk my dick in yours!" Jon huffed in defeat. Brian laughed at that.

"Ye deserved it fer eatin' all my edibles." He shot back, raising a brow at his screen.

"Well maybe ya should've shared. Or better yet, not leave your shit around." Jon muttered, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"It had my name on it, ye fuck." Brian stated.

"You know I don't care for that shit. If I see food, I eat it. You should all know this by now." He said in defense, nodding to himself as if it was common sense.

"See what I mean by 'idiots'?" Marcel suddenly asked, turning his gaze away from the other screens to look at Nogla.

The rest had completely forgotten he was there, having been invested in their own arguments.

Nogla snorted, closing his eyes and resting the back side of his hand over his mouth. As if holding in any more laughs from slipping.

He then eventually gave up and let out a small giggle, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Well I wouldn't say they were te brightest." He admitted shamelessly. Marcel and him laughed at the faked offense that washed over their faces, curses and profanities thrown Nogla's way as if they've known him for years.

"Shit, t'at was harder than I thought it'd be." Nogla sighed, stretching his arms over his head as the others groaned in agreement.

"But hey, at least nothin' was broken. No tech, no windows, no tables." He threw in, chuckling quietly as the guys all shot their eyes to Marcel's screen.

"Jesus Mar, how much did ya tell this guy?" Brian asked. Genuinely concerned.

Now that they knew Nogla was the one Marcel had been talking to over the past week, it was hard for them to know how much he had told him.

What if he told Nogla about them? What if he exposed their secrets and embarrassing moments?

"Nothing much." Marcel grinned devilishly, earning genuine glares that Nogla mistook for playful.

"At least nothing too horrible." Nogla chimed in, drawing back the attention again as he stood up.

It wasn't like the guys could help staring as he walked away from the camera to grab something. Having noticed that he was wearing black jogging shorts that were a little too short for their brains to process.

He then came back and sat back down, taking his glasses off and pulling his hair back with a headband.

As if he couldn't get any cuter, it had tiny cat ears just like his headphones.

"Well it's late, I should be gettin' ta bed before I go ruining my sleep schedule again. Hey- actually, I don't have work tomorrow. Wanna go get breakfast together?" He asked, his lively green eyes shooting back up to them with that equally as lively smile.

"Ah- us? You want to go hangout with us? In person? After all we've been through on this shitty game?" Tyler asked, confused as to how this adorable innocent man wanted to spend more time with them.

Nogla laughed at that, nodding his head as he reached down and pulled a small dog in his lap, petting behind it's ears.

"Mhm! Why not? Ye don't wanna?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"No, we do!" Evan said. A bit more immediate than intended.

"But are you sure you can handle us? I mean playing with us is one thing. Meeting up with us is another. We could possibly get you killed." He continued playfully. The guys went along, humming and nodding rapidly in agreement.

Nogla just smiled at that, looking around as of pondering over his options.

"Well then... It'll probably be te most satisfying death anyone had ever had." He laughed. The guys didn't know what to say to that, finding it sort of sweet. So instead of responding, they just laughed along.

"Alright. Goodnight David." Marcel sighed happily, feeling accomplished in himself.

"Night Mar. Night lads." Nogla called, waving and giving them one last smile before his screen cut off and the sound of him leaving the discord filled the room.

"Marcel, you suck." Brian then said, immediately earning a scoff of confusion.

"What do you mean?! I got the cute geek from the GameStop to play with us!" He huffed.

"Yeah, but you waited a whole week before telling us that." Tyler added into Brian's words, only earning more hums of agreement from the guys.

Marcel chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes.

Ungrateful little shits.

Well at least he got Nogla all to himself before throwing him into the hell of which is his roommates.

He glanced at the lobby name as the guys continued to bicker, reading the white bold letters.

Team 6. Sounded a lot better than Team 5, that's for sure. It had a nice ring to it. It felt more accurate. More natural.

It felt right.

"I'm gonna fuck him first. I call dibs."

Marcle flinched at that, coming back to his friends having heard those words from Brian.

"What?!" He shouted.

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Hi!

More dialogue than action, but hey. My phone was on the brink of dying, so here ya are!!

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Anyway, I hoped you guys liked it and find yourself still coming back for more!!!

Stay healthy, stay safe, stay beautiful!!

Until next time my loves.

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- Jacky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi

VanossGaming - Evan

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel, Mar

H2ODelirious - Jon

IAmWildcat- Tyler

Terroriser - Brian

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