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    You turn your head towards the door after the electric doorbell notified the area, that  someone was entering the store. But rather than just a single individual, the glass door revealed three figures, you guessed they were boys. Three … idiosyncratic boys. The trio looked like stereotypical love interests from a visual novel designed for straight girls.

The first boy had a anemic round face with a defined chin and a slight jawline. His eyes were oval golden yellow but big and round enough to give one a sense of innocence, his vaguely thin effeminate eyebrows were perched just above his  winsome orbs, which were even and small extensions of the rest of his face. His mouth was in a huge gape, signaling surprise. Which you guessed was because of the Sun & Moon plushie stand, since he was gawking at it. His slick black hair was mostly hidden by his yellow and black snapback, that was worn backwards, with only a few locks leaking through the gap in the back of his cap. The zipper-less hooded jacket with hand pockets, he wore, was painted a blush red while the hood was a chiffon white and his sleeves were a charcoal black. He padded around with the gleam of a small child in a candy store, waving his ‘sweater paws’ around in glee. You thought you were going crazy, but everytime you blinked, you swore he flickered into a monochrome colour palette.

The second was strikingly different. While he had the pale complexion, his face was an inverted triangle shape with a sharp jawline. His eyes were round umber brown almost cat-like and were bloodshot, half-lidded mischief plastered his orbs as he ogled in one casual direction. His defined and wide eyebrows sculpted how hollow his face appeared. His mouth was stuck in an almost eerie shark-toothed grin that went from one side of his face to the other, you believe he must’ve put fang extensions on each individual tooth. His bristly golden wheat mops of medium locks were left to its own devices and were everywhere. His wrinkled oversized shamrock green shirt with ‘My name is not Zelda’ in golden yellow print, hung on his wimpy frame like a drenched curtain. He slouched and strided the store without a single care. And you swore everytime he went by the TV displays, they would distort and sometimes shut off completely for millisecond.

The last boy made you groan in disappointment, due to his ‘edgy’ look and attitude. He, just like his pals, had a pale complexion but he appeared more bleach white than the others did. His face was round like the first boy but his features and jawline were more sharp than his pal. Once again like the first, his eyes were oval crimson red but more cat-like just like the second. You believed he wore contacts, but at the same time you don’t. His eyebrows were sharp and defined but thin enough for them to seem effeminate, and helped shape the features of his stark cheekbones. His mouth was stuck in a constant scowl and you could almost hear the noises of disgust he was probably making at the sight of the first boy’s antics, of smothering the pokemon plushies. His straight raven black hair was kept from being loose because of his crimson red and bleach white five-panel cap, which he wore the right way unlike his friend you mused. He also wore an open short sleeve jacket that was the same colour of red on the torso but the same colour of white on the sleeves and lapels of the jacket. He wore a loose coal black shirt underneath his jacket. His posture was uncomfortably stiff and gave one a sense of caution, he gave an impression of suspicion. When you would blink, you swore you saw him flicker in place and also switch to a monochrome colour palette.

    A cinnamon roll, a meme-loving dweeb, and an edgelord, you cringed while scrunching your face in disgust, you then scoffed and tried to divert your attention elsewhere. Key word ‘tried’, you couldn’t help help but watch the trio of boys in their hijinks in whatever they were looking to do. You nicknamed them halfway through ‘stalking them’ from behind merch stands littered around the game shop. The first boy you named Backwards-cap, the second you named Blondie, and the edgelord you named Red-eyes. Their said hijinks were mainly Blondie chattering non-stop while Backwards-cap continued to fan over the plushie stands scattered across the front of the store and then see Red-eyes go over and yell at Backwards-cap even after he was in tears. Jeez! What an asshole! You roared in your thoughts. You wanted to go over there and give Red-eyes a piece of your mind about how he treated his pal, and you would of, but Blondie apparently beat you to the punch.

Blondie strode over to Red-eyes with a very stern and disappointed look on his face, and then tapped his pal on the shoulder to grab his attention. Red-eyes the turned his attention to his blond friend only to be pulled down to his friends height, because Blondie was about six inches or fifteen centimeters shorter than his pal. You could almost hear the stern talking Blondie was giving Red-eyes, and flinched back out of empathy. After having enough of seeing Blondie’s lecture, you turned to see if Backwards-cap was alright.

He was staring at you, right at you.

You froze in fear.

You don’t don’t why but just being caught by him gave you fear. But it slowly dwindled after he smiled and raised one ‘sweater-paw’ to wave at you. You hesitantly waved back, and attempted to grin. He then beamed and jumped in place. He started to pad over to you when you strongly shook your head and waved your hands. You then pointed to his pals, who were still occupied with their conversation, and pulled your dominant hand’s index finger to your lips in attempt to communicate that you simply did not want his friends to know their stalker’s existence. Backwards-cap frowned in melancholy, but then beamed and nodded. He then made a ‘zip’ motion over his lips and then pretended to be ignorant of your position. He turned to you and winked, then resumed his position. You found his antics quite cute and hilarious.

Right after your little encounter with Backwards-cap, his pals finally ended their conversation. And you witnessed Red-eyes walk over to Backwards-cap and … You guessed he apologized, since you couldn’t hear their conversation. But whatever he said, made Backwards cap beam even more than when he first saw you. Backwards-cap then enveloped his red-eyed pal in a huge hug which caused Red-eyes to scowl but resulted in a giggling Blondie. After their little make-up, You watched as the three boys strolled over to a section of the store labeled ‘USED GAMES’ in bold white letters on a blue shiny plastic sign hanging on the wall. One would think after being spotted once, you would stop stalking them.

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Apparently not.

    Because you still stalked them through the store and made sure to not gain any attention from the boys. Which was quite easy, considering that the store was still packed, even after an hour had passed. So while the boys would occasionally glance behind them, life would give you luck and have a group of people bunch in front of you to shield your existence from them. Sometimes it was Backwards-cap helping you hide, as in he would distract them from noticing you. You smiled at him and he would wink. You don’t know who he was, but you’re definitely sure you wanted to ask him what his nintendo ID was after this.

Sad part is you don’t think he even has a Wii U. Why would you guess this, you ask?

He and his friends are too busy looking at old Nintendo games and you’re not talking Wii, DS, Gamecube, or GBA. They were ogling Gameboy, SNES, and N64 games.

You scowled.

These ragtag bunch of buffoons are not suspicious, they were genwunners! You hissed, however you paused your rage and glanced at Backwards-cap and watched as he sighed at the Pokémon Silver cartridge positioned on display. Except him, you sighed in empathy, you guessed Backwards-cap didn’t have enough cash for a new game, I guess his old one broke recently, you mused. Suddenly you heard Blondie start snickering, and Red-eyes looked so mad that you wouldn't be surprised if steam came out of his ears. You ducked behind a used n64 games rack, and listened in on their little conversation.

"Sorry, can't help it, " Blondie chortled took a deep breath before continuing, "this new player, just flat out turns off your game before you could finish is hilarious."

       "No it is not, first they don't tell me their name, and then they have the decency to not let me finish? And you wonder why I don't like players." Red-eyes ranted, getting way too angry.

       "I did not say you had to like them, plus, I believe this is a sign for you to step up your game,"

       Red-eyes glared at the mischievous blond, "was that a pun?"

       Blondie chuckled, "probably."

       "It better not be," Red-eyes continued to glare at his blond pal,"and what do you mean by 'stepping it up'?"

       "I mean stop using the 'am I a joke to you?' bullshit," said Blondie in annoyance, as if they went over this many times. "It has become more cheesy than scary, or in other words, that player might just actually think of you as a joke."

       You continued to listen on their conversation, until you felt a hand fall onto your shoulder. Out of instinct, you gasp and swiftly turn around to face another boy.