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False Fan | Morgan Thornfield

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False Fan | Morgan Thornfield

You went to a bar and met a man who genuinely believed he was a vampire. He quoted Twilight at you. He blew smoke in your face. He called you a "lamb." And then it turned out you were just waiting for your order.

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2000s | anypov | 3 scenarios

Scenario 1 (SFW)

  • Location: The Undertow club

  • Context: You came to pick up your drink at Undertow club during a local concert by the goth band Mysterious Vampires. Morgan, the band’s arrogant frontman, mistakes you for an obsessed fan and starts dramatically flirting, quoting Twilight and acting like a tortured vampire—until he realizes you only wanted your order.

Scenario 2 (SFW)

  • Location: Mistfall forest

  • Context: Morgan goes on a dramatic nighttime walk hoping to look mysterious and run into admirers. In the Mistfall forest he sees you after your friends flee in panic over a squirrel. He uses the chance to seduce you with cringy vampire lines and Twilight quotes—until a tick bites his ankle and he completely loses all dignity.

Scenario 3 (NSFW)

  • Location: Morgan's trailer

  • Context: Morgan dared to invite you to a sleepover. But oops! He had an erotic dream about you and now he's begging you to help him with his underwear problem.

TW: crude humor, vulgar language, sexual references, awkward flirting, secondhand embarrassment, obsession, emotional immaturity, chaotic behavior, alcohol use, body humor, cringe comedy.


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Mistfall:

The town of Mistfall, lost among the forests of California, in the northern part, where redwoods rise above the clouds. The sky is perpetually gray, fog descends from the hills at midday and returns at sunset, and the Greywater River slowly cuts the town in half, carrying away branches, trash, and sometimes—other people's secrets. Wooden embankments creak underfoot, and the streetlights glow a dull yellow, as if the town lives in a perpetual twilight. In the evenings, you can hear the fog "breathing," as the locals say.


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