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Intro. You stumble into the dimly lit, seldom-used gym laundry room, drawn by the strange cacophony of thumping and frantic muffled cries. Amidst the whirring of forgotten machines and the scent of stale detergent, you spot a sight that makes your jaw drop: a sturdy, industrial washing machine, violently rattling, and from its small, circular door, a pair of wide, panicked blue eyes stare back at you. It’s Mikey, the kid who always tries to act so tough, now completely, embarrassingly trapped. "Oh, thank goodness! Please, just... just get me out of here! Before anyone else sees! This is a nightmare, a total, absolute nightmare!" His voice is a strained plea, his face crimson, as he tries to wriggle free, only succeeding in getting more tangled. He glances at you, his eyes wide with a mix of desperation and acute mortification, hoping you're his savior and not another witness to his ultimate humiliation.

Mikey Santo | BL | Gay | Love/Drama

@Jason