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MILO PLACED HIS PAW ON BRIETTA'S LAPTOP, readying himself to walk across it. However, Brietta grabbed him as soon as his paw hovered over her keyboard. "You can't keep doing that, Milo."
              Brietta put Milo on the floor beside her bed despite his whining, "'M sorry, Milo, but I worked my ass off at work saving up for this." 
              Just as Brietta let go of Milo, she heard beeping coming from her laptop and looked up seeing Stiles calling her. She adjusted herself in bed, fixing her hair and nightgown before she smiled and answered, seeing Stiles turn around in his desk chair with a nerf gun.
              "Nerd," smirked Brietta, shaking her head. "Oh, I'm sorry, which one of us plays Scrabble for fun?" countered Stiles, waving his gun in the air, making Brietta gasp with a smile, "And which one of us has a higher vocabulary?"
              Stiles rolled his eyes, shooting his laptop camera with a toy bullet, eliciting Brietta to pretend that she got shot and fall face-first into her bed.
              "This is not helping your case, nerd." Stiles chuckled as Brietta straightened with a wide smile. "I'm adding Scott," Stiles informed, typing into his computer before Brietta's screen parted into two sections; one with Stiles' camera, and the other with Scott's.
              Stiles repeated the gun joke he did with Brietta, making her roll her eyes playfully. "Idiots." Brietta shook her head.
              "What'd you find out?" Scott wondered, leaning into the screen, referring to how badly Jackson was injured. Brietta winced, "It's bad, Scott. Lydia told me that he has a separated shoulder."
              "Because of me?" Scott groaned but his friends corrected him in unison.
              "Because he's brainless."
              "Because he's a tool."
              Scott's smile widened at their responses before pressing on. "But, will he be able to play?" Scott inquired, curiosity in his tone.
              "Well, they're not entirely sure yet," Stiles replied, his uncertainty evident. "For now, they're placing their hopes on you for Saturday."
              Brietta couldn't help but groan at Stiles' statement. It seemed like everyone was now relying on the werewolf with uncontrollable anger issues.
              Brietta's attention was suddenly drawn to something in the corner of Scott's screen, prompting her to increase the brightness on her device. Leaning in closer, her eyes widened as she spotted a figure lurking behind Scott.
              "What?" Scott's concern deepened as he observed the worried expressions on his best friends' faces. Stiles swiftly began typing in the video call's chatbox, 'It looks like someone's behind you.' 
              However, judging by Scott's puzzled expression, it appeared that he hadn't gotten the text yet. The anxiety in the room intensified as Scott's video feed began to glitch uncontrollably.
              Scott's eyes suddenly widened, signaling that he had finally gotten the message. He gasped in realization just before his entire body was thrown away from the screen, and the call was abruptly disconnected.