Erotic Friendfiction

## Origin

The **Erotic Friendfiction** is a literary masterpiece written by Vanesa. It features the five GATO admins of the 2019-2020 year in an alternate universe where they're all interested in guys and they get stuck in an elevator. Shenanigans ensue.

It is named after and inspired by Tina Belcher of Bob's Burgers in the episode "Bad Tina", where she has also written erotic fiction featuring her friends.

## Transcript

**Part 1**: Trapped

“Have you ever heard of the movie *The Devil*?”

The short dark blond cracked a wry smile at his joke, which was still funny the fifth week in a row. At this point, the gaming club admins had barely registered it, the wise crack blending in the background of routine of dropping of opening the clubs & groups locker room, storing the gaming club consoles in the chained box, and taking the elevator back down.

It had been a long night. It was like every other gaming club night – coming in approximately two hours before club officially starts, setting up tables and games, having everything ignored in favour of Smash, and indiscriminate screaming. Something about tonight was stressful, and it was clear in Darcy’s half-hearted attempt to continue routine. Maybe it was the heavy amount of club members, which became a problem after the success of GATO’s Clubs and Groups Day panel. (The TCSA never did find out how they snuck in fireworks and a 12-ft tall Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Man, but Duncan’s position in the TCSA and some diplomatic words from Alex helped smooth things over). Maybe David was being extra cringy that night. Or it was the stress of running Trent’s most popular and profitable club. Whatever the reason was, the boys were feeling extra weary. The lack of response to the joke was deafening, and as they piled into the elevator, the awkward tension almost palpable.

The elevator had expanded from the previous year. Due to increased access to clubs and groups locker space (mostly by GATO), the elevator was almost three times the size it was. Though the boys had space to move around comfortably, five of them all together was still somewhat cramped and within each other’s personal space.

“So, gamers,” Alex started. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “I was thinking about negotiating with the Clubs VP for another room.”

Rylan, opposite him in a corner, let out a soft, “hm”. Bradley was beside him, scrolling through Liz’s heart emojis in his text conversation on his phone.

“Another one?” he asked, not looking up from his phone. “The TCSA told us we can’t get more than three rooms.”

“Fuck the TCSA,” Alex responded automatically. Despite his improved relations with the TCSA and the clout he got from running the best club on campus from them, he had not given up his dream of overthrowing them and instilling himself as God Emperor. He reminded himself that the plan was still in motion. It was all he could do to ensure he was patient and did not choose to sabotage the pride and joy of the TCSA, the Student Centre, right then and there.

“It’s a fire hazard,” Darcy piped in. “We’re too crowded. Another room would be helpful. We shouldn’t need to kick people out.”

Bradley sighed, looking up to meet Darcy in the eyes. “I know, Darcy, but do you really think the TCSA will help us?”

“They gotta,” Alex said. “We’re the reason clubs and groups at Trent have never been more popular.”

“Does it really count if it’s just us that got more members?” Darcy wondered aloud. But before anyone could respond, the elevator abruptly stopped. For the admins, it didn’t register right away if something was wrong.

Bradley laughed first. “Oh. Do you think the elevator’s broken?”

“Unlucky,” Alex said, shaking his head.

Darcy, more worried, looked around. “It should be fine.”

A minute passed without a word. Duncan went to the elevator buttons.

“Uh, guys?”

“Don’t tell me the door’s broken,” Alex complained, though it sounded more like a plea.

“I think it’s broken.”

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