Listen...
Not every "fucking" needs to happen all the time.
Sometimes, you gotta do it because the other party either begs for it or wants it.
To differentiate the two of those things, the other one is either a bitch of a minx, or the other actually wants you and gawk gawk your shtick
And someone wants you, bro...or gal, don't care.
Oh, and you can say the N-Word once in every chapter.
I got the N-Word pass from one of my friends on Discord.
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It was the start of the morning that marked the beginning of my usual routine.
Waking up to get ready. Grab my towel. Turn on the shower head. Letting it hit me as I rinse and wash my body.
...
Were my breasts always this big?
Maybe that's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Probably puberty is showing up.
Whatever.
As I finish bathing, I look at myself in the mirror.
Despite everything, it's still me.
And everything between it? I look at myself with nothing.
Why am I even getting philosophical?
I don't know. Maybe I just wanted something to be different from my usual day.
It keeps me up sometimes, but only when it gets... What's the word? Uncanny.
It really depends, honestly.
What am I even talking about-- Let's get to school.
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Teacher: "Alright, now everybody get settled. Get away from the windows!"
Teacher: "Inhale and Exhale... Now, look, we're going to be dealing with some serious stuff today; you might've heard of it - it's called math. And without it, none of us would've been here."
Teacher: "So let's jump straight to it-- 2+2?"
Students: "4."
Teacher: "5+5?"
Students: "10."
Teacher: "What's 9+10?"
Student Clown: "67--"
Teacher: "Get out of my class before I groom you!!!"
Looking outside the window, Kim immediately starts to space out and muffle the noise all around her that sounds like idiots.
No... They're definitely idiots.
Teacher: "Now that we're done with the basics, because all of you fucking suck."
Student#67: "Sir, you can't say tha--"
Teacher: "OH, IS THAT SO?! WELL, TOO BAD! TUFF!"
The teacher suddenly slams a sign onto the whiteboard out of nowhere for everyone to see.
Teacher: "Everyone's getting a project this last semester because I said so, and because this idiot classmate of yours talked to me for being a goody goody doody two-shoes... and I expect everyone to give me a blowjob this next Friday."
Every student in the classroom groans, wishing their classmate didn't speak, like at all.
Student#69: "I'm fucking his ass in the bathroom later."
Student#66: "Count me in."
Student#68: "Same here, except I want his mouth."
Teacher: "Alright, settle down! All of you! Before I join in the fun!"
Teacher: "Kim! You're with Y/N."
Teacher: "You over there? You're with--"
Cancelling out all the noise, she tries to remember who this Y/N guy is.
Oh, that guy? Yeah no. I don't know the guy.
Someone walks up to her, probably asking for her feet pic--
Y/N: "Hey, you're my partner for this project, right?"
Kim sizes him up and looks at him very thoroughly.
While he looks average, I'll admit he does fit the vibe check.
His hair, which looks tangly and messy, gives him a carefree appearance. But not too far to make it look like it's a prerogative. 8/10.
His face appears innocent, yet not entirely so. No facade whatsoever. His face is clean but not too clean, which makes it very average. Nose? Completely fine, check. Ears? Completely normal, check. Lips? I wanna kiss it, just kidding. He can suck my dick for all I care. 7/10.
And his... clothes. It looks so damn bland!
It's... I can't even describe it without looking away and puking.
But...If I were to describe it, it would be like tasting fried chicken with no texture, seasoning, or flavour, for that matter.
Except, we can call it trash because that's what it is. 0/10.
And his shoes-- Oh god!
Kim: "You're Y/N, yeah?"
Y/N: "Yep."
Kim: "What the hell happened to your shoes?"
Y/N: "Oh, that? Yeah, I always tripped at the entrance for some reason. There was always this paper that was stuck behind my back, and before I could even see what it was. It got snatched by the janitor. It happens sometimes."
Kim: "...Maybe it's because you wear those creased-ass Jordan shoes that you get pushed down a lot."
Y/N: "Really? I don't get it. I don't get the hype about these shoes."
As Kim watches him show his old ass J's and creases them, one of his classmates sees this in pain as he kneels and cries on the ground.
Student #23: "You... You monster...!"
As the teacher finishes naming the students' groups, he notices one of his students on the floor in "despair".
Teacher: "...What's his deal?"
Student #30: "It's nothing, sir. He's just... doing his thing."
Teacher: "Drawls... Right... And I'm a groomer-- Now get back to your seat, young man."
Student #23: "Yes, daddy."
Teacher: "What the fuck--"
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Walking back home as school ends, Kim always reminds herself that even in total isolation, she finds it calming.
In a way that maybe people don't always need a friend.
It's something to consider, since most of the time, you'll be having your trust broken time and time again.
...So what?
Just because she wants and needs to be lonely most of the time...
She still wants a friend.
Regardless of what happens, she wouldn't mind if her love and trust in that friend had to be broken.
Because at least she did something she wouldn't regret doing.
...Better to be broken than to be in regret.
Honestly, though, it's just sad at this point.
It's not like she's too shy to talk to other people or have social anxiety.
None of that can be said about her.
It's more like she has standards.
Every single one who wanted to be her friend.
It always ends with them on the ground, groaning in pain from their balls getting kicked so hard that it might as well be sucked inside the pelvis.
That was for the boys who wanted to get inside her panties.
It's not like she wanted to be reminded that she was hot.
Fuck all of that shit.
If you want it, at least work hard for it. She wouldn't mind, and by then, she'd sucked your dick and soul altogether.
Sighing at that thought, it would seem to be another day as usual.
Y/N: "Hey, Kim! Wait up!"
Stopped by a sudden voice from the back, she turns around and immediately recognizes the guy.
The same old bland person.
Kim: "What's up? You need something?"
Y/N: "Actually, yeah. I do need something."
What's his deal, anyway? I don't really understand why people gotta be so weird about talking to people face to face. It's not like it's hard to do. At least this guy has some balls to actually be upfront about it.
Oh god, is he going to confess that he likes me or something? I swear, at this point, I might as well start throwing some signs that I don't want any relationship right now.
Kim: "I'm sorry, but I don't really think--"
Y/N: "Can we, like, do the project tomorrow?"
Kim: "...Huh?"
Y/N: "Uh, I mean, to be completely honest with you... I'm doing a surprise party for my parents. My adopted parents."
Kim: "Go on..."
Y/N: "I just think that we can do it tomorrow because I wanna like prepare them and surprise them? I don't even know what the hell I'm saying..."
I'm... not even sure if he's bluffing or just a straight-up idiot.
Kim: "Dude, you know we can just do it later, right?"
Y/N: "Huh?"
Kim: "If you were actually paying attention, our teacher said that we have the whole semester to do it. That means we're tight on schedule. So yeah, we have all the time in the world, I suppose."
Kim watches his eyes go blank before being surprised by his sudden laughing.
Y/N: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Is this guy insane or something?
This guy laughing out of nowhere made her think that this guy was weird.
What could've even made him laugh like that all of a sudden?
Y/N: "Calming down... Haha...I'm sorry. I'm just... laughing at myself for being so dumb."
Kim: "At least you know that you are. Most people would be making excuses and denying it."
Y/N: Please, I'm as transparent as a glass."
Kim: "As if I care if you are."
...
Y/N: "Hey... Uh... Wanna be friends?"
Kim: "...Can I ask why?"
Y/N: "Well..."
With Kim looking at him, he looks away from her as he awkwardly scratches his head.
Y/N: "I don't... really have any friends to be completely honest with you."
Kim: "...Actually, I can see that."
Y/N: "Sigh... You didn't have to be so blunt about it..."
Kim: "What? You want me to sugarcoat it? Big deal, bozo. You're stuck with me now."
Y/N: "...! Wait, so--"
Kim: "Yes, dork... I'll be friends with you... because you begged for it."
Y/N: "Thank you! It means a lot to me that you actually accepted it..."
Kim: "..."
Y/N smiles at her.
Kim looks at him blankly, completely unsure whether this guy has ulterior motives or is genuinely genuine.
She's partly going to the former, but she also wouldn't mind if he's genuine about them being friends; but it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
Some people just mask themselves to be better, some do it to fit in, or some just do it because they're afraid.
I mean, I can understand why. It's not like I have anything against people like that.
...
Kim: "Sigh... I'm going home now. Oh, and here's my phone number... Pulls out a pen and a scratch paper from her bag... since we're going to be friends from now on, you might as well have it for the sake of it and because your begging was actually getting me off."
Y/N: "Spit take... Excuse me?"
Kim: "I'm joking... and don't you dare call me or text me anything stupid, you got it?"
Y/N: "Nod... Got it."
Kim: "Good."
As Kim walks away nonchalantly, she looks back at Y/N as he looks at the paper with glee, cherishing it like it was some sort of blessing from the heavens.
In a way, if it made him happy that much, might as well let him have it.
Not a lot of people get to have good days, anyway.
Somewhere along the way back home, she was happy too, though it's not visible, ecstatically; she is soaring.
She wouldn't get her mind off her new friend.
Thinking all the questions: "What's he like?", "He might be different." "He must be faking it." "Maybe, he actually wants something more?"
Thinking about it more, as she bathes and lets the shower head's water hit her completely, overthinking really isn't the best thing to do.
For now, she'll dry herself off and take care of all the future problems for her future self.
...
As a month passed by, Kim and Y/N actually hit it off as friends.
Not because of a sudden interest that people that fucking do for some reason in their stories, but because they were transparent to each other, shared what they thought, and spoke like true friends.
And sometimes, things get... a little bit out of hand.
Kim: "FUCK YOU!"
Y/N: "NO, FUCK YOU!"
Kim: "You wanna take this outside?!"
Y/N: "Sure!!"
They went outside.
Kim: "Wow! What a lovely evening!"
Y/N: "This is a really good idea!"
...
Kim: "I hope you kill yourself!"
Y/N: "I hope you keep yourself safe!"
Kim: "What? No, you're supposed to threaten them back, you idiot!"
Y/N: "But, wouldn't that escalate the problem more--"
Kim: "Do you wanna get fucked by a big black dude?"
Y/N: "Umm... Does that correlate to our--"
Kim: "Yes, and because of that- Wait a second-- is that a small cocaine pack in your hands?"
Y/N: "...Yes?"
Kim & Y/N:

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Kim: "I'm telling you, bro. That ass was this BIG."
Y/N: 🤗 "I'm gonna touch you."
Kim:

Yeah...
Any of that drama bullshit that people do? Yeah, they would throw that shit out the window and rape it together.
They'd just say what's wrong before it can even happen.
To be fair, it was Kim's idea not to oversaturate things, because it's simply just annoying.
Why take things the other way around when you can be honest about it? It's not that hard, geez.
Kim's words. As blunt and profound as it was to begin with.
It was the truth and something people can't comprehend.
Which is understandable because not all of us are ready for it to begin with.
Sometimes, people gotta learn things the hard way or just simply do nothing about it.
Which is sad because people who do nothing will absolutely do and say things that will upset you.
And that's fine, because that's what we call experience.
Do it a bunch of times, and you'll get very numb to it, to the point of indifference.
Which somehow pisses people off.
Not their fault that they're that thin-skinned.
Which brings us to our next question... Or questions to be exact.
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Supposedly, a friend of yours did something they didn't mean to, and now they're getting the consequences of their own actions.
Any other options that were descended upon your eyes are now being soft-locked.
It wasn't their intention to do that, mind you.
All they did was protect themselves from others who did unto others.
It wasn't their fault. It was the right thing to do.
All they did was justice to protect others, to stop the harm to innocents.
It wasn't their intention. They were just good people.
All they did was help others who couldn't help themselves.
...
But where were the others that they helped along the way when they needed it most?
Where were they...?
Were they indifferent?
Were they being ignorant?
Feeling insouciant, maybe?
Or maybe it was just to save their leniency over inconvenience?
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Now...
Isn't that an interesting question...
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Another day, another useless day to come to school.
Sigh...
Whatever comes in my way today, I'm killing myself.
It's not that I'm emo or edgy or anything that oozes my attitude to be worse than a girl having period cramps at the same time.
I hate the process of doing it.
The first thing I do is wake up.
Second, taking a bath.
Third, I dried off and combed my hair.
Fourth, eat breakfast because it's the "ImPortAnt mEaL of The DAy".
Fifth, do my makeup because I "have" to do it and because it highlights my "dAy"!
Lastly, I have to go to school to walk.
...
Do you not see the problem?
Of course not, because you're a:
GOOD BOY OR A GOOD GIRL!
Like a dog waiting to be praised before suddenly getting gluxked by some weird stick with peanut butter on it and choking on it because your owner is forcing it on you before succumbing to the pleasure of it.
It's just that taxing for me because it's stupid.
But I don't particularly dislike it.
It's better to do something than be a bitch about it, to be honest.
I, Kim Pine, will beat your ass up for as long as $100 per hour.
That and my imagination just goes haywire and random.
Sometimes, I just let my imagination run wild when there's a time I want Y/N to demolish m--
???: "Hey! You there!"
Kim: "Hmm?"
Looking to her right, where the voice originated from, all she saw was a dumbass.
Not the stupid kind, mind you.
But the fact is, how weirdly out of place the person is in front of her.
The person is a girl, by the way.
Wrinkles on her uniform... Oh god... The way she buttoned herself was so wrong that you could even see the outline of her bra if people were about to focus on her very closely.
The shortest skirt you can ever see if you ever bend down a little to see, as if she weren't wearing anything down there and was rushing because of how late she was from school... which she is.
Dirty stockings and shoes that you feel like if you inhale the stench of it, you'll get pregnant by it even if you're a man biologically.
Her name is--
???: "I've been calling out to you for a while and you weren't answering back! Oh, forgot to introduce myself! I'm Sophie. Sophie Palmer."

(We can't exactly find her wearing a uniform because people don't have it or lack the imagination. I just found this on... wherever this is. Sue me, I just wanted to jerk off.)
| Sophie Palmer |
| 16 years old |
| Friendly but unhygienic |
Kim: "Who the hell calls themselves a palmer? What are you gonna do, read my palm like a fortune teller?"
Sophie: "I take offense to that, you ruthless woman!"
Kim: "Noted. Now off I go now--"
Before Kim can even walk away, she gets pulled back.
Sophie: "Wait a second! You can't just leave me all alone here! I transferred here today, and I pretty much don't know where my classes are, and I'm lost, and I'm a dunderhead! And I can't--"
Kim: "At least you know that you are a dunderhead."
Sophie: "GRRR! Sigh... Can you at least help me out here? Please...?"
Looking at this pitiful human being in front of her, she can't help but feel a LITTLE guilty. Hence, the word 'little' being all caps.
Kim: "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. Please do not associate with me from this point forward. Good day."
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Sophie: "Sigh... You did it again, Sophie... You pushed away one girl who actually gave a damn about you... Shit...!"
As she bawls her eyes out dramatically while holding and looking at a picture of Kim out of nowhere, another girl who was minding her own business suddenly appears beside her, feeling concerned about why this girl is crying.
AND!
While she is comforting this dumbass crying, let's describe her!
Wearing their St. Joel's High School uniform with their logo imprinted already, it presents us with a black uniform that comes with a white t-shirt as its foundation to present formally for the school, which makes its own contrast quite deliberate.
Her black denim skirt really looks as if it were asking to be ripped open if given the chance to go wild.
Shoes that somehow even look good compared to Sophie's, that is... eurgh--
Her yellow hair doesn't have to shine brightly for it to be noticed for how beautiful it looks on her, with tiny, color-mashed green and purple orbs serving as her hairpin accessory.
And- Oh look! She also has the same color palette as her bracelet.
Overall, she's a beauty that is silent and deadly; on its own right, it is a danger to be reckoned with.

| Lisa Miller |
| 16 years old |
| Feeling: Concerned |
Sophie: "And when he said: 'Oh, you bitch ass, how about you suck this dick for the love of god?' Like! The audacity of this man to think that I'm that easy to bag!"
Lisa: "...What?"
What is this girl talking about? I was asking if she was okay, and now she's telling whatever her mind is making up on the spot!
Just because I was concerned about you doesn't mean being a dumbutt that it requires you to initiate it immediately.
Lisa: "Sigh... Let's go."
Sophie: "And we shall indeed! Let's go, my beautiful friend!"
...
Lisa: "I really should've minded my own business sometimes..."
RINGA-DING! RINGA-DING! RING THIS, YOU FUCKING CASUAL! THIS IS THE FUCKING SCHOOL BELL RINGING YOU FUCKING NITWITS-
As Kim walks into her classroom, Y/N immediately questions her for being late for her usual routine.
Y/N: "What took you so long? You always arrive on time."
Kim: "Don't remind me, or I will peg you for it."
Y/N: "Whisper.... I'd like that, not gonna lie."
Kim: "What did you say? Speak up."
Y/N: ".....Must've been the wind--"
Kim: "The fuck you mean 'THE WIND'?!--"
As soon as Kim was about to peg him, a loud voice suddenly emerged from behind her!
Sophie: "Oh, hey there! Good to see a familiar face!"
Turning slowly to the classroom door, Kim stares at her with indignation.
Kim: "Tch! You again..."
Sophie: "Yes! It's me again!"
Kim: "What are you even doing here?"
Sophie: "You didn't even listen to me when I was about to explain it to you! Just goes to show that you judge before you think!"
Kim: "You little...!"
With tensions growing between them for a short period of time, that was fast! Lisa was getting uncomfortable outside the classroom with all the attention Sophie was getting from her classmates, as she muttered to herself quietly.
Lisa: "Maybe I really should've just minded my own business..."
Someone grabs her by the shoulder.
Y/N: "Hey."
Lisa: "AH!"
Y/N: "Whoops! Sorry about that--"
She kicks his balls.
WHACK!!!
Y/N: "AHcK! Shit...! Oh, wait a minute. I actually like it."
Lisa: "Huh?!"
Y/N: "I'm joking, I'm joking... Ow... Sorry that I grabbed you out of nowhere. I was just about to tell you to get inside the classroom before the teacher comes in."
Lisa: "Uhhh... I don't even wanna ask why."
Y/N: "Oh, there's no need to. You can watch it right now."
BANG!!!
Someone has opened the classroom door! It was the--
DUN!
DUN!!
DUN!!!
THE TEACHER!!!!!
Teacher: "Pinches the bridge of their nose... Ya'll better be behaving right now, or I'm so gonna rape you--"
Sophie: "So you think you're hot shit, huh? Is that what this is?!"
Kim: "Damn right I am! What'cha gonna do about it?!"
Sophie: "I'm about to do this!"
Kim: "AGH! That's my fucking hand, you fucking minx!"
Sophie: "AGH! That's also my hand, you stupid bitch!"
GRIP!
GRIP!
Facing each other as if they had a one-night stand- I mean a standoff like cowboys about to draw their guns!
Both of them are gripping each other's hands very tightly, I must say!
Overpowering and one-upping one another- OH NO!
It looks like trouble has finally found them!
Teacher: "What do you think you're doing right now?"
Kim: "Oh... Oh no..."
A wild Teacher appears!
What will Kim Pine do?
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
Honestly, Kim, if you wanna pick the Fight option, you might as well ready up your butthole. Cause it's getting demolished by the Teacher.
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
What are you gonna do? Throw a porn magazine? As if that's gonna do anything.
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
You know you should just run. That's the only option you got.
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
What the fuck are you doing?
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
No.
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
Stop!
FIGHT BAG
Y/N RUN
I'm not a godamn option!
Kim: "It was Y/N, teach."
Y/N: "Huh?"
Kim: "We were fighting for this guy."
Sophie: "Huh?!"
Teacher: "...A lovers' quarrel?"
Classmates: "OOH! / AYO! / Since when did this happen? / A love triangle this early in the morning? Damn. /Yeah, yeah, that's it...! Right there! / Gwak gawk gwwak.... / I'm COMING!
Teacher: "Is this true, Y/N? That you're... two-timing?"
Y/N: "Teach... I've always been honest to you and one thing you need to know about me... is that can you even see me getting together with someone?"
Teacher: "Hmm..."
FLASHBACK 1
Girl #1: "Y/N! I've known you for a really long time! Can you be my boyfriend?!"
Y/N: "Hmm?"
Girl #1: "Umm... I said--"
Y/N: "Oh, sorry! I wasn't really listening because of the earbuds I was wearing, can you repeat that again?"
Girl #1: "Y-YOU JERK!"
Y/N: "Huh?!"
The Teacher watches them from a distance as the girl runs away crying.
Teacher: "Hmm..."
FLASHBACK 2
Girl #2: "Hooo... I'll finally confess my love to him! To Y/N! My beloved! Okay, you got this. I got this...! I GOT THIS!"

Girl #2:

Kim: "No one... And I mean no one gets to go near him..."
The teacher sees this happening, hiding in a secluded corner, sweating at the violence they had witnessed as they keep watching their student walk away as if nothing happened.
Teacher: "Hmm..."
FINAL FLASHBACK
Y/N: "Oh man, I can't wait to just fall asleep and--"
Snore...
Snore...
💤...
ZZZ...
Snore... Zoneless Zone Zero...
A window just creaked.
Someone's inside the house.
They're creeping closer to the bed.
Steps as silent as they can be.
Breathing as non-existent as it is.
Closer.
And closer.
And closer...!

Y/N: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Phew, thank God. It was just a dream."
"Mom": "Good morning, Y/N--"
Y/N: "AAAAAAAAH! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING INSIDE MY HOUSE?!"

Teacher: "Even I know how fucked up this is, but... what am I doing here exactly? Hmm..."
END OF FLASHBACKS
Teacher: "Hmm..."
Y/N: "Hey, wait a minute! What were you doing outside my house last night, anyway?!"
Teacher: "Beats me."
He walks away, leaving a disturbed boy as he looks at his teacher with horror.
Y/N: "...How many people have come into my house uninvited?"
Kim softly knocks his temple with irritation.
Kim: "Hey, you coming or what? The school is already over. Plus, I need to do something important at home."
Y/N: "Sigh... This place is so weird... Yeah sure, It's my turn to clean this... gestures... classroom mess of ours so you can wait outside the gate for me."
Kim: "You better. Leans on a desk... Last time you said that, you got your ass beat and I had to save your ass. Something about our 3 senior kids wanting to get a taste of your ass. Whatever that means."
Y/N shudders at that memory he wished he could forget.
Y/N: "Mumbles... It wasn't like I wanted to fight them or something. They just hated my guts for some reason."
Kim: "Maybe they held a grudge?"
Y/N: "I don't know what kind of grudge they had on me, but that's that and I'd rather forget them this instant."
Kim: "You do you, I guess. I'll be at the gate. DON'T BE LATE..."
Y/N: "Gulp... Yes, ma'am."
Kim: "Good boy~"
As Kim walks away with a good mood, Y/N sighs before rolling up his uniforms' sleeves.
Y/N: "Better do it fast before Kim goes wild again..."
As Y/N starts cleaning the classroom, a figure watches him as if they were sightseeing.
Before Y/N could lift the chair, the figure suddenly appears--
???: "So... this is how you choose to live your life~"
Behind him.
Y/N: "Huh? WOAH! What the hell?! Where did you come from?"
???: "So this is what you look like before~"
Y/N: "I-I'm sorry, who are you?"
???: "Who I am doesn't matter right now. For you will see in time. I'm not a mystery that you should solve at the moment."
While an explanation of who this figure is needed at this moment, it simply doesn't identify itself as-
I know you're there.
Y/N: "Umm... what?"
I know how you simply sit there... in the dark...
Y/N: "Okay... He's talking to himself."
Making the world as if it were your... own? It's amusing, honestly.
Y/N: "Can you please at least let me--"
You see... I don't really like getting ignored by someone who thinks they are above and almighty.
It's disgusting, really.
Y/N: "HAHGK!!! L-Let me go! Put me down!"
Do you see this man I am choking?
Y/N: "H-Help... Anyone...! Help me...!"
He'snot even real. In fact, you actually don't even feel anything at all, do you?
Y/N: "W-What? I'm... not real?"
You are... at least to yourself.
Y/N: "Even my friends... are fake?"
Is that how you should feel right now? Doesn't it irritate you that all those relationships and all those conversations that you have made were superficial?
Y/N: "You're--"
Don't answer.
You don't exactly have the right mind to do so, let alone have the right answer.
And just because some certain people think that reading this feels like an escape from the real world... Doesn't mean they can just do their own fantasy in MY world.
So it's best you run along now before I make you, readers.
You will likely try to figure out who I am, but you'll only have a dead end.
Case and point.
Y/N: "I'm... not real..."
How about you kill yourself right now?
Y/N: "I'm not real."
Then why don't you test it?
Y/N: "...You do it."
Hmm... Before I do kill you, don't come back.
Y/N: "...Okay."
Great! Oh, man! You really fucking get me! Cheers to that!
And you...
Go mind your own business.
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