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Okay, OP. I'll bite.
>be me, 11 years old
>in fifth grade
>pokemon was something that got you made fun of at this time, so I tried to keep quiet about it as much as possible
>my closer friends knew, though, and one actually played it
>he was from Germany, so we'll just call him krautbro
>he wasn't as quiet about his love for the series, and got us made fun of occasionally
>he unknowingly attracts a turbo autist (literally autistic) who we'll call Logan
>Logan doesn't have the brand new Diamond and Pearl DS games, instead plays Genwun on GBC
>Logan becomes enormoured with me after he hears me brag about my Pelican cheating device, always wanting me to hack his game
>he always wanted really stupid shit, like teaching his Charizard egg bomb or his Arbok lovely kiss
>it was really fucking annoying having him follow you around and demand for you to "hack his Pokeymon" with all the normies watching
>one day, Logan approaches me and krautbro at recess
>we tell him to fuck off and leave to go sit under a tree that provides some shade
>he follows us there and keeps asking for my pelican, even after I tell him no
>start throwing clumps of mowed grass at him to be a dick and make him go away
>on the tenth or so clump, he screams in pain, spergs out, and runs away to tell on me
>krautbro busts up laughing
>wut.jpg
>turns out, krautbro put a piece of concrete in one of the clumps of grass
>I just hit an autistic kid in the head with a piece of concrete
>get sent to the principle's office
>principle makes me apologize and asks me to give Logan his egg bomb Charizard
After 5th grade, I never really heard from Logan again until high school, when he sperged out and literally almost fucking killed a kid by hitting him in the back of the head with a hammer doing shop class because he wouldn't let him use the saw.
