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Quoted By: >>88119324 >>88119990
Do NOT eat moldy Subway sandwiches at 3AM, biggest mistake of my life.
I never liked the stupid clock and 2022 didn't help, but not too long after she threw a fit over sandwich jokes, I decided to see what it's all about. No idea why I went with a moldy one, but I didn't even swallow a single bite, just spat it out and threw the rest into a trash can.
Then the morning came and I apparently fell sick, coughing and all that, but it didn't end there. My jaw eventually started aching and so did some of my ribs, but I didn't think much of that, everyone has that weird pain that goes away after a bit. It did, but that's when shit got really weird.
I was never into Metroidvanias because backtracking never appealed to me, but I bought like 5 of those fucking things and spent the rest of the weekend grinding away. It was all a blur and I was both too focused and frustrated to notice the weird noises I kept making. I thought nothing of it when I really should have. I've always been a bit of a retard, but not to that extent.
And then I started watching Kronii's streams. At first, I coped by saying it's all ironic, but I couldn't get enough of her voice or her model. I was barely paying any attention to what she was doing, only her. Past me would have called me a faggot and a cuck, but neither thought occured to me at the time. It took three days for me to notice it, at which point I wiped my watch history and made sure to avoid opening YouTube until I can get the urge to check her channel out of my head.
Things have already been weird so far, but then I saw Kronii looking at me from a window in my bathroom. She looked really dumb, but I couldn't get my eyes off her. Like, what can you even say? She's perfect, from her blue eyes to the prominent fangs, I couldn't get enough of her. When I went for a kiss, she seemed to return the gesture with absolutely no hesitation, something I took advantage of. It's only when my lips had touched the cold surface that I remembered something pretty important: there was no window in the bathroom, my apartment wasn't retarded enough for that. It was a mirror, reflecting me and my holy boobers. I was speechless, but my hands didn't need words to spit in the face of idol culture and hit those big notification bells. A part of me felt indignated at being treated like just a piece of meat, but it was okay if it was me doing it to myself. Wada-mama didn't make these for me to deny myself the pleasure.
But then the entire building began shaking and I barely had enough time to cover myself up before an enormous mass of pink and black flooded the fucking room. My scream was muffled by an amorphous jiggling mass pressing against my face, just low enough to silence me without sparing me from the sight of the beast that invaded my sole safe haven. It's gigantic maw opened wide enough to swallow me whole and let out a horrid noise that I could barely recognize as something approximating speech. What little I could understand violated my ears and seared my mind, leaving a permanent mark on my psyche.
"Yo, dude, whassup, wanna shoot the shit and play some PowerWash tomorrow?"
God, I fucking hate Mori.
I never liked the stupid clock and 2022 didn't help, but not too long after she threw a fit over sandwich jokes, I decided to see what it's all about. No idea why I went with a moldy one, but I didn't even swallow a single bite, just spat it out and threw the rest into a trash can.
Then the morning came and I apparently fell sick, coughing and all that, but it didn't end there. My jaw eventually started aching and so did some of my ribs, but I didn't think much of that, everyone has that weird pain that goes away after a bit. It did, but that's when shit got really weird.
I was never into Metroidvanias because backtracking never appealed to me, but I bought like 5 of those fucking things and spent the rest of the weekend grinding away. It was all a blur and I was both too focused and frustrated to notice the weird noises I kept making. I thought nothing of it when I really should have. I've always been a bit of a retard, but not to that extent.
And then I started watching Kronii's streams. At first, I coped by saying it's all ironic, but I couldn't get enough of her voice or her model. I was barely paying any attention to what she was doing, only her. Past me would have called me a faggot and a cuck, but neither thought occured to me at the time. It took three days for me to notice it, at which point I wiped my watch history and made sure to avoid opening YouTube until I can get the urge to check her channel out of my head.
Things have already been weird so far, but then I saw Kronii looking at me from a window in my bathroom. She looked really dumb, but I couldn't get my eyes off her. Like, what can you even say? She's perfect, from her blue eyes to the prominent fangs, I couldn't get enough of her. When I went for a kiss, she seemed to return the gesture with absolutely no hesitation, something I took advantage of. It's only when my lips had touched the cold surface that I remembered something pretty important: there was no window in the bathroom, my apartment wasn't retarded enough for that. It was a mirror, reflecting me and my holy boobers. I was speechless, but my hands didn't need words to spit in the face of idol culture and hit those big notification bells. A part of me felt indignated at being treated like just a piece of meat, but it was okay if it was me doing it to myself. Wada-mama didn't make these for me to deny myself the pleasure.
But then the entire building began shaking and I barely had enough time to cover myself up before an enormous mass of pink and black flooded the fucking room. My scream was muffled by an amorphous jiggling mass pressing against my face, just low enough to silence me without sparing me from the sight of the beast that invaded my sole safe haven. It's gigantic maw opened wide enough to swallow me whole and let out a horrid noise that I could barely recognize as something approximating speech. What little I could understand violated my ears and seared my mind, leaving a permanent mark on my psyche.
"Yo, dude, whassup, wanna shoot the shit and play some PowerWash tomorrow?"
God, I fucking hate Mori.
