Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 03:12:33 No.67829439 Report

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>>67829192
Skinnie Game E1: Anon’s meltdown scene.

Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 05:16:51 No.67832324 Report

>>67829439

>I clamp my dumbass snout shut. I stare in horror to the skinnie who'd I just let slip that Naomi stepped in to get us together. His eyes are focused on something far away, in the distance.
>"...all of it?" his voice is quiet.
>"She...she even picked classes so we'd end up together."
>His face doesn't move. I glance around a second, my room suddenly feeling a whole hell of a lot colder.
>His eyes shut slowly. Intently. I watch silently.
>Before I see a wide smile creep up his face. It scares me.
>That's not a smile you wear when you're happy. That's not even a smile you wear when you're pretending to be happy. I watch as the most demonic, vile and disgusting smile pulls at his face.
>And with it comes a cackling, chilly laugh. It's a laugh at absurdity and futility. It's without comedy in the slightest. It freezes the blood in my veins.
>"All this time... ALL THIS TIME!?" he continues cackling like a madman.
>"A-Anon!"
>He shoots to his feet, hands up to his face, digging in.
>"Bet she even helped with the doxxing. Be easy for her I bet!" he storms around my room.
>I shrink back.
>"I can't believe it! I gotta thank her!" His tone is terrifying. I find myself shaking.
>"Really! I REALLY owe her for all that. Hey you know if she was part of the group that swapped the prom projector shit, too!? God I hope so!"
>I think a moment at the scene at our prom. A repeat of the auditorium, someone grabbing photos of him and those...anime girls. He couldn't run from this one, though. They made sure of that. And he didn't come back without a suit drenched in punch, either.
>"Hey cmon! Lighten up!" I find him right in front of me now. I flinch back hard.
>"We should be happy about this! Really! Fang, I really love you, you know?"
>"Anon you're scaring me." I shakily mutter out.
cont.

Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 05:24:59 No.67832490 Report

Quoted By: >>67832680

>>67832324
>I get nothing back but a cackle as he collapses onto my bed. Thankfully his voice is somewhat normal now. His tone however; It's something driven. There's a meaning in it that I can't place.
>"Come on. Lets get some sleep." I find my nerves slightly relaxed and put my guitar back on the wall, moving over to cuddle in. It feels good as I do so. I nestle my snout into his neck and feel him finally relax a bit. I drape my arm around him and find a position to sleep in. We'll do okay. This'll blow over.
>There's a stir at night. I awake slightly to see Anon standing and heading out. I hear the bathroom door open down the hall. Had to pee, I guess. I roll over and go right back to sleep.
>I stir as a ray of light hits my eye from the window. I yawn and stretch. That's a bit odd, seems like the sun's up too early. I reach over to my phone and realize it's been turned off. Shit. I hold the button to turn it back on. Damned auto updates.
>I sigh and look over to Anon. Or where Anon should be.
>He's not here. The hell? Did he get up and just leave without me. Jerk. I make a note to give an elbow. I retract the thought. He's probably still torn up.
>I clothe and head downstairs. Naser's already out and mom and dad won't be back until the school year's up. I drink some milk out of the fridge and go ahead on over to school. A little bit of tardiness never killed anyone.
>The morning mists are thick and heavy. It's a bit creepy almost. Something in me is terrified. It's just fog, why am I feeling like this? Anon'll be waiting in science for me and I can apologize. It'll be e-
>My phone buzzes. That instinct in my gut burns like a star.
>I pull it out and see Anon's texted me.
>"Sorry. Love ya, Fang." Huh?
cont.

Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 05:33:30 No.67832680 Report

Quoted By: >>67832906

>>67832490
>I flick up a bit to see if I've missed any texts. Nope, first one since before prom. I deflate a bit. Guess he was a bit rowdy last night but nothing he needed to apologize for. I start to text back but that little coal in my stomach seems...urgent. I can just talk to him in person.
>I go ahead and step forward, the school now in sight. The silhouette lit against the misty sky is something to note. Something I'd rather not note, honestly.
>I march up the stairs to... a crowd?
>A murmuring group of students are loosely surrounding the front door.
>I'm given many strange glances and pointed whispers. The hell is their probl-
>A noise I recognize. A noise I'd hoped to never, ever hear. It shakes me. Makes my heart stop. Makes me wish I never heard it.
>A pop. Distinct and loud. Clapping from far away. No.
>I drop my bag. No. No please.
>Another one.
>Anon. Anon please.
>I crash through the door. There's a silence. Unnatural. The kind you only hear when it's a silence necessary for survival.
>I don't stop for even a second. I rush up the stairs, my wings picking me up several steps at a time as I do so.
>It hits you like a wall. I know the smell. It's not a smell you need to learn.
>Damp, warm smell. Iron and murky.
>It runs down the stairs.
>I choke back a retch. I force myself forward.
>Bodies. I can barely even look. Just the lightest touch of my eyes sears them like I've been staring at the sun. I find myself marching forward. A color I recognize is in my peripheral.
>Orange.
>I lock my head forward. I don't want to see. I don't want to know. Yet I have to.
>It's only for a moment but that moment will never leave me.
>Naomi is strewn on the floor, the inside of her head spilling across a desk and the linoleum.
>I vomit. I trudge a few feet forward as it strikes me, letting it out against a locker wall. I can't move my gaze. I watch helplessly as it touches the dull maroon spots. It rises another heave from me.
cont. this is getting awful quick

Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 05:44:06 No.67832906 Report

Quoted By: >>67832952

>>67832680
>A sudden rush strikes. Adrenaline from the sudden stomach emptying insists I get my ass up those stairs instantly.
>I do as they insist and just about fall over myself as I see what's waiting for me on the interim landing.
>Naser's slumped over, clutching his chest. A red puddle underneath. I blink a few times trying to move the image away. It's no hallucination.
>I freeze there as I stare. My thoughts stop.
>His arm twitches. An eye lazily rolls open and over to me. Arm now up a bit before limply dropping as he collapses sideways.
>I'm no longer driven by thought but by instinct. My feet somehow carry me up another flight of stairs into another hallways, more sparse but still carrying a few bodies. A handful I recognize.
>The trail leads to the roof. So do I.
>I march up the stairs, eyes not even really functioning anymore as I push out onto the roof.
>There I see my bandmates. And Anon.
>I just wished I had seen them breathing.
>I stand there and stare at the three empty husks. Guess they tried to stop him. Should've just let him stop himself.
>I can't budge. I can't think. I can't even breath.
>I stand there and wait. That's all I can do. I can't even look away.
>The world turns and I let it. The sun pierces the mist and I stand there. The door behind me opens and I don't react.
>I'm pulled away. Some flurry of hands drags me around. I simply stare ahead. I blink and every single moment of the day plays like a movie.
>I don't think anymore. I can't think anymore. My head is just filled with nothingness. I don't remember anything after that. A swirl of a hospital, some interrogation rooms, a mix of many interviews.
>I find myself standing in a breeze. Eyes on the skyline. I glance down to see I've found myself on the roof of the hospital parking lot. Gown flailing in the wind. I hear voices. Can't make them out but I turn to see their source.
cont, one more.

Anonymous Tue 30 Jul 2024 05:46:17 No.67832952 Report

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>>67832906
>There's some officer with a hand up to me. Behind him is my father. I glance back out. I can feel the inklings of thought threatening to return to me.
>I can't think anymore. I don't want to think anymore. I step off the side of the layered lot and the ground approaches. I won't think anymore.

Fin.

>>67830434
Next and next thread while I'm at it.