(Other) Tripfagging in Flutterrape - One Shot

>Chains rattle against the stone floor.

>You wonder if keeping Anon ignorant of the truth was the better decision.

>Taking a moment to stretch your tired back, which has earned a slump from long days and nights of editing, critiquing and writing, you decide its for the best.

>Stepping away the iridescent glow of the computer monitor that lights the room, you shuffle to your water cup which is collecting drips from the ceiling.

>The murky brown liquid is the only sustenence you will get until you get three positive reviews.

>Downing it quickly, you don't taste the metal or feel the burning down your throat.

>"Back to work!"

> With whip in hand, ready to strike, the yellow demon bellows at you.

>Fearing her punishment, you do as she says.

>Painfully shuffle back to the warm glow of the computer screen to see your critiques.

>"This is garbage."

>"I liked it, can't wait to see the next update."

>"you are the reason flutterrape is dying."

>With a deep sigh you lean back and try to plan part 18 of your over-arching series that the anons continually ask about.

>The whip comes down on your back.

>"No thinking. Just greentext."

>Before you begin typing, you check the thread one final time.

>"I just made my first story! I had lots of fun writing it! Can't wait to see what you all think."

>A single tear forms in your eye.

>Remembering a time that is now lost

>Fucking Tripfagging.