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I have not posted a story in over a month! This is a new feeling to me, cause I have nothing close to being ready to post, and I also don't really feel like writing soooo...I'mma spoil the beginnings to all the stories I have written pieces to to all who wish to have that shit spoiled!:la: If you one of them folk, you might enjoy this journal. If not, you're gonna have to wait for probably another month or a couple more weeks to read anything new from me. Unless you're a recent watcher. In that case, I have a gallery of things to keep you occupied for awhile XD

SPOILERS!!

This first spoiler is major, considering it is a story that doesn't even have a part one yet. Yas, bish! This shit that new new! You ain't ever seen nothing like this EVAH! I'm exaggerating, of course, but I like the dramatic feel. This is actually the prequel to my 'Devious Journal Story'. You don't know how long it took me to come up with that name. Side note: I almost convinced myself that I spelled 'come' incorrectly there. I was like, "Wait. You spell it 'cum' ri- Ooooohhh...No. That's not how you spell it. Ok." So, this story will most likely be a 2p!Germania story. I'm not even sure if that's actually a thing, but fuck it, I made it a thing! Like I do with a lot of 2p's XD Enjoy!!!


"When I look into the faces of our graduates, I see respectable and disciplined young men and women ready for what life brings, and only wanting to enrich their lives further."

You rubbed your eyes as you tried your hardest not to nod off during the principal's graduation speech. You've been going to this military school since sixth grade. After deciding that at eleven you were just too much for them to deal with, your parents shipped you off here. They've been paying thousands of dollars every year since to keep you here. They'd come to see you, but you always bullshitted through their visits. You wanted as little to do with them as possible. You even refused to leave campus to go home for holidays most of the time.

It wasn't like you favored this place anymore than you did home. Everyone here annoyed you. They were all so boring. They never had anything to talk about and would blame their uninteresting personalities on you, calling you 'socially awkward' or 'anti-social,' like it was your fault that every time they talked, it made you want to walk in the opposite direction.

Boys here would always beat around the bush and try to make small talk. Maybe it was just you, but you liked to get to the point of things. You didn't feel like entertaining stupid questions or waiting for them to 'find' something to talk about. Hearing them stumble over words and try to make you smile with corny jokes made you just want to end everything. Even the delinquent boys here annoyed you. They were the most sensitive, which made no sense to you. They always tried impressing you with talk of how much they hated their parents and how 'hard' it was in their house, but it just came out as bitching to you.

As you were yawning, the kid next to you elbowed your arm. You glanced over, and he held a folded up slip of paper in his hand. You took it from him, since it looked as if he was trying to pass it to you.

"Who's it for?" you asked.

"They said it's for you."

"Me? Who's it from?" He shrugged to answer you. You sighed as you opened it up to read what was inside.

"After this, you want to go somewhere together?

           -Madison
"

You flipped the paper over then back. "The fuck is this? Who the hell is Madison?"

"You mean Turner?" the boy who handed you the note guessed.

"Turner?"

"Madison Turner."

He pointed to the row ahead of you, a few seats down to the right. Olive eyes connected with yours as you were searching for who he could be pointing to. The person quickly faced back around when your eyes met. He shyly turned back again and waved at you.

You were kind of surprised. You didn't know much about him. You had physical training together this year. He was decent. That fact alone made him not too memorable to you. You don't remember ever talking to him, but then again, you also couldn't really remember what you had for dinner yesterday.

"Fuck."

"What? He likes you?"

"I really don't feel like dealing with this shit."

"You should tell him that."

"Right."

You leaned forward, snapping your fingers to get the attention of those sitting further away from you. You pointed to Madison and mouthed, "Tap him." The kid who sat behind him pushed his back then directed his focus to you. You gave a casual thumbs down before leaning back.

"Damn."

"What?"

"Just ball up the note in his face, while you're at it."

You rolled your eyes, "If he's that sensitive, he shouldn't have wasted time liking me."


After the ceremony, the graduating class dispersed off to find parents and friends. You really didn't feel like seeing yours, so you were taking your time looking through the crowd for them. But those two were like hawks.

"(name)! We're so proud of you!" your mother bubbled as she hugged you.

"How do you feel to finally be out?" your dad questioned.

"Yaaaay," you dryly drawled.

Your mom huffed, "Could you show just a little more enthusiasm?"

"Yaaaay," you repeated, this time shaking your fist back and forth by your chest.

"That's all the enthusiasm we get from you?"

You outstretched one of your arms to your older brother for him to hug you. "Hey, Roma."

Roma was your only sibling. Though your didn't look, act, or even sound alike, you had the same parents, so technically, you were related. Roma was very clean, respectful, and organized. He was a bit OCD about it a lot.

Your mother rubbed your back, "Lets get you home, (name)."

"Thanks. I want to ride with Roma though."

"O-oh," your mom softly remarked. "W-well, (name), Roma lives a little ways out now. He's already driven all this way. Your dad and I'll ju-"

"Roma, can you take me home?"

"Uhm. If that's what you really want, I guess I don't mind much."

"Yep. Lets go."

"(name)," your dad called to you as you were in search of the exit to this place. You turned in the slightest to give him a fraction of your attention. "When we get home, we should talk."

You put your thumb up in the air as you went back to looking for the door.

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Yeah, it's not much. I got bored....I know where I'm going, I just don't feel like going there...It'll be fun when we get there though! I hope we actually get to take the journey together ;u; Oh! Here! This is what I typed out first, but trashed after consulting with my editor. (I'm referring to you as my editor now XD That is your title to me now, sis.) Read trash, fanfucker! I just turned that into an insult. Well, I think it's kind of insulting in the first place, but you guys are masochist and like that kind of shit. You guys are freaks. I better not hear anything out of y'alls mouths when Ravis talks about getting whipped by Nancy in the bedroom. It hasn't happened yet, but be prepared for that story. I'm sure it's cumming. COMING! Sorry!


As you were fixing your book bag on your back, getting ready to leave your last class of the day, you heard your name being called, "Hey, (name)! Wait!"

You sighed as you held onto your bags' straps tightly. You glanced over to the boy jogging your way, then at the door which you continued to head towards. When he caught up to you in the halls, he just walked beside you, smiling to himself.

"Hey, uhm, you looked really good in training today."

"Are you trying to say I don't usually?"

"O-oh! No! That's not what I meant. You always do really well."

"Thanks, I guess. I mean, I know that, but...thanks for pointing it out?"

"Uh...Sure."

"Did you have a reason to start this 'conversation', cause I have things to do that's not talking to you."

"N-not really. I jus-"

"Stop," you paused your walking to turn to him. "If whatever you're about to say to me isn't important enough to be a reason to talk to me, then why are you wasting my time by making me listen to it?"

"U-uhm..."

"That's not rhetorical. Please riddle me this shit, cause it makes no sense to me."

He nervously looked to the ground trying to grab at the right words to say, but also too scared to reply in any way, "I-I mean...I-I guess."

"You have five seconds. Do you have any reason to be talking to me right now?"

"U-uh...N-no."

You turned on your heels, "Well, thank you for wasting so much of my life that I will never get back."

You rolled your eyes on your way back to your dorm. Everyone here was so boring. They never had anything to talk about. Boys here would always beat around the bush and try to make small talk. Maybe it was just you, but you liked to get to the point of things. You didn't feel like entertaining stupid questions or waiting for them to 'find' something to talk about. Hearing them stumble over words, and try to make you smile with corny jokes made you just want to end everything.

Even the delinquent boys here annoyed you. They were the most sensitive, which made no sense to you. They always tried impressing you with talk of how much they hated their parents and how 'hard' it was in their house, but it just came out as bitching to you. After declaring you were 'clinically depressed' and 'heading nowhere but jail,' your parents sent you here, at eleven, and have been paying over eight thousand dollars a year, including summer school, to keep you at this military school for six years. They rarely came to see you, and you refused to go home for holiday breaks.

If you could go without the bitching, they could too. Those boys always got an attitude with you whenever you brought it up though. You had to stop hanging out with them. Punching them until they stopped bitching just seemed as if it would take so much effort, and you didn't care enough.

Entering your room, you sat your book bag on your bed and laid down beside it.

"Hey, (name)," one of your roommates entered and noticed you. You lifted your hand into the air to show you heard. "I saw you talking to Madison."

"Who?"

"The boy you were talking to in the hall a couple of minutes ago," she reminded in a bit of an irritated voice. "It wasn't that long. You can remember."

"Snarky is not a cool personality trait on you. Try a different one."

"Look! I'm just trying to ask a simple question, alright?"

You rolled over and cuddled into your book bag. "Yeah, and I asked a simple one back. I didn't know his name. You're the one getting all irritable. Are you bleeding?"

"Just answer the question. What did he want from you?"

"Nothing."

"Really? He looked so nervous."

"Oh."

"Maybe he likes you," she teased.

"Sarcasm isn't a good replacement. Try again."

"There's still a couple more weeks of school before graduation. There might be a boy out there who you don't completely scare the shit out of."

"Scare?"

"Is that a surprise?"

"Disappointment, really."

"Aye, Bell!" one of your other roommates yelled into the room before fully entering. She pointed the cellphone in her hand to the girl you were talking with; Bell. "Anything happen in your last class?"

"Uhm, not really. Running. Why?"

"Madison's in that class with you, right? His roommate said he's acting weird. Not talking and stuff. He asked me to ask you, since you just saw him."

Bell fixated a heavy glare at you. You put up both of your hands, "I didn't do it."

"What did you say to him?"

You groaned, "Oh, my god. We're doing this? We're really doing this right now? I'm just trying to sleep."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything special to him. He was wasting my time with nothing, so I left. I don't do idle chat."

"No way. He liked you?"

"Hell should I know."

"You bitch! You knew it! That's what he wanted to talk to you about today, isn't it?"

"If it is, he was being a pussy about it."

"The fuck is wrong with you?!"

You put your hands over your face, "Jesus. Please, someone shoot me. Fuck. Ok. Even if that is it, he'll get over it."

"Did you even think about his feelings?"

You glanced over to Bell as you crooked your head in confusion, "His what?"

She sighed into her hand, "You know what?...I'm done with you. You are going to die alone. I hope you know that."

"Well, there's only so many men in the world. It's either be gay, or accept it. I've prepared myself for dying in a small apartment with about ten or so cats. Sounds kind of nice to me, actually. If the boys I've seen so far are about all of my options, I'd happily take those adorable cats."

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Yeeeaaah...I wrote that. Quick warning, reader in this story may seem a bit bitchy, but she's not that bad, honestly. She's cool, once you get to know her XD I think she's cool.


Next up is Ravis' half to the YBT series~! Now, I haven't edited it to how I want it yet, but I don't feel like writing, and I'm feeding you all trash right now anyway, so trash readers can't be picky readers. >w< 


"Toris. Dear, would you mind helping out in the kitchen for dinner?"

The brunette teen smiled warmly to the older woman of the orphanage he stayed in. "Of course not, Mrs. Simon! I'll get right to it, when I can."

As she walked off, his smile quickly faded and turned to a look of disgust as he glared in the direction she left in. He rolled his eyes and turned on his heels. As he was making his way back to his room, he mumbled to himself, "Fucking whore. She does this every week, like I don't have shit else to do."

He pushed some of his shoulder length hair behind his ear as he continued to complain, "There's other teenagers here. Stop asking me to do all the shit you don't want to."

Following close behind him and undetected was his seven-year-old roommate. The young boy had hair of a similar color to Toris', just shorter and far messier. His eyes were bright red, in contrast to the emerald color of the teen's. The younger boy's skin was tanned more, though he rarely, if ever went outside.

The kid really enjoyed hanging around and listening to Toris. Toris was known to be very nice and always ready to help anyone. He was the smartest person the boy knew, and the polite personality he gave off made people trust him easily. This kid may have only been seven, but you didn't have to be that wise to be able to point out how two-faced Toris really was, once you knew all of his sides.

He didn't mind though. He loved seeing Toris switch. The teen actually knew every secret there was to know about the orphanage and everyone in it. It didn't take much for him to get the information. People just told him. He made them feel so comfortable, they never really thought twice about it.

The boy thought this was amazing. Especially since Toris would tell him of the many tricks and blackmails he planned with all the information he would gather. Watching all of his plans play out was so exciting; the way he would just kind of work the strings in the background, and no one would even notice. Just being able to watch Toris made his life so much more fun.

Toris stopped in his tracks. He looked both ways then behind himself, not fully aware of the child's presence but assuming.

"...Ravis?"

He peeked his head from behind a corner. Toris grumbled, "Stop fucking following me like that. It's creepy."

"Sorry."

"Make yourself known. Stop stalking me."

Ravis happily skipped over beside him. "It's fun though!"

"It's creepy, so stop doing it," he corrected and continued on to their room. Ravis was close behind him and grinning.

When they arrived, their third and last roommate, Eduard, was lazing around, doing nothing in particular.

Eduard was only a year younger than Toris, so he was fourteen. His hair was pitch black and his bangs were sloppy and uneven. They hung slightly over his wire framed glasses, and helped to hide the pure black irises behind them.

He didn't talk much. He talked so little, that everyone just considered him to be mute. He wasn't very smart, so he didn't like opening his mouth much. When he did talk, he'd use short, simple sentences, or incomplete ones getting straight to his point. Toris has been teaching him sign language, but even then, he only speaks in broken sentences.

Despite that, Ravis was able to form a relationship with him as well. He saw the two as older brothers to him. They were the only ones he really hung around. He didn't like kids his age; his interests never seemed to match with any of theirs. No other teenagers around here would willingly call someone half their age one of their friends either.

Toris signed to Eduard, "Do you ever leave this room?"

Eduard stared at him for a moment before moving his hands to ask, "What?"

Sighing, Toris spoke, "Why the hell am I even wasting my time teaching you this if you won't fucking learn it?"

He moved his hands once more. "...What?"

"I'm done for today. I'm just done."

Ravis ran off to where Eduard was and cuddled his arm. He sung out, "Hey, Eduard~!"

The boy lifted his arm and shook it a little, but Ravis kept his death grip on him as he rubbed his face into his forearm. Eduard heavy-handedly tried just pushing the boy's head down to get him off.

"Aye! Don't do that! You know he likes that kind of shit!" Toris warned.

Ravis blushed, "I-it hurts, so I'm not sure why it feels so good too!"

"Those are signs of a heavy masochist. I don't even want to think about how that's gonna turn out when you're actually old enough to understand what that means."


Late that night, Ravis anxiously lied in bed awake. It was past twelve, so it was the longest time he's ever stayed up, but he couldn't go to sleep now. He didn't want them to leave him behind.

Soon, he heard bare feet against the hardwood floors in his room. His developed eyes peeked over towards Toris' bed and caught the teenager silently creeping out of it, towards Eduard. He lightly poked at the bigger male, but it had no effect. He shook his arm, still trying to stay silent, but the sleeping teen wasn't budging at all. Ravis excitedly hopped out of bed to help.

"You're doing it wrong," Ravis claimed. "Watch."

Ravis leaned over his body and licked his cheek. He moved quickly before the boy's hand came crashing down on his own cheek and wiping furiously. He sat up in his bed yawning before looking over to the two.

"What are you doing up, damn it?!" Toris angrily questioned Ravis.

Ravis put his finger to his lip before quietly responding, "Because you're up. I didn't want you to leave me."

Toris sighed, "Ravis. You have to stay here."

"Why?! I don't want to!"

"You're still young and cute, to a certain...weird...degree. You can still get adopted. Me and Eduard are teenagers. No one wants us."

"I don't care about being adopted though! I just want to hang out with you guys!" Ravis claimed.

"We're going into the real world. You're still just a kid. You'll slow us down."

"I won't! I promise! Look! I even got us money for when we leave!"

Ravis scurried off to his bed and went digging in his pillow case. Out of it, he pulled out a few bills and handed them to Toris.

"...Where did you get money?"

"I stole it out of Mrs. Simon's purse! She doesn't even know! I can get us money! I can be helpful!"

Toris thought for a second. "...Alright. You can come with us, but I'm in charge, got it?"

"Got it."

"You have to do whatever I say and just how I say to do it!"

"I'd do whatever you'd tell me~!"

"Now you made this weird. Lets just go."


Three weeks later;

"Ravis, we're low on money again," Toris reported as he stood up from the concrete ground the young group was resting on.

Raising his head from against the back of the brick building he was leaning on, Ravis proceeded to whine, "Boo! I don't feel like taking anyone's wallet right now."

"Well, maybe if you got more money from them, we wouldn't have to do this that often. Seriously. How long do you think we can last on twenty dollars?"

"Hey! Hey! I just take the wallets! You pick the targets! Try picking someone with some money. I don't want to do this anymore. Why can't you or Eduard ever do it?"

"Because that's what you're here for!"

"I don't want to anymore!" he argued. "It's scary! What if they find out? Getting in trouble with Mrs. Simon was different. I don't want to get in trouble with a stranger adult!"

Sighing, Toris began reasoning with the child, "Look. Ravis. I get you're scared, but we need money, alright?"

"I'm just seven! You can do it!"

"You're the only one who's good at it! Me and Eduard couldn't do that without anyone knowing like you! Me and Eduard could steal, but people would chase us. People probably don't even remember bumping into you. I know you're seven, but you're really good at this pickpocketing thing. I don't know how, but you are."

Ravis looked down blushing. "...Really?"

"Don't get use to the praise. Unless you can pull off getting us some real money, you're not gonna hear it again anytime soon."

"I can! I can get a lot for us!"

"You sure?"

"Pssh! Yeah! Like I said, it's your fault! Everybody you pick is broke!"

"Alright...Lets go."

Ravis grabbed Toris' hand to help himself get to his feet. Eduard followed him up, then the group went off to the streets to find someone worth stealing from. Toris scanned over all possible candidates, judging their worth from clothing and the way they carried themselves. One man in particular caught his eye. He tapped Ravis' shoulder with his free hand and pointed off to the target.

"Him."

Ravis squeezed Toris' hand when he saw the very tall and gruff looking brunette haired man Toris wanted him to rob.

"T-that's not funny, Toris!"

"I'm serious. Go do it."

"Nu-uh! No! No way!"

"Come on, Ravis! Don't get scared!"

"No! I-I can't!"

Toris put his hand on top of the boy's head to make him look up at him. "Ravis. Calm down, alright? You can do it. I know you can."

"B-but! H-he!"

"I promise you, you can pull this off," he leaned in closer to prevent eavesdropping. "You can rob anybody. It doesn't matter what they look like or how big they are. They won't even notice you. Don't be scared."

"B-but," Ravis sniffled. "W-what...W-what if he doesn't even have any money? I-I mean, he doesn't look like he does."

"Trust me. I can pick out rich people. I'm sure he's walking with a good amount of cash on him," Toris petted his head a bit. "Just try your best, ok? If you really don't want to, I can find someone else."

Ravis looked back to the man with the pitch black scarf around his neck once again as he was getting farther and farther down the street.

"...Y-you're sure he has money?"

"Positive."

"...H-hmm!!...O-ok, but I want ice cream! The kind with the cookie dough in it!"

"I'll get you whatever you want. Even if you can't do it. If you can't, it's alright."

"I-I'll get it...," He let go of the oldest boy's hand. "...I'll be back."

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IIIIIIII don't feel like finishing this. This is only like the middle too. The climax ain't even happen yet. I stopped right at it. I'l do it though. Just later. I reeeeeaaaaally don't feel like having to put the rest of the words down...Ugh! Why is my life so haaaaaaard!! =A=


Now, this one is subject to major changes or minor changes. I'm not sure yet. I really have no definite plot with this that I'm following, so I'm not sure yet. So, from here to when I post it, it might read hella different. I'm just riding the wave with this one. Oh! This is 2p!Poland's story "That's, uhm, cool."


The next day, once you got to school you were tackled by your friends.

"Oh, my god! You're alive!" Nancy yelled.

"W-what happened?! I went back to your house, and your mom said something about judgement skills or...something? I don't know. She tried to explain it, but she said she forgot and we just had some snacks. I tried calling your phone, but your back pack just kept ringing!"

They allowed you to get up, and you dusted yourself off. "I assume that's a sign I left my phone in my book bag, yes?"

"Don't get smart with me! What is wrong with you?! You leave to see a psychopath without your cellphone! Are you begging to be in the next Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie?!"

"Tad dramatic."

"Damn it, (name)!"

"W-what happened?! D-did he bite you?!" Nancy guessed.

"No, he didn't bite me. We just talked for awhile."

The two stared at you wide-eyed and also confused.

"What did you...talk about?" Tyler whispered.

You shrugged as you began walking farther into the building. "Well...It was kind of weird...I'm still not too sure how to feel about him. I mean," you paused as you thought back. The two behind you stopped and waited patiently for you to speak again, "He told me about him and Elizabeta."

"You mean when he bit her face?"

"Yeah."

"Did he tell you why he did it?!" Tyler wondered out loud.

"Yeah! Nobody knows! Not even Lizzy!"

"He said...he felt like it."

"...What?"

"He said he just felt like it."

"Those are the words of crazy people!" Nancy debated. "Nobody just bites people for no reason!"

"He said he didn't think it was that big of a deal. He didn't bite her hard or anything."

"Oh, my god! (name)! Are you defending him?!"

"I-it's not like I'm saying it was alright for him to bite her without asking."

"Without asking?!" the two repeated much louder. "Asking doesn't make it better!"

"I-I mean!...Y-yeah, it was weird, but...H-he's just weird! I don't think he knew any better."

Tyler grabbed you by your shoulders, "(name). He is seventeen, not two," He shook you as he shouted, "That is not an excuse!!"

"And you still want to talk to someone who doesn't know that biting someone's face is not ok?! (name), you need to snap out of this right now! I don't know what evil is possessing you, but I rebuke it!" Nancy placed her hands on your head. "I rebuke you, demon! You let my friend go right this second!"

"Nancy, quit it! Get off me!" You pushed her off and speed walked ahead. The two jogged behind you. "You guys need to chill! Lets just not talk about it, if you don't like him, cause I'm going to keep talking to him until I conclude myself that I don't like him either, alright?"

The two stopped abruptly. You looked back when you noticed they weren't right on your back anymore. They held their heads down quietly. You took a few steps closer to them.

"You guys?"

"W-we're...We're sorry," they apologized. "We just want you to be safe."

"Oh, wow. Uhm. Did I come to say hi at a weird time or something?" the light voice questioned.

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Dyah," you greeted the dread-headed girl who was now accompanying you and your two friends. "No. It's fine...These two are just being really dramatic is all."

"About what?"

You shook your head absentmindedly as you combed through your hair with your fingers. "Nothing. I've just been talking to Feliks recently, and they're worried. You know, people say he's crazy and stuff."

"You've been talking to Feliks?! Whoah! Why?!"

"My goodness. Not you too," you sighed. "I didn't think you'd be one to think stuff like that."

"Oh, we're cool, to an extent. I spent the night at his house a couple times when my mom was bitching."

"So, you're like good friends with him?"

"We've hung out before."

"Does he...scare you sometimes?"

"Uh...I kinda just dealt with it."

"Dealt with it?" the other two break in.

"Well, I mean like, I'm pretty sure like, 95% of the time he won't hurt me or anything. Usually when I spent the night, when I woke up, he'd be over my body just staring at me with a pillow in his hands."

"O-oh, my god! A-and you just 'dealt' with that?!" Nancy exclaimed.

"I mean, he said he wouldn't suffocate me without asking, because we're friends. He usually says he won't do things without asking when you're friends with him."

She looked elsewhere as she seemed to remember something a little scary. "Well...There was that one time he tied me up in his basement without asking."

"And you're still friends with him?!" your two friends screamed with heavy emphasizes on 'friends.'

"D-did you call the police?!"

"Why didn't you get a restraining order or something?!"

"I never said we were friends. I said we hung out before. I didn't do anything because he told me not to. It was pretty scary when it happened. He kidnapped me. I just remember I got off the bus and was walking home after school, then I was in his basement, tied up with duct tape on my wrist, ankles, and thighs."

"Why did he kidnap you?" you wondered to her.

"...What?"

"Why did he do it? Did he hurt you or anything?"

"Dude! Who cares why he did it! He kidnapped a girl and kept her in his basement! That should be more than enough reason to never talk to him again!" Nancy argued.

"You believe her?"

"You calling me a liar?" Dyah accused.

"No. I just believe there's either more to it, or...you're kidding."

She giggled, "You have been hanging out with Feliks."

"Huh? S-so you were just kidding?!" Tyler angrily addressed. "So not cool, De!"

"Oh, I wasn't kidding. I was just laughing because that's usually what Feliks says when he says something like totally serial killer-ish. He just follows it with, 'I was kidding.'"

"So, he really kidnapped you?"

"Yeah. He didn't ask me either. He claimed he kidnapped me because I was spending the night at his house so much, I might as well stay there. At the time, I was kind of staying with my dad, and my dad's an asshole, so I'd spend the night a lot. I stayed with him until I could go back with my mom."

Nancy scratched her head. "...Uhm...Did he really have to kidnap you for that and tie you up in his basement?"

"Nah. He said he just really wanted to tie someone up with duct tape just once. He kidnapped me cause he said he wanted to see if chloroform on a rag would actually knock someone out."

"Isn't that like...dangerous or something?" Tyler brought up.

Dyah shrugged, "I don't know. This was like a year ago, and I'm still fine. Anyway, Feliks is cool. He's one of my few friends, and I'm one of his only, but he is very creepy. He has problems. I'm not talking, 'nobody understands him. He just needs love to fix everything and a girl to break down his wall he puts up.' No, that mother fucker crazy. Screws are loose, and nobody can tighten them hoes. I highly suggest you don't try and befriend him."

"B-but...you're friends with him. Y-you're not scared," you mentioned lowly.

"I never said that. I said I deal," she noted. Her voice gained sternness as she placed her hands on your shoulders and looked right at you. "(name), in all seriousness, I do not recommend you continue trying to be friends with him. He's cool, but he is a sociopath. He might have helped me when I was with my dad, but he's also the same boy who asked me what my dog looked like when it died. His emotions are basically nonexistent. Listen to your friends, alright?"

You were shocked from her grave tone of voice. Dyah rarely took anything seriously like this, so her words stuck and truly frightened you about him. You nodded some and she unhands you.

"Well, alrighty then! See y'all fine ladies later~!" She skipped off with that.

"...So,...what are you thinking now?" you ginger haired friend inquired while worriedly looking off in your direction.

"...You guys were right...I won't talk to him anymore."

"...Would it be like, totally rude if I sighed in relief right here?"

"Tyler!" you yelled.

"What?! I was legit scared for you! This is some good ass news to me!"

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Subject to change~!


This one isn't forreal, forreal! This is 2p!France's story Is it? Is it, really, Dyah? "Just a little help."


Feliks drove you to the abandoned house that started it all. It was only a few blocks away from the apartments you stayed in, so you could leave Feliks to his work whenever you wished.

You both went around to the back door of the home. Once you entered, you looked around the 'highly decorated' house with the only light coming though the windows from street lamps outside. The place smelled heavily of bleach and resembled a demented four-year-old's arts and crafts project inside of a slaughterhouse. How he was able to get that much blood splatter on the ceilings, you had no idea.

You placed your hand against the palm of the one nailed by the door, as did Feliks. It just turned customary since he put it there.

"Where does all this bleach smell come from? It doesn't look as if you've cleaned anything," you commented as you were dragging your hand across the many bones hung up in the kitchen like wind chimes.

"I clean all the bones in bleach...Plus, I just really like the smell of bleach. I leave bowls of it out."

You placed your purse down on the counter by the sink and sighed, "Well, at least you're being some form of sanitary."

You quickly and softly heard, "(name). Look," before a glass jar was presented in front of you by the teenager who was closer on your back than socially acceptable.

You jumped from the suddenness but soon remembered that you're dealing with Feliks. His whole existence was a jump-scare. You focus back to the jar he wanted to show you and saw many different colored eyes inside a clear liquid. You tilted your head a little as you tapped it.

"Wow."

"Whenever I get a new eye color, I put it in this jar. I think I almost collected them all...I want to collect them all...I need to. These are like my pokemon cards, (name)"

You giggled as you grabbed his arms that were over your shoulders, "Well, what colors are you missing?"

"Hm...Uhm...," He lifted the jar up some so he could see it over you. "Uh...Red."

"How convenient. Luciano has the perfect pair, and they're just begging to join your collection."

"Oh...I never had the eyes of somebody so famous."

"Yep. Weird people collect famous people's hair; psychos collect the eye balls," you remarked before shaking your head. "I blame you. The more I hang out with you, the crazier I get. I swear, you're a terrible influence."

After not getting a creep response, you peeked behind yourself at him. He sat the jar on the counter you were in front of before blankly making eye contact.

"Hmm?...Ah! Nope! Nu-uh! Don't even think about it!" you laughed, "I don't care if I'm already dead, you are not putting my eyes in any kind of jars, ya weirdo."

"...You call me stuff like that a lot."

"Stuff like what?"

"Crazy. Weird."

"Guess I didn't notice. Doesn't everybody though?"

"Yeah...I don't really care when everybody else does, but I like when you do...because we're friends."

"Hm...Yeah. I guess we are friends."



"How should we go about training our dear hostage?" Al inquired while Dyah and Ravis seemed to be deep in thought on the topic.

"I'm not even your hostage anymore!"

"Ah-ha! So you admit you were a hostage!" Both Dyah and Al exclaimed.

You hit your face. "I still can not deal."

"Oh! I know! Lets just grab her titties until she stomps me!" Ravis suggested.

You cracked your knuckles while smirking at him, "Lets skip the touching and get straight to the part where I stomp on your balls with the heel of my shoe until they pop."

"O-oh, my god. T-that hurt just hearing it."

"That hurt me, and I don't even have those," Dyah commented.

"Oh! I have the greatest idea!" Oliver assured as he was jumping around with his hand in the air. "How about!...We roleplay like we're at a bar! (name) could even be the bartender!"

"That! Is! In-fucking-genius, Oliver!" Dyah declared. "How do you come up with such ideas?! Such creativity! That just might be what we need here to help her!"

"You guys were just making it overly complicated! That would be the obvious an-"

"Quiet, hostage!"

"What is my life anymore? I really do not know."

Al placed his hand on Dyah's back and shoved her forward. "Anyway! You know what to do, baby boo!"

"Sho nuff, sweet stuff!"

You made small circles on your temples with your fingertips, "Oh, my god. Is that rhyming like a couple thing?"

"Damn straight, cupcake!"

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Nuff said.


This is one that will most likely never see the light of day. I'm not sure if I told you guys about this one already though. I might have, but here.


The start of a school year. Some groaned, others cheered, and then there's that group of kids who just don't give a fuck. Among those who could not care less, is a group of recently promoted to eighth grade students; Lutz, Kuro, and Luciano. These three could not provide you with any fucks to give, if you personally gave them the fucks then specifically told them to give it right back two seconds after you gave it to them.

The group has known one another since sixth grade and have been in similar classes ever since. This year was no exception. They didn't originally like each other, being their own form of delinquent, but eventually learned one another's personalities and came to tolerate each other, soon becoming each others only friends.

For some reason, Kuro was acting stranger than usual. Whenever the three would pass by the sixth grade hall, he would duck down or hide his face. During lunch, he was looking everywhere, as if waiting for someone. His friends just ignored this behavior, however. As previously stated, they all give no fucks.

The boring and uneventful day of basically introductions soon came to an end, and our group exits the school with the rest of the student body. They walked at their own pace, in no rush, casually talking when all of a sudden, "Hey, Kuro!"

Kuro quickly swung his fist back, nearly hitting Lutz in the process. The owner of the new voice leaned back some, narrowly dodging it while holding a broad and goofy smile. The long haired brunette boy laughed some, "You didn't find me today at school, Kuro! That's kinda strange! I was hoping you'd find me after we lost each other in the halls this morning! I found you though! I didn't say anything, because I saw you with your friends, and plus I had to get to classes too! I followed you for awhile sometimes, though! I know all of your classes now too. If I ever need you, I know where to come and get you. Isn't that cool?!"

"Fuck! Leave me alone!"

The boy bounced some, as if remembering something. "Kuro! Kuro! This is the five hundredth time you've told me to leave you alone, ever! This is like a milestone in our relationship together! How exciting! I remember when you first told me to leave y-"

Kuro threw his fist again, this time landing a punch on the boy's face. He growled in frustration.

"Who's he?" Lutz asked lazily. "Ya boyfriend?"

"Ya fucked him yet?" Luciano questioned.

"Ya sucked his dick?"

"Ya fucked his ass?"

"Met his mom?"

"Fucked his mom?"

"Fucked his sister?"

"Fucked his brothers?"

"Ya let him play with your dick at night?"

"Phone sext him in the morning?"

"Fuck both of you!" Kuro exclaimed from their back to back stupid questions.

The boy hopped up, seemingly recovered from the blow and cheerfully said, "Those are a lot of questions! Kuro gets way madder at me when I ask questions like that! I'm his h-"

Kuro covered his mouth then glared at him, "Say something else."

The boy switched his head side to side, mumbling into his hand before he grabbed it with both of his and moved it down. "Ha ha! Kuro, you're so playful~! I'm Leon! It's nice to meet you guys! I didn't know Kuro had friends, and I know everything about him! I don't think any of my siblings have friends. Our mom has friends though! I remember this one time wh-Gah!" Kuro wrapped his hand around Leon's throat, stopping him from talking.

"So, he's your brother?" both of his friends guessed.

"I don't wanna fucking talk about it. We're not related."

"Y-yeah, we a-are," Leon managed out. Kuro squeezed tighter.

"Don't talk."

You honked your horn loudly before you rolled down your window. "Kuro! Stop chokin' my money!" you shouted.

"Who's that?" Lutz asked again. "Ya girlfriend?"

"Start on that shit again, and I swear to god."

"Hey, (name)!" Leon waved to you. "I got to meet Kuro's friends today! Did you know he had friends?! I didn't!"

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Yeah, I was looking through my unfinished stories and saw this one. I thought it was funny, so I added it in XD You will never know what the story is to this. It's not important. I'm not writing it XD


I think that's all I got. Hope that holds y'all over til I feel like writing again. Peaces, my reeses!!
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I love ALL OF THESE. They're so good, oh my grape-

And I love your take on 2p!Hong Kong! I wanna choke him a bit myself though, because I talk super rapid-fire like that too when I get excited about something and I hate that about me. It throws people for a loop sometimes 'cause I'm usually really quiet.