Summary :
Floris, is an online content creator, known by the name of Fundy or FundyLIVE almost cracks out of jealousy of Dream's close friend, George. His jealousy takes the best of him, when he decides to quit his job at a store, lying about the fa...
NOTE : I Changed the name of the book and the cover because yes and the whole idea of the story in general LMAO you can read the description for the new summary LMAO enjoy 😊 aaaa and by the way thare is a certain time the song fits. I'll tell you when owo
CW : Semi-Religious tones (the prime religion exists and it's a real religion LMAO)
Fundy woke up. This time, being morning. 7 am, more exact. Jesus, such a weird night he had. He reaches for his phone, but falls off the bed. Still laying on the floor, he grabs his phone and looks trough the twitter feed, and like some posts. Just his mediocre routine. He got notifications from Dream last night. Fuck. He went to sleep too early.
Clay 💚
I am bored :( Wanna talk more? Heeyyyy.. Kk.. guess i'll text George
He got up from the ground, and just, out of pure anger, punched the mirror in his room with such force, it cracked. He took a deep breath, and went down stairs, like normal, to make breakfast. Some pancakes with strawberry jam, would be great. Fundy was cooking by him self for a while, and was actually pretty good at it. He loved cooking, just so peaceful. Just him, the ingredients... that damn imbecile George.... if he could, he would tie that idiot on to a chair i his basement, and torture him everyday, putting needles in his broken fucking eyes. Until he would say t with his mouth. He dosnt feel anything for—
No.
Fundy wasn't a monster.
...
He wasn't,
right ?
The only problem, was the mess in his brain. Everything felt heavy again. He let down the spoon he was mixing ingredients with. And took some deep breaths. He, tried to calm himself down but, the way he imagined George suffering, getting murdered, his imagination went to places it shouldn't ever went. He placed his palm on his forehead, gently rubbing it. He didn't even wanted to think of that son of a bitch, "GeORGe". Fuck him. But then, he remembered. He opens his phone, and opens that article, again and looks for the places the attacks were.
Yes.
FUCKING YES.
He knew that bitches area like he knew his own house. The exact description of his surroundings, park, streets, etc. there were multiple deaths around him. As a child, Fundy learned, that you shouldn't wish the death of someone, "it's a sin !"
Oh..
He didn't give 2 fucks.
(Song song song song)
He wasn't the religious and innocent child he once was. And he knew this. He was laughing and spiting in the face of so called god. And why ? When he prayed for help, for an answer, their god didn't care. Their god brought more pain and cruelty in his life. That's why, when he was kicked out his parents home, he didn't even bothered to beg them to let him live there. He didnt give a shit. And even, from time to time, he threw dog shit in their windows, and even broke one of them once. He didn't wanted to do that, but it felt good. It felt great.
Fundy remembers, from when he was little, the songs he used to sing when he was in the Church choir. Oe of them being Saint Bernard. His parents didn't like that, since it wasn't about the Saint Bernard they new. It was about another "Saint Bernard". A saint that was killed after he participated in a group of sinners. He was known for hating God, and his so called "son". So he created a species, that is said to have become the dog breed Saint Bernard. The song was about Saint Bernard, trying as hard as possible to believe in God. But in the end he is called a liar, and so, he gets killed. Sad huh. In the last verses, it's a sinners perspective, calling himself a dog, howling and barking a song.
Now, what if he joined? Joining a cult can't be that bad...
No one cares about George anyway.
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