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I am a Murderer

This story is....pretty big for me. It's not no ordinary story. This story is based on me. The things in this story actually happened to me. I obviously replace the real-life characters with Smash/Earthbound characters.

Now, if you're not into blood and all that, please, do not read this story. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this :D

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7th Grade

Oh great. 2nd semester. The first was boring and....well....that's it. No friends. No trust. Just the same old same old. What's gonna be different about this semester? Absolutely nothing. That's what I say. Everything just fucking sucks.

"Now Class," the teacher, Zelda, starts. She's a social studies teacher. I never understood, and still don't understand, why it's called "social studies" when it's clearly history. Why call it such a weird thing when it's all just one thing? I dunno. "We'll be having a new student today. He's from a school up north so please welcome him with open arms. Come on in and introduce yourselves." A young-looking blonde comes into the room. He's decked out in a green tunic and pointy hat. He stands in front of the class.

"H-hi. My name is Young Link."

"Well, Young Link, why don't you sit...." Zelda scans the room for an available seat. Her eyes stop at my table. Our tables allow for four people. All the tables in the class do. Our table is usually filled, but not this time. The person who sits diagonally from me isn't here today. I don't know their name because I don't bother to learn people in general. I just don't care. Zelda prompts Young Link to sit in the vacant chair. Young Link walks over and sits in the chair and class proceeds like normal.

The next day rolls around and Zelda starts our 100-something day of learning about the Civil War. Today's a little different though. We're starting a stupid project. Not only is it a project, but it's also a CO-OP project. I need a damn partner for this thing. WONDERFUL!! I really hate people. All they've ever done was use me. Use, abuse, and refuse, that's what people's mentality is, especially around me. No one cares about me, so why in GOD'S name should I care for them.

Ugh, either way, I've gotta be nice if I want to pass this class. By the time I actually try to look for a partner, most students already have a partner. All but Young Link. He's not even moving. He's just sitting down, awkwardly. Even I stood up and yet he's still on his ass. It's.....actually quite sad. He's just sitting down, alone. Why do I feel bad for him? Why do I feel this way? Against my nature, I decide to sit down next to him. "Would you like to be my partner?" I ask him. He slowly looks back at me and his eyes seem to hold this small bit of glimmer.

"S-sure." I smirk. Which is odd. I haven't smiled or smirked in who knows how long. I have to admit....it feels nice to smile genuinely. We work on our project for the rest of the class. The bell rings and class ends. But I don't even get to stand before Young Link taps my shoulder. I look at him. "What's your name?"

"Oh. I'm Lucas." Young Link smiles before standing up and leaving the room. I prepare my stuff but once again, I am interrupted before being able to step out of the classroom. This time, it's Zelda. I turn toward her and see that she's very bright. She's usually bright, but something about the way she looks now has a sense of.....proudness? Yeah, that sounds right.

"Lucas. What you did earlier....that was great. I'm proud of you for what you did. You saw that he was alone and you decided to go to him," she says as she puts a hand on my shoulder. I sort of flinch from this, but not as much as usual. I tilt my head as I look at her and absorb what she said. She's proud of me? She thought what I did was great? I didn't do much, though. But this praise is.....quite nice to be honest.