A Perfect Imposter Book :)

Story prolouge :)

TW: ANGEST, CURSING

WARNINGS: Bad writing, Grammar (English isn't my first language)

Nadwe stayed still in his bed, resting his head onto his body pillow. He was surely glad that Socks modded in little rooms where everyone could sleep. He also add a way for us to talk from far away! Nadwe heard laughter outside the room, and also a quiet "are you sure this is ok?" . Soon, he gets a notification....

Nadwe looked on his wrist band, a holographic image appeared, it said that Monika has texted him. Quickly, He opened up the message, "Hey there Nadwe, I have been thinking about this for a while, This "relationship" isn't really working out, and, I fell in love with a new player. I'm sorry, but I want to break up.." the text read, unknown mutters escaped from Nadwe's mouth, tears forming in his eyes. "And, you are too young for me." The other text said. 

Tears were rolling down his face... he gripped his hair tightly as if he was about to rip it out. He heard laughter, why were people laughing? He just wants to know if this is all real.. Do people not care about his lost? Do people not care about him?

Nadwe rolled over, face to face with his Monika body pillow. He felt like the only candle in a dark room was just blew out. The candle being his love. He dug his face into the pillow sobbing, before digging his teeth into the pillow and ripping it apart, eating the fluff, as if it was blood.

He heard laughter again...

Male laughter

He could only recognize one's accent...

It's almost like...

No one cares about him being here, like they all want him dead..

"No one would care if you died to a imposter" he heard voices say

"No one would care if you were ejected.." the voice spoke again

"SHE FUCKING HATES YOU!"

"Just please."

"Get it out of my head"

"GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!"

[Prologue end]