sickly sweet ( k . saiki )

THE REVIEW

After another exhausting day at school, Saiki liked the simple pleasure of sitting down with his laptop on his lap, scrolling with his two fingers on the touchpad just like any other teenager. He didn't even undress into his pyjamas yet. I wonder what he's looking through, online shopping, Instagram pages, the latest music-

Um, positive, 5-star Coffee Jelly reviews? Erm, ok.

Saiki blissfully did so. He unconsciously thought of the right amount of sun coming through the window, but the aircon cooling him and his parent's not being in a 2-mile radius of him. It was a perfect atmosphere and something he felt unmeasurably grateful for. 

Except for the murmuring thoughts of everybody around him, but at this point, he was used to it.

Scrolling through the reviews, weirdly, it felt good to know that people appreciated things he liked. Saiki knew the coffee jelly was 5 stars; no he wasn't biased. Most reviews were intelligently 5 stars, sometimes 4 stars. He would ignore the 4-star reviews, reading the 4-page review from an overreacting critic line by line, not skipping a word. 

Occasionally, he could nearly feel a smirk crack into the straight line of his mouth whenever he felt as if the critic was physic rather than him, because of the way they plucked everything from Saiki's thoughts and onto a Word document. 

Suddenly, he saw something he had never seen before.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes widening and his head spinning. Oh, what treachery!

With a blank mind full of nothing but shock, Saiki's fingers dug into the touchpad like twin lightning, only his lap prevented him from accidentally creating twin holes into the earth, the exact same size as his fingers. 

The wires and tech were now visible from the laptop near his fingers, but he couldn't care less, because what he saw on the screen was far more horrifying and unbelievable. H-How could somebody do this? 

★☆☆☆☆

sucks ass

Who has done this? Is this a troll? How ignorant of them.

You could say he was overreacting, but to him, he wasn't. Saiki's palm was sweating, a migraine even worse from when he was around his friends was forming like rapid fire. His blank stare turned murderous. He slapped the laptop closed brutally, blankly staring at the wall. 

I mean, it's just a mindless review.

Who would care?

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I would.

Now he's here, in front of a massive door. He justifiably believed that the reviewer would be a poor lowlife with nothing better to do than comment on a world-famous and perfect Coffee Jelly brand, full of spite and envy. But no, apparently. Because presently, he was in front of a mansion bigger than a hill. 

A disgustingly modern abode with a lawn perfectly mowed glowing a brilliant green without a disrupting weed in sight, that sat peacefully along both the long driveway and pathway. Squeaky clean windows lined around the house with chemicals you could see from metres away, and white, flowy curtains behind the screen.