There will be talk of depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, and being groomed. Please if you feel uncomfortable with any of that, leave and I hope you have a great day. This is going to be about me. Most of the stuff mentioned are from my experiences so please be respectful. Also, this chapter is just for you to understand Ace (me)
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The soft sound of keys clicking and muffled music was loud in the otherwise quiet room. The light of a computer screen was the only thing that illuminated light into the room, it showed the face of the sleep-deprived user. The sound of the rock music was clearly too loud, which was discomforting to anyone who walked in. Then there were the knocks on the bedroom door, and then another. "Ace, I swear if you're playing your music too loud again," the voice through the door said angrily. Quickly the person ripped the headphones off their head and ran to open the door "shit sorry mom, I was editing" His delict voice ripped threw the room like a tidal wave taking over the flame that was its mother's voice. It opened the door and there she was, their mom holding a plate of food. His stomach rumbled, he didn't even realize he was starving till now. "oh thanks mom" It said as he took the food away from his mom. "Of course my dear, now please bring your plate out when your done ok?" her voice softened a lot, she was sweet to him but can be very tough on him. "of course mother, thank you for the food" He closed the door and brought the plat back to the desk and put his headphones on again.
It turned its head to the mirror that sat near them, the way his black hair was slightly blocking his eyes. His soft pale skin and chapped lips made him cringe at the sight, why could it never feel like they were enough? He then heard the ping of a message, he felt the dread start to rise as he took another bite of his food. "no.... why him.... no no please just be a mistake" He thought to himself. They felt like their soul was slowly leaving its body and it started to respond "I hope he's ok and not mad..... I don't want to be yelled at" he sighed as he typed out his reply.
Mega Man Today at 7:34pm
Hey
LittleOne Today at 7:36pm
Hullo, How are you?
Mega Man Today at 7:37pm
I'm ok, I want to cuddle you tbh
LittleOne Today at 7:39pm
Ah... I see, want me to get on vrc?
It felt like everything was on fire, why did he say that? He didn't want to get on again, he slowly ate his food. The feeling not going away, he kept editing and checking his discord. He never responded to them, this made him feel a bit better that he was left on seen. As he was finishing up the last of his video, it looked one last time to still see no response. This made his mood go back up. He posted his video, took his dish into the kitchen, and sat back down at his desk. It couldn't help but feel so drained, it just stared at the ceiling. He couldn't help but let the tears fall. They got up and lay on their bed, curling up and slowly falling asleep.
