Fiction on Acid

"I'm In Love With An E-Girl" but in story form

TW: Misogyny

2:45PM.

He woke up after his long, peaceful sleep. He had went to bed in the morning after a whole night of watching random videos online. He picked up his phone, and a notification popped up on the screen.

It was a DM from a friend. He sighed. Part of him--no, the whole of him--had hoped that the message was from a certain "someone." He ignored his friend's message.

He looked over to his night stand and noticed the empty can of Red Bull that sustained him during his sleepless hours. There also sat his vape, fully charged.

He opened his Snapchat and read anything he missed due to his dreadful sleep schedule. A thought crossed his mind. That "someone" couldn't stay out of his head.

He went to "someone's" Instagram profile, the message button seeming to stare into his soul. He gulped.

"What's poppinnn?"

He sat there staring at his message before slamming his phone down into his mattress. Worrying about it wasn't going to get him anywhere.

This someone. The e-girl he out on a pedestal. She was an excellent combination of beauty and grace. She could easily start a career as a model if she wanted to.

He thought back to her profile picture on Discord. It was a black and white photo of an anime girl with dark hair. The e-girl had probably never even seen the anime or manga, and just added it for the aesthetic. It was cute nonetheless.

He laid his head back. Just a single message more, he thought. It will send her rubbing up my... ethernet cord.

His could feel his hands reaching for his phone despite himself. He opened it up, impatient, only to find no response. It was expected but still disappointing.

Eyes widening, he remembered something. Nearly a week prior, he had somehow managed to become friends with the e-girl on Discord. He opened Discord and saw that she was active. After a few seconds of steeling himself, he decided to call her from his phone. Much to his surprise, she picked up after less than ten seconds.

"Hello...?"

"Hi, um..." he started, but paused realizing that he didn't exactly have his words together. "I just... want to be..." He trailed off again.

"What?" the e-girl asked, rightfully confused.

"I want to be the guy... that you fall asleep on call with. Don't hang up!" He was desperate to talk to this girl that he had never even met. "Listen, I'll make you forget every guy that came before me... Because I like you." He wanted to throw his phone across the room, however he couldn't spend anymore money after all those Twitch donations, not to mention the tier 3 subscriptions. He wouldn't say that he was a "simp," rather that he enjoyed looking at and objectifying the female species.

The girl went a few seconds without a response. He heard her take a light breath in. A few more seconds of silence lingered in the air and in the call. "I like your attention," she said.

He let out a long breath, now eased. He wanted to skip to the good bit. The part where they consummate their internet connection.

The silence was awkward, and he realized that he hadn't responded. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking about what to say next.

Oh god, I'm in love with an e-girl.

His mom walked into his room. The e-girl hung up.

. . .

He woke up the next day, around the same time, thinking about the previous day's Discord call. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram again. Immediately, he directed himself to the girl's DMs.

Sorry about yesterday, he typed. Mom took away my PS4. I punched a hole through my bedroom wall afterwards.

The word "Seen" popped up. Anxiety bubbled in his stomach, and he started to reread what he said to see how he might have come off.

I'm not aggressive! he said, realizing how it sounded. I just ooze masculine passion.

He waited a bit, seeing that his online crush read his message but hadn't responded. She wasn't even typing. He had never wanted to strangle the word "Seen" more in his life.

Just how can he get her attention?

He opened up the Instagram typing bar again. Did you know that I've also got depression? Self-diagnosed, though. I though I should mention.

Pity--the perfect technique. The female race all had very soft, vulnerable, dumb, and emotional state of minds. This trick was a surefire way into a woman's heart.

I thought that you could be the one to fix me.

Three seconds passed. Then ten. Then thirty.

His cell phone rang. She was calling him through discord again. Without any hint of hesitation, he picked up.

"Hello???" he asked, not caring about how desperate he sounded.

"I wanna be the girl that you fall asleep on call with," she said. The good kind of butterflies in his stomach grew as she repeated the same words that he spoke to her the previous day. "Meanwhile I'll find other people to talk with." He wasn't sure what the last part meant, but it was good that she was trying to make friends. Though, some of her words were being blocked out of his head as he was trying to form what he should say next.

The e-girl continued. "Because you like me, and I think you're a maniac. Let's skip to the good bit. Let's completely block all contact."

Her voice stopped, but he didn't catch what she said. No, she didn't stop talking, she hung up on him. He looked back on Discord and her account was nowhere to be seen on his friends list. She had blocked him. What?

He wasn't blocked on Instagram.

Are you really blocking me? What did I do? Unblock me right now you slut. You weren't being serious, right? I'm in love with an e-girl. I love you. Unblock me???? Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

After that message, she blocked him on Instagram, too.

He went to Twitter. He vented about the situation on main.

"Mom took away my PS4. I've said it so many times before--how can I live on if I keep on collecting these every little slights and insurrections. Constant pain in every dimension. My body weeps. Disbelief, head suspension."

It sounded like he was a child who thought their problems were the end of the world itself.

He checked the e-girl's twitter account, and he wasn't blocked. She probably didn't know about his account on there, but he wouldn't dare try to message the temptress again. Scrolling down to her most recent tweets, he found the vile female had subtweeted him.

The tweet read: "He's in love with an e-girl lmao," accompanied by a sarcastic overuse emojis.

Fury filled every inch of his body and he nearly gave the hole in the wall a friend. Females thought they were so smart with their sarcasm and stupid, snarky little comments. He couldn't wait until women discovered the true power of the male species.

He just wanted to be the guy... that she would find stalking her affections. At this point, her social media was scoured, and she was now threatening to seek police intervention.

He based his ideals on obsessive media... wait. A glow returned to his eyes as an idea sparked in his head.

Maybe if I act like them... she'll respond to my DMs.