'Why... Why did I have to die...'
Well that's what I want to say at least, for uh- dramatic effects.
Hi, I'm Y/N, but call me Yuo, because, Yuo sounds hot. Wait- who am I talking to again? I should really take my pills, I might be hallucinating again.
Anyway, I'm here, in the road, laying down in an awkward position with blood dripping from my head. Not sexy at all, embarrassing.
Truck-kun did it yet again. Ugh, could've waited for another minute. Sheesh, I couldn't prepare dude. I was just about to finish reading the manga and you ruined the mood. Idk about y'all but season 2 of the anime sucked, honestly disappointed.
I stood up and cleaned the dust off my clothes, gosh these were expensive. Wait- how'd I stand u-
"Hi lol"
"HOLY SHIT-"
Wtf- who in the mf peanut butter pickle sandwich is this?! Kidnapping without consent? Prison.
"Oh God, another one of those Gen Z teens, wait I am God- Anyways, welcome to the afterli-"
"Excuse me uh- Miss, Ma'am, Sir, Mister.."
"What now?" Ugh, the sarcasm.
"I'm an atheist."
"..."
"..."
And it all drifted to black.
"I'm still here."
"Well fu-"
YOU ARE READING
Possible upcoming book ideas
ФанфикAll from my drafts, I really need to settle with a plot and not rewrite it like a million times
