#AfterThat?

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bagel_crazy: Yeah sure. so, where are you from?

krazy_bunny: First answer me- will you be my friend?

bagel_crazy: Mr. dude-who-keeps-asking-me-the-same-question, yes, i will be your friend. Is that even a question worthy of asking? Ain't it obvious I am your friend?

krazy_bunny: Okay and I'm sorry for irritating you.

bagel_crazy: -.-

krazy_bunny: What does that mean? Is that some kind of code in your language?!

bagel_crazy: Whoa! Dude, seriously asking, are you alright? What do you mean your language, huh? Where are you from?

krazy_bunny: I really want to tell you but I'm not allowed to tell it to anyone. So, I will tell you only on one condition- you must not tell it to anyone if you choose to believe me, okay?

Just a while ago, he was a clueless guy who did not know what a common emoji meant and now he sounded like he was in control. What was he even talking about? He isn't allowed to tell anyone where he is from? What if he is kidnapped by thugs? But something told me all this was false and his story had something more to say.

I knew from the start that something was amiss but my curiosity tore up my brain, begging to dig deeper into the matter.

bagel_crazy: Okay.

krazy_bunny: Here it goes- I am a Nelibia, meaning I am from the planet Nelibian, not from Earth.

bagel_crazy: That is such a cheap joke.

krazy_bunny: Please, my friend, believe me! I in desperate need of help from humans. I will do anything to prove it to you.

Something in this pleading message of his said that he wasn't lying but it sounded so unrealistic that I was afraid.

Afraid to believe in him. Afraid to believe the truth.

I did what I always did- run away from the things that challenged me.

In annoyance, I yanked the plug of my stereo system which at the moment was playing some hip hop music at low volume. The room was silent except for my rythmic breathing.

The silence was broken by a ping. It was a message from him.

krazy_bunny: Are you there?

I switched off the computer and walked towards my room door. Slowly closing it, I sat on the floor behind it, drawing circles on my knee and contemplating..... everything.

Hey readers! Vote,comment and share if you like the twist. (The story will be updated later because the author is hyperventilating).