My Guardian Angel (Angel!Link x Religious!Reader Oneshots) PART 3

Villainous Liar

Note: Are you a bad guy like Eric Cartman? Or a risk teen like the goth kids? Be warned.

"That's like this one time. When I didn't like a kid, so I ground his parents up into chili and fed it to him." - Eric Cartman

"And now you all expect me just to forget and hangout with you like nothing happened?" - Kyle Broflovski

"I don't think so. People shouldn't care about me, because I don't care about them. What's the point of caring when all it brings us is pain? - Stan Marsh

"What's the point of living if all I'll end up is dying? What's the point of dying if all I really do is living?" - Kenny McCormick

"It's really fun. You throw these little rocks at cars and if the driver gets angry, you blame me." - Butters Stotch

Your POV

I have a complicated life here in this crazy town. I can't seem to get it off in my chest. Everytime I went through a lot of pressure over and over. The people I know treats me differently like dirt in their shoes as my vision begins to blur, as if were writings on a sketchbook. Black ink, markers and tar paint all over my face that covers my eyes.

What I have describe about life is just lonely here...a cold, cold world out there. In my own personal point of view as far as I can see, I used to hate everything and of course, I was being such a stereotypical hater. Picture this; I hate my friends, I hate stupid people, I hate everyone in general...and so on.

When I feel alone at home, I started to lose my mind due to my emotional problems which nobody cares about or not interested in. See, I looked like a risk teen in my early or late 20's, rather than a scapegoat of the town as I absorbed all the dysfunction by using a lightning rod in my hands. I pretended to act nice, treated like a person...but a savage beast.

I become so violent and mean-spirited to the people around my surroundings. They are all a bunch of moronic hypocrites. Also, I was being judgemental to the looks on their faces and pull pranks just to get a laugh. While I'm minding my business, I raised my eyebrows and say, 'do I know you?' in an ignorant tone of my voice. 😡😡😡

Is this what true suffering feels like? Or how does it feel to be isolated from the outside? Whatever that means, I just hate, hate, hate it! I groaned miserably as I used my arms in a 'slap fight' to them just to stay away from me. Because I'm not in a very good mood, especially when I had a rough day.

Sure, I am stronger outside but on the inside, I am very weak to fight back. What I really hate the most is how I disliked my worst enemies by doing kinds of self-harm things like abusing them constantly by force. If abuse is my greatest power of all time, then everybody should respect my authoritah! (like Eric Cartman doing animal abuse on a field trip).

I hate them with a passion as my villainous schemes began to grow more and more powerful than chaos itself. Not gonna lie, but it felt kinda good just to test my punching skills like the ones I've seen in violent movies that influenced my mind and that makes me wanna give a nice old fashioned smash hit right on the face so bad. Yes, bring the pain! 💢💢

I see myself as the villain. Yes, I am evil! I'd love to make fun of everyone, judge them with insults and name-calling as a joke. Doing every hate crimes I had just to get a taste of their own medicine which it is satisfying and also, I got myself surrounded by idiots all over the entire place. Here in this wretched country, I encountered the worst people in the world.