(Disclaimer: all account names I made up and are completely coincidental if they are yours or exist. And there is cursing!)
We all have something that we swore to take to our graves. Monoma was no exception of the universal experience. He was an age regressor and used the infant-like state to cope. This was something nobody was to know. Even in his diary he never wrote it, like a code only he could crack. He would never let anyone catch on. He would rather have everyone believe he was a crackhead -- even though, at times, it was the overwhelming ecstasy of being a child.
"Shit--" Monoma shot up in bed, looking at the comment in pure horror. "Shit shit shit. This is gonna leave a digital footprint. Maybe nobody saw it--"
A small ping. A reply.
"Shit!" Monoma's cheeks darkened in embarrassment when he caught sight of his profile picture. "I just had to use my school account..."
He gulped, opening the messages.
hi bud, thanks for taking the quizzes I made.
Would you want me to make more?
- ToshiTheCat
It was a horrible name. Though it was better than a full name flashed around like TetsuTetsu's pecs.
"Maybe I could delete the ch-- ... no no no no no!" Monoma pressed his face closer to his phone. He had a legit profile. Whatever quizzes he was taking was showing up on his page. Every survey taken, curated his profile.
It was just stupid quizzes about what type of little are you, what fruit are you, what's your ideal caregiver, what cartoon character are you, what aesthetic are you, the list goes on. And that entire list was public. Every single thing. All under Neito Monoma.
He wanted to cry. Actually he had a better idea.
i want to die ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
- Neito Monoma
YOU ARE READING
momma loves you
FanfictionMonoma is deep in headspace and playing on his phone... unsupervised. Nothing can possibly go wrong. Truly! He's just taking random buzzfeed quizzes to pass the time. Well... were the quizzes really that random? He might make a friend along the way...
