Hi. I'm back. Once again, the old MSM book that I've made went wayy off track. And no, I won't be adding the new wubbox. It is ugly AF... but I'll maybe add some of the fanmade ones?🤭 don't ask abt my logic, you get the idea and this chapter will be published early, start off long with a long chapter for now and then spend a few days making some of the other chapters and publish them all together. Enjoy this (finally) serious book.
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Chapter 1
The Outcast..Meets another.
My alarm went off. I groggily turned my body over and slammed my fist against the alarm. "I hate that damn thing.." I mumbled to myself. The sun shines brightly through my dorms window, right into my eyes. I quickly covered my eyes with my hands and scooted up so I sat in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my hat, forcing it on my head.
I slowly got out of bed, yawning. It was gonna be a long college day, yet again. Nothings new, nothings changed. Just how I like it. Although.. nah, that's a foul thing to think of. A roommate. The thought of it bugs me. I reluctantly stretched my wings and shut the blinds. I Look over to the other bed, the white, plain bed. Untouched, I don't even use it.
The couch.. not far from my bed. The table in front, the desk in the middle of the room between mine and the other bed, with those 2 padded chairs side each other. I Look over to the small TV, where I watch my shows, but barely use it. The dark purple wall on the other side of the room, my side being yellowish.. my posters that hung over my bed, in a little corner is a small built in bathroom, everything was the same. My scented candle wasn't lit. A ton of empty drawers with dust in them.
The organized books on my side, as you'd expect. It was just.. quiet. Peaceful, even. I had gotten distracted in my thoughts. "Fuck.." I rub my eyes again, blinking to gain my vision back. I snatched my goggles from my desk and put them on, looking at myself in the body mirror, the abyss stared back at me. My feathers on my chest weren't fixed, hell did I care. My green tinted lenses on my goggles, helps me see better. I groaned and walked over to the detailed blue-purple couch, i laid down on it, grabbing the white, long remote and powering on the TV.
I had woken up an hour or two early than I should've. Lucky me, no classes for me yet. The lectures they have here is shitty anyway. I crossed my legs and rested them on the table, which had uncleaned plates on it, forks, etc. I'm lazy, okay? What's wrong with that. The news was playing, saying:
"BREAKING NEWS:
A CRIMINAL ESCAPED FROM PRI-"
Who cares. Dimwits gonna break out anyway with this absolute shit economic development around this area. A disease breakout? Sure. Reasonable. I had Switched it to Adventure Time. Better than the fucking news. Boring shit. I leaned back and sat down the remote beside me, fixated on the television in-front of my face, not saying a word. So what if I'm not studying? I can do that at the end of the day, besides, nobody ever comes to check on my well-being anyway.
About 30 minutes of watching TV, three loud bangs came from my door. I got startled and immediately paused it, did I get a noise complaint? Snowflakes. I sighed and got up from the couch, my ASSCHEEKS printed into the fabric. When I opened the door, I see a dark red wubbox. A drill? Who is this guy.
He gave me a smug grin. I scowled at him; "who are you?!" I wasn't in a good mood. He then laughed, I noticed I was slightly taller than him. "I'm your roommate, didn't they tell you earlier?" His voice, I can't describe it. It's a mixture of a deep and raspy?—no. It's deep but it sounds like he's.. mocking me. "Obviously not. I don't need a roommate so fuck off." I tried to shut the door in his face, unfortunately his foot caught the door.
"Will you at least let me introduce myself?" He asked me, trying to sound polite. I groaned, he pushed the door open and walked in with bags. "Wait—what the fuck do you think you're doing." I grabbed his shoulder. "I don't think you know how this works, I have no choice but to be in here. Stuck with you. I would've been nice if I had a pleasant greeting. Don't squander the next guy who's moving in here." He told me, like he's authority.
"Another?! No. You're already being bitchy—" he cut me off; "Me? Being bitchy? Check your behavior, bird." He said, while throwing his bags to the bed. I was stunned, appalled, even. He started unpacking. "What the hell-?" I growled at him. "Don't you dare call me a bird, you jerk." I scoffed. "Say that all you want. You're stuck with me." He laughed sinisterly.
"Yeah, no. If you're this way I don't want another one." I gave him the most nastiest look I could muster. He just laughs. He then gave me a smug look, i had to hold back every muscle within me to keep me from slapping that ugly look off his face. "I'm not as bad as you think, really. You'll soften up eventually." He searched for a free drawer.
"Yeah, well." I glared at him. I sat down on my bed, then laid down, my back facing him. "Are you seriously pouting." He remarked. "Shut it, prick." I responded, he Made out a sigh, I hear his loud footsteps walking over to me. I Look at him from the corner of my eye.
"You know.. I think we had a bad start, we leave in a half hour, too." He said, lifting me up. "You think." I saw his intentions. I saw that smug personality behind his facade. "How about.."
He went on, "lets restart."
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I was yet to still like him. His douchebag of a name is "Earth". I didn't know who else was coming here in my dorm but the two beds are already taken, therefore they sleep on the couch. It's half of the day and all the classes I have with this absolute prick was horrible.. always answering the professor, passing assignments, what a teachers pet. And I thought I was a loser.. but no. Never mind that thought, he's already popular. Who randomly comes here and becomes one of the top 10 monsters in the university?? On the FIRST DAY, too. I'm not jealous.
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The Hated One ~MSM~
Fanfiction(THIS IS THE REMAKE) Air wubbox is in a college, introverted, definitely not outgoing. Some say he's a weirdo. some say he's an outcast. Oh, how he hated outgoing people. Too loud. Extroverted? Don't talk to me. Friendly? Fuck off. He had...
