It all started with baked orphans (egirlerobert x ! gender neutral reader)

Chapter 1: The simming toenail clippings 😰

'quick A/n' (Um.. Hi, I don't think I'm ready to write smut but when I am please critique me so I can make it better)
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{ Narrator's/my Point of view }

Y/n almost feels ecstatic, they finally got their baked orphan with semen on top! Oh today was the best! Nothing and nobody can ruin their perfect mood, or.. That's what they thought at least.

Y/n cutely runs back to their house with the baked orphans in a trash bag, they make it to their house and the kick the door open, they chuck the trash bag onto the couch.

Y/n slams the door behind them and doesn't lock it because it's only 1:32 pm, this is because they stayed up until 5:00 am.. They were busy being graped by ai- AHEM, anyways!

Y/n walk upstairs to their bedroom and sits down on their bed, they grab their foot and a toenail clipper suddenly appears in their hands, they start aggressively clipping their toenails and crying when they accidentally cut the flesh under their nail.

After Y/n finishes clipping their toenails they scoop them up and walk over to the jar that sits on their dresser.. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE JAR'S GONE!!! NOW HOW WILL THEY SAVE THIER PRECIOUS TOENAIL CLIPPINGS?!

Y/n just stands there with a smile, tears streaming down their cheeks as they hold the toenail clippings in their hands, they blink and close their hands, the toenail clippings poking at their palm and fingers.

Y/n suddenly eats their toenail clippings and starts to choke slightly, they quickly run out of their bedroom and to the stairs, the middle the stairs and fall down a flight of stairs, but they couldn't give two shits less.

They quickly stand up and run into the kitchen, they slide over to the sink and quickly turn it on, they start chugging down the water until they don't feel the toenail clippings still lingering in their throat anymore.

Y/n sighs and collapses onto the floor like a fucking cartoon character and just lays their, wanting to get up but not doing it, because their brain is physically restricting them from getting up and off the damn floor.

[ Y/n's point of view ]

Damn, I really want to get off this floor but I can't, I want to get up and go back upstairs and get into my bedroom, plop on my bed.. Jam out to music, use my shitty ass singing voice, have my voice crack, scold myself.. That sounds nice.

But I need to get off this floor, but I PHYSICALLY CAN'T, I hate when this happens! Oh well, I guess I can just spin around on the floor.

{ My/narrator's Point of view }

And that's exactly what Y/n did, they just laid there, spinning for what seemed like hours and it seemed like the hours turned into days.. Even though they've been spinning for only 2 minutes.

Y/n is finally able to get their ass off the dirty floor and they instantly sprint up to their bedroom, they slide into their bedroom and slip, the hit thier head on the hardwood floor and become concussed.

Y/n just lays on the floor AGAIN and they just blink the entire time, they continue to lay there.. And lay there.. And lay there.. OKAY THIS IS GETTING BORING.

Y/n GETS THAT CONCUSSED ASS UP and they calmly walk over to their bed, they get into their bed and put their headphones on, They start blasting whatever playlist they have/music they listen to and just sit there.

Y/n is zoning out so much that they don't notice someone watching them through their window, oh well! That's their problem not ours.
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Okay.. So originally this chapter was going to be shorter but I realized that it was shorter than the last chapter and I WOULD NOT ALLOW THAT, this is because I made a resolution that every new chapter I make It will me longer than the last.. So yay.

'NOW I AM NOT SIGNING OFF BUT INSTEAD I AM GOING TO GET TO WORK ON THE 3RD CHAPTER, bye :3'

📖𝒲ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒸𝓀~📖

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