(I DO NOT AGREE NOR SUPPORT CAPTAINHOWDIE'S ACTIONS. THIS IS MERELY OUT OF BOREDOM.)
"ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ."
You have fallen victim to the Enigma Of One-Sided Friendships and his troubl...
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Today was a big day for your best (NOT!) friend Randal. It was one day every year where every kid is always hyped to experience the thrill of it.
Birthday Parties.
Randal loved his birthday, what kid wouldn't? He saw it as a special day where you are acknowledging the fact that you are slowly rotting away from what we call Earth. That's another way to put it... but Randal wasn't only excited that it's his day of celebration. He was excited that he has a friend at his party—more specifically you at his party.
It's been awhile since you've been to a birthday party but does that mean you'd like to be involved in one? No way. Especially one like Randal's. But when have you ever wanted to involved with the freak anyway if it wasn't for your entertainment? Not like there wasn't anything you could've done. You have Randal catering to you!
Don't celebrate your birthday.
Then, there won't be anymore of that. He'd toss all those decorations down the drain for you. But you didn't feel like forcing him to cut off the birthday; it was his special day after all. Even if you did that'll be okay in Randal's manipulated mind. He doesn't need his makeshift of a family to acknowledge or celebrate his rotting, he has you. And nobody can replace you. Not a damn thing on this planet can. Oh, these aren't your words—they're his.
"Y/n, don't be so mean... it's my birthday today..." Randal whined out.
"So? You think that just because it's your birthday automatically means that I have to put up an act for you? I already have to put up an act for that weird brother of yours!" You shamed him, giving his hair a harsh tug. God, why did you agree to help Luther with getting Randal decent for his birthday party so that he'd have enough time to run out and get him a gift? It makes no sense! Randal is old enough to take care of himself, he just refuses to do so! Who does he think he is? As if he's a somebody—he isn't anybody in fact.
"Oww, that hurts! You're not even brushing it, you're just being mean!"
"I can show you what mean really is. Shut up, your voice is making my ears bleed." You reached for the hair brush and began to roughly brush out the tangles in his hair, earning a few grunts and groans to leave his throat.
Ow! Y/n be careful with that!'' Randal whined with a yank of his head forward in attempt to escape the hairbrush, hands shielding the top of it. You let out a growl of frustration before harshly yanking him right back to you.
