I decided to take a look around to judge people who are in the literal exact same stage in life that I'm in for superficial reasons.
Slenderman was the buss driver who was driving along despite not even having eyeballs and probably just guessing where the bus was headed,
he was the adoptive father of Jeff and Jane I think not that I care waaah waah feel bad edgy edgy cry boohooo.
Jane the killer and her weird badly painted dinosour mask filming a tiktok video.
Laughing Jack was being a cardboard glue demon making yo momma jokes at Sonic.exe who was too ugly to talk about anymore.
A goth dude with anime hair was singing edgy Slipknot songs to himself.
Chuck E Cheese the beast version of our mascot and Vallery Vallery Hudson were laughing like little girls about some "Michaelleroi" channel who made fun of me. My unquenchible ego was not pleased by such mockery.
Christine Western Chandler was there because she doesn't know anything so went back to school to take Sonic lessons.
I looked over at Jeff who looked bored and just wanted to play his emo music probably. I got this weird feeling when I looked at Jeff again,
it was a weird feeling that was weird and made me think that it was very weird. I dissmissed it as a weird gaysexual feeling and happened to glance over at
Abigale, the new girl who had hair blacks and was a rabbit furry with tentacles. I weirdly got the weird feeling again when looking at her weird self.
She was a hot furry and I'm a furry frick so yeah. My Alpha male butterfly fursona can DEFINITELY be her overpower
I couldn't wait to ask her out during lunch!
I Nautro ran with Jeff the killer bisexually into class.
I sat in the back to avoid giving too much attention to myself
since most of everyone here is actually strong and has the amount braincells over the current room tempature unlike me. Mr.Chris Handson
walked in after a couple minutes and rolled his eyes when he saw me in class today, as usual. He sat down in his chair looking
especially dissapointed in humanity today. We had to do boring stuff but the good part comes in when I got to sit next to Abigale.
I'm totally not creepy. I had to take some lame test about which gender pronouns to use for a NonQuaternary homosapian.
I got it wrong because how you creepin' pasta get the answer anyway? I don't know honestly. I won't give you a coherent answer, don't ask.
I'm stupid and picked Ney/Nem/Neirs instead of Zei/Zit/Zits. Jeff rolled his eyes at my stupididy. I got a note passed to me from
someone named "Isiah Salvidar". It read, "Hey, you wanna bash innocent atheists with our totally scientifically true pseudoscience Christian propaganda?"
I said "How about nooo." and licked it up and ate it because I'm a paper eater? He looked pissed at me and looked away from my general direction in anger.
He thought he was smart despite having a nancy pepolsi name. I stared at Abigale like a weirdo and thought about writting her a note myself with my great hands.
I wrote this absolute masterpeice of literature on the note with my elephant vegan hands. I hid it away in my butterfly wing and waited until lunch patiently.
When lunch came hours later, I sat down across from her and waited until the she used the bathroom and I don't even know what I was even thinking.
Quickly, I dropped the paper into her sandwhich and sat back down. Jeff looked at me and laughed hysterical. I heard Jane yell over, "What's so funny, fish boy?"
He had to stop himself from falling off the table, to a point where his laughter felt forced as to mock me. He managed to spit some words out
in random incoherent sentances broken apart, something like this. "HAHAHAHA... GREG- YOU REALLY- THINK YOU CAN... YOU CAN GET WITH SOMEONEs' LIKE HER?"
I looked confused and asked what on earth he was talking about. Whiping imaginary tears from his eyes, he said in a much more ledgable way,
"Abigale is the newest, and the hotest, and you're a butterfly freakazoid thinking you can just get with whoever you want? What are you on- what are you thinking gay?"
Sighing I said, "No, Jeff. I'm thinking STRAIGHT for once. She's worth a shot." Clockwork overheard us and rolled her eyes, mumbling something along
the lines of "Uuugh, teenage boys..." Jane thought that was so amazing that ClockWork said that, that she backflipped off the entire table and definitely
broke something. Trust me, we all heard the definitive cracking noise of whatever the hell she broke. I went off to use the bathroom for a reason that is unknown
to mandkind how my thing even works after so many ballkicks.
