GOOGLE TRANSLATE

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Okay, so today I was looking at the demographics of my Nico x Reader on my side account xReaderWriter (haha shameless advertising) and I was wondering: if so many people from different countries read my books, how do they read it in their own language?

Translation, I thought. 

And then I decided to do an experiment.

I took the first chapter of my Nico x Reader and put it into Google Translate and translated it to Spanish, then back to English. Nothing unusual so far, right?

Well, then I translated it from the Spanish to Hindu, from Hindu to Greek, from Greek to French,  and finally from French to English.

This is what I got:


You always have a way back from high school, he was one day. You and your father lived on a farm in upstate New York, to get home from the bus stop took about ten minutes. In ten minutes you are?

Particular. It's too much.

A large black dog began to follow when it all started. Do bother you, but you just have to write ADD and focused on music. Chris told his friend to stop the use of technology has always had, but when asked why he could never get a response. Chris was in order, the first year, to be exact. He did it out of the gym this year, with bike blue eyes soft alleged incidents and dirt crutches and golden sandy hair was gone, and I liked the sushi.

Chris was only friend, and were friends as well as your own, so it was very protective. Add dyslexia and other children, the one who kills will kick ass "Chris has made a mockery of lameness when" tense "and" stupid "to shout you names like that mocked.

Anyway, the dog. He said he would just up the hill could see his house, he said. It made me want to run away from everything but the rational part of the brain, instinct told him to calm down.

Suddenly, the dog ran five times already, their size increased.

Chasing the dog in your life you ran harder than. Could focus all of you, began to develop a plan in mind. He was killed while holding a stick with a sharp point. Suddenly he stopped and turned. You said pointed end of the dog's eyes, and dog poop led the rest of the way. With its nauseating, industry itself is made into the eye.

"_______" Lo! . "It would be one more than what He said it was, but ... Chris ;. Chris surprised by the view has changed Shout course, but his legs looked like baggy jeans usually covers goat legs is in the middle with money. buttercups is a charm in the shape of an owl, wearing something that looked like a bracelet instinct. You press the button.

Owl and sparkling eight inches tall, are made of a transparent material, a small knife with a blade that fits the foot when he was surprised. Will recover quickly, which was transformed into a dog. She ran up to him and stabbed him in the eye. The dog collapsed in gold dust, and was blown away by the wind. If you do not notice, but I am particularly adrenaline went with the dog.

"What was that?" Once you have your breath, cried.

"A vampire, but that did not matter right now. First, they must turn you home," Chris grabbing his wrist and pulling him into his house, he said.

I'M DYINGGGGG

THIS IS SO DIFFERENT FROM THE ORIGINAL, THERE ARE JUST RANDOM BITS AND ITS JUST

THEY CHANGED HELLHOUND TO VAMPIRE OMFG

JUST. JUST READ THE ORIGINAL HERE.


You were on your way home from high school one day, like always. You and your dad lived in a rural house in upstate New York, so it took you about ten minutes to walk home from the bus stop. What could happen in ten minutes?

A. Freaking. Lot.

It all started when a large, black dog started following you. It made you nervous, but you just wrote it off as your ADD and concentrated on your music. Your friend Chris was always telling you to stop using technology, but when you asked him why, he could never come up with an answer. Chris was in your grade, freshman year to be exact. He walked with a limp and crutches, supposedly from a dirt bike incident earlier that year that got him out of gym, had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and loved sushi.

Chris was your only friend, and you were his only friend as well, so you were extremely protective of him. Even though the other kids made fun of you for having dyslexia and ADD, calling you names like "Twitchy" and "stupid", when someone made fun of Chris' limp they were going to have a butt-kicking from you.

Anyway, the dog. It followed you until you could see your house just above the hill you were walking on. Something made you want to run away from it, but the rational part of your brain told your instincts to calm down.

So when the dog suddenly grew five times its size, you were already running.

You ran harder than you ever had in your life with the dog chasing you. You began to formulate a plan in your mind, the only thing you could concentrate on. You grabbed a stick with a pointed tip while you ran. Suddenly, you stopped and turned around. You aimed the pointed tip for the dog's eye, and the dog's momentum carried it the rest of the way. With a sickening sound, the branch drove itself into its eye.

"_______!" TAKE THIS!" you heard someone shout. You turned around, taken aback by the sight of...Chris? Except it wasn't Chris. It was the top half of him, but his usually baggy jeans-clad legs looked like the legs of a goat. He was carrying what looked like a bracelet with a charm shaped like an owl, made of gold with a silver button in the middle. On instinct, you pressed the button.

You were shocked when the owl became a small, foot-long dagger with a blade that was eight inches long and made of a sparkling, transparent material. You turned back to the dog, which was recovering quickly. You ran up to it and stabbed it in the eye. The dog disintegrated into golden dust, and was blown away by the wind. You didn't realize it, but you were buzzed with adrenaline that went away with the dog.

"What WAS that?!" you yelled after you caught your breath.

"A hellhound, but it isn't important right now. First, we need to get you home," Chris said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him towards your house.

HAHA FUCK ME SIDEWAYS THIS IS HILARIOUS TO MEEEE


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