Okay, I need to get something off my chest. OFFENSIVE RANT AHEAD.
I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SAY THAT THEY'RE STORIES AND WRITING ARE TERRIBLE.
Like, I know this author who litterally has books with reads that are 25,000/45,000/(2) Half a mil, AND ALL SHE FUCKING TALKS ABOUT IS HOW TERRIBLE HER WRITING AND STORIES ARE. It just makes me SO FUCKING MAD.
IF YOU'RE WRITING IS SO BAD, THEN WHY WOULD SOMEONE TAKE TIME OUT OF THEIR DAY TO READ YOUR BOOKS??? HMM????
SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOVE YOURSELF, GODDAMNIT.
I JUST HATE PEOPLE LIKE THAT.
Sure, insecurity can be adorable...
BUT IF IT HAS BEEN GOING ON.FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS, IT'LL START TO SOUND LIKE YOU'RE JUST DOING IT FOR ATTENTION. I'm on the verge of unfollowing her because she just annoys the shit out of me.
If you're going to post a message that talks about how terrible you're writing is, DON'T PRESS THE NOTIFY MY FOLLOWERS BUTTON
Once you press that, it sends me an email telling me what you say.
DON'T FUCKING SPAM ME WITH YOUR INSECURE BULLSHIT
I HAVE BETTER THINGS I NEED ATTEND TO
LIKE READING AND REPLYING TO IMPORTANT POSTS, COMMENTS, PRIVATE MESSAGES, EMAILS, KNOWING WHEN YANDEREDEV UPLOADS ANOTHER VIDEO, SHIT LIKE THAT
NOT YOU'RE NEED FOR ATTENTION
AAAAAAND rant done
I'm offending everybody, now, aren't I?
STOP BEING SO FUCKING INSECURE, GOD, FUCK FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK
...Sorry ._.
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Chapter 36: More Firecrackers, More Mischief, More Problems
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Brick's POV
We were in a lab, or house. House-lab? I don't know.
"So, tell us the last thing you remember," the blonde one questioned me. I shrugged.
"Waking in the middle of everyone yelling at each other," I answered.
"Did you, er, hear any voices or did anything weird at all happen to you?" He asked. I haves him a confuses look. Voices? Why would I hear voices?
"Uh, no, why?"
"Just..." he paused, as if thinking of what to say next, "wondering. It's no big deal," he completed.
I began to grow suspicious, "Is there something you're not telling me?"
The red haired girl, or Blossom, I think her name was, walked into the room. She looked a little uneasy, or awkward. She sat on a cushioned chair, just right next from where the blonde kid and I were sitting.
"What's your name, again?" I had completely forgot his name. Although, I don't think he ever told me.
"Bash," he replied. I nodded my head in understanding, "Breaker, come here!" He called out. As if on cue, a black haired, green eyed boy walked into the room and sat next to his brother.
"So, we know you lost your memory," he continued, "but...why? I doubt it was stress related. I don't think you could've fell that hard in love with Momoko to completely deny the truth of her secret identity as your worst enemy,"
"Wait, hold on, could you slow down-"
"I think Butch was right. It has to be Him's doing. But, why would he erase your memory?"
"He could want still want Brick as a pawn," Breaker added in.
"I'm not a pawn!"
"Well, was Brick the most confused during the reveal of your guys' identities? Boomer seemed alright and I think Butch was more angry than confused,"
"He might have been. Butch didn't seem all that mad when he and Buttercup got back from taking out Brute,"
"Uh, hey, can I ask a question?" I tried getting my voice out there, but Blossom and Bash seemed to deep in their conversation to acknowledge me.
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