Yes, sir

CHAPTER 3

"Ignorance is bliss, unless it's yours." - KS.H.

"Uvitenhet er lykke, med minder den er din" - KS.H.

Marcel's POV

"You want us to do what?" I gasped on the phone.

"I want us to text him! Like, you know, we create a fake profile and we text him." Clare calmly explained but I could sense her giddiness.

"I hope you're joking." She must be joking.

"Come on, please do it for me." She pleaded.

"No! Oh my god, Clare, you're being a Yandere! Seriously, stop!" What the fuck.

"Oh come on, don't be such a pussy. We'll just talk to him for a while, then we'll just delete the account after. I really need to know..." she tragically spat.

"What do you need to know?"

"Things about him..."

"That's a bad idea, why dont you just ask him?" I asked, i mean, she could obviously just ask.

"Fuck, are you gonna help me or not?" She angrily asked.

I contemplated the whole thing in my head. He spoke to her again after six months, he literally disappeared. It was sure that there was a problem with him, but being the dumbass she is, she probably think she fucked up or something. Should I do that? Fuck no. Is it a little psychotic? Definitely. Would a normal person do shit like that? Hell no. Are we normal people? No. Besides, I can't let my best friend have psycho fun without me.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." I huffed in annoyance, "Let's do it." We're so fucked up.

"Yay!" She exhaled. "Alright so, what do we want our Jane Doe to look like?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe from the US, so it would be hard to find us, from the tiny shithole country we are in." I sat on the bed.

"Alright! Hair color?" Clare was going crazy.

"I don't fucking know, are you like googling some people and choosing randomly?" I raised an eyebrow at myself

"What? No. I'm typing a hashtag on Instagram, duh." For fuck's sake. "I found one, check your WhatsApp."

"I can't talk on the phone and be on another app at the same time. My phone is old, man." I complained.

"Whatever, Marcel. Just text me, yeah." She stated before hanging up.

The girl she sent me was a blonde and even if I weren't a gay snobe, I wouldn't talk to her. She had dirty blonde hair, a cowboy hat and dirty slacks. I couldn't exactly see her face, but she was less than average.

Me: Now what?

Clare: Now I'm gonna borrow your e-mail.

Clare: Do you think he's ignoring me on purpose?

Me: Fuck off, just do the damn thing so I can go to bed.

I sent her my e-mail address and received a request to create a profile shortly after from the app she was using. I didn't want to have anything to do with all of this but it was fun to see it all, so I kept in touch.

After a while Clare sent me a text, and we had indeed concluded that this Kim dude was a fucking prick.

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A/N: As you might have noticed, each chapter is from a different POV. This is some kind of experimental writing so that we get an omniscient narrator without being impersonal, nevertheless, just know that the chapters are gonna be from different POVs. Have fun reading, smut is on it's way! ;)