My name is Harry Ron Granger, and this is my life story.
I was born in 2020 to Spirt Wolf, my trans-bi non-binary wolf-kin mother, and my unnamed, trans-jewish (ethnicity, not religiously) demi-boy lesbian father.
When I was 3, my mother contracted cancer as a result of being a long time, devoted member of the FNAF fandom, and nearly died. During this time, I was very distraught and seeked comfort from my father. Despite this, he was unable to provide such comforts, as he was too busy making mine craft videos for his YouTube let's play channel. "What's up gammers and welcome to my MINECRAFT VIDEO!!!!!" Was all I heard from him for almost 4 years.
Though my mother recovered, and my fathers channel was destroyed amongst a furry scandal, I never had a good relationship with either of them. When I was 15, I quit school and joined what was left of the Undertale fandom as a way to spite my parents. I very nearly contracted cancer myself after looking at skeleton rule 34, but luckily survived and quit the cult-like fandom in order to persu an actual life.
In a fit of inspiration, I traveled to the big city in order to live a luxurious and adventurous city life. I expected it to be like one of those modern adventure animes I was forced to watch as a kid, but when I arrived I was assaulted and pissed on by a homeless man, and I did not revive and anime girl powers.
Afraid to return home, I decided to go back to school. I made up my mind that I wanted to attend the Harry Potters, so I set out to gather my supplies. I used some curtains as a robe and a stick I found out back as a wand, and set out get me an owl. I found one out in the woods, and after 14 hours of yelling, casein', and sustains multiple injuries, I final managed to grasp it by the foot and drag it into a small cage.
A used the last of my money to book a flight to England, and made my way to the train station. I loaded up my robe, wand, and still feral owl into a shopping cart I stole from a homeless woman. I ran head first into the wall leading to platform 9 and 3/4 and...
Needless to say, did not make it to the Harry Potters...
I fell into a fit of depression, and finally decided that I'd be best to just join the military as my last resort. I figured that once I was shipped to one of the alien planets and met my group of multicolored and hilarious space marines, along with their sarcastic ghost AIs, I'd feel good about myself.
It was noting like like that, or even Halo.
I died within 2 minutes of beginners training.
And that's how I ended up on hell.
P.S. The funny and lovable boy with the hole in his stomach is no where to be found.
