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I woke up the next morning with eleven Snapchat notifications about messages from Aaaaasffgd. They were all a collection of arrow emojis, almost pressed at random.
A message to the account, however, went totally unanswered.
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I kept getting periodic messages from the account, but I slowly stopped taking screenshots or, in general, caring at all. Someone was definitely getting off by screwing with me, but it wasn’t even interesting.
I had posted screenshots from the first few messages in my friends’ group chat, but everyone denied having anything to do with it (of course).
It wasn’t until a few months later that the account got my attention again. I was staying up really late to write a history essay I had procrastinated on when I received another snapchat. This time, however, I got a coherent word.
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Looking for another reason to procrastinate on my schoolwork, or just out of sheer curiosity, I started to reply again. And this is when things started to get weird.
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At this point, the account was getting really fucking annoying. I decided to block it, and go back to focusing on my essay.
I was writing this really long term paper about Jean-Jacques Rousseau and about how his early works suggested that mankind was happier before the advent of industrialization and technology. It seemed oddly appropriate as I closed the door on my interactions with this fucking troll for good.
