The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

*silly story*

so, years ago, when i was originally writing this story, i had written a draft of the next chapter, only to have it disappear when i checked another tab. i totally flipped out and wrote the silly story below as a product of my frustration. i'm not going to edit it, because it's not actually part of the story proper, but i just don't have the heart to do away with it entirely. ;O) you can totally skip it if desired.

*anathema's POV*

gone. my so-incredibly-brilliant narrative! my dick-cooties jokes that would have made 2-3 people laugh! disappeared! i felt the rage boil, and began to type...

*Gwyn's POV*

I sat on the couch, waiting for Andy, when I felt my rage at the injustice in the world course through my veins out of nowhere. It pulsed through my eyeballs, throbbing in my feet and temples, and then there was horrible pain. I howled, screaming, wanting to destroy the people who hurt their animals, who didn't care for them properly, the people who discriminated against me in veterinary school and high school because of my appearance, the bigoted peoples of America or anywhere else, anyone, anywhere who did any of the things I couldn't stand, but most of all, whoever was responsible for causing the Black Veil Brides' fanfiction website to malfunction! Some small part of me, whatever was left of my humanity, said, 'What the fuck? Fanfiction?' But I lowered my head and bellowed like the rancor from Star Wars, banishing any dissent. I had to destroy!​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Just then, Andy came running from the bathroom, toothpaste in his mouth, toothbrush in hand. "Gwyn, are you- FUCK!" The look on his face when he dropped my toothbrush​​​​, a mix of terror, surprise, and something else, gave me pause.

​​​​I realized I was hunched over, like some kind of predatory beast. I must have grown some 3 feet. I looked down at my hands- they were massive, with ropey veins, thick, yellowed claws, and rough, leathery skin. "Andy..." I said, my voice was lower than his, and I sounded like an ogre in a fantasy movie or video game. He looked sad, but determined. I couldn't even imagine what the rest of me looked like, he couldn't see me like this. The thought filled me with fresh rage, and I turned to the door.

"Wait, Gwyn, I can help!" Andy yelled after me as I body-slammed the ​​​​doorframe and made myself an exit. I had to get away from him and destroy my enemies! I could never have a happy life like this, so I would use my new form to exact the vengeance I had always wanted! I roared as I ran down the parking lot, down the little path, and into the small woods by my apartment complex.

*Andy's POV*

​​The Creators had interfered again!​​​​​​ Why they did such bizarre things to people I cared for, I'll never know. What I do know, is that I've had enough experience with this kind of shit to rectify the situation. It's a little unfortunate to be in such a fucking time crunch to do it in. Fucking piss!

I called Jinxx.

J: Hello?
A: Hey man, I really need help, and fast.
J: Uh, ok...
A: Gwyn just turned into a level 3 and ran out the door of her apartment.
J: Fuck!
A: Yeah.
J: You wanna keep track of her?
A: Yep.
J: ​​​​​​​​​​Ok, give me a few minutes... I'll text you with any instructions.
A:​​ Thanks man.
J: No prob.

A few minutes later, I got a text telling me I should take my shirt off, put some sugar under my tongue (luckily​​​​​​ I was able to find some in Gwyn's house, though it was old and practically a solid block, yuck!), tie three of my hairs in a knot and place them at the door frame horizontally, and wait 30 seconds before starting to look for her. Um, ok... The second I crossed the doorframe, ​​​​I knew exactly where Gwyn was, and the fastest way to go to get to her. Fucking Jinxx, man, he is the shit!