Two-Faced Lover

Chapter 4: Doctor Quackster

Account set up. Back up on iFunny just to make sure... I tried on a wig and stared at myself in the mirror. Holy shit, I'm hot as a ginger. I put on brown eye contacts and dabbed on make-up to make myself look a bit tanner. If I tanned myself for real, he would find me out. "Introducing: Doctor Quackster!" I exclaimed and hugged DQ in the mirror. This is the best use for a disguise ever!

Thing is: I can't look like I do now. I didn't want to say this, but I have to go shopping. DUN DUN DUNN! I have to face the horrors of shopping. Without money. Or people to lend me it because I don't have any more friends and family will suspect something is wrong.

So this was the time I first robbed a store. As Doctor Quackster.

I made sure my whole body was covered as I silently shot paint at the 100-year-old cameras and I waited. Then, I broke in and started stealing the clothes needed. Yeah, this is retarded. I ran out before anyone could see me. I got home quickly and shut the door. For me. home is my small bedroom. I noticed a package on top of my bed. I tore it open and squealed at what I saw: Black Butler, Soul Eater, and Fairy Tail mangas. Every single book. In one package. I took the books out and organized them by series and number. Choosing which one to read first was hard work. I picked up the first book of Black Butler and started reading.

Now, people think I'm weird for picking up books that were written "backwards", what they don't realize is that in Japan, people read "backwards" and you can't blame the Japanese for that. I looked at Sebastian on one of the pages as I read. On the page where he almost struck a shop employee with a walking stick, I couldn't help it. "SQUEEEE!!!!" Hard to resist when it's Sebby. When I finished it, I closed it and put it in an empty section in my bookshelf. I folded the DQ clothes. Problem: Where am I going to put them? My closet is a living hell and my mom would find these easily and know that something's up.

Of course, the box! I packed the clothes into the box and slid the box under my bed. Maybe when I'm done with these, I'll donate them to a charity. I need to be an angel to those poor people! Maybe I'll toss them a pizza or two, but not my books! Never the books! I grabbed them and filled out the rest of the empty space.

What is it with so much space you ask? My brother was a space hog when he slept in my room, so then when he got his own room, he took all his shit with him.

I was tired from running and plopped down on my bed. It wasn't long until I fell asleep...

I woke up and decided that I should tell Adam-TITAN!!! IT'S TITAN! that I like him. As I last minute jumped into the bus, I sat alone at my usual spot. I stared out the window thinking about how I should confess. When we got to the school, I threw my pack over my shoulder and dashed out the bus. I saw Titan walking a few meters away. I ran after him and covered his eyes.

If you value your life, do me a favor: NEVER EVER IN THE VERY EXISTENSE OF EVER cover his eyes without letting him know that it's you.

My hands slid on his eyes (It took some effort to tippy toe to reach his height) as he quickly turned and kicked me in the stomach. I got pushed to the floor. "I-it's me! It's just me!"

Titan's flaring eyes widened. "Are you okay?!"

"Sure, everyone can't possibly hurt by a mini giant-ow!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up.

"Never do that again. Just don't." He spoke sternly to me. God, I swear, it was like one of those weird creepypasta love stories I read SOMETIMES on wattpad. Not always.

I nodded shakingly and he let go of my wrist. Now I see why his name is "Titan". I thought my hands were warm from blood, but there was no blood. I saw his monstrous hands still there. "Uh, sorry. See you in class." He turned to walk away.

"Wait."

He turned. "What is it?"

"Make sure to follow DoctorQuackster on Instagram... She likes you... A lot." I muttered.

His eyes widened. "What?! But who the hell is she?!"

"Can't tell you. Sworn to secrecy. I shouldn't even have told you that she likes you."

"Can you at least tell me what she looks like?"

"Nope." I started walking away and looked back with a chuckle. That always catches 'em.

Thus, rises the legend of Doctor Quackster.