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Good job, pet (Info-chan x reader)

Might make a part two of this because honestly I have so many ideas for how I can continue this story and make it actually really good? Idk tell me in the comments if you want more of this I guess

Info-chan x reader

You always avoided going to clubs at school, just because of the fact that you hate interacting with people, being nice to people, being near people... Honestly you just hate people. So when the school made it a rule that you have to be part of at least one club to graduate you were upset at the least. You looked over the list of clubs and none of them appealed to you. You hated gardening, photography was boring, and you would burn down the school by accident if you joined the cooking club. Eventually you found a club that caught your interest. Journalism club. You had never been interested in writing articles but your attention seemed to go back to that club whenever you tried to read further down the list. You saw that in the actual area where you write your name to sign up, there was a few scratched off names or erased names. You thought that was odd but you didn't pay it much mind and wrote your own full name and contact information in the proper boxes. 

At school the next day you received a text from a blocked ID asking you why you wanted to join the journalism club. You thought for a second. Why did you want to join the journalism club? You were just drawn to it like some sort of call from fate. You thought that would sound stupid though so you replied saying "Needed to join a club to graduate. Journalism had the lest people and would probably be the easiest one to do." You sent back. The number didn't reply for another hour until you received a text from the blocked ID again, this time telling you a room number, which you assumed was the club room. Does that mean you're in? 

After class ended you walked around the hallways looking for the room sent to you in the text and found a room with the windows covered by curtains and you knocked on the door after having a trouble finding the room number. You saw someone peek out and caught your gaze. They quickly backed away, then opened the door, letting you in. You looked around the dark room. The only thing in the room was a large computer that illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. You turned to look at the figure who was staring at you. 

"Hello. I'm ________, this is the journalism club, correct?" You asked and held your hand out to shake hands, which the figure didn't return. You observed the curves of the shaded figure, she was mad thicc. She let out a fusion between a scoff and a laugh as she slammed the door behind you and locked it, then walked back over to the computer and sat down, typing at the speed of light. You slowly and cautiously walked over to her, observing the computer screen as you did so. On the screen was profiles of every student at the school and many adults from the town as well. There was a lot of personal information and secrets that people would desperately try to hide. You looked down at the girl and got and actual look at her in the computer light. She had the cutest little glasses and an 80s lesbian kind of hair cut. She suddenly stopped typing and looked up at you.

"You have to know that I'm trusting you a lot by letting you into my little club. See, everyone else who tried to join got blackmailed by an anonymous texter. But I've been keeping tabs on you for quite some time and I find you quite interesting." She said with a smirk and she got up from her chair and was practically pressed up against you. You ignored how creepy she was and how she just admitted to stalking you as the entire situation was extremely hot. She walked you back into the wall, cornering you. She put her arms up next to your head, keeping you from getting away. You bit your lip in anticipation but she suddenly backed away from you, handing you a cell phone. You stared at her, not knowing what you were supposed to do with it. 

"Don't worry that my second phone, not my normal one. I want you to go around taking pictures of people that I can use for blackmail. If you decide not to do it, well let's just say I have more than a few pictures that can be used against you." She smiled sweetly at you and laughed a bit with her words as she walked back over to the computer and sat down again, starting to type things up again. You walked out of the room and went around to go find people to take pictures of. 

You decided to report back to her the day after. You had gotten a fair amount of pictures and thought that she would be pleased with them. You had no idea why you were willing to do things for her and why you didn't find her scary. It had nothing to do with her blackmailing and threatening you. You just found her comforting to be around and she made your heart beat with adrenaline, excitement, and something else you could quite explain. You made your way back to the club room with the phone, knocking on the door and waiting for her to open it for you. Once she did you handed her the phone and she closed the door behind you, starting to look through the phone at the photos, letting out small laughs at some of them. She looked up from the phone and smiled at you, bending down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "Good job, pet."