Ms Wrong

Chapter 2: Why The Dam Filler

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Chapter 2: Why The Dam Filler

Engage third person mode?
Mode engaged.

White puffs of cold air lurked around the hooded man, the suspicious presence going unnoticed by the festive crowd below him. He sat atop the giant twinkling chandelier, swinging his legs around while gazing intently at the ridiculous family that was in dire need of a medical prescription.

The camera finally teleported away from Haneul's ditzy brain to his side, lens adjusting to capture the moment of everyone erupting in cheers, spinning wildly around the puddles of lava and getting ready to exchange parents- okay, the parody author mistook 'presents' for 'parents', but this made it so much better- before ending the night, although it was technically still the day.

Tch, such mindless brats these days, the pitiful stranger thought to himself while lamenting at the fact that he was in charge of supervising such a boring storyline.

In the corner of Haneul's eyes, she was almost convinced that she saw a dark shadow sitting atop their expensive chandelier.  

That reminds me, I'd have to get back to her soon... his thoughts were interrupted by a very rude and blatant stare.

Freezing, he looked back at her in astonishment that she was actually observant enough or strong enough to break down the Fourth Wall.

She walked closer by a couple more steps.

Damn it, he'll need to contact the Authorities about strengthening this certain stretch- not the point right now, <censored name 'cause there's a need for suspense>!

"Hey, Eomma!"

Shitshitshitshit-

"When was the last time the maid cleaned the chandelier?"

... Seriously?!

He sighed in exasperation and relief while Haneul went off, complaining about how the hanging decoration was starting to collect dust. Snapping his gloved fingers, he was gone in an instant, off to complain about the lack of substance in the story's characters.

The camera bug immediately glitched back to Haneul's point of view-

Oh. My. God.

That was such a long introduction to this chapter. Back to the fabulous me! Right now, I am going to show you just how much money you truly need to live a life of fulfillment by listing off presents I doubt you are interested in!

I mechanically gave these presents to everyone that assembled in a long line, like Santa Claus giving gifts although the author has an urge to give myself a cursed piece of coal.

Heck, the author was so disinterested, he or she is tempted to just do them in point form and give snarky remarks. In fact, yes, let's do just that.

The Older Sibling and his Girlfriend: Couple bracelets or amulets I simply cannot decide on, and pairs of shoes that for some reason, they consider that thoughtful and sweet! Well, of course it was thoughtful; everyone should start thinking in our main character's shoes after all.

The Parents: Atrocious gender discrimination by giving women an old tea set while men get a new coffee machine, and they scream at the terrible sight.

The 'Besties': Specially signed Victoria Secret clothing and a Starbucks gift card... do I really need to comment on the symbolic 'basic female dog' needs? Oh wait, I forgot, my besties were bitches!

Cousin and the Eleven Bros: Expensive new stuff that had been bothered to be lengthened into one fat chunk of a paragraph.

"That's a lot so thank you!" Their gratefulness resounded within the single sentence although I truly wonder if this was an indication that quantity is worth more than quality.