Rien was idly flipping from chatroom to chatroom. Bored by all the people taking advantage of their cyber freedom to do illicit activities to each other via a private messaging system withing the site. She was never fond of it. She felt like a PM system gave people a chance to talk horridly about her in the same space without her knowing. It was anxiety inducing but she would deal with it as she went. She was using her online alias, Fuma, in each room. The white and colored text bright against the black backdrop and that's when she got her own PM.
From DarkStormySun:
I've started a new Chatroom to get away from these losers and haters. It's bar themed too so you can even have an occupation too. Just show up alrighty?
Rien sighed as she read through the message boredly. It "seemed" interesting and what was that harm of joining another room?
From Fuma:
Kay I'm game. Can't be any worse than this place. Send me the link Darky.
Rien sent back with a small smile. She liked to poke fun at these edgy-like user names. They were just so silly. Almost immediately her phone pinged from the new PM and she glanced. It was from Darky with a link attached. Rien moved her thumb across the screen and pressed it against the purple link. It took her to a room called "Forgotten Memories Bar and Strip House." Rien sighed at the name as she typed in her simple Fuma and entered the room. It was already so busy and as she figured out from the name, a couple of people role played as entertainment of the female persuasion. The Burnett's eyes rolled as she typed in a simple "Hi." The chat eagerly greeted her.
DarkStormySun: Hey Fuma!! You actually Came!
TheMasterDasten: Greetings Fuma. I'm sure you read the Chat room rules.
Fuma: Just don't hate on others right?
TheMasterDasten: Yeah. Just be nice and don't Kink-shame okay?
The girl rolled her eyes at that. She couldn't give two fucks about what and how people got off.
Fuma: Yes because I surely have nothing better to do with my valuable free time.
Alina: Hewwo Fuma!! I is Awina!!
Rien cringed from this Alina's horrid typing and seeing the picture she attached with her message it was clear she was some hardcore furry. Not that Rien had a problem with Furries. One of her good friends was actually a furry so it didn't both her but she remembers him warning her about people like Alina. Rien let the conversations Continue around her. Only offering her feedback when absolutely necessary. She was bored again and was thinking of leaving when someone new wandered on into the chatroom. It was clear the others knew them as they "swarmed" for their attention. Their username simply read "Raven" and well, Rien's interest was peaked because of the mass amount of attention the person was getting. It was like they were a celebrity or something. Rien waited until he wasn't as swarmed before introducing herself to them.
Fuma: Hey there. I'm Fuma.
Raven: Hello there! Pretty name you got! I'm Raven!
DarkStormySun: Becareful Fuma. Raven there is a HUUUUUUUUGGGGGGEEEEEE manwhore of the greatest kinds.
Rien blinked at her screen before stifling a laugh behind her hand. Darky just called this person she had never met before a Man Whore.
Raven: Damn! SUN!! STAHP RUINING MY PLANS TO SNAG THE CUTE NEWBIES!!
Oh Lord now he wasn't even denying it. Rien held back another laugh. Not wanting to wake her younger, angsty pre-teen sister. The late hours of the night were her only break from the brat and she was going to relish in the quiet air. Fuma returned her attention to the chat to see it filled with questions of her state of living, I.e. if she was still with the living or otherwise. She quickly typed that she was fine. Just that she was trying to to laugh her sister awake. A fond smile playing on the corners of her mouth. That's when her phone pinged. There on the screen was a PM from Raven.
From Raven:
Soooooooo wanna have a little bit of fun?
From Fuma:
What kind of fu
From Raven:
Any kind. I've been told I'm quite good at getting the ladies hot and bothered. I also have puns and jokes and flirts.
From Fuma:
Oh? Puns? What's your best one?
From Raven:
What do you call an emotional bouncy ball?
From Fuma:
I don't know. What?
From Raven:
An Ebong!!!
From Fuma:
Omfg that is fucking horrible. Why is that funny?!
From Raven:
Because I have an AMAZING personality!! And I'm sexy! Being sexy helps woe teh ladies!
From Fuma:
Oh I am soooooooo woed.
From Raven:
Give it time. You'll find me undeniable by the end of the month.
Rien held in her laughter expertly well as she continued her conversation with Raven. He was cool and funny. It wasn't a wonder why he was so popular anymore the more they chatted. It was nice to just talk with someone. Rien checked her phone for the time to see it already hit three in the morning. With a groan she typed out a good night to Raven and got something sweet in return.
From Raven:
Alrighty cutie! You go get your rest!! Let's talk tomorrow alright? I'll miss your cuteness!!
Rien smiled and closed out the chat before slipping under the blankets. She sighed happily from the warmth they provided. She could sleep in tomorrow. It was Saturday anyway so nobody would actually mind her being in bed until sometime in the afternoon/evening. As her eyes closed she thought back to her new found friend named Raven on the chat. She was happy as she fell into a dreamless slumber.
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Just Rip the band-aid Off
General FictionA Story told at random times of a 19-year-old Girl's life as she lives with her two siblings, her Mother, and trucking Father while coping her emotionally stunted mind around the fact that she was Engaged.
