Bmc oneshots, writing prompts, & headcanons

End of the f****ing world

Whos ready for a
I-wanted-to-write-but-had-no-ideas-so-im-just-stealing-the-plot-of-a-show-oneshot!
Cause for some fucking reason ppl like thoughs

Or should i say f****ing

Anyways this show is fucking amaZING, like i havnt been this into a show in a long time, but season two isnt even conformed yet :,)))
Anyways i strongly recommend watching it

Totally forgot to mention but yeah this show deals with serious issues

Lets get started

And like always, not exact same dialog just similar as i can get

Stuff in this is a pass memory btw
If its not clear enough

    Jeremy.

My name is Jeremy Heere.
Im a psychopath.
I dont know if ive always been one, but I am sure i want to kill something,
Bigger.
It started when I was younger, i found my neighbors cat in the woods,

My hunting knife slid smoothly into the cats back, i ignored its hisses and stared at the streams of blood going down
I really smiled for the first in awhile.

I always hated that cat.
I couldnt stop, it was the only time i felt real emotions.
Joy.
Its not like I dont have a normal life, i cant explain why im like this, i just em.

Me and my dad sat at a dining table
"Hey son, granpa got new pants, wanna know how they fit?"
"No."
"Like a cheap castle" he said "theres no ballroom!"

Ive always wanted to punch my father.
Anyways, I wanted a bigger target.
Hopefully ill find one next class, right now im sitting at my lunch table with headphones in, were most people wouldnt talk to me.

"Hey ass, im sitting with you now"
a talish dude with a red army jacket with patches, plan white t shit, and dark blue jeans said.
Guess he'll work.
Im going to kill micheal mell.

Micheal

Im micheal mell, people tell me im to impulsive, or in polite, or whatever,
I dont get why.

"Hey ma can you pass the fucking salt?"
"Honey..."
"Hurry the fuck up what does it take to pick up the fucking shit and toss it over here"

Im very polite.

I hate this small town I live in, its small simple minded people.
Especially my 'friends'.
"Chloe, did you really just fucking text me?"
"... Yeah?" Chloe responded
"Were sitting less then fucking five feet apart and you couldnt fucking say it? Are you shitting me?"
" Chill out"
Another girl at the table, jenna - also on her phone said
"This world is going to hell." I said, standing up, snapping my phone in half, and leaving.
Yes i know, some might say i went alittle overboard, but honestly, i dont regret a thing.
Not yet at least.
I looked around the room, everyone was on there phone, except one guy,
A awkward looking dude listening to music on a old fashion Walkman.
I decided to sit with him.
"Hey ass, im sitting with you now"
He took his headphones off and look at me,
"Uh.. Cool."
I dont know why, but I felt i could completely and wholy trust Jeremy heere.

Part 1 done! If i get at least 10 views ill do part 2