Odd Future Imagines

Who Dat Boy? (Tyler)

(Again, this chapter will have some gorey, creepy shit. So if you don't like that, don't read. This is gonna be a deep meaning story so ye.)

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Tyler.

The sun beaming down onto my face, it being a sign that it was early as fuck. That's not the only thing that was on my face though.

"The fuck.." I said lowly to myself, as I poked the wound that was emerging from my skin.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do about this?!" I shouted to myself, I can't fucking run around looking a crusty ass Milk Dud.

"Tyler.." I heard a soft whisper in my head. Fuck, not this bitch.

"Go away bitch. I'm just gonna go get it checked out at the hospital down the street." I said, sliding on a pair of vans, and a GOLF snapback. My phone kept buzzing, seeing her name. My face instantly lights up, answering her back immediately. Her message was pretty basic, plain, and she also seemed uninterested. Maybe I wasn't her type, all of the bitches say that she likes dudes with colored eyes, smaller lips, small noses, and ears. Which I'd never be able to be what she wants, because my ass breaks all those rules.

"You want her to love you right?" The voice said once more into my head.

"Of course I do, she's all I want." I replied back, looking at myself in the mirror.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

"Damn son, you tryna break my fucking door?" Rocky said, as he swung the door open.

"I need your help." I said, standing there, as the wound had gotten bigger now, it now starting to bleed.

"With what, dawg? First of all, get cha ass inside. Theres kids staring at that shit on your face bro." Rocky said, pulling me inside.

"That shit on my face, is what I need help with." I said, locking the door behind him.

"The fuck you expect me to do?" Rocky said, looking even more confused.

"Wasn't your Dad a fucking surgeon or something, bitch? He gave you all his supplies, right?" I asked him, desperately.

"I mean, yeah. But that doesn't make me a certified surgeon." Rocky said, scratching his head.

"I don't care, I need you to do something for me." I said, pulling him closer to me by his shirt, whispering into his ear.

"Don't ask questions, just, do it." I said, looking at him as I chewed on my lip, waiting for a response. Rocky didn't say shit, he just took me downstairs to his basement.

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Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Holy fuck! What are you trying to be?!" She screeched to the top of her lungs. Her eyes widened at the sight, seeing him covered in blood. His nose bruised, and mangled at an attempt to make it smaller. Half of his ears were cleanly sliced off, in an attempt to make them smaller to her liking. His lips were slightly sown in, to make them smaller. Bruised, mangled, and torn down is what he was.

"I'm trying to be what you want me to be, am I enough for you now?"

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If you didn't get the message of the story after reading it. The message is to never, ever fucking change yourself for anyone. You're perfect just the way you are, if that person can't see that, then they need some fucking help. I just felt like writing some deep shit I guess, I don't know.

Anyways, hey? How y'all been? I've been gone for a long ass time. But I'm here again, for good. Again, if anyone wants an imagine, pm me. Requests always, and will be accepted from me.

I hope y'all liked this new story somewhat, I tried haha. I'll have another imagine up in a couple days. Until next time my friends. <3

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