How a Furry Hater Became a Furry (Special Guest: ....My Fursona :P)

Twas a dark and stormy-

Oooookay we're SO NOT starting with that cliché!!!!

In fact, it was neither dark, stormy, or night when I had the most heartbreaking event happen to me...

It was roughly a few years ago, possibly my Sophomore year (?) (I don't remember when it was exactly, but I knew it was when I had been on my first Wattpad account which was created when I was in 8th grade).

I was chatting with someone who claimed to had escaped from their homophobic parents in Alaska, went to LA with their son, and was adopted by Markiplier and Jacksepticeye, and Mark was proposing to Jack (so yeah this was when Septiplier was at its peak).

Long story short, and I mean a really long story short, it turned out the person had multiple personalities disorder and "was" their own son, daughter (she apparently had given birth to her at one point and "named" her after me, her "aunt"), Mark, and Jack. Her parents were not at all homophobic. I was, to be honest, very heartbroken when I found out the truth. I was so invested in the whole thing. I gave up time during my practices for my school show to talk to her. One time she even called me because I gave her my number because she would have panic attacks and need someone to calm her down when Mark or Jack was "recording" (obviously that wasn't real, but I didn't know that she was deceiving me at the time).

I was so furious, upset, and crushed that I fell right into the trap. It felt so real and it felt as if my world collapsed.

A few days later, I would then start to plan to commit suicide.

(The information I had given to you, the readers, is only a fraction to the whole story, so you may think that the act of planning to commit suicide was not real. The whole story had parts that I left out in case someone gets triggered by the words and is reminded of something similar that happened to them. I'm trying to prevent someone else from having suicidal thoughts, so please understand that the whole story was much more serious and devastating, as it also impacted my family because I had suicidal thoughts and they were worried about me.)

A few months later, I would discover that the person that nearly sent me over the edge after such a perfectly crafted trap they caught me in...

Was a furry.

And I was very pissed off.

My hatred for furries was born....