was just a normal Sunday afternoon. i started up my laptop and logged in. i immediately opened up google chrome, moving my mouse to click on the top of the page. "youtube.com" is what i entered, and i searched for kalvin's channel. i hadnt gotten a notification for a new video, but there it was. the title was "im sorry for everything." i clicked on the video to see what it was about. his hair wasn't done, it looked like a complete mess. dry tears were on his cheeks and he spoke.
"i need to apologize for the pain ive caused gender noncomforming trans people that i featured in my videos," he began. he took a shaky breath, shuttering a bit. "im so sorry that my fans attacked you. that isn't what this channel is about." he could barely keep eye contact with the camera.
i leaned forward in my chair, intrigued by what he would say next. a tear rolled down his left cheek and he wiped it away with the sleeve of his truscum dysphoria hoodie.
"i made this channel with the intent to teach people about why dysphoria is needed to be trans, and not to attack people. but that's what it's become. i thought what i was doing was a good thing." he sounded like he snickered after he said that, but i couldn't be sure.
"i want to apologize for sending my followers after people just because i don't agree with them. that was so very wrong of me. i still believe transtrenders, but i realized they aren't as big of a deal as i made them out to be." he hung his head down and began to cry.
"i didn't mean to cause anyone distress! please forgive me!"
i felt like i had to say something out loud although i knew he wouldn't hear me.
"what you did is shitty." i said under my breath. kalvin looked up at his camera and shut it off. that really freaked me out, because then i heard footsteps shuffling down the hallway to my room. i stared at my bedroom down and closed the google chrome tab.
then, there was a knock at my bedroom door.
the knob turned, and kalvin open it all the way.
"hah! you thought ⚔️⚔️ transtrender ⚔️⚔️!! i will never be sorry for what ive dome because tucutes are NOT dysphoric and if they're actually dysphoric, they're just truscum in denial! facts don't care about your feelings, liberal!" i stared at him horrified as he made his way over to me, "kalvin i-"
he opened my mouth and shoved a paper with the word "FACTS" in bold letters into my mouth. i got so many paper cuts.
then i woke up in a cold sweat. i felt a presence next to me, and i rolled over to see kalvin garrah staring back at me.
"trender" he whispered. i blacked out after that.
