Chad and the Incel

10th Post: [Experiment] (POLL) Should I end it all?

Noah didn't show up at school, spending all day in bed.

Chad tried messaging him but got no response. As he made his way to his locker during lunch he even tried to call him, but the mocking dirge of four gradually quieting beeps played on the phone.

'What the hell?' Chad asked his locker with a hiss. He added, 'Noah, don't ignore my calls,' despite no one being there to hear him.

His shoulders jumped when he felt a slap on the back.

'What's up? Hey, where's your ugly friend?'

Chad whipped his body around and grabbed Tyrone by the collar. 'Who are you talking about?' he growled.

Tyrone's shoulders dropped. 'Y-you know. Whatshisname, with the weird shirts and the glasses.'

'Fuck you. You know nothing about him. Absolutely fucking nothing!'

Tyrone held his hands up like a soldier caught by the enemy. 'Woah, c-calm down, dude! You on your p-period or something?'

Chad raised his fist but didn't punch Tyrone, opting to drop him instead. 'You're not worth it. You're a pathetic piece of shit who clearly needs glasses himself.'

Now it was Tyrone's turn to grab Chad by the collar, albeit with a weaker grip. 'Nobody calls me pathetic. Nobody.' It took a crack in Tyrone's voice for Chad to notice that the tiny boy was blinking abnormally fast. 'And what's your problem? You were spending all that time with whatshisface and I let you even though you were supposed to be my friend. Why? Because you seemed happy around him. You had this stupid little Grinch-looking grin on your face whenever he came into the room.'

Chad instinctively touched the ends of his lips with his thumb and pointer finger. 'I did?'

'Yeah.' Tyrone let go of Chad's collar and rubbed the back of his own neck. 'Look, uh, s...s...' He took a deep breath before squeezing out what he wanted to say. 'Sorry for insulting the guy. You know me. I run my mouth a lot sometimes. By the way, what was with the part about me needing glasses?'

'Nothing!' Chad croaked as he swiftly turned away from him.

Tyrone shrugged his shoulders. 'I'll, uh, leave you to calm down or whatever. I wouldn't worry too much about the guy. I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow. Probably spent all night watching whatever he watches.'

Noah did not, in fact, come back to school the next day. Or the day after that. Whenever his mother tried to get him out of bed, he screeched at her to get out of his room.

He was tempted to use his phone to watch YouTube to pass the time but he kept reminding himself of one word. 'Cope'. Instead he lied down and thought about everything that had gone wrong in his life, from never having had a girlfriend to Chad finding his incel forum account. Though he refused to admit it even to himself, the latter caused an even greater sting in his heart.

After hours of thinking, he mustered up the motivation to stand up and grab his phone. He put up a post to the forum.

Rotcel2003- (POLL) Should I end it all?

It's over for me. It was over for me as soon as I was born with this deformed face. And now the one girl who I thought I could be with has found this account and is mocking me for it. Should I just end it?

He checked the poll several hours later and became a mess of tears at the results. He was right.

Yes- 102 votes

No- 28 votes

Someone commented an alternative.

Islavistalol- Go ER and kill everyone. Get revenge on the girl who mocked you. Foids deserve the bullet.