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Quick note from SlumpyBunny (edit-change that to LilBlondiChachi ;))-:
So, basically, this smutty story is about my stress. You could say that I'm putting my own OC here, but it's whatever however sadly I'm not gonna put my OC here cause that's embarrassing, however I'm getting a lot worse now, I'm getting sleep deprived now and I'm stressing over some dumb shit. Oh and also this story is gonna be an m-preg, so someone gonna be pregnant here ;) but it's not you! Anyways I guess that's all I have to say? Bye? Oh and also enjoy?
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Narrator POV:

Recently, for the past few months, (m/n) was having a lot of stress. He'd worry over stupid, dumb, and unimportant shit! He, being a (l/n), represented his father a lot and his fathers side. (M/n) and his fathers family side, were very bipolar.
(Bipolar-
1.
having or relating to two poles or extremities.
"a sharply bipolar division of affluent and underclass"
2.
(of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only.
Also meaning that you can be very aggressive towards others or thinking of hurting someone, basically it's like when you get mad at your sister or brother and you wanna practically beat the shit out of them!)
Whenever someone tried to talk to you in a negative way, you'd just shut them out and you'd basically want to do something with uncontrollable anger. Your boyfriend, Toby, or known as Ticci Toby, was always there for you, he never bothered you when you were very stressed because he knew you wouldn't want to be bothered. Even if he wanted to hug you and comfort you while you ended up breaking down into a crying mess, he couldn't because you'd just turn bipolar out of no where, you'd never go into physical madness on your boyfriend because you loved him, that was the only thing that you could control, you would never lay a hand on your lover, not ever in a million years. And today was a day where you had millions of burdens on your chest and back, you stressed over everything. Like, if you were ever good enough, or were you ever right and good at anything, and including a bunch of emotional and physical thoughts. You were a freak just like the rest, your boyfriend was a freak, and the rest of the creepypasta gang were loads of freaks. But you were the insanely much more worse freak. You had so many bad things in your past. At the age of 10 you were raped, at the age of 13 was when the raping from your uncle stopped, he was on your moms side of the family, you would always tell your mother but she never believed you, so you got tired of everything, her screaming of anger made you snap for the first time, you didn't mean to go physical on her, but your bipolar side just snapped and by the time you noticed what happened, she was lying on the ground with a dozen stab wounds and a knife on her throat. And remembering that past made you stress out more and more, you blamed yourself because you made her mad. But it wasn't your fault for being the one who was raped for 4 damn years! Your uncle ended up in jail after you told your father, he got an ass whooping and a few teeth knocked out of him when your father heard about it. You were happy for about a year. That was until your dad got sick and was rushed to the hospital, he had lost his leg due to something like a virus that spread through his leg. He got a prosthetic leg. You were happy when he came home. But you stressed still, remembering it, you thought.
'He must have been in so much pain, what if I caused his leg to be amputated? It must have been me!? I have always been the one to be blamed.' You hadn't noticed Toby walk in, you hadn't heard him call your name, nor when he touched you, your body was numb right now, Toby thought you were stressing at this point while being hypnotized in your thoughts. You remembered all those bad things that happened to you in the past.
At the age of 16, you were raped once again.
At the age of 17, you were jumped.
At the age of 18, you had cut yourself for what you did, you had made your dad for the first time slap you and tell you that you were worthless.
At the age of 19, your ex boyfriend had cheated on you, with your girl best friend.
At the age of still 19, you were raped for the rest of the year. That's when you snapped and killed the guy with a butcher that you had found in the alley way.
At the age of 20, everything that made you depressed, was all gone, you had met Toby, that was the only thing that was good in your life.
And lastly, at the age of 21....your father died, he was killed by a gang, he got jumped and his body was shot to death, YOUR FATHER had been KILLED for no FUCKING REASON. You were pushed to the limit where you had gone insane, you tracked the gang down by the help of Toby. You knew he was a killer, you didn't do it alone, the guys helped you. You killed the gang members, one by one, you made them feel the pain that you felt before you cut their throats open.
You were lost in thought for about another minute until you snapped out of it and bawled your eyes out. You were angry at yourself, you blamed yourself for shit you didn't do! You thought.
'Pathetic, worthless, weak."
Toby heard your thoughts and gasped, you had been broken all those years, no one knew it, except Toby and the guys. You were happy at least for a few years until it all went down fall. Toby, built the confidence to come and hug you, he comforted you. You made him sit on your thighs and hugged him, wrapping your hands around his waist. You cried loudly and hugged him tighter.