AI generated stories

kokichi x reader (SAD)

Y/n L/n looked at the smol sausage in her hands and felt sneezy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her backward surroundings. She had always hated chilly Sludgeside with its homely, hungry hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneezy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of kokichi Ouma. kokichi was a hungry gamer with blonde abs and sticky toenails.

Y/n gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an admirable, understanding, tea drinker with dirty abs and curvaceous toenails. Her friends saw her as a wide-eyed, wild writer. Once, she had even helped an uncooked toddler cross the road.

But not even an admirable person who had once helped an uncooked toddler cross the road, was prepared for what kokichi had in store today.

The clouds danced like walking badgers, making Y/n sad.

As Y/n stepped outside and kokichi came closer, she could see the skinny glint in his eye.

kokichi gazed with the affection of 8936 stupid envious elephants. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pencil."

Y/n looked back, even more sad and still fingering the smol sausage. "kokichi, I stole your Pants, loser," she replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two fancy, frightened foxes thinking at a very tactless wake, which had flute music playing in the background and two greedy uncles dancing to the beat.

Y/n studied kokichi's blonde abs and sticky toenails. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Y/n in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you kokichi."

kokichi looked relaxed, his emotions raw like a thoughtful, talented teapot.

Y/n could actually hear kokichi's emotions shatter into 7473 pieces. Then the hungry gamer hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Y/n's nerves tonight.