Life Of A Fuck-Up

Panties are crybabies! And prisons can't handle sass

CHAPTER TWO [F-U#2]

It's been a few days since my prison escape. You know what i've been fucking doing?
WATCHING VIDEOS IN THE INTERNET!
What? That's where i learned how to hack, fix, and build shit! I told you, I have all the fucking time in the world, darlings!

Remember that amazing idea i said when i was in the police station? Yeah, I'm currently working on it too.
I won't tell you yet. But here's why i thought about it, I was fucking low on money. Simply put, the money i have now doesn't even suffice for animals!
I could just hack a bank if i want to.
BUT, WHERE'S THE FUCKING FUN IN THAT, RIGHT?
You'll figure it out.

Oh! I forgot to tell you that it was my birthday when i was chased, caught, imprisoned, and escaped from the police. I guess that's god's gift for me? Atleast i met good people in there. I also never told you where i lived!

I practically live in a sewer.

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No, really, I litterally live in a fucking sewer.
You're probably making a disgusted face, huh? FUCK YOU!
I know it's pretty disgusting, but, there's a part in there that i personally cleaned, (took me four whole fucking days) re-built, and designed. And you know what's better? It's fucking hidden! HAZAAR!

It's like my base down there.
I'm familiar with the sewage system in the city. So if i ever get lost, (which will probably never happen) I would know where to go. YOUR BITCH KNOWS DIRECTIONS, SUCKERS!

Of course, I have flaws just like every-fucking-one! AND IF YOU THINK YOU DON'T HAVE ONE, THEN COME AT ME, FUCKER!

Mine is simple, but still is a load of shit for me to have as a weakness. (God, how did it came to this?) Basically, it's related to my neck.
I practically need to wear something around it. I prefer collars or chokers.
BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING FASHION!

Confused? YOU BETCHA!
Again, you'll figure something
out.
Anyways! I'm watching videos on how to do surgery! What? It'll come in handy someday! Currently, I'm on the third episode. I won't go into much detail for the sake of your fucking stomachs. It was already ending when i remembered something.

OH MY GOD! I FORGOT MY STUFF AT THE POLICE STATION!
Eh, there's not really anything worthy in there. I'll just make another one if i need it. Oh yeah! I asked you about the alarm clock! It was actually a sensor. A thermal sensor, to be exact. It detects body heat other than mine. How about other people who are not the police?

Don't worry! I just placed some special feature into their clothing when i was "decorating" their station.
If one of them is close, the alarm clock rings. And as you can see when i was being chased, it was still late. I need to fix that! Good thing it's only a test-run!

The choker however, is already finished. Needs a little update, but that's about it. I placed the fucking laser in it.

Of course, I needed to make the material bendier to fit my personalized choker!

Oshena! (Means 'anyway' for me. Because it's fucking cute to say!)
I'm about to go somewhere.
And of-fucking-course, I have to take public transportation!

I decided to dye my hair later. Because, I don't really want the police to find me, and it's going to look fucking awesome!
Oh yeah, contacts also! Got to make sure, right?

Right about now, I'm trying to fucking find the last remaining of my money.
"It's got to be fucking here, somewhere!" I grumbled. (Not litterally "fucking." That would be hilarious!)

Checking under a piece of metal, I was face to face with a fucking rat chomping on my money. A FUCKING RAT!

I laughed. All frustration left me. Weird, huh?