I saw this picture and just got inspired to write this poor little guy's story. I do not own the picture and I don't own any Pokémon. Forgive me if any of this is offensive in any way. Samuel the Doduo was born with a Weepinbell as his second head. Instead of looking at his brother, Clarence, in horror or disgust, he wants to help Clarence feel accepted and loved. But the Pokémon in his school aren't helping the matters. "Doo ooh ove meh broher?" "Be strong Clarence."

I'm a Potato... That's all there is to it really... Why am I writing a diary you ask? Well the answer is simple; I have a story to tell. A story that all started in a farm...

(Y/N) used to live a normal life. I repeat: used to Ever since that not-so-great incident, she discovers more about herself, and uncovers different shit she didn't know about herself. She now sees herself doing fucked-up things, like making eyeball kebabs. A lot of both demons, monsters and Creepypastas alike took an interest on her, because of her being ~unique~ Why was she so special? Well, the description won't tell you, but I'm sure the story will!

You loved Diabolik Lovers. Let me repeat that, "loved" with an -ed. Now, you couldn't stand the thing. The heroine was so submissive with a case of Stockholm syndrome, and the male characters were all the same. You now hated it, and wanted to forget you ever liked it. However, things change when you find a fanfiction called "No Fanfiction." Seeing that the character's personality fit your own, and you're interested in the story despite its theme, you start to read it. But were to happen when things suddenly "go by the book"? I own nothing but the story.