I want a nerdy butch to tell me complicated information about science or something and I'll sit there and stare at them and get wet from how much smarter than me they are
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He was not alone.
Ever since he was young there was always someone beside him. His mother, his father, his sister. They were around, he never had to look that far to find them. He could rely on them.
He was not alone.
In kindergarten he met his best friend for life. They hit it off right at the start, playing and talking and having fun. They were inseparable. No matter what came, they could rely on each other.
He was not alone.
In second grade, he met his other best friend. She was different from them, with some interesting opinions on things but they got along just as well. Soon, the duo turned into a trio.
He was not alone.
All throughout primary and middle school, his life was normal. Hanging out with friends, going home to his family, enjoying life.
He was not alone, when he died.
He was 14 years old, a few weeks away from high school. A scream rang out. His best friends watched as he got fried to death. Not even a corpse remained. No one was in the house besides them, they couldn't even call for help. They didn't know what to do, as their legs slowly gave out. Staring into the void that opened right on their best friend, they stayed, shocked.
They were not alone.
A black mist slowly emerged from the toxic green void. Barely taking shape, it swirled around, like a snake trying to find a perfect nest to rest at. The black mist gained a few colours. White. Then green. Then an arm. Another. A face slowly emerged with very familiar features. They knew that nose. Those cheekbones. That mouth. Those eyebrows.
The mist opened his eyes. The green void stared into their souls from them. As he opened his mouth, static filled their ears. It hurt. Their hands flew to their ears to cover them, but the noise wouldn't escape them. It became louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Then a flash of light and the air became filled with tense silence. Slowly they opened their eyes, and there stood... their best friend? He looked just as confused as they did. They wrote everything that happened off as a nightmare and went about their day as usual. It must have been a fluke after all.
They agreed to not talk about it. (It came to bite them back later, and they indeed talked about it.)
He was in his bed and it was the middle of the night. A sudden chill went through him, the window became foggy. He sat up. A blue mist escaped his mouth. His eyes darted around the room.
He was not alone.
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“u dint seem like ur favorite color would be red” “you do t seem like youd play the violin” “you dont seem like you swim” “you dont seem like youd do ballet” STOP IT SHUT UP I AM ME YOU BASTARDS
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