My dad was that sorta.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

(Sorry for not posting this sooner, kinda forgot about it lol)

Okay, let me set the scene.

I was laying on my bed, windows closed and blocked off from the spooky wookiness of the outside world. My lights were on (I'm not a bat after all) and I was not naked. But you can imagine me as such, just make sure I'm chiseled and under 6 feet. Okay? Cool.

So as I laid in my bed I spotted a swinging shadow seat on the window, going back and forth with a little girl on top of it. (It could've been a boy, but my eyes are sex bias so I wouldn't know.)

From what I could tell there was a mother pushing the little girl back and forth on her swing seat. (Again, biased eyes.)

So I was like "Huh, neat." till I thought about it a bit more and was like "Man, how do I see that?" since my home got the walls of China defending it + the neighbors didn't have a swing near my window. But like also... I just took a bath, and my baths are really warm, and like my head feels fuzzy after so I really didn't have the energy or give a shit to check it out.

Cuz of that, I sorta just was like "Cool" and went on to look at the swinging seat girl and her mom. It was pretty cool. Though I think there were some impossible things going on with how the seat and girl were schmovin.

But still, I liked it. And as is polite, I thanked the shadow girl/shadows for it.

At around this time, I got what I call 'A baller idea.' in which I imagine this shadow girl is actually the diseased or mental representation of a mom who just lost her. And so like, boom. I started thinkin about the story of how a shadow girl tries to help her mom cope with grief.

At first, I thought it be in an accident, but then I remembered one of the fantasy outlines POV characters also had this shadow thing going on so I was like "Maybe this is the mom of that broski."

Not sure if I'm gonna actually make it a story, but I thought it was coolz.

Also, I couldn't say this before because of the break/hiatus. But this guy's songs are fire. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWIsdmFy-uA

My favorite is this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AMxDeJRPmM because my brain hears Dougie on loop and is like "Yuuus, Dougie it up."

So uh thanks Mr_Yeah for sending heat my way.

Anyway, remember what I said before about trying to think up some happy moments to outline/share?

Yeah, I imagined a moment relating to a POV's character's best friend giving them a pep-talk/arguing to them about their parent and how a funeral is too good for them and blah blah blah. Ending with the best friend deciding to support the POV character and help pay for the coffin, which the POV character appreciated a lot.

Then I started thinking of where this sorta chapter/scene would be in. And I realized that the best time to add this would be after the POV character dies to said best friend and then dreams about this exact scenario but now they're in their mom's place/dead and watching their prior self. Which means all the cruel things the best friends says about the parent is directly being said to them. Likely ending with the best friend saying something really mean after the POV's past self leaves. I think it be something like "Honestly, I'm glad you're dead. Now me and everyone else can relax knowing that a waste of space like you is finally gone."

This would obv relate to the current stress as to why their best friend killed them/a nice extra layer to the whole conversation.

...

So yeah I'll try next time to make sure I think of something a bit more wholesome.

Oh also, Woah woah wooooaaah! Could it be? NO way! Breaking news!

A new section is approaching!

And it's called

The timez I randomly made up words cuz bored! (Section!) hopefully I haven't made a section like this already lol.

Lidik = "No dick/or very little dick. Likely insulting. Probably equivalent to saying "No balls.")

"A Lidik man huh?"

"Lidik cunt!"

"You're a fucking lidik or what?"

Guarent: "A paternal/maternal way to refer to your legal guardian." (Equivalent to parent.)

"Of course, I care about my Guarent."

"Yeah, my old Guarent is coming over this week to help me move."

"Yeah, that's my Guarent."

Guar: "A shortening of 'Guardian' meant to be used as a substitute for terms like 'mom' and 'dad'." (Guary can also work, and that's likely the equivalent to 'Mommy' and 'Daddy')

"Guar, where are you?"

"I love you, Guar."

"Is that your Guar?"

Almo: "For you or another to be the only one moaning during sex." (Alone + Moan = Almo. Lol. Almoing)

"Well, I was Almo for the first few minutes. And like, really Almo because this guy was dead silent. So that sorta stressed me out."

"Now, Mrs.Milly says her and her husband have a 'great' sex life. But from what I can hear as their neighbor? They're almoing, and it sure ain't a Mrs who is doing the groaning."

"Will, I try to prevent...y'know almo but I've never been that good at faking it."

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Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

THE EPIC TRAGEDY OF WOOBY DOOWY! (Made by M.G.W)

beginnin

♪ Wooby doowy woo, where are you? ♪

"I just shat on your mom's pussy."

♪ Wooby doowy woo, where are you? I plan to kill you. ♪

"Location not found."

Okay, Wooby Doowy i-I won't kill you.

"Okay. Thank you."

You're welcome.

"Pog."

♪ Wooby Doowy woo, where are you? ♪

"Right here, I-"

Wabam. And bam bam. And zam!

"Ahhhh Frud whyyyy-"

I lied Wooby Doowey, I planned to kill you. I just lied so I could find you so I could kill you. I lied.

"I know that Frud, that's why I set up that hologram."

Waazaah? Nooo wayyy. How can it be so realistic? There's like blood and stuff!

"Cuz I'm a role model Frud. Now give me 20."

No.

"Give me 15."

13.

"3"

17.

"20"

Deal! I give you 20.

"Thanks oh woopsie."

Another hologram?

"Yeah, I thought you'd try to kill me again. Ok let me just like, bzzzzzzzzz. Ok, I here."

You here!

"Yup. Now I take 20."

Hold up what did I give you 20 of?

"20 W."

Oh sorry buddy, I only had 10 W. So I cut them in half

"So you gave me 20 half W? Like this \ or somethin?"

Actually no, just angle it a bit.

"O okay I'll *exasperated noises* You gave me 20 Ls!"

MUahahahah! Yes, I did Wooby Doowy, I knew that I couldn't ever kill you, for this is a Saturday morning cartoon! But I knew I had to get revenge for you shitting on my mum's pussy. So I gave you 20 Ls to ruin you. Muahahah! I did evil! Yeah!

"Ooh, oooh nooo."

Ay, ay yo what's goin on?

"I am in fact, allergic to Ls. Ahh, ahh *Dying noises.*"

Oh, epic. I killed the guy who shit on my mom's pussy. Revenge epic. Pog certified.

"Waaaaaht? Shit? I never shit on no one's pussy."

Wa wa waaah?

"I just meant shat as in 'tease or try to deceive (someone like,) "I shit you not"

Waaaaaaaaaaah-

"And I was teasing your mom's pussy! AHhhhhh, Frud I am your father aaaaha-"

Noooooooooooo-

"Ahhhhhh bleh...that means I'm dead btw."

Oh no, I shouldn't of jumped to conclusions and done meanie things! My revenge was not a good dish, even when served cold. Ahh. I should've asked for what they meant and been nicer.

Now I'm sad. Very very sad.

fin.

(Btw did not plan to have this written, kinda just happened. Felt like the writing equivalent of getting very horny and then just masturbating until you cum. And now I'm empty. It was fun though.)

(Oh wait, I'm a sex addiicccttt)

"Do you think even the worse person...can Dougie?"

None-Dougie step forward.

"Heh, alright then. Here's another question."

Spooky eyes.

"Do you want to get gang banged? Cuz if you take another step, I'm gonna give you all my HIV." (Peak humor)

Another step is taken.

"Hehe...alright...."

"Let's Dougie."

(Reference btw)

(Ok here's the less crazy stuff.)

Beast: "Muahahaha!"

The beast twirled around the crashing chairs, her smile wide as her ax cut and flung the final desk. Shattering glass, then crashing into cement, the poor table never stood a chance. And now I had no place to hide, now the beast was staring at me, dead in the eye.

Beast: "You have served me well Axrian, but I wish to end this child's tale with my own hands."

I squealed as the beast dropped her axe. I tried to run, but the beast grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. Lifting me up with the same ease you or I would lift a doll.

Beast: "How foolish, did you really believe a weakling like you could outrun your story's end?"

I gagged as the beast choked me, managing to push out a feeble and flimsy 'why'

Beast: "Why? Hm, it's hardly worth the effort to educate prey on the ways of predators."

The beast dropped me, and I both gasped in relief and groaned from the fall.

Beast: "But I do enjoy a challenge."

The beast sat on the rubble of the broken chairs, a gentle yet kindless smile in the depths of her eyes.

Beast: "Child of man, to understand my reasons you must understand what I am. And you can not. Your brain is simply too puny for it."

My heart felt slashed by her derision, worst of all I could not contest it. For the beast had bested me upon every turn. Weakly, I gripped my chest, the beast snorted.

Beast: "But...I suppose I can give you the outline of the truth. For you see man-child, I am a demon. A creature that embodies evil itself. And you, man-child, are the soon-to-be vessel of my father! The progenitor of all evil. Fear!"

I gasped, for my young heart could hardly take such horrors. And so, it screamed out for mercy.

Loveable boy: "Please oh great demon! I beg of you to spare me such a terrible fate! For if not for my own sake, then at least my mother and father! Who'd surely be heartbroken to see me gone. a-As a fellow child, you must understand my plight, for what-"

Demon: "I am no child!"

The demon's voice was like iron upon a pond, for the ripples of her words were long-lasting. As even after many breaths I could feel goosebumps on my flesh. Shaking my skin in awed fear of her might.

And so, when she spoke once more I could do nothing but listen in abject and helpless terror. For I was but a droplet facing the ripples of something far greater than I.

Demon: "I am the demon of stories, the princess of hell, the heir to a kingdom in which even the feeblest of commoners are far greater than any of your men! How dare you compare me to the woes of your rancid kin! Why, I'd have you flayed and piked for even the suggestion if you were not still of use to me!"

Loveable boy: "o-Of use to you?"

The demon nodded.

Demon: "Yes. For a vessel's soul must perfectly match a demon's core to become one with it. In your case, you must hold nothing but fear and disdain in your heart, only then will my father return, and end this wretched world once and for all!"

With tears in my eyes, I screamed out

Loveable boy: "No! I could never loathe or fear my parents! My friends! My world! I am a child of love! Not hate!"

At that, the demon cackled.

Demon: "Ooh foolish child. Underestimating my kin will be the last mistake you ever make."

As the demon said this a pair of vines pushed the one undestroyed table and chair to me.

Demon: "For a teacher of evil shall soon come, and twist your heart to be no different than our own!"

ProfessionalStranger25: "No...No! NOOOOOOOOOO-"

Demon: "MuahahahahahahahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHA!"

...

After a few seconds, my lungs tuckered themselves out. So even forming my desired question proved difficult.

ProfessionalStranger25: "So...are we done acting?"

Bad girl: "Oh yeah, thanks a lot. This is going do great on eviltok."

The final section! (Section.)

The power of diplomacy strikes again.

But will it strike on the next chapter?

Maybe. Either way this is this chapter's end