"Bro, this mod is the best isn't it?" My friend Brandon began shaking me back and forth as I sat in the chair overlooking the window. Needless to say I was very uncomfortable especially because he was doing is so early in the morning.

"I don't know what the big deal is, it's just a mod." I announced nonchalantly with no life in my voice whatsoever, As Brandon took a step back and produced a dramatic yelp.

Seriously dude…

"Just a mod?" He began flailing his arms wildly as he dramatically inched closer to me, our eyes meeting and our breaths colliding in a very awkward symphony of fan girl fantasies.

"Yeah, it's just a mod…" It was me basically telling him to lay off me, but from his perspective it was a declaration of war for his favorite mod. It was ok if the mod was tale of kingdoms mod, creepy pasta mod or any mod for that matter but instead his favorite mod was…

"Mob talker!" He banged both his fists on my desk to emphasize his point.

Ding, Ding, Ding. My friend Brandon is a world class pervert, he even looked that way with his beady brown eyes messy un-combed curly black hair and most especially the thing he wore. Our school is not very prestigious and not very low class either it was basically stuck in the middle. and as such we were given a choice to use uniforms or the thing Brandon wore…

"Wait! Before I get stuck in an endless cycle yet again, can you tell me why the hell are you dressed like that?!" I pointed my index finger at his shirt which he wore proudly, and paraded all around school.

"What? It's Alice." He retorted.

Listen kids, if you're reading this turn away now because I'm going to tell you a story about who Alice was, she is a character from a game-no! an eroge called "Monmusu Quest" or "Monster Girl Quest" and if you're familiar with that game congratulations as Alice would say "Freaking Pervert!" Yeah I played it too but I played it for the plot and storyline.

"It's an Eroge, YOU'RE WEARING AN EROGE SHIRT IN THE GODDAMN SCHOOL!" I did the best I could to keep my voice down so I whispered loudly into Brandon's ear.

"I have to wear what I love don't I you are what you wear my father always says!"

What kind of retard was your father…?

"Anyways, why didn't you like it?"

We were back with the first issue at hand.

"Dude, it's basically just a VN (Visual Novel)." I said in my usual bored tone.

"But I even gave you the story I made myself." He said in a defensive voice.

"Oh yeah, the story…"

-Flashback-

Steve: Haha, Cupa you're so beautiful.

Cupa: Yeah, I know…

Steve: Let's be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Cupa: Let's do it, the traditional deed for lovers.

Steve: You mean?

Cupa: I'm going to explode all over your d*** like a good creeper would…

I stood there in the computer mortified of the crap that was presented to me…

-End Flashback-

"So what? It's good dialogue!" He said proudly

"In what world is that crap called good dialogue?" I yelled back at this delusional Idiot that I called my best friend.

"Listen dude, you've got to follow the trend their making fan arts, custom scripts and most especially fan fiction about this mod-aren't you a writer?" He inched closer as he stood beside my chair.

"So what if I'm a writer…" I said with a little weakness in my voice.

"Mob talker mod fanfics are the best right now like this fanfic called Cupa. It gets thousands of views and tens of reviews with each chapter and you're…you know you're…" He said mockingly.

I was a fanfic writer, and because of that Brandon always seems to hold it against me or compare me with other writers. Let me just say this me and Brandon are outcasts, he was a perverted, lolicon, otaku and I was a fanfiction writer.

You're probably wondering why we're only best friend with one another, it's because he was labeled as a perverted freak and I was labeled as a perverted freak just like him. Otaku's already had a bad reputation of being black sheeps of their families and a waste to society and fanfic writers were know to be notorious, depraved writers who just wrote about sex 24/7.

I sighed, I hated my reputation but everyone knew I was a fanfic writer and Brandon was an Otaku we couldn't change anything we just needed to survive high school for the next 3 years…

I sighed again…

"Feeling down, Huh during times like this I like to-

Brandon was cut off as the doors of our classroom opened. A very mad teacher of the year below us stomped thunderously as he scanned the room.

"Oy, which one of you did this to my student?!" His shout echoed throughout the room.

My eyes automatically shifted to Brandon. What did he do this time?

The Teacher presented a cute girl with twin tails tied back by cute little red ribbons as she nervously covered her face her rosy cheeks-

"Who did this to little Tony?!"

Tony? Wait, don't tell me. I began whispering to Brandon who didn't avert his perverted gaze at the little girl-I mean boy!

"You forcibly cross-dressed a student?" I asked him while still whispering.

"Beautiful ain't he?"

"You Retard!" I whispered back with anger, I can't believe he's this, daring Oh, I mean brain dead!

The little boy looked at Brandon and hid behind the large teacher as he pointed his index finger at him.

"You, Brandon Griffin and Brian Stevens you two again…

Wait what?!

"No, you got it all wrong I'm not in cahoots with this-

"We're totally in cahoots!"

I stood up and began whispering to Brandon again.

"What the Crap are you doing?" I whispered.

"I get lonely sometimes, so be ready in 1,2-

Brandon began flailing his arms again as he threw his shoes right to the direction of the teacher

"3, jump! like a motherfu-Ohhh." He began falling from the 2nd floor window and into the bushes.

I stood there with the group of people looking at me with disgusted eyes.

"Ummm, Listen I'm not-

"PUNISHMENT!" The teacher yelled.

On second thought…

"Screw this!" I jumped just like Brandon did earlier I landed on the soft bushes and a soft headed person.

"Ow."

I landed on Brandon too.

"Serves you right, now we're both in trouble!" I said at that incapacitated Idiot I called my best friend.

"You got that right…"

Gulp*

A big security guard stood before our fallen bodies as his shadow belittled us.

Ok Brian you can get out of this, just smooth talk-

"Top of the morning to ya officer." Brandon opened his god damn mouth again.

Facepalm*

-Later-

"I can't believe we have to clean the entire school on the weekend!" I shouted at Brandon who seemed annoyingly calm.

"Think of the bright side, Brian it's Wednesday our punishment is days away." He said proudly.

"It's three days away!"

"But is it tomorrow? Of course not it's three days away!" He said excitedly.

"Don't tell me did you play another eroge again?" I asked him.

Take note, he's always like this when he played an eroge a while back he began going into the museum and started breaking a century old hand held mirror because the eroge he played transported the main character into a new world. Luckily he was to incompetent to even go through with the plan.

"Allright, so this eroge I played this guy gets into trouble and because of that he meets the girls of the student council-

His words faded into the background as I walked with him.

My name is Brian Stevens I have an average built, light skin, blue eyes, and shaggy un kept black hair. I'm a fanfiction writer and an avid anime watcher-I'm not saying an otaku because the Idiot mumbling right beside me holds that title.

I live In a very small town or a very big village as some people would call it, I live alone because of "Reasons" I don't want to talk about right now. My neighbor is this guy right here Brandon Griffin his an otaku he's very scrawny and only reached the bridge of my nose he has fish like brown eyes and curly black hair he didn't look all that bad but because he always wore a shirt like the one he wore today he can never be accepted by society neither of us were.

I sighed, I didn't care if everyone didn't accept my hobby as a fan fiction writer I loved being one, but I just hope I could meet a few people who's just as weird as the two of us…

I wish…

-Next day-

"Listen class there is going to be a new student-

I deafened my ears to what the teacher had to say and looked at the view from the windows. Great, another student, the person is either just another guy who would call me a freak or another girl who would distance herself far away from me.

"My name is Cupa!" The girl said cheerfully.

"Oh dear, your entire name please…" The teacher urged awkwardly.

Judging by her voice she seemed to be a very active girl.

"Oh it's Cupa Shaka Shaka Boom Explosion!"

What…

I began shifting my view from the window to the girl…

She had a cute small face, thin lips, orange messy hair that was covered by the creeper like hoodie that she wore and above all else a very weird personality.

"Cupa Shaka Shaka Boom Explosion?" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

"I'm a Creeper!" She announced proudly.

Everyone in class looked at her in disbelief.

"Pardon me class, it seems like our little transfer student is feeling under the weather. Delusions caused by heat stroke are common in these parts." The teacher tried the best she could to make the best out of the situation.

The girl began puffing her cheeks and yelled…

"I'm not delusional! I truly am a creeper, I swear!" She shouted in defense as the whole class was silenced.

So starts our little story…