Hello everyone! This is Trevor Phillips, of Trevor Phillips Industries! And this fanfiction is going to be a Trevor Phillips Reacts. Well it really isn't a fanfiction, more like, I react to reading fanfiction, and I don't give a shit who the fuck says reading fanfiction is for girls! ANYONE WHO SAYS THAT, I WILL SHIT IN THEIR CEREAL!
Anyways, I'm writing on my computer and reading from my phone, but this fucking crack is bothering me, I don't even know where the fuck I got it from. Matter of fact, I don't even know how I even got this phone. Wait, I do. I think I stole it from some hipster fucker in Sandy Shores, looking for some retro-America. Then I buried him, IN SHIT!
But anyways, I'm going to read this fanfiction, and when I'm done, I'm going to write my thoughts about it. So the fanfic I'm reading is r9kElsa is Suffering so I'm reading a Frozen fanfic. But what's weird is that it's on . Why the fuck isn't it on , if it's a fucking fanfic. Unless they're original characters, and in that case, me and all of Tumblr have wasted their fucking time.
Well, time to read it, be back in a couple of hours.
I would like the internet to know, that I'm NOT fucking crying! I'm not crying you fucks! I'm not! I'm fucking not!
Well that was fun. It's been ten days since I wrote that last paragraph. And in those ten days, I robbed a store, cooked some meth, blew up three houses, and murdered a couple of assholes who laughed at a crying man, all in my attempt to stop myself from my sadness of reading that fic.
But in all seriousness, that was a sad fic. Sad in a good way. But for me and for Michael, (FUCKER) sad can be a bad thing. Some people may not like the incest, but when you live in Sandy Shores, you kinda get used to it. Especially from the formerly alive O'Neil brothers. HAHAHAHAH I SHOT THEM AND BLEW UP THEIR HOUSE!
Well, I'm going to sleep for the next three days, and react to the next fanfiction I find on the internet.
This is Trevor Phillips of Trevor Phillips Incorporated, and I have reacted.