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Your POV

I was walking down the road, coming home from school. It was raining. I like rain. It reminds me of my cool, hot, sexy, beautiful, did I mention sexy, gets sick easily, hates life, poops in a toilet, and I think chocolate farts do in fact smell good, darkened emo self. No one understands me. Rain makes me feel better about life. I like everything because I cry every time. I want to cry rain. Maybe chocolate rain would taste better. Rain is pretty. It soothes my tingly fingers. I would sniff every single raindrop if this corrupted world would let me. I don't want to be Shrek'd, mate.

Noodles.

I keep walking. The next thing I know, there is a man standing there. He is fantastic baby. Gotta dance duh dance duh dance. I notice a growing bulge in his pants.

Ooh, I need to get on top of that!

We walk towards each other. As soon as he pees his pants, I decide to ask him, "How DARE you."

"What?"

"YOU PEED YOUR PANTS WITHOUT ME, OF COURSE!"

We both took off our now soggy pants and hit each other with them. My shirt then became wet as well. I had shitted with my bouncing boobies. They were so big, that when I was 5, I put a poop in between them, and it never came out. I guess that's why my old boyfriend always had brown hands. My nipples are broken plates. I guess that's why my other boyfriend always had bloody hands.

Oh, that turns me ON!

I stared intensely at Mr. Fitz's long peenie weenie. It was still in his underwear, leaking pee. He took it off, and started to strut like a titan. He derped toward me, and I loved every moment of it. My panties dropped, along with my bloody tampon. Mr. Fitz picked up both of the items, and slobbered his salivating slobbery mucus onto them.

He inserted his peepee into my weewee, and I felt instant ecstasy as we both jizzed onto the sidewalk. The wetness soaked into both of our tiny brain cells in unison as our jizz kept flowing, gurl. My leg fell off. Blood mixed in with the slobber and jizz.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Pain and sexy sex was jiggy with my mind. My leg was used to penetrate my butthole with a noscope MLG butt-shot. My toenails hurt my noob butt-clenchers that I had hidden deep inside the cavern called my anus. It was still poopy from the hormonal toilet. It smelled like 7th graders in a bus.

Aria ran over to us and screamed, "Holy fucking shit! What the dorito?!"

I threw my level 100 mountain dew at her forehead. She let it hit her, and passed out. In her dream bubble, I saw many Hillary Clintons and Donald Trumps blowing bubbles into her face. She laughed heartily, giving off a moist impression. I became fat as a butterball when Brock from PokEmon walked over and yelled, "Go, Dicktrio!"

Three dicks with faces wobbled over to us and exclaimed, "Just blockin' out the haters!"

I didn't judge. But then again, I did judge. I AM the fickle of the person. The infiltrated my nose hairs, and I wished that I had done the shaving with an ointment for my piggy wiggy.

I put some cream on a face and screamed my eyeballs off as I saw Sachiko walk towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Barack Obama eating Donald Duck on a dying sock. The sock noticed the senpai, and said, "I'M WATCHING YOU."

Mr. Fitzy Witzy came on me again, and I sighed my intestines out of my blood. It was over. Mr. Fitz had also passed out. His dream bubble was of Aria. I became so enraged that I farted on his heart after I tore it out of him. His soul would forever be mine.

Because, there could be only one true yandere.

Bitch.