He couldn't get to them. He could siphon their accounts and bankrupt them, sure, but that wasn't enough. They were so rude. So cruel. Ignoring the fact that he was in fact also human. Could he expect anything less though? The moment anyone got online, their status as human dissolved. His own and anyone else's. That meant people could say and do whatever they wanted online with no consequences. They could simply block the person and be through with them.

Mission accomplished right. You were a royal ass and now you get to feel your power trip of walking all over someone before childishly blocking them from having a word of their own.

That was just the world they lived in, and Ven hated it. He was always the one getting trampled. He was too different. Too weak. Jack said to take revenge on those that wronged him, even if just this small. No, because it was this small and they excused it as nothing. It hurt tremendously to be ignored and yelled at for things he couldn't comprehend. To be disregarded in his pleas for them to stop. That he meant no harm, that he meant to shield them from harm. But no, they only heard harm and demonized him for that.

Thanks to previous years, when Jack first showed up, Ventus wasn't the wiser. He didn't know he was sick. Why would he ever think that? But thanks to such a lack of knowledge, a sudden commanding voice in his mind, one he couldn't distinguish from his own thoughts, he was led against his friends. Luckily it was only online as that was the only type of relationships he's ever had, but that voice easily turned Ventus on his friends. It was mere cyberbullying thanks to the young age, but it was enough against weaker targets like his girlfriend of the time. She cut herself up.

It bothered him a little but did it really? He was conflicted. He should care, but he couldn't be bothered to. He just wanted her attention, to be liked, but no matter what he did, it never worked out. He was always second fiddle to someone else even when dating her. It was frustrating. Maybe he did care after all because when she left to harm herself, he panicked. Reached out to the friend group she'd adopted him into for help and sent them their conversation. He just wanted her attention for once so he was terrified to be scolded. He really didn't understand what he did, but everyone was mad. They all scorned him before ridding themselves of him.

Thinking back on it now that he was older and able to mature a bit, he knew he was in the wrong. He still couldn't bring himself to care about his previous actions, no, he was indifferent to them. She hurt herself, but he only cared that she took her eyes off him. It was selfish, he knew, but it's how he thought. He only ever cared about himself. He adored attention. Maybe it was because he was always alone. Always second behind his twin. Always in their shadow. Always in someone's shadow. He didn't have a life of his own. Other people made his life for him, but without people, then there was nothing.

Even if they hated him, he didn't mind them. They gave him a pretty hazardous trigger for Jack that day though. Being blocked and yelled at. It was hard to avoid but he did his best to be sweet to people even if truly it was exhausting. Most people, he found, didn't deserve such kindness. Still, he refused to judge them. He never knew a person's story after all. One shouldn't judge others so easily, so he stayed kind to everyone and interested if only to garner their attention for himself. A bit selfish, but he allowed the conversation to be on them instead. That left him somewhat frustrated however as he never got to talk about himself or his ideas, only ever them and whenever he tried, they'd ignore him completely. No wonder that isolated feeling never left. No one truly cared for him. Just like him, they only cared for themselves. Maybe that was karma, but why was he being punished for the broken way he was made?

He could survive that frustration. What he couldn't survive was Jack coming back to the front of his mind. It happened once before. A misunderstanding that even if bittersweet, was resolved. He still resented them for how they treated him, but they'd apologized so he tried to get past it. It ache every so often, gnawing at his mind and provoking Jack to make a move. He did, and Ven regretted it. Even apologized, half-assedly given a near lunatic state, but he tried. He tried to prevent it, but failed to in time and ended up punished again for it.

Jack really did rule his life. He'd thought to off himself on countless occasions. He was evil after all. Everyone viewed him as such. Even if it was only half true. He was so exhausted, but he tried again under a new name.

It went alright for about a month, but someone triggered Jack suddenly, sending him into a panic. As such, Ventus pleaded for people not to block him, and how bad it was to be forced into that mindset. He was scolded for it instead. Scolded and told not to be online if he was that ill, the only place he could socialize. It was...disheartening. What was worse were the torrents of people disregarding his pleas to just leave without blocking, instead of instantly blocking him. It didn't work.

There was so much panic to try and keep Jack at bay, but oddly enough, there wasn't the usual feeling of losing his consciousness. There wasn't the feeling of tar boiling his subconscious. No, there was none of that, because Jack never left since the first time. He was already here. And thanks to the first time around, Ven opted to give in completely. Allow Jack whatever he wanted. That was again just pitiful cyberbullying, something that he regretted heavily, but only because it made him look bad. Nothing happened to anyone. Hell, he doubted he'd care if anything actually did.

He pleaded with them not to turn him into a monster, but they didn't care and readily did it anyway because they wouldn't have to deal with it as long as he was gone. He still found a way to be a nuisance of course, but he wasn't by any means proud of it. He still heavily resented them all, if only because he'd grown to like them prior. He couldn't help but wonder why. If he asked and gave an alternative, why did they feel the need to yell at him for panicking and shove it in his face?

Nevertheless, he gave up on humanity. Maybe he was wrong, but everyone on good terms with him told him he was right so what did that mean? It was jarring. If only there was a definitive side. There never was though. There was always just black and white. A war between two opposing sides. One he didn't wish for as all he wanted were friends to keep him company and safe from his isolation. It was maddening.

By this point, he found that nothing could save him from his isolation. Perhaps he was destined to be locked up eventually for such an impaired mental state. Maybe this was practice. A warm up for the inevitable.

It was depressing. Maddening. Upsetting. He wished he would die and be free from everything.

He didn't mean it. He didn't mean for any of it. If only it would all just go away.

He wanted them dead. All the people that scorned him. All the people that lied to him. All the people that came up with smiles only to decide he wasn't worth it for one reason or another. He wanted them dead.

Jack was right. Humanity was rotten. Everything was wrong. It all deserved to be destroyed. That was okay though. He'd destroy everything. Especially the friends that insisted they wouldn't leave him only to do so anyway. He'd destroy them and then himself.

Author's notes: The interlude's don't have anything to do with the main story. They're just vent drabbles. The only reason I'm posting them is in case someone can relate and they feel at ease for that reason.

Nevertheless, I started the next actual chapter. It's not too far in, but it's started at least. I'll try to work on it today and tomorrow if needed and hopefully get it up by tomorrow.

Also this chapter is supposed to be jarring. It's not supposed to flow. It's supposed to feel back and forth. Because that's how my mind works.