It was a cold winter's morning, the sun shone bright and all was well in the world... or at least it seemed to be. Ristar had just woken up from a deep sleep undisturbed, and was quite glad because it was a Saturday, which was Ristar's day off.
Making himself a cup of coffee, he sat down in front of his chromebook in order to access his favourite website on the whole internet, of course I mean fanfiction dot net. Because it was a chromebook, it did take 12 minutes to properly load the page, only for it to be a slow and buggy mess. But Ristar didn't mind, because unlike you he has some actual patience and appreciates the small moments in life instead of constantly rushing from one thing to another until our inevitable death, but I digress.
Opening up the page, Ristar was excited to see the dozens of quality stories that lie on such a prolific website, but soon a thought that would prove to be quite disastrous entered his mind.
'Gee, I wonder if there is a category on here about me and my game." Ristar said, moving his cursor over to the "games" category. This would be the last socially proactive thing Ristar would do.
As his eyes scanned the list searching desperately for his name to appear, the horrible truth of the situation became clear to him. The cosmic weight knowing such an unjust and cruel universe existed where Ristar didn't have a category on fanfiction began to be felt by the meagre star.
First his heart raced faster than it ever had. Then he felt hot and began sweating uncontrollably, followed by sensation that his skin was burning. He could see the hot blood, boiling through his veins, feeling every moment of this horrible existence. His skin began to peel off, his face growing heavier and looser by the second. Ristar couldn't take the suffering much longer. He dragged his near lifeless corpse through the kitchen. Although he could barely function, he knew what he needed to do. Grabbing a knife from the counter top, he cut his wrists on his lovely (and famously stretchy) arms. He knew he was going to die, and he might as well make the process quicker.
Soon after, I (yes me, the author himself) approached the door, looking to visit my old friend and admirer Ristar. I knocked on the door and waited for a response that never came. Little did I know that my friend and possible love interest was already dead.
I could sense something was wrong, as I have a keen sense of justice and a high awareness of situations such as these, so I decided to let myself in Ristar's home without his permission, just this once and for his own well being, of course. But what I found was more than disturbing, as Ristar was dead on the floor.
My first thought was to hide the body, as I knew that I'd be the first suspect in this yellow star's murder, but that changed when I surveyed the scene. My eyes trained themselves on the laptop, and it page opened on fanfiction. Surely I could understand committing suicide when on fanfiction, but Ristar was far stronger than that. However, on closer inspection I understood the weight of the situation.
His wounds were far more fatal than simply suicide, someone or something did this. It then came upon me that Ristar was looking through the "games" category, and I understood everything. Ristar wasn't meant to know this horrible truth, I had tried my best to shelter him until the problem had been solved, but it appeared that I ran out of time.
For years I had tried my best to make sure that Ristar was a category, but no matter how hard I tried, the moderators, or should I say tyrants, that ran this website refused to listen to me. Although I was only doing this to help my good friend and be a good person, it appeared that these tyrants don't care about the life of others.
Now, as a result, I sit here, a life ended and another one ruined. I turn to you audience and plea for your kindness and empathy, if you have any. Make Ristar a category on fanfiction. Do it for me, do it for yourself, and most importantly... do it for Ristar.
Ristar ~ 1995 – 2022 R.I.P
