Nothing else was out of place other than the terrible mistake that Arachne couldn't blame on other than herself.
Excalibur had responded with a confirmation of his beauty, going off on a tangent about his young pussy covered by his shoulder and how he'd tried to include Julianna in the shot, only for his swollen muscles to allow no such thing. He followed up with an onslaught of emojis that documented his embarrassment for his own body—but not really. But then he made a comment reminding Arachne about his asexuality, how he was saving his body for himself because only he could handle himself.
It confused her.
Why did he make such an unnecessary comment? Was it to remind her of her own shame and thirst for those who couldn't quench her? He'd already said such close to eighteen weeks when he'd posted his sword in response to a reply that belittled his junior.
Arachne scrolled up instead, to reread his initial reply, only to witness the worst possible thing she could have posted online onto the interwebs. Throwing her phone onto the tiles, she let out a sob from her rear end, mourning the loss of her carefully constructed online persona. She didn't have time to delete the comment; everyone had already seen it and Excalibur had already responded to it. There was also a track record for her comments on all the other posts, causing it to be strange if she hadn't commented.
Her trail of thought continued, her overthinking taking over her entire system and her butthole clenching in response to her stress. The pipes were getting backed up, she thought absentmindedly as the fumes escaped from between her thighs. From the corner of her eye, she realized that her iphone's screen was cracked from the impact, the icing on the top of her already horrible morning. She howled with pain.
The words kept repeating in her head.
"Nice b(eyes emoji)bies. Your sex pack too."
Sex pack. S-e-x pack.
Never in all her centuries had she wished she could summon the devil with three sixes. What she wouldn't give to turn back the time and fix her mistakes and her regrets.
It was the poops, she thought angrily, red blinding her vision as she tore toilet paper and wrapped it around her fingers. It was the stains that covered her bottom that also tainted her entire life, ruining her social life. Her idol had seen it. Her unholy three AM hotline bling wet dream. She could never return to him after this… this…. this!
Unworried about her manicured hands—since she would never post a picture ever again—she took the used paper and molded it into a poor replica of Excalibur, punching down his face into a terrible snout and elongating his hands like a yaoi character's close up. She continued to add to the mold, wiping behind before each fold was pressed onto the existing frame.
Arachne had already descended to hell with the little demons that nipped at her heels. There was nothing left for her after the greatest shit show went down. Her tears held the fibers together, and her fingers became more brown as she continued on. Eventually, she ended up with a small sized voo doo doll like figure.
She scooped her cracked iphone from where it landed, waddling back to the toilet as her undies fell further down her ankles. If it was going down, she was yelling timber, she thought as she snapped a shaky photo of the doll, captioning her final post as "The demon that came from within consumes me #excalibur #byefelicia," posting it without a single filter.
And within seconds, she saw a notification.
Excalibur: Noice. (poop emoi)
This is it, this is how she became a villain.
Throwing the phone and the crude doll down the toilet, she flushed it down with the rest of her feces, poker faced. Arachne turned off the fan and didn't bother with the febreeze.
Take a deep breath bitches.