Trollhood
Chapter 1
A girl stands in the middle of her room, quite happy to be there. You try to be this girl, and succeed. What is her name?
Your name is REVA SELPHY. You decorate your room with your COUNTLESS DRAWINGS of FELINES and CANINES, and various different REPTILES. A STUFFED SNAKE with feathers that sprout from its head sits on your bed neatly. A stack of books on PSYCHOLOGY you got from your good friend ROSE sit on your computer desk. You also love PHILOSOPHY, and find the world's problems EASY TO SOLVE. You've been BEST FRIENDS with JADE since you were little.
Your Chumhandle is upbeatTempest and you are a bit sarcastic and mysterious, but quite friendly~.
Today is a special day. Sburb Beta is coming in the mail, and it's John's Birthday! You suppose you should wish him a good one. You walk up to your laptop, and open Pesterchum. It seems TG is the only one online, and the so called "troll" is bothering you. You might as well answer them.
"CG began trolling UT.
UT: Hey douchebag!
CG: SHUT UP.
CG: JUST SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE SO I CAN SAY SOMETHING.
CG: I'M TRYING TO BE AT LEAST A LITTLE NICE.
UT: Right. That makes me a fanciful feline. Or a feathered snake. That's cool too~
CG: I SAID SHUT UP.
UT: Make me! Why are you always bothering me like this? You're always just trying to get to me. Well, it's just not gonna work, Mr. Troll.
CG: COULD YOU JUST SHUT YOUR GOGDAMN MOUTH LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO TYPE?
UT: Nope! Bye~
CG: WAIT. PLEASE, DAMNIT.
UT ceased being trolled by CG."
Jeez, that guy is a pain! Sometimes you barely understand people. That's why your psychology books come in handy. You captchalogue your psychology books into your Barter Modus. It works well, because if you want something, then you have to put another thing in to get it. And usually, you always want to trade something for something else, anyways. This time, nothing came out because you really haven't put much in there. It's fairly new, and it works miracles.
You almost forgot about John! It seems he's online now. You gladly pester him.
"UT began pestering GT.
UT: Hey John!
GT: oh, hey!
UT: Happy Birthday, John! I sent you a package in the mail, I hope you get it! It's a yellow one. :3
GT: haha, thanks reva! I really appreciate it. :)
UT: No problem! Whatchya up to~?
GT: I think my copy of sburb came in the mail, but I have to get past my dad to get it. :(
UT: Aww man, my package might be in there too :/ well, good luck!
UT: Something tells me you'll have one hell of a birthday :3
UT: Ugh, Dave's bothering me. Message me when you get Sburb, kay?
GT: sure thing! see ya!
UT ceased pestering GT."
It was nice to talk to John, but TG here obviously has his needs. You decide it's best to answer him.
"TG began pestering UT.
TG: hey
UT: What's up?
TG: im bored as fuck
TG: seems im out of luck
UT: No.
UT: I'm gonna stop you right there.
TG: what? Im just passing the time
TG: with sick beats and ill rhymes
TG: haha, cant handle it all?
TG: well here I am to break your fall
UT: You're obviously trying to hit on me.
UT: I'm not interested.
TG: wait, what
TG: hell no
TG: now there's a horrid thought brought up from the pits of hell
TG: I hope you burned yourself trying to pick that up
UT: Nope! I hade some oven mitts.
UT: Allow me to press this flaming mass against your face.
UT: Maybe it'll melt those shades off, and I'll finally be able to see your eyes~ :3
UT: Or maybe the heat will weld your shades to your face, and you'll never be able to take them off.
UT: Ever.
TG: ok
TG: you've officially sent chiles up my spine
UT: Haha, chiles?
TG: what
TG: shit, I cant even type
TG: I meant chills
UT: Whatever you say, coolkid~ No more bothering me with random raps, though.
UT: Hittin' on a girl like that is so 5 years ago.
UT: And I can hit you up with three rhymes in a row~
TG: haha, not bad.
UT: Thanks, Strider~ 3
TG: ugh
TG: stop
UT: Lol, I'm just teasing you! I just like messing with you~
TG: i figured
UT: Though I do think you're kinda cute… ;)
TG: oh gog
TG: i mean god
TG: im gonna go now
TG: before I moronically misspell anything else
UT: Haha, bye! 3
TG ceased pestering UT."
That was amusing. The you remembered Sburb was in the mail. You go downstairs toward the door to go check the mailbox, but you are confronted by something before you can even reach the door.