Chapter 24 is up. Take a look after this part.
AN: Hey, everyone. Chapter 24 is coming up in Thursday, at night. It's going to detail Frank's past, in middle school and why he wants to be a Bachelor. Not much else to say, but I hope that I don't come across any writer's block on this chapter. Without further, ado.
sbg1218, It's fine. You're free to detail your thoughts. You are right that Valkyrie is a dense dumbass, in fact I sometimes find it a little painful to write dialogue for him when he is dense. I have hinted multiple times that he wouldn't act like this at all around girls, in fact he is partially aware of this and questions it multiple times. I'm hinting towards something bigger to why he does do this and such.
Also, I'm not quite sure if you are sarcastic, on you wanting to know about Val's reasoning on him being a bachelor or not, but either way I'm trying to make it a traumatizing experience for him to follow that path.
Finally, the only one waiting to, in your words, "knock some sense into him" is that guy in the mask. He is aware of him making him slip up to do such things. He is a critical character in Val's inevitable return to reality.
TLDR, Val is partially aware that he is an idiot and questions it, the Bachelor excuse brings up something traumatic enough for him to do, and the guy in the mask is going to knock some sense into him... soon. Or maybe later.
But, hey! Thanks for thorough criticism dude, it's much appreciated!
Roast Lord, (Responding to your first review.) Well, you just read some Natsuki fluff that was really needed in this story, my lord. But whoa, calm down both figuratively and mentally, there pal. There is going to be innocent Yuri fluff soon too.
(Second review), I knew that it piss you off that you got Natsuki fluff, I'm sorry for that though. I had to include some comic relief on Val calling out Nat for being a thot and Sayori jumping in being a cockblock and a fan girl.
OH FUCK YOU GOT THE REAL FRANK? AIGHT AIGHT MY BAD BRO MY BAD. HE ALSO SHITPOST GOD LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN HIS TWITTER PAGE?
Anyway, thanks for review, my lord.
Mark, Maybe... maybe there is something messing with them.
And word? Sayori is a master cock-blocker. Thanks for the review.
Titan, I don't know why Val does this, smh. There is something messing with his thoughts, as he is somewhat aware of this.
I had to make a twist on Natsuki's father. Instead of going for his Act 2 persona, I wanted to make him a neglectful but hurt man.
Sayori is still suffering from depression, but right now it is dormant and is being off-setted by Tom. More than on that later. Thanks for reviewing dude!
P.S: Nice profile picture.
Pokémon, I'm glad to hear that you were laughing on that part. Thanks for saying that I make lit shit! And nah, It just that I didn't experience writers block. Val is going to get his vengeance soon, don't worry. Thanks for review, man!
Remiboi, OwO?
Yeah, I never doing that ever again. I'm so sorry.
Like always, you outdid yourself with your review! Woo! And no, I'm haven't fallen... yet. Anyway, I needed to flesh out her character just way she is, a proud but fragile and wounded soul.
And right?! Everything did go from 0-100 really fucking fast. I've also hinted that it wasn't a ecchi manga rather it's something more "hardcore". She's kind of a pervert...
And hey, I apologize for his density. I may have overshot it as well. And no, unfortunately she doesn't know of simulation though. It was a pure coincidence, actually. The reason why she said that is because, Yuri and Monika were going to make a move by then. Natsuki found out and needed to make a move soon.
Natsuki calling him out will now cause Val to think a lot more and THANK GOD A BIT LESS DENSE. Seriously it kinda hurts to write his dialogue, sometimes.
And I'm sorry, I don't do lewd chapters, well not just yet, really. I had to give a little twist to Natsuki's backstory, make her a lot more interesting. Monika actually lost her power due to the soft reset. Heheh. But she is going probably regain it later on.
I'll take your suggestion on the double date, though. Sayori's bet has something to do with that, you know...
And Jesus! You have 16 pages of reviews in your google docs? That's really impressive! You really put the grind in for that! Damn, dude!
Anyway, expect some thot action in Phys Ed! The girls are going to be in there, and definitely going to do some convincing. It'll be a pivotal point where Val would choose his friends or "other friends". As Guardian says, Stay Stronk Val.
Rocket riding? THAT SHITS FUN! I tried it once I got 2 kills before the rocket exploded from enemy fire. I was like WOAH! I get what you mean about 2nd place. You know what's worse? Going to a place that doesn't have jack shit when you jump. It makes you desperate as fuck! Like If you go a building and find a revolver only? You're utterly fucked.
And boogiedown? Nah. I'm good, I saw a kid do the scissor and the best friends emotes once. I didn't laugh but cringed and felt mad them. They are going to grow saying, "Fuck! I did that?!"
It's fine that you ramble into Fortnite, it's all the rage nowadays. Nice use of "let go" mate, and yeah, Yuri cuts because of her obsession and a way to keep calm around him.
Anyways, thanks for review fam.
P.S: delet dis
Quill, Thotsuki? I might use that as one of nicknames the squad uses in story. Maybe. I try to describe the situation a person is in and make them feel as if they could put themselves in their shoes. And no don't call the FBI pls.
Sayori might finna get smacked, but not literally though.
And I aint doubting your gains, grow on em. Like try to get a two plate squat down, cause that shits almost impossible to do.
It's cool that you do edits of photos, it's something you should pursue since your profile pic is nice.
And yes. Thotsuki.
Tsudzukete, I know right? Too bad he's gets turned on easily so he stand by his beliefs.
If I haven't mistaken, Unofficialalboy was the one who made that joke first, about the one where puts pencils in his pockets.
I really had to include the OWO in, because of Natsuki's love for manga. And hey, it might be you know, that. The MC in the third day of her route checked her out, right? So I thought maybe, she might be thicc. I dunno. Anyways...
Thanks for review dude!
P.S: Hey you need some water, fam?
Boi, She might as well indeed. Thankfully the swat team didn't come through or else they be breaking vases and falling into tables and shit, lmao. Thanks.
Ryustorm, Whoa ho, a thot? It's an acronym for That Ho Over There. They tend to play with men's hearts and try to get them by their side, by any means necessary.
Monika has lost control of the simulation due to the guy in chapter 20, reseting the everything, kind of. It's something that is vaguely assumed since both Yuri and Natsuki got pecked by Val. But eh, I should made it clear, my bad.
AN: Here you guys are. A little piece of our protagonist's past!
Note: The emboldened parts in Val's/Frank's memory is his own commentary. He is experiencing it himself once more, subconsciously.
I took a hard look at the computer screen once more. The computer picked up an anomalous change in the system's settings.
That's weird... How the fuck is this happening? What's causing the settings to change? I'm pretty sure that it isn't the AI that's doing it either... Otherwise, the computer would've warned me.
I clicked and opened the event log to get a better grip of what's going on.
"Opening... Granted."
I scanned the event log's entries in an attempt to find it, but the log was clogged and repeated a certain jumbled bit of code.
"R2l2ZSBQYXRpZW50IFByb2plY3QgQ29udHJvbA=="
At the end of each of the code, the entry log repeats a "Denied."
What the Hell is that? Is there a glitch in the system?
It's being denied by the system... That's good but...
I took a look at the response times of the machine.
"System responded to request in, 1.07 seconds. System has denied the request."
I scrolled down to the middle of system response log.
"System responded to request in, 9.51 seconds. System has denied the request."
I finally scrolled all the way to the end of log.
"System responded to request in, 35.91 seconds. System is processing request... System has denied the request."
"Error! Missing 9 files! It is recommended to start a system repair as soon as the patient recovers!"
Shit... That doesn't look good, the system is slowly becoming unstable. And it's losing files somehow!
But, first things first, fixing that code and to re-input it back into the system.
I brought the text file to one side of the screen, and opened a code recovery program to try and translate the bit of code to binary.
"Running... Initialization complete. Copy and paste the broken code to fix."
I copied the jargon of code onto the program and hoped that it would work.
"Detected, Base 64. Translating..."
Base 64? The fuck? What's that doing there?
The program finished translating the message, and out read:
"Give Patient Project Control"
Oh fuck! Someone's trying to give the patient complete control!
Out of fear, I opened up the secret backdoor to the AI that I installed after my call with the director.
It allowed me to track everyone of her movements, but I couldn't risk taking the AI down.
It would be too risky if I did, the AI would detect a takedown and protect itself.
By doing that, it grows more intelligent and resists any further attempts on it's routine.
I just need a security vulnerability to pierce...
If I can get Project Control, then I can find just one... just one vulnerability easily!
But, if I do that, I'll have a very small window of time to find it...
There's no telling what the AI might do if I had control...
She might even snatch it from me...
Then, all Hell will break loose...
I scrolled down the to see if the AI had anything to do with it.
...
Ctrl+F... Let's see if there is any abnormalities...
The keywords I typed in were:
"Control"
"Delete"
"Reset"
Nothing out of the ordinary, besides the AI trying to reset the system in random intervals...
Hmm... There's no correlation between both of the requests.
Nothing... The AI is still going about in it's rampage, but currently not seeking control of the project.
I got up and walked up to the window, trying to relax myself from the revelation I found.
Fuck... This isn't good. Project Control is something me and the boss only discussed about.
Hell! I didn't even tell the team that this prototype had an AI in the first place!
If only I found another model to base off the AI from...
I knew that she's too unpredictable!
She was already "self-aware", but I didn't know that it would spill over here!
Fuck!
...
Still, this is something the boss should know.
Hopefully, he'll know what to do...
I pulled out my phone and dialed my bosses' number.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
I walked over to the window and looked outside.
Jesus, it almost sunset... How long have I been here for?
He picked up.
"Speak." His shrewd voice said.
"Ahem. Sir! Something's in the Project is trying gain Project control. I thought it was the AI attempting to gain access to it, but that's not the case."
"Hmm, strange... Any clue on who's attempting to seek control?"
"I'm not sure. But the code that came out in event logs states: 'Give Patient Project Control'."
"Patient? Isn't the patient in the machine, now?"
"I would think so, sir. We discussed about project control, so do you have access to the machine? If you do, then you can block any Project Control requests."
He grumbled.
"Let me try. This is something of utmost importance."
I hear him typing on his laptop and trying to connect the machine.
He gave a grunt.
"Technican, the machine is blocking all incoming connections."
I glance back at the machine.
"I see. Let me see if I can do something in my end."
I walk back to machine and sat down on the seat.
I opened up an app to see if any inbound connections were blocked or not.
There was nothing wrong with the connection acceptances, all was working as it is.
"No, sir. The machine is ready to accept any connections, but it doesn't have any entry with yours, sir."
"Are you sure that this isn't the AI's doing?"
Doesn't hurt to double check.
"Let me check..."
I pulled up backdoor once more, and looked for any disturbances that caused the connections to go haywire.
I searched for the keywords of:
"Connections"
"Incoming"
"Director"
"Request"
But to no avail, there was nothing.
"There's nothing, sir. The AI has nothing to do with this."
"Then what's causing it? Someone's trying to give the patient control in his memories. But, that shouldn't be possible, the patient is oblivious to the simulation and treats it as if it was real life."
"You're right, sir... It can't be the patient."
"Technician, check the rescuer, see if he's pulling any strings."
I looked over to the rescuer.
What? How would he have any power?
I obliged.
"Yes, sir. I'm checking the rescuer's event log right now."
I opened up his event log and checked if anything was off about it.
I felt my eyes widen from the data I was crunching.
What the fuck?
"Detected, multiple repressed memories on p-atient- 2-"
Patient 2? What memories? The only one hooked on to the machine is...
No way!
"Sir! I found something very disturbing! The machine is focusing on both patient and rescuers for repressed memories!"
"What?" My bosses' voice rose.
"How is that possible? The machine is not supposed to have that much computing power!"
"I figured the same too, sir. I'm going to run a diagnostic on any errors in prototype, maybe that'll fix any of the errors I'm seeing."
He gave stressed sigh.
"Very well. I'll be conferring with the team to get remote access to the machine. Get rid of this problem, Technican. The corporation needs to be successful on this. And this is our only shot at it. Goodbye."
He hung up.
I put my phone away into my pocket.
The computer screen glowed a soft blue.
What? Was there something being processed?'
"P-atient-2 repressed memory processing complete, 'Bachelor'. Ready for playback and stabilization."
I scratched my head in confusion, unsure on what to do next.
A repressed memory named Bachelor? What? This doesn't even seem to be from the patient!
How did the rescuer become the patient?!
What went wrong?
I checked the rescuer's vitals.
No, he isn't in a comatose state. He's just fine...
What the Hell...
"Granted. Repressed memory playing. Accessing..."
Wait, what? How the hell is this starting?!
I tried to stop the memory playback, but the computer has halted any inputs, rendering it useless.
"Memory starting... 59%... 68%... 89%... 100%... Beginning."
The computer screen froze completely, there was nothing working.
I threw my hands up in defeat, and decided that I would let the computer run the memory.
This is ridiculous, I have no control at this point anyway.
But...
Something's up... Besides the AI, now I have to worry about this strange "ghost" in the machine, breaking the damn machine!
...
God, what a mess.
"Accessing User database..."
"Granted. User name: Frank G. Jones"
"Memory stabilization complete, disabling placeholder name: Valkyrie"
"Beginning..."
It was the last day of school.
And it was a half day.
I remember sitting down in math class, ignoring what the teacher had to say about high school.
Currently, he was just talking about his high school experience. I couldn't bother to care, since I hated that teacher and him as a person.
He wouldn't believe me on anything I say, and would sometimes doubt my answers on difficult questions.
Questions that I knew I got right...
Anyway, it was my last year in this god-forsaken middle school. I was glad that I'm leaving this school and to start anew in high school.
I was looking outside, it was a beautiful sunny day. The trees were healthy green and there were birds chirping. I couldn't wait to go outside...
But, I quickly realized that I was still in this prison.
Hopefully, it won't be a prison in high school...
Maybe, I won't run into another faggot like Astillas...
I wasn't going to high school alone, however.
There was this girl that was going with me.
She was one of the few actual friends I had in this school.
In fact, she was the first one to be friends with me...
Her name is Tracy Madison...
I sighed happily at the thought of her.
My mind raced back to that faithful day to when we first met...
I sat down in cafeteria alone.
I still couldn't believe that I wasted my gum pack on a bunch of meanies like Astillas...
It hurt me that they didn't like me and didn't care about me.
I thought they would accept me when I gave them my pack of gum...
I guess I was wrong.
I laid my head down, as usual.
I didn't want to speak to anyone.
Everyone I knew that was new, have already found friends to sit with and talk to.
Me, on the other-hand...
I tried talking with other groups, and maybe fit in...
But, that wasn't the case.
They wouldn't talk to me, they would just believe as if I wasn't there.
They never mentioned me.
When I ran out of patience, I try to speak up and relate to them, but I get shot down by some kid...
They usually say:
"Speak when spoken to!"
"Who are you?"
"Beat it!"
And I would always walk away, hurt.
I had a feeling Astillas said something about me, and that's why I am being hated so much...
So, instead of talking to anyone and getting hurt, I decided to seclude myself to talk when spoken to.
There I was... alone.
Until, I heard a someone walk up to me and sit right next to me.
I picked my head up and scooted away from whoever was next to me.
I didn't bother to look at the person, so I put my head down again.
I heard the kid scoot up to me again.
I picked my head up again, and turned timidly to the person.
My heart stopped as I saw the person in front of me.
It was girl...
There was a blonde girl sitting right next to me.
She giggled at me.
"Hehe! This is pretty fun to do!"
I had no idea what to say...
Girls never sat with me in elementary school. They were just there...
My friends and I, back in the day would usually go to them, play with them a bit, talk, or just hang out with.
But now?
I don't know how to react...
"I-I guess..."
"Hey, my name's Tracy! What's yours?"
"Um... My name is Frank..." I meekly say.
"Frank? That's a cute name!"
I smiled in a dorky manner.
There was someone who actually liked my name!
My smile faded right after.
"O-oh... Thank you..."
"Your welcome!" She replied vibrantly.
I thought she might be my first friend...
I thought I wouldn't be alone anymore...
I thought I could smile at bit more...
Oh. How I was wrong that thought that.
But, my self-doubt said otherwise.
She would be much happier with other people.
She shouldn't waste her time and energy with me.
I should ask her to leave.
"C-can I ask why you are sitting with me?"
"Oh, I wanted to sit with you because you looked so lonely! And also, eheh..."
Her eyes darkened a bit.
"And cause I don't anywhere else to sit..."
I felt bad for her, she was in the same state as me.
I couldn't believe that she didn't have anywhere else to sit.
She was really pretty!
...
I should apologize to her...
"I-I didn't know... Sorry that I asked..."
"Ah. It's okay! Asking personal things is one of the steps to being friends, right?"
I was taken aback from her friendliness.
It was most likely because that I was rejected from everyone.
I couldn't pass up a chance to be friends with her.
She wanted to be friends with me!
And it's a really pretty girl!
"Y-yeah! You're right!"
"Hehe! I know, I'm right!"
After that fateful encounter, we started to talk about many things...
We talked about what we liked and what disliked...
Talking about the trend at the time and how cool it was to follow it...
Turned out, that we had a lot of things in common...
I felt actually felt like I can let loose, even though it was a girl.
I always found myself smiling around her.
Eventually we bonded.
We hanged out in every possible free moment...
We worked together, sat together, and played together...
We trusted each other with secrets and sometimes gossiped about of other people.
We spoke about problems that bothered us and comforted each other...
We told each other what we were going to do in the future...
We did almost everything together.
Tracy was kind, caring, smart, friendly, had the sense of humor as me...
She was the perfect girl...
And it was inevitable that I developed feelings for her.
Tracy was also very beautiful...
Her blonde hair flowed in the air like gold...
Her blue eyes always had a sense of hope for everything...
Her smile made the coldest heart, warm again...
Her laugh made my heart tickle with joy...
I cared about her.
And she cared about me.
But did she like me back?
Oh, I found out a bit too late on that.
The school bell rang, disrupting my thoughts.
"Okay, students!"
The math teacher spoke.
"Prom is today, right after school! Bring your friends and bring your dates! Good luck to you all! It's been an honor!"
Right... This middle school tries so hard to simulate a high school environment.
At times it is just disappointing how teachers treat the school as if they were students back in the day...
Everyone started to get up and leave the classroom.
Some gave their farewells and some didn't.
I sighed, knowing the class has passed and I'm free to go to home now.
But I couldn't...
I left the classroom and walked to keep the traffic up.
I was alone with my thoughts...
Today is the day.
Today is the day where I ask Tracy to prom.
And maybe... today is the day, where I get the confidence to finally confess to her.
I smile at the prospect of me and Tracy being a couple...
I go down the stairs of the school and meet up with her.
I see her next to her locker.
She was wearing a light red hoodie with a black t-shirt underneath, as well as skinny jeans and black converses.
Tracy never noticed me when she was in her locker.
It was fun to mess with her while she was at it.
I snuck up behind her and tapped her left shoulder.
"Huh?" She turned to the left.
"Haha! Gotcha!" I chuckled as she fell for the ruse.
She gave me a glare.
"Argh... Frank, are you ever going to let that go?"
I smirked.
"Nah. I don't think I will."
"Pff... Whatever. Anyway, can you believe it's the last day of school? I swear, the school year went by so fast..."
She gets up and takes away her lock from her locker.
We start our walk to the exit of school.
"I know right? It felt as if it was yesterday when we first met..." I said dreamily.
"Yeah... You were such a loner back then!"
My smirk grew to smile. I knew what to say to counter her.
"Oooh, this is rich! Coming from the girl who wanted to sit with me, because she couldn't find anyone to sit with!"
She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. You're lucky that I'm altruist. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have to worry about your sorry ass."
"Uh huh, sure..."
"I'm serious, Frank!"
Just tell her already, Frank... She's already comfortable around you...
We would continue to argue at this point. But I needed to ask her the question.
"Okay, I believe you."
She was taken aback. Tracy didn't expect that from me.
"Wha-what?"
"Look, I wanted to ask you something. It's something important."
She got her confidence back again, albeit a bit worried from my serious tone.
"Sure, what's up?"
I took a deep breath, and readied myself to ask her the question.
My heart couldn't stop pounding.
My brain couldn't stop thinking.
My palms couldn't stop sweating.
It's now or never, Frank!
"W-Will you go to Prom, with me?" I nervously say.
Tracy gasped at my proposal.
And she blushed.
I rarely see her flustered like that.
But seeing her like that, made me feel euphoric.
"Yes! I will! I mean... yeah, sure."
Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yeah!
She was nervous, but I was feeling confident.
We begin walking again.
"Okay, what time should we walk to school?"
"U-Um... at around 8:30?"
"Good idea, Prom starts at 9."
We reach the exit of the school
"O-Okay... I'll guess I'll see you then?"
"Yep. I'll see you then."
"B-Bye!" She awkwardly said as she moved to her general direction.
"Bye." I waved, as I moved towards my way home.
I had a feeling that this is going to be the start of something beautiful...
If only I knew how wrong I was...
"Memory segment irrelevant! Skipping to earliest relevant memory!"
...
It's 8:15. I should get a move on.
I had my tuxedo on, my dad's cologne and my hair combed.
I was ready for the time of my life.
I was ready for a change!
I remember being in the living room, getting one last look at myself before going out.
My mother gasped at me.
"Aww! You look so dashing in that!" She took a picture with her camera.
I flinched from the lens flare, burning into my vision and creating annoying spots.
She petted my head.
"My little Frankie has grown up! I never thought I would see my little boy date a beautiful girl!" My mom pointed out.
I rolled my eyes.
"Mom! I'm not dating her! I'm only taking her to prom! There's a difference!"
My dad entered room, chuckling.
"Sure, Frank. You 'aren't dating her'. You are just 'taking her to prom'. We can see the difference."
I knew my dad was mocking me.
"Dad! Come on!"
He patted my head.
"Ah..." He put hand on his chin. "Deborah, remember when I first asked you to prom?"
My mom sighed.
"I do, Harold... I felt my heart jump when you asked me out..."
My dad walked up to my mom.
"Yeah... how could I pass up a chance to be with you?"
He kissed her forehead.
"Heh, I would have been crazy to give you up. It's always fun with you around..."
I cringed at the sight of my parents about to make out...
I swiftly took my leave and exited my house.
I made my way towards Tracy's house.
My mind couldn't help but think of things that could go wrong...
But I never thought that he would take her away from me.
Oh man... What happens if Prom gets cancelled?
What if she gets hurt somewhere?
What if she doesn't want to dance with me?
What if she doesn't...
Like me back?
I was so troubled that I didn't realize I was her front door step.
That was quick!
...
Okay! Here goes!
I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
I waited about a minute.
What's taking her so long?
Isn't there anyone in the house?
I rang the doorbell again.
I waited another minute.
...
There was no movement in the house.
She isn't there...
I pulled out my flip-phone and dialed her number.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
She picked up.
"Frank? Where are you?"
What?
"Where are you? I am outside your house!"
"Oh, uh... you see my mom decided that she needed to go somewhere... and she couldn't let me stay at the house alone, so she just drove me to school!"
I heard some snickering and stifled laughter in the background.
I don't like this...
I shrugged it off.
"Okay. I'm coming over to school right now."
"... Wish... you didn't... Alright, see you then Frank!"
She hung up almost abruptly.
What did she say after I said I was coming over?
It was something I should I've thought a bit more on.
I shrugged it off, thinking she was with her friends.
Her mom's usually busy, so I shouldn't be so surprised...
It's just a minor setback, nothing to worry about.
With my thoughts shackled, I made my way towards the school I hated.
I couldn't help but think of the good times I was going to have with Tracy.
I remained hopeful that she would enjoy her time with me.
Hopeful that she would dance with me...
Hopeful that she would like me...
Hopeful that she would maybe... just maybe...
Be a couple.
I finally made it to the entrance of the school.
The music and commotion from Prom leaked outside. Everyone was having a good time.
I was feeling anxious about all this.
Alright! Alright! Let's do this!
I walked inside the entrance of the school, moving towards the gym.
The music grew louder and louder as I got closer.
I rested my hand on the handle.
It's now or never.
I twisted the handle and pulled the door.
I was in.
I looked all over for her.
Everyone was everywhere.
They were talking, lounging about, eating, and such.
The Prom dance hasn't started yet.
I looked for her again but I couldn't find her.
I took out my phone and called her again.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
"Frank? What now?!"
She sounded annoyed, probably because she was in the middle of something.
"Where are you, Trace? I'm literally in the gym!"
"Oh! Uh... I'm entering the gym right now! Where are you?"
"I'm near the stage. Are you coming to me?"
"Yeah."
She hung up.
And so I waited a few minutes again.
I started to feel that she toying with me...
My heart felt dull, the rush of hope was escaping me.
No... She wouldn't do that. I know her!
We've been friends for a long time!
We're going to the same high school, together!
Why am I feeling so worried?!
I should be suspicious.
I should be happy!
"Frank! Frank! Over here!" Tracy yelled to my side.
I turned to my side with a grin, my heart revitalized by the sight of her.
"Tracy!" I ran up to her.
She was wearing a gorgeous teal dress that hugged her growing curves and her hair was shinier than gold itself.
Tracy is hot.
And I couldn't deny it anymore.
"Hey, I'm sorry about kind of ditching you at home. I just... forgot to call you."
"Trace, it's fine. Things happen, I understand."
She sighed, relieved.
"Thanks, Frank. I'll make it up to you by dancing with you."
My eyes shot up.
"Really?!"
As if on cue, the music all of a sudden got slower.
"Yup. Now, are we doing this or what?" She said with her signature smile.
That smile.
Oh, that damn smile...
"Let's do this."
I take her hand and moved in closer to everyone who was slow dancing.
I grip her hips and we started to sway to the beat.
"This is all romantic..." She said dreamily.
"Yeah, I guess it is." I follow.
I started to take step and she followed too.
Sway and step, Frank...
Just sway and step...
We elegantly danced and swayed to slow and sappy beat of the song.
I can see why people enjoy doing this...
I looked to her blue eyes.
It's all very romantic, indeed.
Our swaying and stepping were in perfect sync, we didn't have anything to worry about anymore.
"Trace..."
I need to tell her now...
"Yes, Frank?"
"I known you for a while now..."
"Yeah...?"
"I been meaning to ask you but..."
I looked away.
"But do you like me? Not as friends but-"
"But as something more?" She finished.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah... Do you?"
"W-well... do you?"
"Me? I... Yes. I do, I like you more as a friend, Trace..."
"W-wow... I... I need to think this out..."
She pulls away from me.
"I'll be back..."
"I understand, Trace... Take your time."
She nodded and hurriedly leaves the gym.
I walk to the exit and waited for her to come back.
Did I do the right thing?
Confessing?
I don't know...
I think I did the wrong thing.
No! I did the right thing, it was now or never!
If I did it too late, then she would only see me as a friend!
I don't want that! I want to be with her!
I want to hug her, hold her, kiss her, and live my life with her!
Damn it...
Despite my heart feeling so much happier, my mind didn't. My self-doubt was eating me alive...
...
Why isn't she coming back?
What's taking her?
...
Should I take a look?
My self-doubt got the better of me.
I need to check on her.
I pushed the door and exited the gym.
My body felt heavier as I left.
I have a really bad feeling about this...
I hurriedly walked around the hallway, looking for her.
The bathrooms are closed. The only bathrooms open are in the gym.
I rationalized that she was in the classrooms somewhere.
I walked around the classroom area.
My body felt sluggish...
The bad feeling inside is growing...
I have hope right?
Hope...
I came across the science room from 6th grade...
"Astillas..." I muttered with venom.
Out of pure suspicion, I looked into the glass window.
I raised an eyebrow at the sight.
What the Hell is he doing there?
Astillas was in a corner with his back to the door, as if he was covering something...
No... It was someone!
What is he even doing?!
I leaned in for a closer look.
My eyes widened at the sight.
There was a teal dress right in front of him.
Tracy?!
Is that her?!
It was her... the proof I needed is when she ran to a side of room, gleeful and laughing at Astillas.
The heat from my face escaped me.
The tears running down my face weren't cold, they were hot. They were the only things heating my cold face.
No...
I kicked the door with all the force I can muster.
NO!
The door swung right open.
Both of them were surprised by me.
There was a long of moment of silence.
The only sound audible was my tears falling to the floor.
Tracy was bewildered at the sight of me, and broke the silence.
"F-Frank?! What are you doing here?!"
"Babe, don't worry, I got this." Astillas placed an a reassuring hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.
Tracy didn't change her expression.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the weirdo. The fuck you want? Can't you see we were a little busy?"
"I-I..." I stuttered.
"Wow, the freak can't even make a fucking sentence! Can you fucking leave, already?"
I tried to calm myself down, but the effects of a broken heart were still overwhelming me.
I coughed.
"W-Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why did you take her away from me?!"
He walked up to me.
"Because I had to! I needed to tell Tracy over here, how much of freak you are!"
"What do you mean?! How the fff... FUCK am I a freak?!"
"Why should I tell you? You already know!"
"Bullshit! You don't know anything about me, you asshole!"
He shoved me.
The surprise shove made me lose balance and I fell to the floor.
"I do, you twat! Now get out! Me and Trace need to make up for lost time!" He yelled.
I was broken...
I have never felt such anger in my life.
I hate him.
I hate Middle School.
I hate love.
I hate bullies.
I hate everyone.
And most importantly...
I hate her.
I was angrier than a raging bull, I can see my field of vision grow more focused and somehow redder towards the asshole.
I was growling, ready to break something with all the anger I had.
"Look at this freak! He's getting angry at me!"
Astillas looked towards the frightened Tracy.
"See, Trace?! He's a-"
I lunged at him, gripping his throat with my hand.
I heard her gasp.
"W-what the fuck?!" He said with difficulty.
My eyes sharpened at him.
"I'm going to make you pay."
My voice sounded completely foreign to me.
It was deeper, aggressive, and focused...
"Fuck off!"
He gripped my throat and squeezed it.
I didn't feel the pain from it. Instead, I brought my free hand and applied even more pressure.
I was choking Astillas...
And it felt great.
He was giving pleas of mercy as he ran out of breath.
"Stop! I can't breathe! Stop it! Please, man! I can't breathe!" He said, attempting to claw my grip away from his throat.
"I begged for you to give me mercy, but you didn't! You gave me no quarter! Now suffer!"
With renowned grit, I squeezed his throat with everything I got.
He was giving sounds of struggle. He was growing even more desperate, scratching my hands to stop the strangling.
"Frank! Stop! Please!"
Trace ran up to my arm and tried to pull it away from my grip on his throat.
She succeeded but I pushed her away, falling to the desks near by.
Astillas fell to his knees, rubbing his throat, coughing violently and breathing heavily, trying to survive from my choke.
"You're a fucking monster! Holy shit, what the Hell is wrong with you!" He yelled, getting up from the floor.
My rage wasn't redeemed just yet.
I balled my fists up.
"No one touches me and gets away from it! Now, I'm going to beat the shit out you-"
I swung my fist towards his face, making his stagger backwards and fall onto the floor.
His nose broke and it was bleeding.
He's unconscious. Now he'll know not to fuck with me.
"Frank! What the Hell is wrong with you!" Trace screamed at me, recovering from the push I gave her.
She shoved me in pure rage.
I didn't budge from the push.
Instead my anger boiled once more.
"Don't you fucking dare, call me by that." I pointed at her accusingly.
"You betrayed my trust and took my heart. You threw it away, and believe this cunt?! I thought I knew you!"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"You do know me! You just walked in the wrong time!"
"Do you expect me to fucking believe that?! I saw you enjoy his company! You were laughing from how much fun he was giving you!"
She was completely silent.
"Since you aren't saying shit, I know I am right. Now."
I crystallized my voice to ice.
"I don't want you to ever come to my house, I don't want to ever see you, don't call me, don't text me. Just stay the Hell away from me, alright! You fucking whore!"
She was looking away in shame, her face covered by her hands and was whimpering.
She was crying because of me. And I couldn't care less.
"Just so you know. I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. Goodbye."
I stomped to the exit of the classroom.
I was too angry to cry more.
I just wanted to leave this place forever.
I didn't want to be near this school anymore.
I exited the school not so long after.
I heard the slow dance music grow softer and softer as I put more distance behind me.
Fuck Astillas.
And fuck Tracy.
I'll permanently remember them as those who destroyed my life.
I will never let go of them.
I will always hate them.
...
Why?
Why Trace?
Why did you betray me?
I thought you hated him...
I thought you were on my side...
I thought you understood for who I was!
God, why did I confess to you?
I feel even worse now...
I shouldn't have met you.
I should have moved away from you that day.
I shouldn't have given my deepest and darkest secrets.
I should have avoided you.
I shouldn't fell in love with you...
I didn't know how it long it took for me to get home.
I didn't want to see my parents like this.
I sat down on the stairs leading up to my house.
I looked up at the stars...
They were beautiful tonight...
They were beautiful, just like light of a certain girl's eyes...
And darkness of the stars between them...
They reminded me of him.
I will never fall in love again...
My heart will never be the same...
I will prove to them that I will be successful.
I will be powerful and wealthy.
I will use this hate to drive my motives to success.
I will be a Bachelor.
And no one is going to change my mind.
No one.
And I swear to that.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing...
N̸̪͔̱̱̻͚̮̭̼̥̟̲̗̺͈͔͕ͤ̅ͣ̑̾̓̃̉ͪͩͥͭ̎͋ͬͮ́̚̚͞͠O͇̗̫̲̞̤͓̘͙̮̠̘͙̮̤̦̼̪ͯ̀̉͐͗ͭ̓̈́̃ͥ͟͠ͅT̨ͦ̌̑̅̍͋̆ͬͦ͒́̚҉҉̣͈̻̝͚Ḩ̷̵̼̥̩̞ͪ͐̈́̐̀́ͩ̔ͪͦ̊ͨ͌̿͆̂͘͠I̵̴̧̱̩̲ͮ̆ͧͧ͝͠N̢̬̳̺̘̗̗̭̰̮̹̹̥̭̳̊͐̽̃̾ͯ͛̔̿ͬ͒̏̽̅̒ͮ͊́̚͘͠ͅG̵̸̸̣͓̦̝͉͚̾̊̈̀͌͊̀͊̒ͦ̑̏ͪ̅̚!ͦ͊ͤͬͭ͐́̂͘҉̡̘̤̘̙̲̩̠̲͖͓̳̬̱̼͍͙̰
"Repressed memory segment complete. Reinitializing simulation."
My pace to the lunchroom was slowed down drastically...
I couldn't tell why...
It felt that something in the past, gave me pangs of pain...
My heart... Why does my heart feel this?!
Just ignore it, V̵̷̢̝͎͔̭͈̱̬̜̫̬͙͍͇̬̝̹̋̈͗̉̒̈́ͣ͂̄ͤͦͥ̅̀ͭ̀͝ą̶͈̤̝͍̹̪̜̠̳͖̰̫̙̗̇ͫͬ̋̕l̵̩̖̫͎͓̖͓͖̫̆͋͑̀̽́ͮ͜͠͡͠ͅ.̢̳̺̣̝̏͌̿̾̊̌̔ͧ͋̇̊ͥ͂̿ͥ̀͜͞
I'll be fine...
I will be fine...
I hope...
I opened the door to the lunchroom, with Natsuki's manga in hand.
I looked for my friends and found them. They were all sitting together, laughing at things, presumably jokes.
Whatever hate or sadness I felt, dissipated when I saw them.
I smiled, knowing that I had nothing to worry about anymore.
What was I sad about?
Something about my heart?
Whatever, it was just a random episode...
I'll be fine.
AN: Not much to say, but the next chapter is the gym chapter. Right after that is the club meeting. Going forward to the reviews.
TheSonOfSovietUnion, Whoever puts those pencils in his pockets needs to stop, smh. And yup, there is going to be 3 endings. The third ending is going to be a fan ending, but I haven't quite worked out the details of it yet. Thanks for the review!
BananaMoe, Well, I'm sorry for writing out him like this...
Guardian, What are talking about I'm not a pink golf ball, I'm John Wick from Fortnite, smh. I admit, I chuckled at how you wrote:
"'I like you idiot' *dial up internet sounds*."
And I don't laugh out-loud often, rather I just breath out a bit more through the nostrils.
AND SAYORI IS ANNOYING AF, I KNOW
Stay filthy
Storm, Draw! Expect some Yuri action at the next chapter, Saturday is when Monika and Val go on a 'date'. Thanks for the review.
Roast Lord, I know, I was just saying. I expected you get a little annoyed from the sudden and intense fluff, since your best girl is Yuri. But don't worry! The next chapter is focused on both Yuri and Monika!
Yo, the war?! That final showdown at Jew Central was full of WEAVES and CHROMOSOMES BEING FLUNG OUT. And Chin Chin is just a emo pink guy smh. I'm glad he got fucking herpies.
Please don't roast me
Thanks for the review!
Anyway, expect another chapter at Saturday. Have a good one.