The Filler Chapter

His name was Ryo. We introduced each other. That's something to begin with.

"Bleeding bitch, huh?" Ryo said. "Well, to be honest, she is a really big one."

We start laughing and snickering. Then that dragged onto a minute.

We went to the feminine products section with Sayori first, with Claire the aisle next to us. We stayed silent. After Sayori and the rest of the three girls grabbed tampons, pantiliners, we waltzed quickly, out of a vicinity where a bitchy leviathan is coming for us.

"Is she bleeding down there?" Ryo quietly, and perhaps kindly asked.

"I am," Sayori replied coldly. "I am literally wearing pairs of his underwear."

"What?" Ryo looked at me questionably. I replied with an interpretation of a shrug in a facial expression. Imagine that. The mind has no limits of imagination.

"Don't look," Sayori stated again. "Or I will kill you."

"Sayori," I warned her.

"What? I have a period."

"Jesus, you're making us sound like boyfriend-girlfriend."

"The hell?" She replied.

"Oh, please, you're a marriage on the rocks," Yuri commented.

"True," Monika chimed in. "You're cursing at each other too much."

"Said the cunning linguist," I replied back.

"What?" She replied back.

"You know what I mean."

Silence.

Monika snapped. "Oh, for fuck's sake-"

"There it is! I was waiting for that."

Passing by the meat aisle, I grabbed two hunks of meat, both steaks, as the dinner was quite special, and was the most expensive thing I ever cooked in poor old university. Or college, whatever the fuck you call it. Guess the dinner. You'll get no reward. I also grabbed another two more, rationing more for the next week. Yeah, I'm guessing that these girls are a bunch of bitches that don't want to eat instant noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner because that's the cheapest thing. If they don't, heh, fuck it, because I get that green dollar.

Actually, it looks like Monopoly money. No, there isn't the Franklin face of our dollars, we have Queen Elizabeth and other people plastered in oranges, pastel greens and fancy colors.

ME: Do they call it dollars here? I'm used to calling it dollars, and most people call it dollars, but on a legal term, is it actually a dollar?
THE SHIT AUTHOR: Yeah, they do. Like sweet home corporate America.
ME: Oh wow.
AUTHOR: By the way, I saw 'The Shit Author' right beside what I said earlier.
ME: You noticed?
AUTHOR: Continue with the damn story.

"So what do you do for a living?" I ask, wheeling the trolley as he briefly gets some items swiftly without a glance. I grabbed the nearest loaf of bread, to make them try spreads and shit like that, so I don't have to cook. Also, I have a toaster. And spreads. Shit like that, too.

"I work for computers," he replied back. Classic Asian profession.

"Hardware or software?"

"Software. OS. Linux. I work to update the OS again and again, and there are 16,000 of us working on the updates, mostly bug-fixing, but there's the occasional idea of a new thing to add to the OS. 302 of my updates have been verified."

"My god," I stammer back.

"What the fuck is he talking about?" Natsuki queried.

"Ah, don't mind it. It's computers and stuff."

"I rarely see a computer," Natsuki replied back.

"We literally had a computer club, Natsuki," Yuri stated coldly.

"Wait, you had a computer club in the game-I mean literature club?"

"Yes, we did," Monika confirmed. "It was an unused feature in the game. There was an entire new background for it. No dialogue was present yet, because the game was solely on the literature club."

"What is Monika talking about?" Ryo asked.

"You may not believe this, but she-all of the girls... you see, it's very complicated."

"Well, I can handle complicated stuff."

"Some accidental power surge shocked my monitor and my CPU, frying it in the process which makes them pop out of the monitor."

"Wait, what?"

Handle complicated stuff my ass.

"It's best not to talk about it. Let's just say-I don't know what to say to you frankly."

"It's complicated," Monika chimed in again.

"Maybe I can tell you later."

"What are we making? I saw you grabbing four steaks," Natsuki queried. Near the vegetable and fruits section, I realized we were going around in goddamn circles but I also grabbed four potatoes, and two avocados, a lime, some garlic, cilantro, two tomatoes, three onions. I don't really pay attention to how much I'm buying.

"Carne asada fries," I stated. Remember the last few lines? Yeah, the mystery dinner was carne asada fries. If you don't know what that is, that is the best dish containing fries, and it's Mexican, so you're going to shit. I expect lines outside the toilet.

To make it, keep in mind, I made this in college frat parties, so it's best with a cold bottle of beer, marinate your steak with salt, pepper, oregano, garlic, lime juice and soy sauce. Add chili powder and shit if you want. Cut potatoes, put fries in a bowl with oil, salt, garlic powder, paprika until everything is with the spices. Place fries in baking sheet, bake em. Place steak in a cast-iron skillet with canola oil. Rest the steak. In an oven-proof skillet, put the all of the cooked stuff inside, add some cheese and the diced steak or 'carne asada,' as it's in the name, and broil until the cheese is melted. Top with guacamole, sour cream, cilantro and more damn cheese. Eat it. Force yourself to shit, so that you can sleep without a full stomach. Keep in mind that the excrement can be wet, solid or worst of all diarrhea. Make sure you don't get diarrhea.

"What the hell is that?" Yuri asked.

To save time, and for the sake of you reading this, I said to her that carne asada fries are fries with steak, and other elements. I am extremely sure that they don't know what guacamole is.

ME: Do they serve Mexican food in Japan?
AUTHOR: Mexican people in Japan do and a few Japanese people.
ME: No shit Sherlock.
AUTHOR: I answered your question, Jeremy. Continue, you fuckface.
ME: I'm a fuckface? I don't even have a face, you didn't even script the story to have a description of my face and my body. Fuck, only one chapter describes about my body.
AUTHOR: Do you constantly see yourself on the mirror on the daily?
ME: When I brush my teeth.
AUTHOR: Also, technically, the girls literally said they're from the US.
ME: So can I say, 'do you know what guacamole is?'
AUTHOR: No.

"Well, that sounds good," Monika replied back.

"It tastes good," I stated.

"Looking forward tonight," Sayori smiled.

A/N: 12,000 views... my god.
My, my, my god...

Why?

Also, I'm making a new story. It's smut. And it's Heathers. Gently With A ChanSaw, and yes that misspelling is intentional, because it's a Heather Chandler x Veronica Sawyer fanfic. My first knack at smut. First Monika masturbating and actual real sexual intercourse.

I am worried of myself.

Help me.