Hello, everyone. Sorry for the late update- my mom made our entire family go on some crazy cleaning marathon, because that's apparently what you do during March Break (Not)!
Also, apologies to Piggy for not writing her story- but if there's one perk to writing a story for your friend, it's that they're your FRIEND and won't get mad if you procrastinate continuously.
Well, kind of.
On to the chapter!
Dear Mortals,
There are no fanfictions about me (Or if there are, I haven't seen them- excuse me if that is the case).
Unlike my brethren, however, I can sort of see why. After all, there are many things in the world to write about, such as essays on the evolution of My Little Pony, who really won the war of 1812, and of course how socks mysteriously disappear in the washing (Especially the blue ones).
Now, keep in mind that I wrote 'sort of understand'. You mortals often tend to miss those things, which are crucial to every person's survival. I, myself, have often worded things badly in the past which is why I HATE READING MY OLDE ESSAYS. THEY SUCK. *clears throat* I mean, just remember I write quite differently now, and you should write some stories about me or else you might regret it.
…What's that? What's my biggest regret? Elvis, of course! Such an amazing musician, and all you youngsters remember him as is the 'dude that died on a toilet'. Such a waste!
Sincerely,
Thoth