A Very Special Infinite Story
Fuck this! You’re just faking this shit; you don’t really have the balls to actually kill anyone!
You decide to play along with your friends and claim that you’re with the plan, but rat on them out to the principal later.
Sadly things don’t really go as planned for you double crossing ass! The stupid ass clueless principal doesn’t entirely buy your story and thinks you’re just trying to play some sort of sick joke, in fact he thinks YOU’RE the problem and punishes you by calling up your parents and telling them he’s sending you home and that they need to put you in counseling and how they’re lucky that he’s not pressing criminal charges.
You get the riot act from your parents, who don’t want to hear your shit either. They make you get rid of all your black clothing, video games, horror movies, and the like. You spend the next week having to listen to some hippy dippy psychologist who keeps saying you’re in denial about your feelings.
The biggest fuck up about this is everyone eventually found out about this in school. Your trench coat buddies were not amused that you nearly ruined their plan, so the “day of their revenge” they make a quick trip to your house first…
Your Dad was blasted on his way to his car and then Mom met the same fate when she went out to check the noise. You’re shot several times in the limbs after you were pulled out from hiding under your bed. Your former friends laugh at you as you beg for your pathetic life before they land the killing shot.
The moral of the story?
Don’t be a fucking rat. Seriously, nobody respects a goddamn rat and look what it got you: dead. Seriously you were the fucktard that insisted on acting like a psychopath for attention, so you only had yourself to blame when you attracted people like that. If you really wanted to avoid trouble you could’ve just played along and then on the “day of revenge” you could’ve disappeared and hid out somewhere until it was all over. Your trench coat buddies would’ve probably thought you just wussed out (Which they’d be right) and they’d go shoot up the school anyway.
People still would’ve died and you wouldn’t have gotten killed. A win-win situation really.
And now you know!
You decide to play along with your friends and claim that you’re with the plan, but rat on them out to the principal later.
Sadly things don’t really go as planned for you double crossing ass! The stupid ass clueless principal doesn’t entirely buy your story and thinks you’re just trying to play some sort of sick joke, in fact he thinks YOU’RE the problem and punishes you by calling up your parents and telling them he’s sending you home and that they need to put you in counseling and how they’re lucky that he’s not pressing criminal charges.
You get the riot act from your parents, who don’t want to hear your shit either. They make you get rid of all your black clothing, video games, horror movies, and the like. You spend the next week having to listen to some hippy dippy psychologist who keeps saying you’re in denial about your feelings.
The biggest fuck up about this is everyone eventually found out about this in school. Your trench coat buddies were not amused that you nearly ruined their plan, so the “day of their revenge” they make a quick trip to your house first…
Your Dad was blasted on his way to his car and then Mom met the same fate when she went out to check the noise. You’re shot several times in the limbs after you were pulled out from hiding under your bed. Your former friends laugh at you as you beg for your pathetic life before they land the killing shot.
The moral of the story?
Don’t be a fucking rat. Seriously, nobody respects a goddamn rat and look what it got you: dead. Seriously you were the fucktard that insisted on acting like a psychopath for attention, so you only had yourself to blame when you attracted people like that. If you really wanted to avoid trouble you could’ve just played along and then on the “day of revenge” you could’ve disappeared and hid out somewhere until it was all over. Your trench coat buddies would’ve probably thought you just wussed out (Which they’d be right) and they’d go shoot up the school anyway.
People still would’ve died and you wouldn’t have gotten killed. A win-win situation really.
And now you know!
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