Introduction | Prologue | Season 1

Inspiration for this new blog:

I started to fantasize about love and humanity. Then I realized that there are hidden meanings in love and how people define it... in truth it is just what they want.

Normally this love stems from simple things:

• Loneliness
• Want of Happiness
• Hope
• Self-Hatred
• Want of Focus

So I want to turn the tables around... all forms of my love, curiosity, and being. I want people to realize that with this blog I am taking a stance against gender-identity, against righteousness, against the greater good. Please be patient... I'll try to make this funny... and I'll try to stop crying.

At the end... I hope that you all realize that love is in you. No matter how much you are hated, hate yourself, and see no hope... the possibilities and forms of love are endless...

Note:

I understand that my characters will be considered taboo. I understand that the genders of the characters can be switched from male to female. I understand... that this will give me infamy, not love. I understand who I am in this story... do you?

Prologue

Another day goes by... the thoughts race through.

Faggot!

Slut!

Disgust!

Creep!

In the end, if there ever will be, I will know that these thoughts are just forms of my self-hatred. In the end I'll realize that everyone really does love me... even if I-

"Wake up, Faggot!" The shadow hovers above me... "You're late! Hahahahehehehe!" He twitches as he walks out of my room, the cupboard. I sit and wonder what I was even dreaming about, if I was dreaming at all...

"Creep... come here." I nod and say okay, "Your chores for today..." He hands me a note that states:

Mandatory

Clean the dishes

Say thank you to Godliness

Watch out for Angelica (He might kill you)

Optional

Enter Demonica's room and laugh with him

Cook Dinner

Keep the teapot full

I go ahead and walk up to Godliness; he is sitting at his computer again blogging about how great he is. I mutter, 'thank you', he stops abruptly and says, "Do not thank those who have done nothing for you." He continues typing and sips his tea, I see that it is empty and I refill it and walk away. "You're welcome..."

I see stray light beams fluttering about as they somehow mutter, "Unclean! Unclean! Unclean!" I look into the kitchen and the dishes are cleaned.

I hear screams and laughter and crying coming from the back room... they stop and call my name. "Loveliness..." I shudder at the sound, "come here." I shrug it off and go into the kitchen to refill the teapot. After filling it, the apartment goes dark, I turn around and see bright red eyes staring back at me... it mutters, "I said come here..." The beings long arms reach out at me and drags me into the room. I imagine Loneliness standing outside hearing the squeals of terror and Godliness mumbling under his breathe as my screams interrupt his typing.

I arrive at Demonica's room, I don't see an entry way or exit, and the room is painted with everything from the latest memes to unicorns to people being tortured. "Check this out!" He grabs me by the throat then pile-drives me onto his bed, the entire time his afterimage just stands there at the end of the bed twitching. "Oh my god, I just love these shoes!!! Don't you?" He stares at me, waiting for an answer. "Well then, Becky.." He flips his long black hair over to the side and locks his eyes onto mine. "It's okay, Faggot... there is nothing to be afraid of."

The room dissipates, and I see us sitting on a park bench outside of Tokyo. The cherry blossoms flutter around us, and he leans in and whispers, "Don't you want to have a taste?" My face fills with red blush, my insides squeal with embarrassment as he caresses the underside of my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a spotlight on a man singing about his invisible pineapple and apple pens. "Hahahahahaheheheh!! You go man!" The man winks and I let out a slight chuckle. The entire image fades black and all I see is Demonica staring at me with a huge awkward smile.

I open my eyes and see Loneliness staring down at me. "Why are you crying?" I shake my head in response and wipe the tears away. "Not cool, Creep. Sitting in the middle of the living room crying and screaming; it didn't freak Angelica out until you chuckled." I see the shadows fade away.

"It's okay, Cool Kid, he can cry while he makes our dinner too." Godliness truly doesn't have a heart... "Only the best for the king of kings."

"Worry not, that is just, Vain Blogger. The pig will cook us whatever is in the pantry." I look back into the kitchen and see a bright light carry out the ingredients and disappear into the bulb. "It will be a humble meal, indeed."

I walk into the kitchen and find only a pack of unopened ramen, some fish, and some soy sauce. There really isn't much fish so each person will only get a slice. I boil the ramen and feel eyes staring at me in anticipation. I cut up the fish and drain the noodles. The noodles are set abundantly onto four plates, I top it with the fish and drizzle the remaining soy sauce over it. Afterwards, I place the plates onto the table, fill four cups with freshly brewed tea, and call out to the four room-mates.

Godliness calls out to me as I walk back into my cupboard, "aren't you going to eat?" I shrug and mumble, 'there wasn't enough'.

"Everyone eats, Slut!" I turn and see a ghastly looking figure that smells oddly enough like cookies. It's pure white eyes stare straight into my body. It reaches out to me...

"Like the creep said, there wasn't enough... there never is with this one."