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6/12/2025, 3:20:28 PM
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>And that same something is clashing with all of the other feelings you're getting into right now, regarding your crummy situation.
>You can't play video games, you can't walk around, your brothers just had a bunch of fun spitefully annoying you, your ankle hurts, you're still grounded, you're stuck on this couch once again with maximum upset-ness eating away at you on the inside like nothing else, and so on and so forth...
>All of this is just leaving you feeling horrible and actually kind of broken.
>Weak and powerless on the couch you lie, feeling so defeated and denied anything outside of misfortune.
>Really just extremely sour and bitter, not sure which of these layered flavors you can taste the strongest as you hear your brothers have fun jumping on their beds in their rooms before going to sleep.
You even thought you were going to get your video games back... until you didn't.
>What a tease, what a rollercoaster of emotions.
>You mope and cross your arms while wishing your ankle would heal at any pace you could imagine it healing, wishing you could at least feel some sort of control over your situation.
>Fittingly, the progressively more noticeable sound of raindrops hitting the roof and ground outside makes its way to your ears.
>Followed by a low and subtle roll of thunder that must have come after lightning you didn't see.
>You're having a dark and stormy night of weakness.
>The living room surrounding you looks just as dull as it feels.
>Just like how you look just as miserable as you feel as Candy comes back in.
>"Well that sure was fun." She breathes her own sigh of relief this time, as the volume on the TV has been turned way down to as barely audible as your will to live. "Everything alright?"
>You put on the angriest face you possibly can, half hoping to scare her away and half crying for help.
>There's no way to easily put your finger on it, but something makes you feel like you REALLY need Candy's help with something right now in your moment of misery.
>"Hey..." Candy sits next to you, her voice growing softer. "You okay?'
"No..." Your voice tries not to shake as your face tries not to contort.
>Feeling like you've lost everything tonight, a lump forms in your throat.
>Candy being right next to you makes the lump in your throat stronger; something about her heightens any emotion you're feeling right now and you don't understand why.
>And that same something is clashing with all of the other feelings you're getting into right now, regarding your crummy situation.
>You can't play video games, you can't walk around, your brothers just had a bunch of fun spitefully annoying you, your ankle hurts, you're still grounded, you're stuck on this couch once again with maximum upset-ness eating away at you on the inside like nothing else, and so on and so forth...
>All of this is just leaving you feeling horrible and actually kind of broken.
>Weak and powerless on the couch you lie, feeling so defeated and denied anything outside of misfortune.
>Really just extremely sour and bitter, not sure which of these layered flavors you can taste the strongest as you hear your brothers have fun jumping on their beds in their rooms before going to sleep.
You even thought you were going to get your video games back... until you didn't.
>What a tease, what a rollercoaster of emotions.
>You mope and cross your arms while wishing your ankle would heal at any pace you could imagine it healing, wishing you could at least feel some sort of control over your situation.
>Fittingly, the progressively more noticeable sound of raindrops hitting the roof and ground outside makes its way to your ears.
>Followed by a low and subtle roll of thunder that must have come after lightning you didn't see.
>You're having a dark and stormy night of weakness.
>The living room surrounding you looks just as dull as it feels.
>Just like how you look just as miserable as you feel as Candy comes back in.
>"Well that sure was fun." She breathes her own sigh of relief this time, as the volume on the TV has been turned way down to as barely audible as your will to live. "Everything alright?"
>You put on the angriest face you possibly can, half hoping to scare her away and half crying for help.
>There's no way to easily put your finger on it, but something makes you feel like you REALLY need Candy's help with something right now in your moment of misery.
>"Hey..." Candy sits next to you, her voice growing softer. "You okay?'
"No..." Your voice tries not to shake as your face tries not to contort.
>Feeling like you've lost everything tonight, a lump forms in your throat.
>Candy being right next to you makes the lump in your throat stronger; something about her heightens any emotion you're feeling right now and you don't understand why.
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