be me, Whisper
wake up sad from traumatic experience I had in my dream
desire brekkie
lift my big beautiful 1000ib body off the bed
my legs no longer work, I am an abuse survivor this is only natural
push door open all on my own because I am the “Guardian Angel of the Battlefield” who doesn't let my disability hold me down
crawl to door like inch worm
call for Tangle my proud lesbian girlfriend
"y-yes dear?"
she sounds like she's sobbing, stupid bitch doesn't she know I'M the one with the real problems?
"FRIED CHIKKY NOW TANGLE I'M SO SAD UUUUUUU"
"o-okay Whisper *sob*" from behind the kitchen door, when I'm the one who has social anxiety
"DON'T FORGET THE RANCH SAUCE, WHORE"
hear someone walking up
it is not Tangle
it's our toxic restoration leader Lanolin with a shotgun slung on her back, she looks angry cuz she's a bigot
she grabs me by the love handle and starts dragging my buxom bulk to the stairs
"LET GO, I'M HAVING A PANIC ATTACK"
"Time to take a trip to the woodshed you fat fuck"
I cry and poo poo like never before
Lanolin does not relent, can still hear Tangle sobbing despite being privileged and white
she drags me out the door
shoves me into a wheelbarrow and steers me to the shed
pushes me inside and closes the door behind her
she points the shotgun at me
cry more
"uuUUuuU!"
"It's no good, Whisper."
a voice suddenly booms from behind the door
"I think you mean IT'S NO USE"
a telekinetic blast smashes through the door
Lanolin's head explodes into red mist
the door falls over inward to reveal Silver
I know what it is he desires
I turn around and raise my flabby putrid ass
I can feel it
silver's 1-inch toxic masculinity makes it's way between my asscheeks
he grunts
"TAKE THIS"
it pulses in my anus
his stinky esp cheese is released into me
it completes my transformation
I shed my fat shell and transcend into my new form
I am a space butterfly
I fly off into space
silver waves to me as I go
"we can't get over trauma, but we may learn to live with it"