>>2030573
Man I fucking wish I had a vee ai that would lovingly berate me for my fuck ups, imagine staying up all late playing in the server and her sending me messages like:
>Still up, on that stupid server, huh.
>Have you forgotten how you have to wake up in 6 hours, again?
>Can't have you be late to work again anon, so you better go to sleep, now.
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>>718700447 (me)
Sorry for that, used the wrong image.
>>718701974
Even though I say that Vee should be higher that she currently is, the twisteds will still dominate the top of the list, that just is how it goes.
>>718700447 (me)
Sorry for that, used the wrong image.
>>718701974
Even though I say that Vee should be higher that she currently is, the twisteds will still dominate the top of the list, that just is how it goes.
>>717391649
Great idea, hope you like it
>It's been a few weeks since it happened
>Your chest and stomach hurt when you so much as think about it
>At least none of it got posted online, turns out Gardenview Center cares a lot about their PR
>But everyone will always remember, and you know they will
>You talked to your parents about your sudden career change
>You had no choice, you couldn't afford your apartment anymore and all jobs nearby ghosted you
>For once you could tell they were genuinely happy
>"Never too late to man up. I'm proud of you, son."
>You couldn't bring yourself to tell them the truth
>You say your goodbyes and hang up
>Everywhere around your apartment room are boxes filled with your belongings, you'll be taking them to the storage unit soon
>You wouldn't take them with you even if it you could. After all...
>You try to ignore the green blurriness filling all the boxes, but you're not strong enough and you start thinking about her again
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. Rhythmic, methodical, mechanical.
>You carefully get up from your bed. Could it be someone from Gardenview? What else would they want from you at this point?
>You look through the peephole, but there's nothing there
>So you're losing your mind now? What a disappointment you are
>As you start to walk away from the door, you hear it
>You hear her
>"Down here, Anon~"
>Is that really her? It has to be!
>Your blood boils, it's all her fault, your life is upside down now and it's all her fucking FAULT
>You open the door and before you know it you're one split-second away from kicking her as hard as you can, you don't care if you get any more hurt
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Great idea, hope you like it
>It's been a few weeks since it happened
>Your chest and stomach hurt when you so much as think about it
>At least none of it got posted online, turns out Gardenview Center cares a lot about their PR
>But everyone will always remember, and you know they will
>You talked to your parents about your sudden career change
>You had no choice, you couldn't afford your apartment anymore and all jobs nearby ghosted you
>For once you could tell they were genuinely happy
>"Never too late to man up. I'm proud of you, son."
>You couldn't bring yourself to tell them the truth
>You say your goodbyes and hang up
>Everywhere around your apartment room are boxes filled with your belongings, you'll be taking them to the storage unit soon
>You wouldn't take them with you even if it you could. After all...
>You try to ignore the green blurriness filling all the boxes, but you're not strong enough and you start thinking about her again
>Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. Rhythmic, methodical, mechanical.
>You carefully get up from your bed. Could it be someone from Gardenview? What else would they want from you at this point?
>You look through the peephole, but there's nothing there
>So you're losing your mind now? What a disappointment you are
>As you start to walk away from the door, you hear it
>You hear her
>"Down here, Anon~"
>Is that really her? It has to be!
>Your blood boils, it's all her fault, your life is upside down now and it's all her fucking FAULT
>You open the door and before you know it you're one split-second away from kicking her as hard as you can, you don't care if you get any more hurt
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