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On The Importance Of Internet Friends

It's been a long day, and I'm thankful to be home and away from all the bullshit. The first thing I do upon entering the house is grabbing my laptop off the table. Logging into Pesterchum, my mood instantly lightens when I see my friend online. We haven't spoken in awhile, so it's good to see she's still alive. I decide to drop her a message. illogicalHorror [IH] began pestering stubbornCutiepie [SC] IH: Hey!! IH: Saw you were on and just wanted to say hello. IH: How are you??? SC: hey cutie hey! SC: im okay c: SC: things have been pretty boring here. IH: Sorry to hear man! SC: its okay bro really c: IH: If you say so... IH: Everything o

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Chemical Reactions

I am one part angry Two parts confused and seven parts terrified. All thrown together in a volatile mixture that explodes when no one's looking and at the slightest agitation. I can't mix with other emotions like love and kindness. And especially not friendship. You see, when friendship is introduced into my environment it mutates into manipulation and contaminates everything in reach. And then, it goes one step further breeding isolation and self-hatred which mix in nicely with what I am and keep this mobius going in the wrong right direction. It's impossible to escape, this chain reaction that stems from a lifetime of experimentation that n

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The one in which Eridan poors out his heart

Omegle Logs

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Literature

Just a Moment (Mito/Madara)

Time to herself was all she wished for. With all the chaos that was coming about, she just wanted a moment of peace. But as Mito settled down to watch the sunset, she knew it wouldn't last. A wry smile turned up the corners of her lips for the briefest second when the tree behind her rustled its leaves. "Really Madara, you must be more careful. There isn't even a breeze," she said coolly, not bothering to turn around. It was laughable, how he followed her at the oddest times like this. "Observant as always Mito," He returned, amusement in his tone as he descended to the ground with a quiet thud. He wasted no time joining her, gazing o

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On The Importance Of Internet Friends by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

On The Importance Of Internet Friends

Where I Can Turn To (Cecilos) by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Where I Can Turn To (Cecilos)

"A heart is not a heart. At least, not your heart. It belongs to someone else. Find them, return it, and fall in love. Welcome, to Night Vale," Cecil started his broadcast like any other day, running through each news story as it showed up - sometimes quite literally - on his desk. It was a busy day in Night Vale, and he was almost relieved when he was able to cut through the news with a simple statement. "And now, the weather." He flipped a dial on his soundboard and pulled down his headphones. "Cecil? You have a visitor. Should I let him in?" An intern poked their head in the room, looking nervous. "Who is it?" Cecil asked, smil

Humanity (Portal 2) by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Humanity (Portal 2)

blink blink blink blink blink blink "Oh bloody...I can't die yet! I, I haven't even gotten to properly apologize yet! This, well this just won't do will it? No, absolutely not... Oh blinking light! Do go away please. I um, I would really appreciate it if you stopped blinking, as running out of battery power would be terrible right now. So, please? Stop blinking. Now, if it isn't too much trouble." The light dimmed, and Wheatley could feel everything shutting off, slowly but surely. "No! No no no no, I can't die yet, I really, absolutely caaaAAaaaa...." When he came to, everything felt stiff and sore, like he'd been dropped down a

Without So Many Words (Sequel to Shut. Up) by toxicTranquility, literature

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Without So Many Words (Sequel to Shut. Up)

"It hurts it hurts it hurts 9h my G9d it hurts!" He screamed, feeling fire crawl up and down his throat. "Make it st9p! MaaaaAAAAAAAAaaahhhhhhhgg!" His pleas were cut short by an unholy scream, quickly followed by a pained silence. Kankri struggled to speak, or even to breathe. He was choking on the fire in his throat and oh God he was going to die- With a silent scream of terror, Kankri shot out of his recuperacoon. Coated in slime and shivering uncontrollably, he collapsed to the floor as tears began to drip down his face. Another nightmare...they were starting to drive him crazy. And it wasn't like he could ask for help. Still, he

Brokenhearted (DirkJake) by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Brokenhearted (DirkJake)

It was hotter than the eighth ring of hell, as per usual in Texas for the time of year. But, Dirk didn't really mind. He's grown up in this heat, and it was the least pressing issue on his mind at the moment. He was too busy thinking about Jake. His boyfriend of about a month had been acting...strange. The blonde couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something always felt off when they spoke. If they spoke, actually. Jake hadn't messaged him in a few nights. The Strider sighed, running a hand through his hair and stepping outside into the sweltering heat. If hell had a ninth circle, he was sure this was what it would feel like. Focus S

To Love And Be Loved (DirkJake) by toxicTranquility, literature

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To Love And Be Loved (DirkJake)

You honestly wish you were arguing. Arguing would be so much easier than sitting here staring at him as he stares at you, lips turned down in silent contemplation over the complete and utter fuck up of a sentence that just came out of your mouth. You can tell, you can just tell that everything is about to go to shit. And it makes you wish you were screaming and yelling and fighting because anger would be so much simpler compared to this brooding silence that you cannot stand and oh God why won't he say something already? "...Dirk." Ah, there it is. The tentative breaking of the silence. He sounds like he's walking on eggshells, and th

Harmless Prank (PepsiCola) by toxicTranquility, literature

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Harmless Prank (PepsiCola)

"John, dude, I mean it. Don't go in there." "Dave, I really have to shit okay? Nothing in your bathroom is going to hurt me." Dave sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright babe, but don't say I didn't warn you." John rolled his eyes, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, sitting on the toilet to do his business, when he heard an ominous whisper above him. "Caw caw motherfucker~!" Looking up, the derp king saw Davesprite leaning over him through the open bathroom window, a Cheshire grin spread across his face. The sight elicited a scream from the messy ravenette and thank God he wa

Forgotten (Sadstuck) by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Forgotten (Sadstuck)

Your name is Mituna Captor. You are nine sweeps old, and you love skateboarding. Your favorite colors are the primary ones, and you like the number two. Basic information. Everybody knows this about you. What they don’t know is that you aren’t useless. Sure, you’re words come out a little jumbled sometimes, and you aren’t the most coordinated of trolls, but you can still help! Like just yesterday, you helped Latula fix her skateboard. But no one notices little things like that anymore. Before you fried your circuits, you helped out all the time, and everyone thought you were pretty useful. But now that you can&rs

Reclaim Your Crown by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Reclaim Your Crown

Crying. Sobbing. Sollux could barely catch his breath between all the tears. He was surprised he could even cry without eyes. But he was sure if anyone could see him, they'd have thought the Gemini actually had bawled his eyes out. He wished he could imagine the looks on their faces, but he'd been blind for so long that he'd just...forgotten. That's why he was crying so hard. The yellowblood didn't want to forget. He wanted to remember what Karkat looked like when he smiled, thinking no one was looking. He wanted to remember what color Kanaya's skirt was, or whether Terezi's glasses were round or not. He just wanted to remember his friend

Shut. Up. (SadStuck) by toxicTranquility, literature

Literature

Shut. Up. (SadStuck)

Candy red tears dripped down the face of the red sweatered troll. He was in immense pain. Even his death hadn't been as painful as this was, and that was saying something. Not that he should be saying anything anymore. That was the whole point to this...this torture. A sob caught in his throat, igniting fire through his neck as he coughed violently, carmine blood spattering the ground in front of him. One more incision...and there. Kankri collapsed, knife clattering to the ground next to him as he clutched at his bleeding throat. His blood and tears mixed on the ground, becoming a blurry indistinct puddle as tears and pain continued to fo