𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 (discontinued xCreepypasta chatfic)

Ｐｒｉｃｋ．

That's a pretty neat indicator.

I sat down on the couch.

I hate it.

It feels like I'm sitting on cardboard, and the springs are too loud.

It reminds me of my bed.

I miss my bed.

I miss Ann.

Where's my phone?

 I wanna text Ann.

I asked Ben where my phone was.

He pointed to the shiny thing on the couch, and I told him that isn't my phone.

My phone is smaller than that.

Ben said that's why he got me a new one.

Ben told me that I lost my phone.

I call bullshit on that.

I wanna text Ann.

Ben told me to text him as soon as he leaves.

I asked when he's leaving, and he said he doesn't know yet.

I told him I don't know when I'm supposed to text him then.

He told me to text him when he leaves.

I don't like Ben.

I asked Ben if I could text Ann.

He said yes.

I don't know why I asked for permission.

I'm eighteen.

I'm eighteen, right?

I asked Ben if I could text Ann.