Hey! Before you read the story, here's a little note from yours truly.
I'd like to clarify some things and make some little points:
- I have a tendency to not write for months on end. I'll try however much I can to move my ass off of the relaxing cloud of procrastination.
- I will probably only write on weekends, and sometimes not even every weekend. I'm either too lazy to do anything, or too lazy to do anything except homework on weekdays. On some weekends, I travel with my family or go to parties, etc.
- I will swear a whole damn lot. Sorry if it bothers you, but that's just how I am.
- I can be nice. I can be, but I'm usually a pulsating pile of douchebaggery with a rather concerning lack of fucks to give, and I'm really sorry for that. But, if you're a super sweetie pie like I'm sure tons of you are, I'll make sure to be tolerable enough.
- I am a terrible author. I couldn't write a good story for the life of me. I can't write a half-decent story, but writing is still a fun thing to do, so I do it sometimes.
-There will most likely be author's notes in the middle of the story because I've forgotten something or I want to add/clarify something, etc.
Now, with those out of the way, I'd like to briefly explain the story.
This story takes place in a fictional town in California called Nulline (nuhl-in). All characters in this story are created by me.
It focuses on a group of 3 weirdos, Lux, Bartholomew, and TV Head, and on a potentially-soon-to-be-fellow-weirdo Charlamae. It is told in the perspective of TV Head, whose name is actually only 974Z, but is instead simply nicknamed TV Head.
TV Head, along with its buddies, attends the most originally-named high school in that region of coastal California: Nulline High School.
(extra info - 974Z is genderless and prefers 'it' pronouns)
If anything else needs to be added, it will be put either before or after a chapter or in an author's note.
Thank you for reading!
-MS/AC
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TV HEAD
General Fiction"What the fuck?" "Um, what's that thing?" "Oh my god, get away from it!" "Now, honey, just keep walking and don't stare..." These are all murmurs I hear from unfamiliar figures as I walk down the street. It's gotten old. Honestly, humans can be bori...
