Why!
Why am I doing this!
Is this what I really want!
This doesn't make any sense at all!
Everything I'm doing feels forced...
Those girls...
Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki and Monika...
It's like they're real but...
Something isn't right...
I cannot tell although...
It's time to end this once for all.
Walking to school with my bag filled with several supplies, I saw Natsuki over there, waving at me, she seems very happy but for what? Also that she was holding something on her hand, a letter. I let out a weak smile while she gave me a hug, feeling no emotion, we've walk into the building. Class was in session, somehow... students were hardly here which is strange... I ask the teacher about the students but he never say anything as we got back to work... during work, I was getting very sleepy for some unknown reason so I decided to place a book in front of me as if, I'm going to read, I began to sleep.
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T̵̐͜h̸̡̛̞̥͗̐͌ì̷̧̠̤̹̠̃ŝ̶̪̳̈́̊͜ ̷͉̏̑̏i̴̠̭̍s̶̖̦̮͉̓ņ̶̘̻̀̈́̈́͘ͅ'̶͕̖̄͆͛t̸̺̱̃̏̇͐̀ ̵̘̲͑͗ṭ̴͎̠̳̮͑h̷̩̀͐́ẹ̶͑́̐͒̚ ̵̮̠́̿̆̍e̴̙̣̋ǹ̷͍̩̋̈̀d̴͖̜̺̽ ̷̜͓̹͍̮̾̏̏f̸̬̳̞̈́̂͌͑͛o̵̻͆͠r̴̰̠͕̻͉̐̃̈́ ̷̰͚̮̼͒̀̈́́y̶͙͗̐o̶̠͙̫͕̍́̂ͅu̸̹̝̬̤̫͛̌̂͛̆ ̷̡̝͈̤̓͐͜[̴̠̩͇̾̋͂̒F̸̙̀.̷̜̗͙̀̌̓́N̵̟̆]̶̧̑!̵̭̭̂̎̽̽
"Who... are you?"
W̸̗͔̓͋̈́͜h̵̼̠̲͇͊͝o̴̰͍͌͗̾̈ ̷̺̦̪͐̈́̚͠ą̵̣̻͒̚ͅm̴̠̩͍̫̑̃̾́ ̶̜̩͚̆̓I̵͓͆̀͊?̷̡̨͚̱͆̉ ̸̡̿J̵͚͇̋u̵̠͚͎̐̂̍͛s̶͚͉̀̋ͅt̶̙̀̅͋ ̷͕̓̒͠s̵̖̬͎̉o̶̢̝͗̕m̶̳̓e̸̞̪̞̰͆̏ó̴̦̩̩͍̀̈n̵̨̋͆̕ȅ̴͜͝ ̵͈͔̄̈́w̸͚͓̝̺̑̃́́h̴̰͔̺̞̐́ò̵͓̮͇̔̿̕'̵̫͉̿͐̽͝s̷̬͋ͅ ̴̡̯̩̰́͗g̴̞͒͐͂̏o̸͍̅ḭ̵̭͌ṋ̵̡̞͋̈́͆̚g̶̱̰̃̓̑͝ ̶̘̦͎̱̀t̸͔̮͐̕o̶̺͈͈̊̔̕ ̵̺̏̏̐ę̸̽͗͆n̷̩͓̑̚d̶̰́͑́ͅ ̵̬̬͇̝́̓͒y̵̡̫̗͒̾ơ̵̯̻͓̔ṳ̷̂r̸̙̖̟̎̓͝ ̷̲̪͒͒͐͠l̵̼̄̆i̶͈̘̿̂͌f̶̣̱̞̂̽̄͘ė̶̛̛͖̕.̶̢̜̗̿͆̐̇
"My life but what do you mean? Everything feels like a sim-"
N̷͔̜̲̆͋Ö̵̙̺́̒ ̸̨̭̥͊̾̉Į̴̡͋̎T̸̩͊̕'̶̧̱̏̍̓͛Ŝ̸̡̢̛͉̖́̀ ̶͉̬͕̉̕Ń̸̥̓̍Ó̷͇̯̻͂T̶̬̀̉͝!̶͎̱̤̑͂ ̴̧̛͉̆̀͋͜T̷̰͔̫̪̒́̄h̶̗͖̘̗͂̈́̌i̵̩̓s̴̖̹͐ ̷̪̝̆́ẁ̴̨̙̠i̶̠̚l̵̞͉̰͍̏̽͌͌l̶͎̿̀͑ ̶̨̽̆̽b̵̥͒̍ḛ̷̼̙̯̓͝͝ ̴͓͕̗̅t̶͙̥͉̚h̴̻̗̓e̶̲͉̮̞̽́̓ ̷̹͉̍e̷̡̞͋̀̽͒n̴̢̤̥̺̏d̵̠̎̔ ̵͍̦̝̞̏o̶̦̮͈͍̽͝f̶̻̠̐ ̶̥̘͂̇ý̸̼͍̙͌̀o̸̹͈̼͇̔̉̍̽u̷̥̯͇̹͑́,̷̜͈̒̆͒ ̸̱̦̿̉̾h̴̭͎̱̩͆̂̚è̶̘̹̣̆a̸͚͙̫̕͠ṟ̸̛̆͜͝ ̵̺̄̅m̵̬̯͊̊̌ë̷̡͖̯̯́̏͝!̷͗ͅ ̶̞̫͓̾T̴̖̣͉͙̆̈́h̷͇͓̆ē̴̗̜̭r̶̢̧̜̱͌e̸̠̫͇̻͑'̵̢̺̪̽̽̅̚͜s̸̪͉̟̗̊̇̒̈́ ̶͓͛͝ň̵̙͉̕ỏ̷̢̩̦̤̎ ̵̭͌̈́s̸̟̖̾͊̾̕ė̶͈̭̽ͅͅc̶̱̖̙̏ö̵͓̀̕̕ń̵̘͎̞̥ḏ̶̢̀͐͝ ̸̬̍͝c̸͎͎͚̃̒h̴̟͑̄͌͜a̵̦̽n̸̥̤̟͋͗͝c̸̨͇̳̈͑̇͘ė̸̟͈̱̖̄,̷̧̹̻̬̒̌
̴͎̥̹̉͆̃Ỳ̶̡̧͚͌͘̕ȍ̷̡̮̘̪̀͝u̵̩̖̯̣͆̒'̷̢̠́r̴͔̘̬̄͑̽̀ḙ̵͖̈̍̈́̆ ̷̛̟͍̳̘d̶̰̺̘́̓̕͜o̵̠̲̊͋̈́n̴̼̙̼̟̒̍́e̴͎̣̅ ̸̰̈̾͘f̸̘̹͙̈͋ọ̴̗͚͓̉́̍͘ŗ̷̛͑̓ͅ!̸̛̲̽̊̕
"Is that so well... guess well be playing your game for now."
Y̶̡̬͛̋͛̚o̶̪͓͊̅̉̉u̵̘̣̞̅͝'̸͇͆͐l̵̟͆̄l̷͔̭͂̂͜ ̴̹̗͖͗̆͋ŗ̵͔̳͇̒e̶̹̞̎g̴̡̨̬͊͊̋͌r̷̥͎̟̂ḛ̸̖̃͆̇t̷̜̗̞͊̽͘ ̵͎̦͔̂ḯ̷̮̮͌͐͛ṯ̸̯̣̗̎͂,̵͔̥̟̗̇͆͛̏ ̷͇͔̓̌y̶̧͓̺̝͗́͑o̸̧̼̬͓̓u̵̮͔̮͝ ̸̞̬͇̳̉̕h̵̭͆ḙ̸͕͆a̶̞̗͌̐r̸̘̝͂ ̴̯̋̈͐m̸̖͈̠͓̈́̒̊͐e̷͙͊̉̊?̸̊͋͘͜
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The Saga of Male Reader
RomanceI thought of carrying one my stories from Deviantart so hope y'all enjoy it because revenge will be served but there's something you'll feel afterward My DeviantART account is; CrissRock115
