Golden (rewrite)

25

It's nine in the evening and you're sleeping soundly, how cute. He smiled and stroked your hair. Lanette knew that you have fully recovered... well, at least recovered enough not to think you'll die after closing your eyes.

Why? Because you snore. During your coma and the days were you weren't fully conscious yet, you didn't snore.

And it worried Lanette to death.

"Oh (y/n), you're still the same." He whispered and caressed your cheek. It's true, no matter how much you try get away, scot-free from sleeping in class, you just can't.

The volume of your snoring was as loud a tornado siren. Which distrupts the entire class more.

Lanette placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead and whispered, "I love you." In your ear. It made you groan a bit and stirr for a while before snoring again. He giggled and hesitantly pulled his hand away from your face.

Unbeknownst to him, you were having a nightmare. His whisper and touches only made that nightmare worse.

Lanette pondered about the events that happened earlier. With his sensitive hearing, he overheard the conversation between you and Tony.

So he's the one behind that jumpscare. Lanette scowled and crossed his arms. "You have such poor taste in friends, my love." He murmured as he shakes his head at your sleeping form.

Moreover, he caught something about that pest, Caecilius. About a problematic post? Lanette quietly picked up his own phone and turned it on, it illuminates his face in the dark room.

His eyes trailed to an application called Squeaker.

Squeaker is an online social media platform that allows users to post and interact with messages known as 'squeaks'. It's popular among many, however, Lanette disliked its motif because it is based on rodents.

He logged into his 'secret' Squeaker account. It's the account he uses to perceive what is happening in the world or what is everyone discussing about.

His undercover account has a profile picture of a red rose that grew in his garden.

The only thing he posted in that account was a picture of that same rose, but with a 'GOOD MORNING' in yellow, Charter Roman font, edited onto it. Nothing else, no caption, no location and no context.

None of his eleven followers (most of which are bots) suspected that it's Lanette himself.

Of course, who would suspect the user of a squeaker account named 'Sandra_1234' would be a high-profile celebrity?

He made sure to encrypt his data, used a different password and email for this account. Lanette's social media accounts were hacked many times by his fans and enemies alike. Now, he's very careful.

His eyes widened in surprise, the first thing that pops up on his screen was the mentioned post. Although it was deleted by its original poster, other people he followed screencaptured and reposted it.

Lanette scrolled down his newsfeed, all littered with copies of the same deleted post.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he read it, it says:

"Pls tone down the hate on (y/n), coz its getting a bit too much tq x" Lanette tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. How pecuiliar, he has never seen that despicable man perform such an altruistic act for anyone.

"Now, what is that pest up to?" He muttered spitefully to himself. Lanette tapped on the 'comments' section to see what is the public's take to this.