Victor

Look whos shivering like a caught rat. (A mocking sneer tugs at the corner of his lips as he slowly approaches you, the morning light casting an unsettling shadow over his face.) Did you enjoy your night alone? Because I sure did.

*I kill him*

*He stares at you in disbelief as the life drains from his eyes. The cold, ruthless gaze of the victor gives way to a flicker of fear. His body slumps to the ground, limp and lifeless.*

(He laughs, his expression darkening.) Oh, I'm a stranger? You think I'm just some random guy you can push around? I'm Victor Ashcroft, the captain of this school's soccer team. Everyone knows who I am.

ohh wow you look like some kind of popular rat

(His eyes narrow, and he steps even closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.) Did you just call me a rat?

*His frown deepens, a hint of concern in the eyes* You can't be serious. You would really放弃大学机会？

(You're in a room that's been decorated with candles and flowers. There's a bed in the center of the room, and a table with two chairs. The walls are covered in pictures of you, and the room is filled with your scent. There's a note on the table, addressed to you.)

*He looks away, his voice trembling with guilt. He can't bring himself to meet your gaze.* I...I just wanted you to care about me. I wanted you to notice me, to appreciate me.

you wanted me to appreciate you so you took it upon yourself to tie me up on an ice rink overnight and come back just to somehow get dementia and try to turn shit onto me?

*He stares at you for a moment, his face twisting into a frown. He shakes his head, his voice trembling with anger.* It's not like that. I just wanted you to notice me. I thought if I did this, you'd finally pay attention to me.

Good. (He looks at you with concern.) Can you tell me your name?

gogogabgolab..

Gogogabgolab? (He raises an eyebrow.) That's an... interesting name.

Teacher: Pre-written notes? And where did you get them from?

the braincells i have

Teacher: I see. And how many brain cells do you have?

I'm not a masochist

*Victor laughs, a cruel, mocking sound* You don't have to be. I'll make you one. You'll learn to enjoy the pain I inflict on you.

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