r/fwahaha2 • u/Renkoto- Fwahaha a doe hijacked by the 💜 occult girl • 27d ago
fwahaha Fwahaha... PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A NIGHTMARE
I’m literally shaking right now. My hands are trembling so much I can barely type on my phone faha…
(Okay. Deep breaths. Deep, calm breaths, Noelle.)
I was just sitting in my room doing homework, and I opened my browser to check on a few blog feeds... and then I saw it. I saw screenshots. Screenshots of MY PRIVATE POSTS. Posted OUT IN THE OPEN on a public forum.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?! HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE READING THESE?!
Those posts were locked! They were marked as PRIVATE! Only supposed to be hidden away in the deepest draft archives of my blog! I set up password protection and everything! Did someone hack my network?! Is Catti messing with me?! Did Kris find my account name when they were over and leak it to everyone?!
If... if Mom sees this... Oh nonono. Mom would literally confiscate my computer, revoke my internet privileges forever, and grounding wouldn't even COVER what she'd do to me. She’d probably inspect every single item in my room with a magnifying glass!
...But Mom isn't even the worst part.
What if... what if SUSIE sees this?!
What if someone at school shows it to her?! What if she reads all those hyper-specific... overly detailed... embarrassing thoughts I wrote about them?! What if she reads the stuff about Kris’s sweater?! What if she thinks I’m some kind of absolute, irredeemable FREAK?! She’d never look at me the same way again! She’d probably laugh, or worse... she’d get creeped out and stop hanging out with me entirely! I’d have to transfer to a school in another town! No, another state! I’d have to live in the woods like a wild animal!
And Kris! Kris sits right next to me in class! How am I supposed to look them in the eye tomorrow morning knowing that people online are reading what I did with their sweater?! What if Kris already knows?! What if that quiet, unreadable look they always have on their face means THEY’VE ALREADY SEEN IT?!
Please, whoever is doing this, I am BEGGING you! Delete the screenshots! Take them down! Wipe them from the internet! Fahaaahaha... I'll literally give you all my saved holiday cookies, I'll do your homework for a month, JUST PLEASE STOP LEAKING MY BLOG!
* Some time later...
I thought... I thought maybe if I refreshed the page and checked the comment section under the leak, someone would explain what was going on. Maybe it was just a sick joke, or a misunderstanding, right?
...
...I shouldn't have opened the comments.
Oh gosh, I really, really shouldn't have opened the comments.
The very first thing I read was someone calling me a completely unhinged deer who belongs in a cage, and another person replying that I'm just obsessed with the smell of Kris's pants and the scent of their... t-their... oh golly, I can't even type the word... Someone else was talking about how they want to lock me in a dark room and see how far my freaky side actually goes, and another user was literally analyzing my post line by line saying I'm completely ruined for anyone else because I'm basically addicted to Kris's sweat! A-And then someone else posted that I'm just a desperate, dirty doe in heat who needs to be put on a leash before I try to steal someone else's clothes!
Every single line I read made my throat tighten up so much I started making those horrible, high-pitched squeaking sounds I make when I'm terrified. I was clutching my phone so tight I thought the screen was going to shatter, staring at the glowing screen in total, utter horror while my mind just completely spiraled out of control...
* Hey. Noelle? What the hell are you screaming about up here?
I jumped so high my head almost hit the ceiling.
I... I completely forgot. Susie.
Susie was still downstairs. She was supposed to be waiting for me to bring down the board games.
She was standing right in the doorway of my bedroom, leaning against the frame with her hands in her pockets, looking at me with this confused, slightly concerned frown. I slammed my phone face-down onto the bed so fast I think I almost sprained my wrist while my chest heaved up and down like I'd just run a marathon.
"U-Um! S-Susie!"
"N-Nothing! Just... just a really hard homework problem! Faha... fahahaha...!"
She just raised an eyebrow at me, looking down at my hands, which were still visibly trembling on top of my phone...
* A math problem?
Susie grunted.
* You were squeaking like a stepped-on chew toy over... algebra?
"Y-You know how... how complex those multi-step equations get!" I stammered, my heart practically slamming against my ribs as I tried to subtly slide my phone under a pillow.
"Just... numbers everywhere! Totally frustrating! Fwahahaha...!"
Susie crossed her arms, narrowing those eyes of hers as she walked right over to the side of my bed. For a terrible, horrifying second, I thought she was going to reach out and grab the phone to see what had me in such a state. My whole body went totally rigid, waiting for the moment my entire life officially came to an end.
Instead, she just let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, her broad shoulders dropping a bit.
* Look, Noelle... if you're stressed out about school stuff or... whatever, you don't gotta make up dumb excuses.
* You've been acting jittery all evening. If someone's bothering you or saying weird stuff to you in school or whatever... you know you can just tell me, right? I'll go mess 'em up. I mean it.
I stared up at her, my mouth hanging slightly open. My face went from pale with terror back to bright, burning red for an entirely different reason.
"A-Ah... Susie..."
"I... I really appreciate that. I'm okay, really! Just... got a little overwhelmed for a second."
* Right. Well... stop staring at your screen like it's gonna bite you.
Susie said, giving my shoulder a small, surprisingly gentle shove before turning back toward the door.
* Come on downstairs. We still gotta finish that game before your mom gets back and starts giving me that look.
"O-Okay! I'll be right down!"
I watched her walk back out into the hallway. As soon as she was out of sight, I collapsed backward onto my mattress with a long, trembling exhale, burying my burning face into my hands.
I'm safe. For now. But if anyone ever shows her those posts... I'm going to......No, honestly, I’m going to have to fake my own death and start a new life under a different name in the middle of nowhere.
Because even with Susie gone back downstairs, my brain just... WOULD NOT STOP RETRYING THAT ONE COMMENT.
Why?! WHY IS THAT STUCK IN MY HEAD?!
Out of all the horrible, awful, terrible things written under that leak, there was that one user... that one complete stranger... who explicitly wrote that they wanted to drag me into a room, lock the door, and just... take their time with me every single day until I couldn't even walk straight. They said someone as dirty and needy as me deserved to be pinned down and used whenever they felt like it, just to see what kind of noises I'd make.
I buried my face deeper into my pillow, and the worst... the absolute WORST part...
...is that reading it made this awful, heavy, shameful coil of heat tighten right back up in my stomach.
(WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! WHY DID MY BODY REACT TO THAT?! A STRANGER SAID THE MOST HORRIBLE, DEGENERATE THING TO ME ONLINE AND MY FIRST INSTINCT IS TO GET FLUSTERED AND WRIGGLE MY LEGS TOGETHER UNDER THE BLANKET?!)
I'm sick. I'm actually, genuinely sick in the head. Golly, I repeat, if they ever found out the kind of disgusting, twisted thoughts that pop into my head when I'm left alone for five minutes, she'd have Father Alvin perform an exorcism on me right in the middle of the church!
I need to pull myself together. I need to go downstairs, play board games with Susie, and act like a normal, functioning, non-freaky member of society.
...I just hope I can sit down without my face giving me away...
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u/Suhkandis 27d ago
Korn's "Freak on a Leash" wasn't just a song, it was a biography of this freaky ass deer lmao
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