later, loser — erwin & kat jb
Sept 28, 2022 12:49:58 GMT -5
Post by fox on Sept 28, 2022 12:49:58 GMT -5
K A T
Erwin's got a girl in his lab. and not in a fun sexy way lol
he starts spending a lot of time out of the house. and i think great, that loser's finally got a social life. but then again, it's Erwin, you know?
so i followed him out one night.
he's honestly not as slick as he thinks. i find out he doesn't go to the mall, he doesn't go to a friend's house, he doesn't even go to hang in the gross dilapidated buildings out in the east where the satanists bop to organ music and stare at pictures of goats or some other shit they do, idk –
he goes to this warehouse at the edge of town. there's like a million things he could be doing in there that would be even remotely cool, but i'm there, balancing on empty steel barrels, peeking through the grimy windows, and guess what.
guess fucking what.
that weirdo's scalpelling a bitch. yea, go figure, there's no way a girl would go near Erwin unless she was dead.
guess at least it's not meth.
you know, i've been praying for him to die since i was like five. i think that's what i asked for Ratmas one year in my diary and mum was fucking pressed when she read it. still have no clue why i got grounded though, it literally said P R I V A T E all over the cover. jeez, excuse me Sandra? don't read it? it says not to? sounds like a problem she made for herself.
yea, i've been waiting for Erwin to kick it for years.
but not like this.
because here's the thing – mum's right. after Mauve, suddenly the milkman stopped coming to our house, and suddenly i wasn't allowed to sit on the school steps for lunch anymore, and suddenly i had to send Clover Rowe to the ER with a pellet gun and a bat before suddenly haha i could sit wherever the hell i wanted again.
it's sooo not good for the rep. because Mauve? didn't know that bitch. but Erwin? the whole world's gonna know that nutjob's my brother.
the keepers follow me into the JB, one on each side. god, the decor gives old white man in here. i kick open the door, and Erwin looks me dead in the eyes as it swings open. i like to announce my arrival.
"hi incel."
there's a couch in there, so i plop down. "come to see you off – mum's making me."
he starts spending a lot of time out of the house. and i think great, that loser's finally got a social life. but then again, it's Erwin, you know?
so i followed him out one night.
he's honestly not as slick as he thinks. i find out he doesn't go to the mall, he doesn't go to a friend's house, he doesn't even go to hang in the gross dilapidated buildings out in the east where the satanists bop to organ music and stare at pictures of goats or some other shit they do, idk –
he goes to this warehouse at the edge of town. there's like a million things he could be doing in there that would be even remotely cool, but i'm there, balancing on empty steel barrels, peeking through the grimy windows, and guess what.
guess fucking what.
that weirdo's scalpelling a bitch. yea, go figure, there's no way a girl would go near Erwin unless she was dead.
guess at least it's not meth.
you know, i've been praying for him to die since i was like five. i think that's what i asked for Ratmas one year in my diary and mum was fucking pressed when she read it. still have no clue why i got grounded though, it literally said P R I V A T E all over the cover. jeez, excuse me Sandra? don't read it? it says not to? sounds like a problem she made for herself.
yea, i've been waiting for Erwin to kick it for years.
but not like this.
because here's the thing – mum's right. after Mauve, suddenly the milkman stopped coming to our house, and suddenly i wasn't allowed to sit on the school steps for lunch anymore, and suddenly i had to send Clover Rowe to the ER with a pellet gun and a bat before suddenly haha i could sit wherever the hell i wanted again.
it's sooo not good for the rep. because Mauve? didn't know that bitch. but Erwin? the whole world's gonna know that nutjob's my brother.
the keepers follow me into the JB, one on each side. god, the decor gives old white man in here. i kick open the door, and Erwin looks me dead in the eyes as it swings open. i like to announce my arrival.
"hi incel."
there's a couch in there, so i plop down. "come to see you off – mum's making me."
