i drive up to your house and park in front of your front door. i roll down the driver's seat window and i lean out the front. i hand you a hyperlink, don't worry about the logistics of a hyperlink irl, it's not important. i put on my most skibidi rizz voice
"You should read my fanfic," i say. "It's good."
i do a figure eight on your lawn and drive off down the road. you call the police. the police can't catch me, but they issue a warrant for me. you decide to take matters into your own hand with six bullets in a revolver.
you decide to drive out to the outskirts of town. you see smoke in the distance, coming from my cabin. you march through the thicket in the dark, coming to empty your gun into my chest. You hear me singing a merry tune as I sharpen an axe outside.
"YOU SHOULD READ MY FANFIC," I say in a singsong tone, "IT'S REALLY GOOD"
you fire at me. one bullet glances by my head as i duck and throw the axe. you narrowly dodge, charging me and breaking down the door in the process.
you point your gun in my face.
I grin.
"It's got Chaeya in it," I say, "And it's funny, at least I think so. You should read it."
You fire.
