Two Prestiges, Two Guards, and the Octo Girl
(( I wanna share a story of what happened to me before I could tell you what happened to Vrberrie.
I was at a baby shower’s party. It wasn’t fun at all. There were too many kids without discipline. They were allowed to play dodgeball and hit each other as many times as they want. Of course, when I came in as the oldest, they started attacking me as if I was their beating bag. They splatted me so much I had to dive into depression. They were only 8-12 years old. They never mentioned Fortnite, but did mention gun-shooting games such as GTA and CoD. Luckily, the ball’s plastic, but it still hurts my physical and mental health very much (I can get sick from negative energy suckers). Seriously, did you really want to break my glasses, i’m BLIND. But, I refused to fight back. I refused to act like a total splatoon maniac and go sans undertale on them. I just stood like the inklings leaning against the wall on Inkopolis Square with frowning expressions. I got jealous of a boy who even climbed up a tree nobody gave a FRY about. People would beat and worry about me if I climbed a tree on my own without consent. Finally, I left and felt relieved.
The next day at night, I pulled out my switch and got traumatized to that party, because Vrberrie went through the same thing.))
i feel so traumatized because of what happened to my owner AND me. The other day, my owner got hurt, and then the next day after that, it was my twin sister! Vrberrie03 isnt a good idea when you’re with two prestiges just trying to have fun and hopping around with each other. here’s what she said:
“i thought they were hosting a party, but it seemed it was just for them only. And i only realized it after 4-5 matches. so i stopped. i went to go on my own and do the objective of turf war and tried not to disrupt them. suddenly, they attacked me. they hurt me more as much as how our owner got hurt at that party. the afro boy did not like me at all and thought i was competing with his friend only because I had a charger on my hand like him. no, i love my toni kensa charger! i main it, i did not want to challenge! ah, but it was too late. all i had to do was play chase and jump off the map to party with myself. i became more and more angry the more he keeps coming, i spammed thrice the Booyah. i hid on spawn base as they hit the spawn shield. guards were then recruited to kick me out. both were japanese, a octobrush and a heavy splatling remix. i still went to do the objective of turf war but they still block me not to move. booyah bombs, dualie, all at ME. suddenly, i could not take it no more. i threw burst bombs so they could try to splat me again. i started to scream in Booyah when i’m part of their team. i wanted to let them know i had enough. but then, i already know: that’s pointless to do. hi der taught me the need to take care of myself because someone does care. and that’s you, orberrie. you care, the owner’s family cares, and that is enough. i should not do stuff like that anymore, but i know it will grow stronger one day because pride is one dead hell of a sin. Once I see them again, i will just pretend i do not remember them. i will not pull out the charger, however— because that is how it all started.”
I thanked her that she got that suffering experience to make her stronger and gave her a goodnight hug.