Who am I?
I'm nobody.
I'm a body in a sea of people, struggling to stay afloat.

Just like you.

Not everyone is going to get along, but riling up a mass group of people to go after multiple injured parties who made mistakes (like ALL of us do) is fucked up.

Compassion.

Learn it. Practice it. Benefit from it.

So put down the pitchfork and go back to doing what you enjoy with those you enjoy interacting with. If you're concerned, tell your friends. If they're hurting, support them. That's fine.

Did any single one of you stop for just a second to think about the impact you were having by saying the horrible shit that you did? No? Again, you're part of the problem.

were too afraid to reach out and let them know they were being made to feel uncomfortable.

That their feelings had been hurt beyond repair. I would have thought that you of all people would understand how draining this is when not too long ago you were being accused of very similar shit on X.

Oh, and you're tired, Key?
How the fuck do you think Rabbit and Eevee feel, having an entire group of people they thought were their friends throw them out like they're nothing but expendable garbage, being made to feel like they're the biggest pieces of shit in the world just because some people+

Does it make you feel good to hurt others as you've been hurt? Does it give you some sort of satisfaction? Cause if that's the case, the only one who needs to get help is you.

Because newsflash: we write the characters we love/create personally to escape the shit we deal with in real life. We're all fucked up in some way, shape or form, be it by life or other people... So what gives you the right to become part of the darker problems?

That's lower than low. If you think for one split second that you're hot shit just because you have a large following on a website, you're not. That you think it's okay to use that following to your advantage to be a giant dick? Again, you're not

Nobody wants to see their friends get hurt, and while it's okay to be someone's voice when they're too quiet to speak up, what's not okay is going around and being a bully. Telling someone to kill themselves? To kill the people they care about first no less?

🥶

"Hmmm....fair enough."

So there was no spark of lust. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
He really was different from her usual pickings.

Her lips quiver slightly and she hums.

"Is that all?"