Y/N

Everyone is chatting away, and I'm bored.

I have an itch.

I need to dump a load.

Both of those sound utterly wrong.

And are meant to be something else completely.

I walk over to Sierra.

I notice a few drawings of air-balloons on the wall, they're not half-bad.

I poke her in the arm and point to the drawings.

"I 'Sierra' balloons in here." She slowly turns to me, eye twitching and glare at full capacity. I raise my hands in defense and laugh "Okay, okay! I'm sorry, look, I just need my book and pen from your bag."

She softens her expression, crosses her arms and looks away.

I make an expressionless face and sigh. "...please...?" Her eyes light up and she smiles, turning her back to me so I can unzip her bag. 

I do so and grab my blue and green colored notebook and black pen, not bothering to zip it back up. Throwing a thumbs up to Sierra, much to her dissappointment, I go and sit the beige-ish, tan-ish couch and open up my notebook. I open my pen with a click of the button and begin writing.

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Yo, bro! Pal, chum, frien, bud, whatever, long time no write....like yesterday I think it was?

ANYWAY...

The nerve of that guy.

That robot dude.

Mettaton I think?

Yeah, I want to kick his shiny, pink, metalic ass!

Though I can't be too mad, he's literally flirted with everyone in the house, including Toriel who simply waved my way and apologized, rushing to finish her pies, and everyone seems perfectly okay for it except for Sans. 

Like this is just a normal thing?

O-kay then...

Sans' brother, Papyrus, is a total sweetheart, loud, but sweet. Sierra has a big, loud voice, but I don't think she's as loud as him.

He reminds me of my sister, she's like him and vise-versa in multiple ways. Aside from, well; their goals, their gender, their species, etc, but personality wise? They could practically be siblings! 

With Sans and me?

Sans is hard to figure out.

He seems all laid back, lazy, a joker, not much for responsibility...but there seems to be more to him than that. Something he doesn't even let his brother see.

Like me.

I have secrets.

I've never told them to anyone and it kills me inside.

But what's the point?

What's the point if in about a week everyone will forget anyway?

This is why I vent to you.

A goddamn book.

Not an actual living being who can truly listen and respond.

But a dead tree, sliced up, stacked together and designed for the purpose of writing.

That got kinda deep, heh.

I think maybe I'll move on to a different option.

I've always vented to a book.

Things are a bit different this time. And get this! It's 5:10 PM!

And my sister isn't dead yet. Haha, it scares me how casual I am about things like this, especially when it involves Sierra.

Anyways I might find some sort of chat group I can join online anonymously.

Maybe some sort of roleplay center? I don't know. No one would believe my story anyway.

Or I can just keep venting to my best pals, Penny and Noteson.

Days left:  8

Hours: 192

Minutes: 11,520

Seconds: 691200, 691199, 691198, and counting.

Things. Will. End.

Hopefully I won't have to wait another few hundred couple months and a week for it to happen.

For Sierras sake.

~ Sincerely, Your depressed complaining buddy ~

Ps. I broke a pencil in half today.

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I close my book and pen, and put it next to me.

Apples) Seriously though? Should I do something different and talk to people?

Or...

Bacon) Or should I just stick to the routine and hang out with the vent pals?

Y O U  D E C I D E .

***

Another choice thingy.

I'm completely tossing the majority of the plot I had planned (not all of it though) because it made no sense and led to no-where, so I'm just winging it at this point. 

Popping in some new ideas and seeing how they turn out.

ShatterThe4thWall is still active, I didn't throw that away.

Also...

2 UPDATES IN 2 DAYS??

WHAT IS THIS MAGIC???

SEE YA GUBBLERS!

Make your choice in the comments, please. I need as many of you to vote as possible, if not all, so the voting is fair =)

~ Bub =)