"YOU HAD MY ACCOUNT CLOSED!"

I stare the avatar belonging to WHYLOKIIHATEYOU.

"I did not do that," I said.

"YES YOU DID," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

"I cannot close accounts," I said. "I am not the mastermind behind this very realm."

"YOU MADE MY ACCOUNT GET CLOSED," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"BECAUSE I TOLD YOU MY AGE," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

I pause at the avatar being a flower.

"You do not look intimidating and furious right now," I said.

"I CRIED FOR HALF AN HOUR," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

"So?" I ask. "Doesn't make you look angry at me; in fact you are a flower and I cannot see your mouth move."

Their avatar changes into a Van Helsing-the one seen in the 2004 movie-complete with his main choice of weapon being a metal bow with a very long wooden arrow. I fold my arms rolling an eye.

"About time you got a avatar," I said. "Now can you please stop typing in caps and speak typical?"

"NEVER," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

"You are still eleven, right?" I ask.

"THE HELL I AM," WHYLOKIIHATEYOU said.

"Age recorded, again," The female voice said.

"Private Message ends right here," I said. "Toodles!"

I speed off leaving the hater in the dust towards the help center over the hills, over a bridge, and through some messy passageways where some Wattpadians lurk without an account. I look over my shoulder stopping at a corner making sure the hater hadn't gone after me. I breath a sigh of relief but I knew for sure this user had plenty of time to stay mad at me.

I sneak into the help house through the backdoor.

"Hello!"

I jump tossing whoever said that phrase into the wall.

"Ow,"

I back away.

"That was an accident," I said, seeing Nicky1k97 land on the ground. "You scared me."

Nicky1k97 gets up.

"What's the hurry?" Nicky1k97 asks.

"I have to report someone," I said, walking away.

"Well, I normally wouldn't get a roleplay going on in my Private Messages because you got 'scared'," Nicky1k97 said.

I stop, then turn towards Nicky1k97.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I said.

"Try me," Nicky197 said.

"Wattpad is real," I said.

"I know it is real," Nicky1k97 said. "I am using it and so are you."

"It is a realm," I said.

Nicky1k97's feline mouth opens partially into a little 'o'.

"Oh, so you are interested in Norse," Nicky1k97 said.

"I am a Norse God," I said. "To me, I am speaking to a cat in the hallway. There is plainly white boresome walls, a blue rug reaching into the lobby and back, doorways leading to different sections of this help house, and some picture frames that have black insides with strings of words appearing in blue."

"Wow," Nicky1k97 said. "That is very creative."

"I am not making this up," I said. "I have heard numerous reactions like yours and I have a underage user to report."

I walk past Nicky1k97.

"You musta' got a bad case of chatting with a underage user," Nick1k97 said.

"LOKI, I CAN TURN YOUR LIFE UPSIDE DOWN TELLING EVERYONE WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" I hear the furious user outside.

Too bad I am reporting them, and I will do that repeatedly.