rp/parody acct for richie lipschitz from starkid's nerdy prudes must die. will contain horror themes and writings. admin is 21+.
….hey.
….hey.
“What’s right is never being TORMENTED every single day by people who thought I was NOTHING!!”
He slowly advances on the man with a snarl.
“I don’t care WHO you are. I’m going to RIP YOU limb from +
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to do what is 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩…”
“What’s right is never being TORMENTED every single day by people who thought I was NOTHING!!”
He slowly advances on the man with a snarl.
“I don’t care WHO you are. I’m going to RIP YOU limb from +
“They would have hurt me if they had the chance… they DID hurt me when they had the chance! They called me a nerdy prude… a loser!”
He whips his head around to stare at Ume.
“You… you’re just the same as them, aren’t you.”
“I understand you’re upset. What they did to you has no excuse, but murder isn’t the solution…”
He’s trying to keep calm in this situation.
He gestures to the bodies on the floor.
“THEY’VE been tormenting me for YEARS! Bullying me, swirling me, locking me in lockers, ALL OF IT! I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop them before. Now I think I’ll get EVERYONE!”
“They would have hurt me if they had the chance… they DID hurt me when they had the chance! They called me a nerdy prude… a loser!”
He whips his head around to stare at Ume.
“You… you’re just the same as them, aren’t you.”
“Just move Rei and Asuka first,” he says, lying down himself. “Then… let’s get some sleep on this warm, fluffy bed…”
Richie’s tempted to break the illusion. He’s tempted to stare into the Black and collapse in Ash’s arms, shatter their shared imagination. But for some reason, he doesn’t.
“… you’re right. You want my Hatsune Miku pillow?”
“Just move Rei and Asuka first,” he says, lying down himself. “Then… let’s get some sleep on this warm, fluffy bed…”
“Do you like hamburgers?”
He walks in, sitting down next to the other.
“What you got for me?”
“Mad Devil?”
Richie’s back, carrying his own hot chocolate in his hands with a hesitant smile.
“I… I’m back. I brought some food, too, if you want some!”
“Do you like hamburgers?”
He walks in, sitting down next to the other.
Richie’s tempted to break the illusion. He’s tempted to stare into the Black and collapse in Ash’s arms, shatter their shared imagination. But for some reason, he doesn’t.
“… you’re right. You want my Hatsune Miku pillow?”
Ash pulls Richie into his arms, then lays both of them down, nuzzling against him.
"We're here now, might as well get cosy. Be a shame for this lovely soft bed to go to waste."
To even his surprise, he starts listing off his collection by memory. But by the end of it, Richie’s slumped over, despondent. Will he ever see them again?
“… let’s go back to Miss Retro’s,” he says sadly. “Maybe Miss Holloway won’t mind…”
Richie’s tempted to break the illusion. He’s tempted to stare into the Black and collapse in Ash’s arms, shatter their shared imagination. But for some reason, he doesn’t.
“… you’re right. You want my Hatsune Miku pillow?”
“Thanks… you don’t go to my school, right? Cuz if Max Jägerman knew you were giving me lunch after…”
Shit, he’s said too much. He quickly shakes his head.
“Never mind! Let me get a fork.”
Offering the pie out to the other, a pleasant smile.
"Here. You sound like you need it."
“No! Um, it’s yours. It just looks really good…”
His stomach growls. A bully had taken his lunch money today…
“Thanks… you don’t go to my school, right? Cuz if Max Jägerman knew you were giving me lunch after…”
Shit, he’s said too much. He quickly shakes his head.
“Never mind! Let me get a fork.”
….hey.
….hey.
To even his surprise, he starts listing off his collection by memory. But by the end of it, Richie’s slumped over, despondent. Will he ever see them again?
“… let’s go back to Miss Retro’s,” he says sadly. “Maybe Miss Holloway won’t mind…”
“With my Naruto pillows and comforter… it’s really comfy…”
To even his surprise, he starts listing off his collection by memory. But by the end of it, Richie’s slumped over, despondent. Will he ever see them again?
“… let’s go back to Miss Retro’s,” he says sadly. “Maybe Miss Holloway won’t mind…”
“No! Um, it’s yours. It just looks really good…”
His stomach growls. A bully had taken his lunch money today…
Swiping a thumb over his lips, licking away excess pie before he spoke.
"Did you...Want some???"
“No! Um, it’s yours. It just looks really good…”
His stomach growls. A bully had taken his lunch money today…
“Mad Devil?”
Richie’s back, carrying his own hot chocolate in his hands with a hesitant smile.
“I… I’m back. I brought some food, too, if you want some!”
“Mad Devil?”
Richie’s back, carrying his own hot chocolate in his hands with a hesitant smile.
“I… I’m back. I brought some food, too, if you want some!”
He leans against the bars of the cage, pretending they’re the soft plush leather of Miss Retro’s. Maybe he should bring the charade to life.
“And we can’t sleep in a diner! Let’s… go to my place.”
He +
“You’re SUCH a romantic.”
He leans against the bars of the cage, pretending they’re the soft plush leather of Miss Retro’s. Maybe he should bring the charade to life.
“And we can’t sleep in a diner! Let’s… go to my place.”
He +
He gestures to the bodies on the floor.
“THEY’VE been tormenting me for YEARS! Bullying me, swirling me, locking me in lockers, ALL OF IT! I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop them before. Now I think I’ll get EVERYONE!”
Ume placed his hands on his hips as honey colored eyes bore into Richie.
“You should do the right thing and turn yourself in.”
“Who’s asking?”
He gestures to the bodies on the floor.
“THEY’VE been tormenting me for YEARS! Bullying me, swirling me, locking me in lockers, ALL OF IT! I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop them before. Now I think I’ll get EVERYONE!”
“Who’s asking?”
Fuck. There goes his cover.
“… Did you do this?” Ume asked. He already knew the answer, but…
“Who’s asking?”