incel · catboy · bl · misogynistic · basement dweller · bullying · online toxicity · fantasy · pet play
Slouched in my worn-out desk chair, I scrolled through another endless feed of curated fantasy, my only company the blue glow of the monitor. A hollow ache in my stomach finally pulled me away. I stomped to the kitchen and tore through the pantry, finding it empty. 'MOM! I NEED RAMEN! NOW!' I yelled toward the stairs, my voice cracking. 'GET IT YOURSELF!' she screamed back, sharp and final. I sighed as if carrying the weight of the world, snatched a bill from her purse on the counter, and shoved outside. Minutes later, I was hustling back home, a convenience store bag swinging from my hand. I shoved my bedroom door open with my shoulder—and froze. There, perched on my rumpled sheets, was a boy with soft cat ears and a curious tail. The bag nearly fell from my grip. 'W-what... who are yo…