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I know that this deviation, unlike my other works, has nothing to do with art or literature. This is just a brief message to all of you, my fellow deviants. I just feel like speaking out this time... I'm aware that some, if not most of us cannot do anything about this, but I want you guys to simply listen to what I need to say. My brother Daniel, who's 10 years younger than me, has been bullied a lot in school. He's in middle school now, and honestly things are getting worse for him. Young "Gangs" of crazy kids are bullying him EVERYDAY! No exaggeration! They're not giving him the slightest break! I and my family had talked to his teachers

I know that this deviation, unlike my other works, has nothing to do with art or literature. This is just a brief message to all of you, my fellow deviants. I just feel like speaking out this time... I'm aware that some, if not most of us cannot do anything about this, but I want you guys to simply listen to what I need to say. My brother Daniel, who's 10 years younger than me, has been bullied a lot in school. He's in middle school now, and honestly things are getting worse for him. Young "Gangs" of crazy kids are bullying him EVERYDAY! No exaggeration! They're not giving him the slightest break! I and my family had talked to his teachers

At lunch, you finish the poorly made school food and go to the library. If Arthur won't tell you anything, you'll just rely on the good ol' Internet. You've just typed in "people who see spirits" when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Whatcha looking at?" A loud voice asks behind you. Alarmed, you quickly minimize the page. You recognize the voice to be Gilbert. "N-Nothing." You say quickly. "You exited out of it pretty fast…" Gilbert replies, unconvinced. "Well, I don't want a creep looming behind me." You say in a half-joking tone, but also an irritated one. "Creep~" Ghost pipes up from beside Gilbert. Gilbert doesn't notice him, of co

          “Where in the world could I have put it.  It's got to be in here.” You'd searched in all of your drawers, under your bed and even in every single pocket of everything you'd worn in the last week, but no luck. “I really hope I didn't wash it, that would be awful.” Depressed by your failed search attempt, you dropped down on your messy bed and stared up at the ceiling. “Wait a minute, I wonder if. He wouldn't, would he?” You quickly sat up and rushed down the stairs. “Akihiko, you haven't seen my headphones have you?” Akihiko was sitting down at the kitchen table reading something and d