Post by Charlie on Feb 1, 2013 3:49:19 GMT -5
A 667er’s Angst: Mister MD
Mister M was feeling rather opposed by one of his favourite forums. Everyone had the wrong end of the stick. He and Charlie had been in a fair contest for Bee’s heart, and he had been using his natural charm. Charlie, however, had cheated. See, Bee had revealed in an earlier thread that she was attracted to people who were awesome (which Mister actually was), but he’d never seen this thread, so hadn’t realised she’d ever said so. Charlie however had, and had been lusting after Bee solely for her looks after having seen a post of hers in the PYP thread. He had no consideration for his opponent, and was willing to use any means to win the lovely lady over. As previously stated, Bee had said she was attracted to awesomeness, so Charlie had devised a plan, consisting of telling Bee that he was awesome. Shock horror, it worked. Mister had been mortified, for Charlie was clearly not awesome. He had no charm, no text-conveyable sense of humour, and was terrible at writing angst fics (actually, most fics in general). He watched in alarm as Bee accepted Charlie’s proposal of engagement, and wept the following night through in his grief. It wasn’t fair. He and Bee lived within a day’s travel, and something would have been able to come out of it. At the very least, he could have met the person whose beauty he held in highest esteem. Charlie however lived on the other side of the world, and apparently “wasn’t enthused about travelling”. It was terrible. Awful. A waste. Why couldn’t Charlie have loved Kensicle, Lemona, or Lucas? At least they lived in the same country. He was outraged, appalled. He loved Bee, in both personality and looks. She was funny, hip, nerdy, proximal, and above all, not a skanky-monkey-magikarp. Just his kind of girl. He had tried to warn Bee that her fiancée was a forgery, and didn’t really love her, and for thanks he got called a “stalker”, “creepy”, and even depicted in one fic as an attempted child molester. It made him desperately unhappy. One day at the penthouse, he slipped up. He couldn’t hold in all the sadness anymore, so to dispel it he made some sort of lewd joke/ mean comment/ sexist comment (?). Everyone was appalled. He was so sorry. So so sorry. He tried to tell them how sorry he was, but this just got passed off as spam. Everyone seemed to be against him. As if they didn’t like him. Who were they to judge? Were they writing a highly anticipated crossover of ASOUE and DW? No. They were all just people who didn’t know the truth. Anyhow, someone brought up the subject of Charlie/ Bee (Chrunch was it?) again, and rivulets of tears streamed down his face. The person to whom his one and only love was affianced was his enemy, and the person to which his nemesis was affianced was his one and only love. He decided he was going to end it all. He would delete his proboards account that night. That’s when he got the message. A PM from Charlie Snicket entitled “Sorry dude”. He opened it up, and found to his surprise a message explaining how guilty Charles had been about duping Bee. In his PM he explained he was going to end his proboards life that night. Mister responded almost immediately with the answer that he shouldn’t. He outlined the fact that he had been going to end his life that night, and if they both did it, it would ruin the moment. Charlie sent a message back fifteen minutes after this saying he had something he needed to tell Mister. Mister asked what it was. Charlie told him, and when he first read it Mister was unable to believe what he had read. Charles had said that he loved him, and always had. When he was pretending to try and entice Bee, he was actually working with Bee to try and seduce M. It all made sense now. How incongruous the two Charlies had seemed, how Charlie still acted nice after having beaten Mister. Why Charlie had credited him in the 667er editorial. It was love. Mister immediately sent a PM professing his love, and organising some sort of lovely skypey hot thing. To Bee. His one. His only. That night Charlie committed E-Suicide, and it was all over the 667er the next month. Mister and Bee met up in London a week later, and arranged to meet up again. Bee wasn’t really as repulsed by Mister as she had expected, he was a real funny guy. She was sad at the loss of Charles Snicket, and said some moving words at his E-funeral. His E-gravestone read: Here lies Charles Snicket, who lost the object of his desire to someone he thought was his friend. RIP
So yah. Not actually going to delete my account. Seriously, never. Just thought I might contribute another 667 fic to the forum, seeing as it really needs more of those. This might become a kind of series about angst, because nobody likes angsty things (example: Order of the Phoenix, which is my favourite HP book ). I don’t really like angsty things either. Oh, and I feel like a douche writing about myself, so please don’t be all like “that guy is a douche”, because I won’t be in most other ones (If I can be arsed writing them). K. Bai
Mister M was feeling rather opposed by one of his favourite forums. Everyone had the wrong end of the stick. He and Charlie had been in a fair contest for Bee’s heart, and he had been using his natural charm. Charlie, however, had cheated. See, Bee had revealed in an earlier thread that she was attracted to people who were awesome (which Mister actually was), but he’d never seen this thread, so hadn’t realised she’d ever said so. Charlie however had, and had been lusting after Bee solely for her looks after having seen a post of hers in the PYP thread. He had no consideration for his opponent, and was willing to use any means to win the lovely lady over. As previously stated, Bee had said she was attracted to awesomeness, so Charlie had devised a plan, consisting of telling Bee that he was awesome. Shock horror, it worked. Mister had been mortified, for Charlie was clearly not awesome. He had no charm, no text-conveyable sense of humour, and was terrible at writing angst fics (actually, most fics in general). He watched in alarm as Bee accepted Charlie’s proposal of engagement, and wept the following night through in his grief. It wasn’t fair. He and Bee lived within a day’s travel, and something would have been able to come out of it. At the very least, he could have met the person whose beauty he held in highest esteem. Charlie however lived on the other side of the world, and apparently “wasn’t enthused about travelling”. It was terrible. Awful. A waste. Why couldn’t Charlie have loved Kensicle, Lemona, or Lucas? At least they lived in the same country. He was outraged, appalled. He loved Bee, in both personality and looks. She was funny, hip, nerdy, proximal, and above all, not a skanky-monkey-magikarp. Just his kind of girl. He had tried to warn Bee that her fiancée was a forgery, and didn’t really love her, and for thanks he got called a “stalker”, “creepy”, and even depicted in one fic as an attempted child molester. It made him desperately unhappy. One day at the penthouse, he slipped up. He couldn’t hold in all the sadness anymore, so to dispel it he made some sort of lewd joke/ mean comment/ sexist comment (?). Everyone was appalled. He was so sorry. So so sorry. He tried to tell them how sorry he was, but this just got passed off as spam. Everyone seemed to be against him. As if they didn’t like him. Who were they to judge? Were they writing a highly anticipated crossover of ASOUE and DW? No. They were all just people who didn’t know the truth. Anyhow, someone brought up the subject of Charlie/ Bee (Chrunch was it?) again, and rivulets of tears streamed down his face. The person to whom his one and only love was affianced was his enemy, and the person to which his nemesis was affianced was his one and only love. He decided he was going to end it all. He would delete his proboards account that night. That’s when he got the message. A PM from Charlie Snicket entitled “Sorry dude”. He opened it up, and found to his surprise a message explaining how guilty Charles had been about duping Bee. In his PM he explained he was going to end his proboards life that night. Mister responded almost immediately with the answer that he shouldn’t. He outlined the fact that he had been going to end his life that night, and if they both did it, it would ruin the moment. Charlie sent a message back fifteen minutes after this saying he had something he needed to tell Mister. Mister asked what it was. Charlie told him, and when he first read it Mister was unable to believe what he had read. Charles had said that he loved him, and always had. When he was pretending to try and entice Bee, he was actually working with Bee to try and seduce M. It all made sense now. How incongruous the two Charlies had seemed, how Charlie still acted nice after having beaten Mister. Why Charlie had credited him in the 667er editorial. It was love. Mister immediately sent a PM professing his love, and organising some sort of lovely skypey hot thing. To Bee. His one. His only. That night Charlie committed E-Suicide, and it was all over the 667er the next month. Mister and Bee met up in London a week later, and arranged to meet up again. Bee wasn’t really as repulsed by Mister as she had expected, he was a real funny guy. She was sad at the loss of Charles Snicket, and said some moving words at his E-funeral. His E-gravestone read: Here lies Charles Snicket, who lost the object of his desire to someone he thought was his friend. RIP
So yah. Not actually going to delete my account. Seriously, never. Just thought I might contribute another 667 fic to the forum, seeing as it really needs more of those. This might become a kind of series about angst, because nobody likes angsty things (example: Order of the Phoenix, which is my favourite HP book ). I don’t really like angsty things either. Oh, and I feel like a douche writing about myself, so please don’t be all like “that guy is a douche”, because I won’t be in most other ones (If I can be arsed writing them). K. Bai