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You've been jeering Dirk Strider for weeks now. He is clearly the most obedient to your whims of the infamous "Alpha kids" who go to your school; the same Alpha kids who your sister has increasingly become obsessed with. Apparently, the Alpha kids are the shit at school and everyone just loves them. They're all your sister can talk about recently, and you constantly try to get her to shut the fuck up about their relationships. She finds them interesting or looks up to them or some shit. You wouldn't know. You can't understand her obsession with them and when you confronted her about it, all she said was she finds them "endearing." Endearing your ass. You skimmed some of the writing she's done. Vile, filthy, disgusting writing. Fuck that.

However, your curiosity was peaked. You began jeering the friends to see just what was so interesting about them that your sister obsessively wrote horrible fanfiction of the group in unsightly shipping pairs doing unspeakable things. Thus far in your observations, you conclude that they're all useless fucking idiots. Dirk is slightly less useless since he heeds your every word and does what you fucking tell him to. He provides you with endless entertainment and you feel an overwhelming sense of power over him because he will never fucking know it's you.

See, you've created a character – an avatar if you will – in order to jeer these Alpha kids. That's the beauty of the internet. You can just create a username and invade the personal lives of four very annoying human individuals with none of them the wiser. You're very quiet during school. Never spoke a word to any of them. Yet, you hold such power over them via your username undyingUmbrage and it's so. Fucking. Delicious. And they'll never know it's you.

You snicker inaudibly at the thought as you walk the halls of school after the last bell rung. You are looking forward to jeering the "Dirk human" as you so fondly call Dirk Strider – the Alpha kids are so far beneath you that using their first name with "human" after it sounds so demeaning. Also, it goes along with your persona of an alien, which was an inside joke on your part of assuming a more superior race over the Alpha kids to better subjugate them.

As you step into the courtyard to wait for your sister, you see them, the Alpha kids. You stay the fuck away as you scrutinize their behavior from afar. The Jake human has said something apparently funny as the rest of them laugh. The Roxy human trips over herself in her amusement and falls right into the Jane human, almost taking the Jane human with her. You feel a flush come to your cheeks as you think of the game you were playing with Dirk the past couple of nights concerning copious amounts of pornography. Yeeeeessss. You fucking like that, don't you, Jane human? Don't deny your feelings. You feel yourself grin as you think of a new scenario that you'll make Dirk draw tonight when you both get online.

But wait. What's that? Out of the corner of your eye while you watch the bitches get their tenderness on, you see the Dirk human lean in to the Jake human. What the hell? What is this? You remember the Dirk human going on last night about how the bitches got two pairings while Dirk and Jake only got one. There was some serious implications of non-bitch shipping going on that you adamantly abhor and oppose.

Suddenly, there's the Dirk human's gloved hand snaking up the Jake human's back. There it is resting on his shoulder. Your face flushes. Are they allowed to do this in public? This is undoubtedly obscene. No, wait. More is happening. He is leaning into the Jake human more. You feel yourself start to shake. There's that smile on the Dirk human's lips as he whispers something in the Jake human's ear and he actually chuckles. Right in the Jake human's ear.

No. Stop. Stop that right this instant. Remove that hand at once. Stop that incessant smiling.

You feel yourself step forward. "Don't-" your mouth manages before you catch yourself. You're not behind your username. You can't tell Dirk Strider what to do right now. You take a step back. You'll have plenty of time to do that later.

"What are you doing?" You turn away from the Alpha kids to face your sister. "You look pissed. Well… more pissed than usual. Did something happen?"

You don't say anything, merely look at the ground. You don't hear what she says next. You don't see the world as you both walk home. You don't feel yourself slump down in your chair at your computer when you get there. You don't recognize that you turn on your computer and log on. You don't remember staring blankly at the computer screen until timaeusTestified logs on. You don't notice what you've already typed to Dirk until after you've done it.

uu: LET'S PLAY A GAME, DIRK HuMAN STRIDER.

TT: Oh, hey.

TT: What's up?

TT: Come back for more "pornography?"

uu: YES. I DEMAND SO MUCH PORNOGRAPHY.

uu: I WILL EVEN. TAKE MERCY ON YOu.

uu: I WILL INDuLGE IN YOuR OBSCENE FETISH TO DEPICT NON-BITCHES IN THE TANTALIZING MANEuVER THAT IS HuMAN COuRTSHIP.

TT: Wait… really?

uu: SHuT YOuR FILTHY MOuTH.

uu: YOu WILL DRAW THE JAKE HuMAN AND THE DIRK HuMAN. STANDING. TOGETHER. CLOSE IN ONE ANOTHER'S VISCINITY BuT NOT YET TOuCHING.

uu: NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOu WILL DO THIS IMMEDIATELY AS I INSTRuCT.

TT: On it.

You stare blankly at the screen as you wait for Dirk to finish his drawing. What are you even doing? This is not what you want. In fact, this is the opposite of what you want. What possessed you to make Dirk do this? Why don't you stop it now before he sends you any pictures of what you don't want to see?

You toy with the idea of calling it off, begging your fingers to start typing. You don't know what's holding you back. Before you can convince yourself to go through with it, your computer alerts you that Dirk has sent you a file. Again, you don't know what comes over you when you open the file.

There it is. Jake and Dirk standing in close proximity doing nothing but standing close to one another as you had instructed. Too close. You don't want a repeat of what you saw earlier today.

uu: YOu CASuALLY PuT YOuR ARM AROuND HIS SHOuLDER. TENDERLY.

uu: AND YOu SMILE AT HIM. YOu SMILE AT THAT SON OF A BITCH LIKE HE'S THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD THAT MATTERS.

The reply you get from Dirk is nearly instantaneous. You open the file immediately, coming to the conclusion you must be some sort of masochist. It looks exactly like what you saw in the courtyard, except Dirk and Jake aren't wearing the same thing they were wearing today. The drawing deptics the two boys wearing the same T-shirt Dirk always makes his characters wear with a stupid symbol that's supposed to represent the said character. Which it doesn't. It's so stupid. No gloves this time either. Just the stupid hat-T-shirt and skull-T-shirt. Stupid. Stupid. Dumb.

uu: FuCK.

uu: THE JAKE HuMAN PuTS HIS HAND ON YOuR CHEST. HE LOOKS INTO YOuR EYES. HE WANTS YOu. HE ASKS YOu TO BE HIS.

Again, Dirk's reply is quick. He hasn't said much during this particular game; a game that you're losing, by the way. He must be really fucking into this game to give you the pornography you desire so quickly with no interruption of your instructions. The thought pisses you off.

When you open the file, you feel disgusted. This is not how you want the scene in the courtyard to play out. You hate seeing Jake's hand on Dirk's chest. You hate the little green text asking "Will you be mine, babe?" above Jake's head. You can't take it anymore. You hate this. You don't know what you're doing anymore.

uu: NO. NO. NO. NO. FuCK THIS. NO.

uu: ALL WRONG. FuCK THIS SHIT. NO.

uu: THIS IS ALL FuCKING WRONG. THIS IS NOT NEARLY AS TENDER AS I WANT. THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT. YOu WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, DIRK HuMAN.

TT: What's wrong with it?

uu: NO. NO. NO. YOu WILL ADD A NEW CHARACTER TO THIS SCENE.

TT: Uhhh… okay. Sure. I kinda figured you wouldn't be into the yaois.

TT: Jane or Roxy?

uu: NEITHER. THE NEW CHARACTER WILL BE ME.

TT: What?

uu: DRAW ME THERE. FuRTHER AWAY FROM YOu TWO. NOW. RIGHT NOW.

TT: Dude, I don't even know what you look like.

uu: WHO MAKES THE RuLES FOR THIS GAME?

uu: ME. THAT'S WHO. AND YOu WILL DO AS I SAY. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I LOOK LIKE. YOu WILL DRAW ME NOW. IN THE BACKGROuND. AND YOu SEE ME. YOu LOOK OVER TO ME AND MAKE NOTE OF MY PRESENCE. DO IT. I SWEAR I'LL KILL MY SISTER IF YOu DON'T.

TT: I thought you already killed her.

uu: SHuT THE FuCK UP AND DRAW, HuMAN SLAVE DIRK.

TT: One personification of an unknown being coming right up.

Now you really don't know what you're doing. Why are you putting yourself in this absurd comic? The thought never crossed your mind and now that you're asking Dirk to put you in the comic, you really don't know what you're doing.

It takes longer this time, but a new file is sent and you open it up. You gape at the computer screen at your new personification standing behind Jake's back in the distance and the little orange text in a thought bubble above Dirk's head reading "Alien presence duly noted."

uu: WHAT THE FuCK IS THIS? NO, THIS IS WRONG.

uu: WHAT DO YOu THINK I LOOK LIKE?

TT: I told you I don't know.

uu: WHY IS MY HAIR WHITE AND WAVY HORNS GROWING OuT OF MY HEAD? WHAT ARE THOSE RED SWIRLS DOING ON MY CHEEKS? THIS IS NOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE.

TT: Well…

TT: You always act like some kind of alien, claiming to know nothing about our "human courtship."

TT: So I made you look like an alien.

uu: THIS IS AN ALIEN?

TT: Sure. Why not?

uu: uGH. YOu STuPID, FILTHY HuMAN SLuT-BuCKET.

uu: FINE. FINE IT WILL HAVE TO DO. YOuR SuBSTANDARD IMAGINATION WILL BE ACCEPTED FOR NOW.

uu: YOu SHOuLD BE GRATEFuL.

TT: Whatever.

uu: YOu ARE DISTRACTED BY MY ALIEN PRESENCE. YOu ARE SUCCuMBED WITH THE DESIRE TO LOOK AT ME. YOuR EYES EXPRESS FOREIGN FEELINGS OF LONGING FOR ONE WHO IS NOT THE JAKE HuMAN.

uu: THE JAKE HuMAN IS STILL AWAITING YOuR RESPONSE AND IS NOT PLEASED WITH YOuR DISTRACTION. HE GETS YOuR ATTENTION AND DEMANDS YOu ANSER HIM.

Dirk's response is slower again. He seems to have lost interest in this game and is reluctant to respond. His drawings, however, do not disappoint.

Dirk's caricature looks at yours. There is a blush on his face and anime sparkles around his face as he thinks to himself "That is a hot piece of alien ass." You feel your own face heat up as you take a moment to admire the first panel; the way Dirk would be looking at you.

Your eyes dart to the next panel and your eyes narrow in disgust as you see the Jake human's hands clasp either side of Dirk's face to bring his attention solely on the Jake human. The green text says, "U didn't answer me, bb. Do u love me?" You are filled with an unexplainable rage.

uu: YOu SAY NO. YOu SAY NO THIS INSTANT.

uu: TELL THAT SORRY SACK OF WHORE FILTH TO FuCK OFF.

uu: YOu DO NOT LOVE HIM.

The response is even slower this time, and the entire time you wait you are panting and trembling with the force of your rage. You think you have pressed Dirk too far and offended him so that he will not play your game. You are about to jeer him when the file is sent to you. It is satisfying to see Dirk shove Jake away from him with the orange text reading "No. I don't love u Jake. Go fuck Jane."

TT: Happy?

You are filled with so much satisfaction at that post.

uu: YOu DESIRE THE ALIEN NOW. WALK OVER WITH YOuR HuMAN "SWAGGER." YOu EXPRESS YOuR DESIRE IN WORDS.

TT: …k.

The post comes quicker this time. There is Dirk standing in front of your personification. He is looking into your eyes. "I want u" says the orange text. You feel your heart speed up. Yes. Yes, you want this. You want more. You want more to happen next.

uu: FuCK. YES.

uu: THAT IS SIMPLY…. DISGUSTINGLY TENDER.

uu: TAKE THE ALIEN'S HAND.

uu: AND TELL THE ALIEN. HE IS THE ONLY ONE. FOR YOu.

TT: …….k.

Again, the post comes faster this time. Dirk's hand is wrapped around yours. You feel your own hands clutch each other as if it really were Dirk's hand that was holding yours. You close your eyes for a moment, picturing it actually happening in the courtyard just as you described it and just as Dirk drew it. Your palms feel sweaty and you wonder if Dirk's would feel the same way.

uu: uuuuuuGH.

uu: YEEEEEESSSSS.

uu: SO GENTLE.

uu: YOu ARE NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF YOuR BODY. YOu ARE OVERCOME WITH THE uRGE TO FEEL MINE. YOuR FREE HAND LIMB SLIPS TO THE SMALL OF MY BACK.

uu: YOu ASK IF I WANT THE SAME.

Dirk's response is near instantaneous again. You shudder seeing the hand on your torso. Your own hand runs up and down your stomach and chest, to the small of your back and back to the front. There's the little text on the screen, "Am I the only one for u?" You read it in Dirk's voice and it makes you warm all over. Your stomach feels fluttery and your chest feels a little tight in the excitement.

uu: AHH. FuCK.

uu: YES! YES!

uu: I SAY YES ON THE SPOT.

The picture shows your personification's arms thrown around Dirk's neck screaming "YES I AM uRS 4EVERR." You imagine what it might feel like to hold Dirk's muscular shoulders. The heat rises, making you flushed. You loosen the collar on your neck and the cuffs at your wrists. You imagine it happening in the courtyard today. You imagine Dirk's hands on you. You imagine your hands on his muscular chest. You imagine him whispering words in your ear and you tremble. Your hands travel your chest, up your neck and in your hair. You imagine they are Dirk's hands. Your breath hitches. You stroke your hair and the side of your face, ashamed of your surprise when you don't feel the leather of Dirk's gloves on your skin. You want it to happen.

uu: FuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCK!

uu: YOu STROKE MY HAIR. LOVINGLY. SLOWLY. GENTLY.

uu: YOuR HAND CARESSES THE SIDE OF MY FACE.

uu: I FEEL THE LEATHER OF YOuR GLOVES AND NuZZLE YOuR HAND.

uu: FuCK YES, SO AFFECTIONATE.

TT: ………
uu: DO IT NOW.

uu: WHY AREN'T YOU DRAWING? I WANT MY SMuT. CARESS ME.

TT: How did you know I'm wearing gloves?

You freeze.

You read the line again.

Suddenly, you're hot for an entirely different reason. Embarrassment. Shame. You feel fear. He knows. Dirk knows. He'll know it's you. He'll figure it out. Your power is gone. He will make fun of you. He'll bully you. He's bigger than you. He will want revenge for what you've done to him, forced him to do.

You are overcome with fear. You stand up abruptly, knocking the chair over with a loud clatter. This isn't happening. You did not just give away that information. Without responding to Dirk, you shut down the computer promptly. Your legs are weak as you stumble across your room, tripping over your knocked over chair and falling into your dresser. With a trembling hand, you shut off your light and move to your bed.

You hear a knock on your door. Your sister's voice. "Are…. You okay in there? You've been acting weird all day…."

There is no way you will answer her. You hide under your covers and pretend to be asleep, though you're sure your shaking gives you away. The door answers and your sister's shadow falls over your form. She stands there for a moment and you think she understands your need to be alone. She nearly silently closes the door and lets you be. Your cheeks feel wet.

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You've been jeering Dirk Strider for weeks now. He is clearly the most obedient to your whims of the infamous "Alpha kids" who go to your school; the same Alpha kids who your sister has increasingly become obsessed with. Apparently, the Alpha kids are the shit at school and everyone just loves them. They're all your sister can talk about recently, and you constantly try to get her to shut the fuck up about their relationships. She finds them interesting or looks up to them or some shit. You wouldn't know. You can't understand her obsession with them and when you confronted her about it, all she said was she finds them "endearing." Endearing your ass. You skimmed some of the writing she's done. Vile, filthy, disgusting writing. Fuck that.

However, your curiosity was peaked. You began jeering the friends to see just what was so interesting about them that your sister obsessively wrote horrible fanfiction of the group in unsightly shipping pairs doing unspeakable things. Thus far in your observations, you conclude that they're all useless fucking idiots. Dirk is slightly less useless since he heeds your every word and does what you fucking tell him to. He provides you with endless entertainment and you feel an overwhelming sense of power over him because he will never fucking know it's you.

See, you've created a character – an avatar if you will – in order to jeer these Alpha kids. That's the beauty of the internet. You can just create a username and invade the personal lives of four very annoying human individuals with none of them the wiser. You're very quiet during school. Never spoke a word to any of them. Yet, you hold such power over them via your username undyingUmbrage and it's so. Fucking. Delicious. And they'll never know it's you.

You snicker inaudibly at the thought as you walk the halls of school after the last bell rung. You are looking forward to jeering the "Dirk human" as you so fondly call Dirk Strider – the Alpha kids are so far beneath you that using their first name with "human" after it sounds so demeaning. Also, it goes along with your persona of an alien, which was an inside joke on your part of assuming a more superior race over the Alpha kids to better subjugate them.

As you step into the courtyard to wait for your sister, you see them, the Alpha kids. You stay the fuck away as you scrutinize their behavior from afar. The Jake human has said something apparently funny as the rest of them laugh. The Roxy human trips over herself in her amusement and falls right into the Jane human, almost taking the Jane human with her. You feel a flush come to your cheeks as you think of the game you were playing with Dirk the past couple of nights concerning copious amounts of pornography. Yeeeeessss. You fucking like that, don't you, Jane human? Don't deny your feelings. You feel yourself grin as you think of a new scenario that you'll make Dirk draw tonight when you both get online.

But wait. What's that? Out of the corner of your eye while you watch the bitches get their tenderness on, you see the Dirk human lean in to the Jake human. What the hell? What is this? You remember the Dirk human going on last night about how the bitches got two pairings while Dirk and Jake only got one. There was some serious implications of non-bitch shipping going on that you adamantly abhor and oppose.

Suddenly, there's the Dirk human's gloved hand snaking up the Jake human's back. There it is resting on his shoulder. Your face flushes. Are they allowed to do this in public? This is undoubtedly obscene. No, wait. More is happening. He is leaning into the Jake human more. You feel yourself start to shake. There's that smile on the Dirk human's lips as he whispers something in the Jake human's ear and he actually chuckles. Right in the Jake human's ear.

No. Stop. Stop that right this instant. Remove that hand at once. Stop that incessant smiling.

You feel yourself step forward. "Don't-" your mouth manages before you catch yourself. You're not behind your username. You can't tell Dirk Strider what to do right now. You take a step back. You'll have plenty of time to do that later.

"What are you doing?" You turn away from the Alpha kids to face your sister. "You look pissed. Well… more pissed than usual. Did something happen?"

You don't say anything, merely look at the ground. You don't hear what she says next. You don't see the world as you both walk home. You don't feel yourself slump down in your chair at your computer when you get there. You don't recognize that you turn on your computer and log on. You don't remember staring blankly at the computer screen until timaeusTestified logs on. You don't notice what you've already typed to Dirk until after you've done it.

uu: LET'S PLAY A GAME, DIRK HuMAN STRIDER.

TT: Oh, hey.

TT: What's up?

TT: Come back for more "pornography?"

uu: YES. I DEMAND SO MUCH PORNOGRAPHY.

uu: I WILL EVEN. TAKE MERCY ON YOu.

uu: I WILL INDuLGE IN YOuR OBSCENE FETISH TO DEPICT NON-BITCHES IN THE TANTALIZING MANEuVER THAT IS HuMAN COuRTSHIP.

TT: Wait… really?

uu: SHuT YOuR FILTHY MOuTH.

uu: YOu WILL DRAW THE JAKE HuMAN AND THE DIRK HuMAN. STANDING. TOGETHER. CLOSE IN ONE ANOTHER'S VISCINITY BuT NOT YET TOuCHING.

uu: NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOu WILL DO THIS IMMEDIATELY AS I INSTRuCT.

TT: On it.

You stare blankly at the screen as you wait for Dirk to finish his drawing. What are you even doing? This is not what you want. In fact, this is the opposite of what you want. What possessed you to make Dirk do this? Why don't you stop it now before he sends you any pictures of what you don't want to see?

You toy with the idea of calling it off, begging your fingers to start typing. You don't know what's holding you back. Before you can convince yourself to go through with it, your computer alerts you that Dirk has sent you a file. Again, you don't know what comes over you when you open the file.

There it is. Jake and Dirk standing in close proximity doing nothing but standing close to one another as you had instructed. Too close. You don't want a repeat of what you saw earlier today.

uu: YOu CASuALLY PuT YOuR ARM AROuND HIS SHOuLDER. TENDERLY.

uu: AND YOu SMILE AT HIM. YOu SMILE AT THAT SON OF A BITCH LIKE HE'S THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD THAT MATTERS.

The reply you get from Dirk is nearly instantaneous. You open the file immediately, coming to the conclusion you must be some sort of masochist. It looks exactly like what you saw in the courtyard, except Dirk and Jake aren't wearing the same thing they were wearing today. The drawing deptics the two boys wearing the same T-shirt Dirk always makes his characters wear with a stupid symbol that's supposed to represent the said character. Which it doesn't. It's so stupid. No gloves this time either. Just the stupid hat-T-shirt and skull-T-shirt. Stupid. Stupid. Dumb.

uu: FuCK.

uu: THE JAKE HuMAN PuTS HIS HAND ON YOuR CHEST. HE LOOKS INTO YOuR EYES. HE WANTS YOu. HE ASKS YOu TO BE HIS.

Again, Dirk's reply is quick. He hasn't said much during this particular game; a game that you're losing, by the way. He must be really fucking into this game to give you the pornography you desire so quickly with no interruption of your instructions. The thought pisses you off.

When you open the file, you feel disgusted. This is not how you want the scene in the courtyard to play out. You hate seeing Jake's hand on Dirk's chest. You hate the little green text asking "Will you be mine, babe?" above Jake's head. You can't take it anymore. You hate this. You don't know what you're doing anymore.

uu: NO. NO. NO. NO. FuCK THIS. NO.

uu: ALL WRONG. FuCK THIS SHIT. NO.

uu: THIS IS ALL FuCKING WRONG. THIS IS NOT NEARLY AS TENDER AS I WANT. THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT. YOu WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, DIRK HuMAN.

TT: What's wrong with it?

uu: NO. NO. NO. YOu WILL ADD A NEW CHARACTER TO THIS SCENE.

TT: Uhhh… okay. Sure. I kinda figured you wouldn't be into the yaois.

TT: Jane or Roxy?

uu: NEITHER. THE NEW CHARACTER WILL BE ME.

TT: What?

uu: DRAW ME THERE. FuRTHER AWAY FROM YOu TWO. NOW. RIGHT NOW.

TT: Dude, I don't even know what you look like.

uu: WHO MAKES THE RuLES FOR THIS GAME?

uu: ME. THAT'S WHO. AND YOu WILL DO AS I SAY. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I LOOK LIKE. YOu WILL DRAW ME NOW. IN THE BACKGROuND. AND YOu SEE ME. YOu LOOK OVER TO ME AND MAKE NOTE OF MY PRESENCE. DO IT. I SWEAR I'LL KILL MY SISTER IF YOu DON'T.

TT: I thought you already killed her.

uu: SHuT THE FuCK UP AND DRAW, HuMAN SLAVE DIRK.

TT: One personification of an unknown being coming right up.

Now you really don't know what you're doing. Why are you putting yourself in this absurd comic? The thought never crossed your mind and now that you're asking Dirk to put you in the comic, you really don't know what you're doing.

It takes longer this time, but a new file is sent and you open it up. You gape at the computer screen at your new personification standing behind Jake's back in the distance and the little orange text in a thought bubble above Dirk's head reading "Alien presence duly noted."

uu: WHAT THE FuCK IS THIS? NO, THIS IS WRONG.

uu: WHAT DO YOu THINK I LOOK LIKE?

TT: I told you I don't know.

uu: WHY IS MY HAIR WHITE AND WAVY HORNS GROWING OuT OF MY HEAD? WHAT ARE THOSE RED SWIRLS DOING ON MY CHEEKS? THIS IS NOT WHAT I LOOK LIKE.

TT: Well…

TT: You always act like some kind of alien, claiming to know nothing about our "human courtship."

TT: So I made you look like an alien.

uu: THIS IS AN ALIEN?

TT: Sure. Why not?

uu: uGH. YOu STuPID, FILTHY HuMAN SLuT-BuCKET.

uu: FINE. FINE IT WILL HAVE TO DO. YOuR SuBSTANDARD IMAGINATION WILL BE ACCEPTED FOR NOW.

uu: YOu SHOuLD BE GRATEFuL.

TT: Whatever.

uu: YOu ARE DISTRACTED BY MY ALIEN PRESENCE. YOu ARE SUCCuMBED WITH THE DESIRE TO LOOK AT ME. YOuR EYES EXPRESS FOREIGN FEELINGS OF LONGING FOR ONE WHO IS NOT THE JAKE HuMAN.

uu: THE JAKE HuMAN IS STILL AWAITING YOuR RESPONSE AND IS NOT PLEASED WITH YOuR DISTRACTION. HE GETS YOuR ATTENTION AND DEMANDS YOu ANSER HIM.

Dirk's response is slower again. He seems to have lost interest in this game and is reluctant to respond. His drawings, however, do not disappoint.

Dirk's caricature looks at yours. There is a blush on his face and anime sparkles around his face as he thinks to himself "That is a hot piece of alien ass." You feel your own face heat up as you take a moment to admire the first panel; the way Dirk would be looking at you.

Your eyes dart to the next panel and your eyes narrow in disgust as you see the Jake human's hands clasp either side of Dirk's face to bring his attention solely on the Jake human. The green text says, "U didn't answer me, bb. Do u love me?" You are filled with an unexplainable rage.

uu: YOu SAY NO. YOu SAY NO THIS INSTANT.

uu: TELL THAT SORRY SACK OF WHORE FILTH TO FuCK OFF.

uu: YOu DO NOT LOVE HIM.

The response is even slower this time, and the entire time you wait you are panting and trembling with the force of your rage. You think you have pressed Dirk too far and offended him so that he will not play your game. You are about to jeer him when the file is sent to you. It is satisfying to see Dirk shove Jake away from him with the orange text reading "No. I don't love u Jake. Go fuck Jane."

TT: Happy?

You are filled with so much satisfaction at that post.

uu: YOu DESIRE THE ALIEN NOW. WALK OVER WITH YOuR HuMAN "SWAGGER." YOu EXPRESS YOuR DESIRE IN WORDS.

TT: …k.

The post comes quicker this time. There is Dirk standing in front of your personification. He is looking into your eyes. "I want u" says the orange text. You feel your heart speed up. Yes. Yes, you want this. You want more. You want more to happen next.

uu: FuCK. YES.

uu: THAT IS SIMPLY…. DISGUSTINGLY TENDER.

uu: TAKE THE ALIEN'S HAND.

uu: AND TELL THE ALIEN. HE IS THE ONLY ONE. FOR YOu.

TT: …….k.

Again, the post comes faster this time. Dirk's hand is wrapped around yours. You feel your own hands clutch each other as if it really were Dirk's hand that was holding yours. You close your eyes for a moment, picturing it actually happening in the courtyard just as you described it and just as Dirk drew it. Your palms feel sweaty and you wonder if Dirk's would feel the same way.

uu: uuuuuuGH.

uu: YEEEEEESSSSS.

uu: SO GENTLE.

uu: YOu ARE NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF YOuR BODY. YOu ARE OVERCOME WITH THE uRGE TO FEEL MINE. YOuR FREE HAND LIMB SLIPS TO THE SMALL OF MY BACK.

uu: YOu ASK IF I WANT THE SAME.

Dirk's response is near instantaneous again. You shudder seeing the hand on your torso. Your own hand runs up and down your stomach and chest, to the small of your back and back to the front. There's the little text on the screen, "Am I the only one for u?" You read it in Dirk's voice and it makes you warm all over. Your stomach feels fluttery and your chest feels a little tight in the excitement.

uu: AHH. FuCK.

uu: YES! YES!

uu: I SAY YES ON THE SPOT.

The picture shows your personification's arms thrown around Dirk's neck screaming "YES I AM uRS 4EVERR." You imagine what it might feel like to hold Dirk's muscular shoulders. The heat rises, making you flushed. You loosen the collar on your neck and the cuffs at your wrists. You imagine it happening in the courtyard today. You imagine Dirk's hands on you. You imagine your hands on his muscular chest. You imagine him whispering words in your ear and you tremble. Your hands travel your chest, up your neck and in your hair. You imagine they are Dirk's hands. Your breath hitches. You stroke your hair and the side of your face, ashamed of your surprise when you don't feel the leather of Dirk's gloves on your skin. You want it to happen.

uu: FuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCK!

uu: YOu STROKE MY HAIR. LOVINGLY. SLOWLY. GENTLY.

uu: YOuR HAND CARESSES THE SIDE OF MY FACE.

uu: I FEEL THE LEATHER OF YOuR GLOVES AND NuZZLE YOuR HAND.

uu: FuCK YES, SO AFFECTIONATE.

TT: ………
uu: DO IT NOW.

uu: WHY AREN'T YOU DRAWING? I WANT MY SMuT. CARESS ME.

TT: How did you know I'm wearing gloves?

You freeze.

You read the line again.

Suddenly, you're hot for an entirely different reason. Embarrassment. Shame. You feel fear. He knows. Dirk knows. He'll know it's you. He'll figure it out. Your power is gone. He will make fun of you. He'll bully you. He's bigger than you. He will want revenge for what you've done to him, forced him to do.

You are overcome with fear. You stand up abruptly, knocking the chair over with a loud clatter. This isn't happening. You did not just give away that information. Without responding to Dirk, you shut down the computer promptly. Your legs are weak as you stumble across your room, tripping over your knocked over chair and falling into your dresser. With a trembling hand, you shut off your light and move to your bed.

You hear a knock on your door. Your sister's voice. "Are…. You okay in there? You've been acting weird all day…."

There is no way you will answer her. You hide under your covers and pretend to be asleep, though you're sure your shaking gives you away. The door answers and your sister's shadow falls over your form. She stands there for a moment and you think she understands your need to be alone. She nearly silently closes the door and lets you be. Your cheeks feel wet.