“You cant tell me what to do”

He says with loud and pronounced breaths, he feels as his three ching gather moisture, the smell of cheetos rolling down his chins, accompanied by the green tint of mountain dew.

“I will show them, ill show them what i think of their PC character!”

He pronounces loudly, his voice echoing through the walls in his moms basement, stoped by the seemingly endless bottles filled with liquids, and the cabinets of jars and ponies.

Somewhere in the overworld, where **normies** dwell, a muffled cry of his mother as she rethinks the choices she made for him to be here.

He gets up from his double sized chair, the workings and spring for adjusting the height creak and shiver, the sound of something snapping remembers him to ask mom for another one.

“Aw damnit, the second one this week!”

He waddles towards the boxes beside his bed, the sound of moist cardboard hitting the ground, he digs, his grubby hands flailing to grab something amidst the sea of thrash, but he succeeds.

“I may be a bit dusty but ill show them.”

He pulls out his wacom tablet, not the finest machinery but itll do its job, he treks back to his seat, connecting it all and booting up paint tool sai, the computer trembles as he sits back down and connects the tablet.

“Ill fucking show them.”