Fanfiction contest entry: It's All Over (but the smiles)

She was sitting there on the old and worn out wooden chair, her elbow resting rustic table covered in a plastic flower pattern wrap. Her hand was propping up the head and the arm was a bit covered from the draping black cape she had on. She was bored, thinking of times long past, every happy memory would make her now grey cat ears raise and her tail wiggle to and fro, the angry ones would make them twitch and the tail curl. But those angry ones were rare because all things in the past, no matter how r-slurred, were better than how things are now. But she still had some anger. Anger at those who ruined the fun, the sanctuary of autism. She looked down at the table. "They're gone now, aren't they" she thought to herself. "I wonder how they are now? Carp, I think he got caught and Capy, what's he up to? Or that one chick with the onlyfans." Her arms became widely outstretched on the table as she rested her face. "Those were the times hehe" as she chuckled to herself before flinging herself towards the back of the chair, lifting her arms up to stretch.

As she did so she heard a distant floor creak as a man walked towards her. Even if she were deaf she'd have known his arrival, his smell putrid and fish-like, reminiscent of that of a 28 year old woman who quote "don't need no man". he was somewhat portly, too much Borshch over the years.

"So, Rdrama's really dead huh..." He said. Marsey turned, looking at the man's wistful expression, she rested her head on her hands again "You know, I remember when that happened the fifth time to me, that's why we have the Tor 2 site and the paper!"

Her claws started protruding, poking into her face as her expression was a mix of anger and pain. He put his hand on her shoulder, surprising her a bit

"I can help you! I'LL HELP SET UP YOUR NEWSPAPER!" His face was filled with a large smile and his cheeks were rosy from the amount of speaking, her face getting more twisted in anger "C'mon, let's do th-"

She slaps his hand of her shoulder and looks at him, a glare as she stares him in the eyes

"It's over..." She says, starting loud before trailing to a whisper.

"B-But it can't be over, it's only just begun!" The man's own tail started wagging, fluffy and long but with a white streak along it, grey covering the tips. "You can't give up now!"

"What's the point..." she says, looking down at her feet. They were bare and swollen with bandages wrapping the ankles

quietly she says to him "Null, there's a point where you need to let it die."

He looks shocked and steps back, reaching his arms out towards her "C-C'mon, but the good times! The fun times, the shitposty times! All the fun you had!"

"Remember, Remember that Uni guy who used school computers to make Sandpit-drowning lolis? Or, or when that Jinx made all those goanimate vids, a-and remember the wedgie fanfics?"

"Null..." she turned to him with her face becoming dreary

"Please, Please, what about that one asian muscleman, o-or that one Q-schizo, and all the zoomies, the great fun-"

"Stop"

She's moved and in an instant was hugging him as he continued on, stammering more and more as she held

"It's time to stop. Every poster was a p-do or a weirdo or a scammer."

She held him tighter as his breathing started getting heavier

"But the good posters?"

"They left"

"no please"

"only the longposters remain"

"please stop no" his face frantic

"and jannies"

"STOP PLEASE"

"I've retired the mops, you can't sweep mud"

"I CAN'T BE ALONE!" he screamed loudly, his tears were non-stop by now, they kept streaming down and wouldn't stop, covering her shoulder as she embraced him. His loud cries and wails were that of a child alone in a market, alone in the world.

"I can't go on anymore Null... We all have to go one day"

"BUT WHY TODAY, WHY NOW WHY!"

"It's too hard, trash in and out, shitty posts non-stop" She gripped his arms, looking at his face, watery and even redder than before "Only so much gayporn before you get bussyblasted yourself" a slight chuckle and smirk took over as tears started developing in her own eyes.

"And I ain't forgetting the fun, I'm just not gonna be able to have anymore"

"But there could be more fun" he said, quietly

"The fun stopped a long time ago" she whispered back

"There's others out there, remember them"

"Who, like who?"

"watch people die?"

"No, they're crazy!" he said, laughing a bit with a small smile

"Ah, well KokonokoHateBIPOC.net?"

"They're ran by Jews and full of pedos"

"4chan?"

"That place hasn't been good for years!" the two's faces were wearing full smiles

"Last good /pol/ post was back on /news/!" he said, the two started laughing some more

"Well hey, there's always OnionFarms."

"yeah..."

"All of those problems are with Rdrama too. Jinx's 'animations' were live real, null.. And half the people in Rdrama, they were crazy Null, just crazy!" throwing her arms in the air with the fingers outstretched

"Oh, and don't get me started on all the incel's and Groomercord users, I'm surprised we weren't mentioned in the news despite @tuckfrannies posting that he bombed a frickin' subway! And, oh yeah man"

as Null looked at her eyes "It's been a long number of years..."

"It has Null... It really had..."

"I just, I just want somebody to hate :!marseytrain: s with, ya know. It's lonely from the underground press back in Zadar. When I heard you say that you were gonna stop I rushed over, had to ask Gypsies. GYPSIES!"