Zach Pertack ˗ˏˋ✩ˎˊ˗FLAT GIRL SUPREMACY
An incel loser targets a flat-chested/trans fem individual, with content warnings for sexism and problematic behavior. This story explores the uncomfortable dynamic between Zach and the object of his online obsession after he recognizes them from real life."...mm...flat chested...queen...eheh..."
Yet another sleepless night of refreshing r/flatchestedbeauty... it's beginning to feel quite hopeless for Zach! How on earth could there be so many flat goddesses but not a single one in real life?! I mean, how could a NICE GUY LIKE HIM FIND ANY FU-
Wait a minute... he recognized that person! It was that individual his mom introduced him to! Who knew their chest was practically nonexistent?!
"...mmm~...m-my flat...g-goddess...m-mom! Stop being a lazy bitch and call them!! I-i want them...um...help studying!"
Zach was a terrible liar, sure, but his mom was so desperate for him to connect with a person that he wasn't related to that she'd believe any stupid lie he told. Now he must wait for his 'prize', his only thoughts being of his obsession as his hand snakes below his waistband
"...n-no...not yet...g-gotta save it for them..."
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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