Matching bitmojis

Hey guys i got into a huge fight with my friends a few months ago and AM NOT friends with them anymore but i just want to know if im the ahole.
So basically i was in a friend group with 3 other girls lets call them E,Z and G. We were pretty close but I always felt kinda left out but I didn’t think much of it. G is in my class and Z and E are also in different classes.
Anyways we would always walk around during the breaks but we never hung out outside of school. We even matched our bitmojis on snap. All the 10 classes got mixed up after last year so we got to know new people and i was lucky enough to be with my best friend at the time. Anyways one day G wanted to hang out but I couldn’t that day so I said that and I asked if we could go another day but they didn’t want to. They said quote on quote: no i cant I already begged my parents, and no I can’t the next week. When i never even said next week. Then I said quote on quote: okay go then. So they did and they made sure everyone saw that they were having a blast. They posted on snap, insta, bereal you name it. They even got matching t-shirts like they were a group without me. I went up to them during the 25 min break but they said let’s walk and they legit left me 5 meters behind. I had enough after following them so i just left. I made a new friend in my new class so i just hung out with her and her friends. I just ignored them honestly bc they didn’t even come up to me.until the weekend end after my new friend S had her birthday party we went bowling and i made sure they saw everything we did. I wrote: so fun going bowling with my bestie and love yaaa. I did really mean it but I wanted to show that I didn’t need them. After that they made a whatsapp group called confess and made a whole rant about me like girl bffr. I took screenshots of EVERYTHING and posted it on my stories. Which really wasn’t the smartest and kinda regret doing. They told me to take it down but I didn’t. But E literally did it herself so idk. Most people were on my side so that was good. A few days later my friend got called into the principals office after G E and Z and snitched on stuff that had nothing to do with them like calling pizza hut as a joke. A few days after that we ‘‘made it up’’ Then after the exam period i was feeling spicy so i made a tt vid. It was a trend at the time like who is the most toxic person them with a letter filter the name is spelled by tapping. Ik it was really dumb but i was really hurt and honestly het name is basic af. And another one about G like the one about parachutes. Iykyk. My friend S and i both gotten our phones taken away by school so every morning we give them and get it back at the end of the day. But now we are fine. I do help G sometimes when she asked something on the snap group for girlys from our class but thats all. Oh one thing they turned all my old friends (we were in a big friend group of 8 but split into two) all against me and they never gotten their phones taken away from them when they started it. So AITA??

So last year I was home visiting family, I wound up getting arrested and charged with Assault, spent the night in the police cells and agreed to an undertaking to appear in court.
Evidence being used is flimsy at best, screenshots from a text conversation on Snapchat pretending to be me, no Bitmoji and she had changed the nickname to match what she had mine as at the time.
Got in touch with a solicitor, attended the intermediate diet, plead not guilty.
Few weeks later the trial was set, this was in December. Attended, she didn't, COPFS moved to postpone which was then granted. Repeated the process in march, she didn't show up for a second time. It's now been set for July.
At this point I feel like it's stuck in an endless loop and I really cannot afford endless trips to a city 3 hours away over and over again. (Aberdeen, Scotland)
What can I do to have it dismissed or at the very least resolved because it's turning into a pretty big headache over something she made up.

I am concerned. So, story time, I have a little crush on this guy, and we’re gonna call him Derek. I was thinking, maybe I could friends this dude on snap and get a conversation started. Maybe we’d get closer. However, how very wrong I was. I searched up his name (first and last) and friended him. The bitmoji looked like him, and I sent him a snap. He sent me one back at a construction zone, and I started conversation asking him what he was doing. I thought he just had a part time job or something.
We had a decent conversation, he wasn’t matching my vibe very well but I continued. I knew that were both already very chatty people, so I just thought he was just a bad texter. I continued. Then, I asked ‘how do you work for that long, I just want to sleep’ thinking that this was the same Derek I knew from school. He then asked, ‘wait, how old are you?’ I WAS LIKE NEVER MIND THIS AIN’T DEREK THIS A FULLY GROWN MAN?!?!
He probably thought I was some older girl or some shizzle 😭 I’m traumatised I’m just glad I didn’t send him over any full face pics or anything. I then searched up the same name and realised just how many Derek’s there was on Snapchat and I now feel incredibly ashamed of myself.
Someone please tell me how to overcome this monstrosity of an event :) . I’m a very stupid teen.

My ex boyfriend broke up with me because he was not ready and wanted to take some time apart and heal himself. It broke me but I respected that. I decided to delete or change things that reminded me of him.
My bitmoji for an example. I changed my outfit since we had a matching one and so did he. He was obviously still watching me so just to test the waters I changed it again.
And guess what? He changed it, again. I decided that this was childish and deleted him from snapchat.
He then went on to post stuff on instgram which he never did before. Same thing with snap, right after the BU he started posting like crazy. He posted a picture of the place we first met too which made me sad.
He then unfollowed me on IG. I decided to just switch my profile picture to a black picture. And so did he, but just a different picture of himself. A few days pass by and I went out with some friends, I had done my makeup and felt pretty so I took some pictures. Changed my profile pic and later that day so did he. But he changed it to an old photo were he wore an Halloween costume.
Idk I feel like I'm going crazy Or is he trying to annoy me?

I’m not sure if I have a shopping addiction, but I think I spend money way too excessively and frequently. For context, within about a month I bought 2 hydro flasks (both were in the same week), a pair of Golden Goose, multiple orders to Aviator Nation, order to MadHappy, order to Wildfox, multiple orders to Lululemon. I have over a dozen hydro flask water bottles, 7 pairs of golden goose and a closet full of aviator nation, lululemon etc and I really don’t need any of the recent purchases and then I feel awful about myself and my spending habits. I justified the madhappy order with wanting to match my Bitmoji bc she’s wearing the same hoodie, and I used to justify the hydro flasks with being a necessity. But honestly, I think none of my reasons are good and I know that most of these unhealthy shopping habits are tied to either boredom or my attempt at coping with abuse and rape trauma/PTSD. I’ve mentioned this to several therapists before but they dismiss it because I have the means to do so. However, I don’t believe that makes it healthy or any less of a problem. So last night I decided that I wouldn’t shop until June and I’m being held accountable but I already know that if I break, he’s not going to make me feel bad which kind of makes me more comfortable with the idea of not having to stick to it. In addition, I’ve been unemployed due to a knee injury and my mom has been bankrolling me to make up for my lack of income and now I feel bad spending so much of her money. I told her I’ll pay her back and she’s very nice about it, thought sometimes I do wish she would cut me off financially. I already wanted to buy a pair of Golden Goose today which just feels like a complete and utter fail. When I told him, he was nice about it and the good thing is that I have his encouragement to keep up with this little no shopping until June challenge that we decided on last night. Sorry for the long post, I guess I’m just wondering if anyone has any tips or advice, and if in fact I am addicted to shopping.

The people 👆are fake
Wether its a bitmoji or profile picture to a shirt or outfit, if you say we should match on something then they dont or later on the dont would you or should you be worried or upset or anything at all

Yesterday, i friendzoned a boy i had really liked who had really liked me. I don't know why I did, i had been in love with his personality, but didn't find him super attractive. Once I did, he changed his username from "i_luv(my name)" back to his regular username. He also changed his bitmoji from matching mine to not anymore, deleted the photo he had of me on Instagram, and has left me on open for almost a day. At school, i was told that he looked very depressed, exhausted and had his hood up with his head down. The only thing i know he said was that he wanted me lower on his bsf list. This boy REALLY liked me. People would say I was the only thing that made him happy. He would tell his mom that im really special to him, would tell me i'm perfect, etc. I cried telling him since i really care for him and immediately texted him asking if he was ok. He left me on open. He's all i could be thinking about, i just really feel horrible. I also thought I liked him. I thought he was so nice and he made me feel happy. I just don't think I found him attractive. Today, Ive noticed Ive been thinking about him and preying he will text me. I thought he was the nicest boy ive ever met. He was amazing, he did things just for me and was just so sweet. Today i feel like i made the wrong decision. I think i do find him attractive but i dont really know. Im very confused, so Im planning on waiting a couple days to see what happens and how i feel. Afterwards, if i do end up liking him still, how do i fix this disaster i started?

Basically I on snapchat have a unique looking bitmoji green skin fairy wings and a firefighter hat. This guy iv been talking to for 4 days changed his bitmoji to match mine and has set a picture of my cats as his wall paper. Would this be considered a big red flag.

I heard you wanted more Disasterous Date stories, here's (one of) mine: A few years ago (my early 20s), I got into a conversation with a man, through the local equivalent of Whisper. We moved the conversation to Snapchat. The following week we talked through chat, snaps and spoke on the phone over the calling function. He had a nice smile, and a calm, soothing voice. I felt like we had great chemistry, many similar interests (Little did I know, he already knew EVERYTING about me and was tailoring his personality) , and I felt like we were really on the same wavelength. Right away I felt like I could tell him about my feelings and thoughts, and that he met me with interest and understanding.
He told me he was 27 years old. When I replied that I normally date man a few years older than that, he told me that he was actually 30 years old. I guess I should have recognized this as the first red flag. He explained he had said he was younger, because he was newly single and didn't want his ex to know he was seeing new women, so he tried to camouflage himself a bit.
The more we talked, the more it turned out that we had things in common.
He told me his name was Ken Reuter, but that he could not disclose the rest of his name or date of birth because of a contract he still had with the military. He had lived in the US a few years back, and he had later returned as a commander for a local special forces in some form of military training camp. I don't remember the details very well, but I remember that he told me that he had been on an exercise where he was in a rainforest to fend for himself for several weeks, as part of military training. (I know, s-t-u-p-i-d girl believing him.) He talked about his experience as a special soldier in areas where terrorist groups such as IS and Al Qaeda operate, and as I understood it, that was also why he had to his identity a secret. 🙃 He offered to show me his passport to see his year of birth, which I declined. He sent me snaps with pictures from the waiting room at the psychologist where he supposedly received follow-up once a month after his time with the Armed Forces. Now, he told me, he works as an air traffic controller at the local airport.
I ended the conversation with another man I had been connecting for a while, because I was so convinced that this was something special. I HAD to meet this person and agreed to visit him at his address the following week. I brought a bottle of wine, had him meet me at the tram (safety precaution). When we got into his apartment, a bad feeling set in. Immediately. Something was wrong that I couldn't pinpoint. I sat a good distance from him on the sofa. Everything felt off, him, the apartment, the wineglasses that looked like cheap champagne glasses, and I remember thinking: "Don't air traffic controllers make a pretty good income?”.
He didn't know my full name or where I was working until I visited him, so I told him about my job. It later turned out that of course he already knew all this about me, probably from extensive research on me.
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I was disappointed to meet him. We didn't have particularly good chemistry in reality, and not much to talk about. I said I had to go after the longest 45 minutes of my life, and he leaned over to kiss me, even though I was still sitting as faaar away on the sofa as I could. At the same time he put his hand on my neck, to choke me lightly (I had revealed an interest in bdsm, but ofc not with a stranger like that)
I looked for him on social media, both before we met and afterwards. It seemed strange to me that someone didn't exist online in 2019. Searched every variation of the name I had been given. Nothing. I also looked up his address, and went through all the names living in the block I had visited him in on Facebook, to see if one of them was him. Didn't find anybody that looked like him. Now I know it's because he blocked me from Facebook. He had found me early on, and tailored his interests and life story to match mine.
In the days that followed, he was very on me on Snapchat. Sent me pictures of a hand on his boxer, messages suggesting he wanted to sleep with me. I communicated that I couldn't quite pinpoint it, but that something felt off, and got the answer that he knew what I needed: "to be taken hard". I sent a message saying that it didn't feel right, that I understood that he just wanted to have sex, and suggested that maybe he should find someone else to sleep with.
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Ken: "Okay 😊"
Me: - 😊
Ken: "You were a bit too narcissistic for me anyways. And also a bit too big, but such a pretty face. 😊 Good luck for the future"
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I had told him that I had previously struggled with anorexia, and thought what he said was so nasty that I took a screenshot of the conversation, before I blocked him from Snapchat. It didn't take many minutes before I received a message from an anonymous account on IG: “watch out”, which felt like as a threat. I was actually quite scared, because I knew about his background as a soldier, a lie I still believed. Blocked the message, filed a report the following Monday (had little to tell the police, no name or profession or anything, really as it turned out he has used a fake name), and one week later I got a message to my businesses professional account on Instagram:
“How is it in the egocentric world? Did you get up and out yet? Check fb tomorrow", which also made me very worried about what he would reveal about me on the internet.
Heard nothing more from him, but I just wasn’t able to let go of the thought of this completely. I have a feeling I got off cheap, after all, I’m fine, but it touched something in me; how could I be so wrong? Why didn't I see it? How stupid is it possible to be? I don't feel like a gullible person by any means, but I like to give people a chance, and I can't bear to face the world with the thought that everyone wants to hurt me.
Now I have very serious doubts about my own judgement. Am I completely blind to people trying to trick me? Blind to red flags?A few weeks later, I posted on this Whisper-like app again, got talking to a guy, and asked him to post his snap. I didn't recognise the username until I typed it into Snap and saw the bitmoji and his name: Ken Reuter. Since I knew it was him, but he didn't know it was me, I asked through the app what he did for work? Stockbroker in a newly founded company. The entire story he had fed me about his life, including his work, name and family, was false. This was the first time I realised.
Later I had a whim. Posted in the "girls" channel if more people had been in touch with the guy who called himself *his username* on SnapChat, and two girls contacted me, one of them called “Nina”.
Now I know his real name, his occupation and his phone number. Finally. I found his Facebook profile from my roomie's cell phone. It made me sick to my stomach to see his face, but it was him.
Nina had been talking to him for FIVE months, and met with him a ton of times. He lied to her about his name, occupation and marital status for five months. He had a girlfriend he lived with the whole time. Nina is still going to therapy, a year later, in complete doubt about what was true and what was not.I gave his name to the police, but I guess he hasn't done anything that is considered criminal against me. The charges were immediately dropped. It makes me sick to my stomach to know that he is still going on like this, with ever new stories about himself. I don't know if he's dangerous, or just a liar. Nina said she didn't think he would hurt her, but she thought he could be dangerous to women. So yeah, that first date was a disaster.
TL;DR: A few years ago, I met a man who lied about his entire identity to me, got angry when I said I was no longer interested and made vague threats. I reported him to the police, but the case was dropped on the spot. I haven't had the courage to tell about this, for fear that there was any truth in his threats. Now I feel like sharing what happened, and telling about this man who has tricked several girls over the last few years, with his false identity.
Reposting as my original post somehow lacked the final paragraphs!

Twisted Metal
Chapter 1
A Sweet Halloween
The sun is just beginning to set in a mid-upper class suburban neighborhood as children roam the streets excitedly in cheaply made, store-bought costumes with their parents following nearby. Some travel in groups while others prefer the intimacy of trick-or-treating alone. An occasional group of teens roams the streets here and there, either looking for free candy or some kind of trouble to get into.
The chirping of crickets and laughter of kids scurrying from porch-to-porch through crunching leaves fills the cool night air. Houses are lit with various levels of decorations and the orange flicker of jack-o-lanterns.
Katie is in her bedroom with her friend Zoe as they wait for the other's to arrive for the sleepover they have planned. Being in their mid-teens, they have opted out of trick-or-treating recently, feeling they were "too old for any of that kid stuff" and, knowing Katie's folks were going out for the night, decided to take advantage of a 'parent-free' household.
It's around eight o'clock when Katie gets a notification on her phone which she barely hears thanks to the music their playing. Unlocking the screen, she sees a Snapchat message from her friend Emma saying she's, 'at the front door,' with a picture attachment of her face and Katie's porch in the background.
"Alright hold up, Emma's here let me go let her in."
"-ight, I'll wait here." Zoe responds, barely looking up from her phone as she's too enveloped in whatever personal drama she has going on.
As Katie makes her way down the hall there's a ring at the doorbell. "I got it!" She calls out as she goes down the stairs.
"It's fine, already there!" her mother responds. The nicely dressed middle-aged woman answers the door with a large bowl of candy in one hand, expecting more trick-or-treaters. Once she sees who's on the other side her eyes brighten up with recognition and excitement.
"Hey there, Emma! Oh my god it's been so long since I've seen you! Come on in," Katie's mother exclaims, gesturing her inwards as she greets her with a one-armed hug.
As Emma enters the brightly-lit house she sees Jimmy, Katie's older brother, is sprawled out on a couch in front of a large, seventy inch television hung up on the wall above an electric faux fireplace. To the right in the corner of the living room is a large play pen with an infant, maybe one-year-old, chewing on a teething toy as he stares blankly at Emma before quickly losing interest and looking elsewhere. To Emma's left, opposite the television, is a large kitchen with black marble countertops, a matching island and a dining table set nearby. At the far end of the room she sees Katie descending the staircase as she frowns at the sight of her mother.
"Come on, mom, she doesn't want to deal with any of your gushy shit," she complains in embarrassment before looking at Emma. "Hey fam! It took you long enough, Zoe's already been here for an hour."
Emma gives Katie a sneer, "Oh please, ya'll be so impatient sometimes. It's fine Mrs. Sparks, it's nice seeing you again."
"Thank you sweetie, I hope you girls have a good night," Mrs. Sparks smiles back before whispering to Katie, "Watch your language honey." She sighs deeply and places the bowl of candy on the armrest next to Jimmy, "Okay honey, I'm tapping you in. I need to finish getting ready to leave."
"Alright mom, no problem." Jimmy responds as he takes a piece of candy out of the bowl without looking away from the horror movie playing on the TV.
Mrs. Sparks lightly smacks it out of his hand, "Not for you, buster!"
"Ahh, fine," Jimmy laughs as his mother rustles his hair and makes her way towards the stairs, her heels clicking on the hard, wood floor.
Scoffing, Katie looks back to Emma, "So, did you get me any candy on the way?" she asks facetiously.
Emma shakes her head and looks down at a small piece of candy she begins unwrapping, answering casually, "No. So, who else is coming?"
Katie laughs to herself, "Sarah said she was on her way. Honestly she should be here any minute."
"Ugh, you invited HER?" Emma scowls.
"Yeah, I don't see what you guys got against her."
"Trust me, she plays the 'nice girl' part, but she'll fuck you over, one way or another."
Overhearing them, Jimmy looks over his shoulder as he pipes in. "Hey, I told you not to be inviting over anybody crazy, this isn't going to be a house party."
"Oh my god, chill out, we're going to be fine," Katie snaps back.
"Mmhm.." Jimmy murmurs as he turns back to the television before smiling and wagging his finger at Lucas, who's waving at him. "Because big-man there won't stand for it."
"Ugh, whatever dude," Katie snarls as she shakes her head. "Let's go upstairs before Zoe starts bitching."
"What do you mean, 'starts?'" Emma jokes. The girls laugh as they ascend the stairs, passing Mr. Sparks at the top. He's wearing dress shoes, dress pants, and a buttoned-up shirt with a blood stain that's obviously too bright to be real.
"Hey sweat-heart. I'm going to be leaving some money with Jimmy so he can order some pizzas for everyone."
"Okay dad, didn't really need to tell us that, but thanks!" Katie responds sarcastically.
"Well sorry I bothered," he huffs, turning back and continuing down the staircase.
"Umm, thanks Mr. Sparks, that'd be really nice!" Emma stammers.
Back in Katie's room, Zoe greets Emma with a simple, "Hey," as they walk in, still barely looking up from her phone as her thumbs tap across the screen.
"Hey, slut. Did you ever get that money you borrowed from me?" Emma shoots back.
Zoe suddenly throws her head back and moans, "Ughhh, fine! I know I'm not going to hear the end of that all fucking night." She gets up begrudgingly and saunters over to her backpack to look for her wallet.
"I bet that's the only reason you came over," Katie laughs.
"Well it didn't hurt my decision," Emma responds, plopping onto the bed.
"Here's your five bucks," Zoe mumbles, walking over and holding up the bill.
"Thank YOU," Emma chirps, quickly pinching it out of Zoe's grasp.
The girls continue to banter, bitch, and laugh for about five minutes before there's a light knock at the door. After a moment Katie's mother pokes her head into the bedroom making a goofy face with her eyes crossed and a fake arrow on her head before snapping back to normal. "Okay girls, we're heading out! Jimmy's going to be out in the living room handing out candy while he's watching Lucas. If you need anything just call, we should be about twenty minutes away."
Katie can't help but roll her eyes and cringe at her mother's playful entrance. "Jeez, mom. Can't you go a day without acting so embarrassing?"
"Oh please, you're the only one complaining. You don't always have to be such a buzz-kill."
"Psh! Do you even know what a buzz IS?"
"Oh-ho-ho! Trust me I know what a buzz is, I was your age once. Which, speaking of, no sneaking any boys in here!" she squints and points a finger, feigning her accusations.
"Good-BYE, Mom!" Katie says.
Rolling her eyes, Mrs. Sparks backs out of the doorway and shuts the door behind her.
"Jesus Christ, I can't stand her," Katie complains as Zoe cracks into laughter for a few seconds.
"I don't see what you mean babe, I think your parents are super nice," Emma responds.
"No way, they're super-fucking-naggy. They're always up my ass about something, no cap. Like, I got my license, learned how to drive stick and everything! But they said they still don't trust me enough to hand over the Camaro. It's fucking bullshit!"
Emma doesn't respond, only looking down at her phone and miming the word, 'O-KAY.'
Zoe, not being afraid to tell somebody off, jumps in quickly. "Well shit, bitch, I wouldn't trust you with that ride either! Especially for a FIRST car. Knowing you, you'd try to race some skank day-one and wreck that shit!"
"Thank you!" They hear Mr. Sparks' muffled voice through the door.
Both Emma and Zoe roar into laughter as Katie's face sours and she throws a pillow at Zoe before yelling toward the door, "What the FUCK, Dad!? Go to your fucking party already!"
"Baiii!" he calls back in a ditzy voice, making the girls laugh even harder.
"You can be such a clown sometimes," Zoe pants in between breaths. "Quit acting like a spoiled bitch."
Feeling embarrassed and wanting to change the subject, Katie is reminded of something from this morning. "Oh my god, speaking of, I saw the creepiest thing today. There was some guy cruising around the neighborhood in an ice-cream truck."
"An ice-cream truck? That's kind of cool," Emma says. "I didn't even know those were still a thing anymore, I haven't seen one in years."
"Yeah well that's kind of the thing, it looked about as run-down as you'd think it would. Straight up gave me 'Jeepers Creepers' vibes. Except it had some big-ol' clown head on the top and I thought I saw smoke coming from somewhere. It was weird 'cause there were actually a few kids trying to chase it down, but the guy never stopped. He had his music on and everything but just kept driving hella-slow, it looked totally sus. Straight up seemed like he was fishing them along, looking for a place to stop."
"Well that doesn't sound too weird. Sounds to me like he was trying to bring out as many kids as he could before stopping." Emma says still giggling to herself, obviously not really taking Katie seriously.
"Well the thing is, about a couple hours later my parents made me take out the garbage and I saw him still parked way down in the empty, wooded cul de sac at the end of the street. If he really was some kind of freak he could've easily snatched up some kids without anybody seeing."
"You and your brother need to chill out with that horror shit, babe. I feel like it's getting to your head." Zoe jokes as she looks down at a joint she's started rolling.
"Huh, I don't know that is kind of weird. But maybe he was just taking a break or something," Emma suggests.
"Well either way, I haven't gotten any Amber Alerts today so ya'll need to freaking chill," Zoe pipes up impatiently before changing the subject. "So since your parents are finally leaving can we fucking smoke now?"
The girls wait to hear Katie's parents shout their final goodbyes before the sound of the garage door closing. Turning on a Bluetooth speaker they put on some loud pop music as they look up random Tik Tok videos, talk about boys, girls, and make fun of each other while they smoke marijuana.
About fifteen minutes into their own personal little party, at one point they hear Jimmy screaming something from downstairs.
"Hey, Katie?" Emma asks nervously after exhaling a puff of smoke, "I hear your brother yelling something. Are you sure he's okay with us smoking weed?"
"He fucking better be. I know he smokes all the time so he better not say anything," Katie huffs as she stomps over to the door and pops her head out into the hall. She can hear Lucas crying from downstairs and some kind of commotion like Jimmy was throwing a fit. "Shut up, asshole! Mind your damn business and watch Luke like you said you would!" she yells before slamming the door.
"What was that all about?" Emma wonders.
"Who fucking knows with him. He was probably losing at a video game or something."
"Wasn't he just watching a movie though?" she reminds Katie.
Zoe, clearly uninterested, coughs out a cloud of smoke and swats it away, "So when is Sarah getting here? Her skank-ass is always so damn late, bruh."
"I was actually just about to text her," Katie says as she fishes her phone out of her pocket. After unlocking it she immediately sees a notification from twenty minutes ago. "Oh shit, I actually got a Snap from her. Turn down the music real quick."
After bringing up the app, she sees a video attachment which she immediately plays. "Hey sluts! I'm like right outside your place. I don't know why, but there's some guy out here in a ice-cream truck that's still selling. Kinda weird that he's out so late but I'm gonna stop and get something. What do ya'll wan-" she's cut off as there's the sound of a sliding window opening and her expression quickly changes from playfully snarky to confused then fearful as she stares up at whatever is on the other side of her phone. She begins to let out a scream just as a large, gloved hand reaches into frame and the video ends.
A sudden wave of panic washes over Katie. "What the hell? Guys I think something might've happened to Sarah."
"What do you mean? Let me see," Emma says, wandering over.
"No way, she's just fucking with us," Zoe sighs as she begins rolling another joint, unfazed.
"But she said 'ice-cream truck' though. You don't think that's a little fucking weird?" Katie rants.
"Yeah Zoe, girls our age get snatched up all the time."
"She said she was outside," Katie says running over to the window. Her hand trembles as she reaches out and lifts one of the blinds to peek through. Her face turns pale and her heart jumps into her throat when she sees it. The same large, run down ice-cream truck with old, peeling polka-dotted paint. A big, gaudy clown head sits atop and from this angle she could see a hole above the driver's seat; it looks melted away and blackened with soot at the edges.
"What the hell? No-no-no-no," Running back to Emma she snatches her phone back in a panic and quickly types a message back to Sarah.
'R U OKAY???'
After only a few seconds, Sarah's Bitmoji pops up, showing someone is reading the message before a (...) appears above the character's head, indicating somebody is typing.
After a minute Katie gets a reply back with a picture attached 'I'm coming up the stairs.' The picture shows a close-up of Sarah's face but something about her looks... off. It's dark, but from what Katie can tell the color in her lips seems bluish and her eyes look blank and emotionless, almost like a rubber mask.
With the music down, they're able to hear a heavy *CLANK* from down the hall that makes Katie jump, and then a metallic scraping, like something being dragged on the wood floor. The sound gets closer and closer, as a pair of heavy footsteps slowly approaches the door. A faint scent of burning brimstone begins to fill the air.
Suddenly there's a light, playful knock to the first five notes of "shave and a haircut." Tap- taptap- tap- tap.. then a long pause. "Sarah?-" Katie calls out just before there's a heavy bang at the door, nearly knocking it off it's hinges. The girls scream and jump back before a second bang finishes the job and a large boot bursts through the entrance like a ram, splintering the frame as the door flies across the room between Katie and Emma, destroying the television.
Standing there is a massive, looming figure at least six feet tall, with no shirt and baggy polka-dotted pants, held up by a black leather chest harness being used like suspenders. On his face is a cracked porcelain clown mask with only one open eye, a big red nose, and a snarling, yellowed smile. Behind red puffs of hair sticking out from either side of the mask are leather straps tightly buckling it around his bald head which is adorned with a seemingly ceaseless, unrelenting flame, billowing upwards like a campfire as it blackens the popcorn ceiling. Firmly grasped in one of his black leather gloves is an axe, looking almost comically small compared to his size. Filling the doorway he steps into the room, quickly glancing around as they're all frozen with intimidation and fear before tossing a round object from his other hand into Emma's lap.
It lands with a wet 'thud' in her lap as she instinctually grabs for it. Emma quickly recognizes Sarah's face through streaks of hair, saturated with blood and matted down in messy tendrils. One of her eyes has rolled at a different angle from the other, pointing straight as the other stares blankly at the ceiling. Her nose is broken, smushed to one side and her mouth hangs open lazily, showing off a few newly chipped teeth. Emma screams and throws the head into the corner with a shudder, the other girls still startled and confused.
"Trick-or-treat!" the clown yells in a deep, booming voice as he suddenly swings the axe sideways like a baseball bat at an oncoming ball, which happens to be Zoe's head. She begins to scream for a split second before it hits her straight in the face, it's thick blade chopping into her open mouth, stopping any sound with a sickening, 'thunk.' Zoe's eyes roll back involuntarily as her body begins convulsing, hands attempting to grab at the handle out of pure instinct, but the impact of the blow has left her body dazed, undoubtedly giving her a brain damage. There's no blood at first, the entire scene looking like a cheap movie effect. Katie and Emma are both frozen in shock, the only sound in the room coming from the thud on the carpet from Zoe's kicking feet.
"Zoe? Zoe stop it, this is scary! Zoe, please stop! Oh, my god!" Emma screams in denial of what's happening.
Thick streams of blood begin to slowly pour out of the sides of Zoe's mouth moments later, and when the clown quickly pulls the axe back out it yanks her small frame out of the chair by her head, spraying blood all around the room and onto the other girls. The hot mist hitting them snaps them out of their stupor just before he swings again, striking her in the face a second time, caving in her nose and left eye as her arms begin violently flailing at nothing. Her head splits open and is accompanied by a horrible momentary hissing noise as blood begins fizzing out from places where bone and flesh no longer connect like a broken water pipe. He wrenches the blade back out and her limp body falls to the floor, part of her brain, pink and glistening, slipping from the wounds in her mangled face as she impacts. The girls look down at their friend in horror, her one remaining eye blinking uncontrollably as she twitches like a cockroach. Her mouth is a twisted bloody jumble of teeth, meat and jawbone, her tongue hangs out of an open gash on the side of her cheek, connected only by a sliver of flesh.
"What the fuck! What the fuck! Oh my god!" Emma screams as she tries to run for the door, but there's no real way around the hellish clown's massive frame. Katie, paralyzed with fear and disbelief, is forced to watch as he seemingly reaches across the room, grabbing a fistful of Emma's hair in his gigantic mit before yanking and rag-dolling her back across the bedroom.
"What's wrong sweet-heart? I gave your little friend there a 'trick,' now it's time to give you a 'treat.'" he says, holding up a Jolly Rancher. "Now open wide."
"Ahh, stop! Wh-what are you doing? No-," her screams of protest are soon muffled as he puts the candy in her mouth, before continuing to push until his knuckles are straining against her teeth. With a violent thrust he forces his hand down, deep into her mouth, shattering her teeth. He begins to laugh wildly and sing, bellowing each time he pushes further. "I SCREAM, you SCREAM, we all SCREAM for i-CE-CREAM." There's a sickening popping and cracking as her jaw dislocates and her throat bulges as his fist disappears down to his massive forearm. All the while her body convulses in agony. Getting a tight grip on her esophagus, he violently yanks it out through her open mouth, pulling until the skin on her neck tightens, disappearing as it caves inward. Most of the neck's innards, including the tongue and jugular, hang out of her gaping mouth and her whole body starts twitching as she falls to the ground, shaking and spasming. Her eyes dart around frantically, wide with fear and confusion at the monster of reality.
It's suddenly ended when the clown brings down the heel of his massive boot on her face, caving it in effortlessly. Her head bursts outwards from underneath his foot as the pressure causes small fragments of skull and cerebral matter to be projectiled around the room.
As the killer tramples Emma to death, there's a brief moment when his back is to Katie and she takes the opportunity to escape. She manages to get through the doorway and turns left to run down the hall, hearing a deep grunt from inside the room just before the sound of something heavy smashing into the wall beside her. She doesn't look back until she reaches the stairs, seeing the head of the axe that he threw had just missed her and is buried in the drywall, outlined by the monstrous silhouette of the approaching clown as he squeezes through the doorway.
Katie bounds down the stairs, skipping steps on the way down and slightly twisting her ankle at the bottom step. Thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her veins she hardly even notices and turn towards the dark living room to sprint for the front door. She doesn't even feel her legs go out from under her, only noticing that she's falling as she slips in a dark, oily puddle.
Katie lands and hits her hip, the pain slightly snapping her out of her panicked haze as she takes in her surroundings. There is an awful burning meat stench filling the house along with an old metallic scent and the reek of organs and bile. The flashing from the television allows her to make out streams of drying blood that riddle the walls and furniture. Some if it is on a lamp bulb, giving off a dark, brownish-crimson hue to the hellish scene that twenty minutes ago was once her home. She's lying in a tremendous pool of blood nearly half an inch deep that fills the living room, giving off ripples into a black mirror-like reflection.
"Jesus, what the fu-, Jimmy? Lucas?"
Looking around frantically, she sees the play pen where Lucas was kept is empty and slightly broken down with him nowhere to be seen. Scanning the room more it doesn't take her long to see where the blood came from. At the far end of where she lies she spots Jimmy's head propped up on the kitchen island. The crown has been cut off and scooped out, lying covered with brain pulp, hollow and eyeless with a small candle in the mouth. It gives off a soft *sizzle* as it burns the flesh inside.
"Oh go-," She immediately gags and vomits at the grotesque sight, retching as it splashes down in a sloppy mess and mixes with the thick blood.
"I sat his body on the porch with the bucket of candy so we wouldn't be disturbed playing our little game. And the children seem to adore it!" the clown calls out as he stomps down the staircase, taking each step slowly and confidently. The wood creaks violently with each stride, seemingly about to give under his weight.
Katie forces herself to her feet as she continues gagging, slipping here and there as she runs towards the front door and tries the handle, yanking furiously in a desperate attempt to get out but nothing happens. She looks up and sees a board anchored across the entire door with nails at both ends, bunched together and twisted over each other in places, making it impossible for her to open the door. Lying nearby on the ground is a large nail gun, which Katie quickly reaches for, picking it up and turning towards the clown who is now at the base of the stairs and points it at him.
Her hands shake intensely with fear as she struggles to hold up the heavy gun with both arms. "Please.. please just leave me alone!" she weeps. He doesn't answer. Only taking a step towards her as if crossing a line she dared him not to. "AGGHHH, FUCK YOU!" she screams in defiance and squeezes the trigger, but her heart sinks as nothing happens.
"Sorry little girl, it doesn't work like that." he deeply chuckles, continuing to slowly close the gap between them as he steps into the dark puddle.
Katie weakly throws the nail gun at him but it doesn't nearly go far enough, landing halfway between them and sliding to a stop at the killer's feet.
Stopping momentarily, he looks down at the gun and cocks his head. "Aww, that was my new toy," he taunts, feigning dejection as he bends over to pick it up. "Let me show you how it works."
The sound of the television cuts through the ringing in Katie's ears as it seems to draw the clowns attention. -"This ice cream truck's whimsical nature hides it's true function - a place for Needles Kane, the "Sweet Tooth Killer," to lure his most innocent victims and commit his egregious acts. Suspected of a mass shooting at a supermarket in East-Lake District last Tuesday, he was last seen nearby in an intense firefight with police officers just before escaping. Needles Kane is to be considered armed and EXTREMELY dangerous. Do not approach-"
"Oh lookie here, I'm on TV," he says fondly as watches the flashing screen. "They love me.. they really do love me." Looking back to Katie, Needles continues to take slow, measured steps as he closes the gap between them, his one eye seemingly burning red with blood-lust. The orange hellfire blazing atop his head flickers brightly and licks at the ceiling above him as he moves. "The more I kill, the more they talk about me. And tonight little one, you're helping me paint a.. MASTERPIECE. One that nobody will ever forget."
Just then the house is filled with a blaring sound as the fire alarm goes off. Looking over to the kitchen Katie sees thick, black smoke billowing out of the oven and spreading outward at the ceiling.
"Uuhh-oohh! Ding, Turkey's done!," Needles laughs with a shrug. "You know, you really are a terrible baby sitter."
Quickly realizing what he means, dread glazes over Katie's eyes as she looks around desperately for any sign of Lucas, any indication of proof that he's still around, anything to show her that the reek of burning meat filling the house is not her baby brother. Terror grips at her chest as her hope begins to fade, her murderer closing in as he toys with her. She can feel her heartbeat in her temples, pounding so hard she's almost positive he can hear it from where he is, thirty feet away. Twenty five feet. Twenty. Needles bellows into laughter, obviously enjoying the torment he's causing her in this personal nightmare he has created.
As Katie continues scanning the room frantically she sees the door in the kitchen leading to the garage is left cracked open. If only she could make it past Needles, get to the door, press the button to open the automatic door, and weasel out underneath before the clown got to her. At this point it's literally her only chance. She's surprised by her own body as she finds herself bolting for the door, adrenaline pumping through her veins and focusing her vision, everything seeming to move in slow motion.
Needles is taken off guard momentarily at Katie's sudden choice to run towards him, widening his stance as he chuckles to himself, "Alright, come on."
Katie can't believe she's doing this. Knowing she has to time this right, she sprints at a right angle and waits for his reaction. She's about six feet away when he begins to reach out for her before she ducks and jukes to the left, using the base of the couch as leverage to dive just out of his grasp. Not expecting her sudden change in direction, Needles is thrown off balance as he turns and slips in the blood he's standing in. "Ah, fucking shit! Goddamn cunt!"
Katie's heart flutters as she realizes she made it; she's not cornered anymore, now he's behind her and she just has to out run him. Quickly scrambling to her feet she makes a dash for the door. She only has to press the button on the wall and wiggle her slender frame under the automatic door, if it isn't even open already!
She reaches the door and bursts through, but as Katie flicks on the light she is met back with the sight of her parents looking back at her, both bound and gagged with panic and tears in their eyes. To her right Katie's mother lies flat on the table saw that had occupied the corner of the garage for as long as she remembers, tied down with a generous amount of razor-wire. To her left, her father is bound by thick chains with his hands at the base of the water heater, and feet at the front bumper of their red 1967 Chevrolet Camaro.
Katie gasps so hard it nearly chokes her as she skids to a stop, "Oh shit, mommy? Daddy?" she weeps, looking back and forth between them. She runs over to her mom and starts frantically trying to unweave the thick tumble of razor wire around her hands as she slices open her own.
"Surprise!" Needles yells as he barges into the garage, flinging his arms into the air with joy as he still holds the nail gun. "Looks like mommy and daddy were here the whole time! Aww, but I guess that means they're late for their date! Well, to be quite honest, that may be partially my fault." He taunts, bursting into laughter.
"Now, get over here!" Needles growls, suddenly springing forward and grabbing Katie roughly by back of her neck, his speed indicating he was clearly toying with her a minute ago. He picks her up and throws open the door to the car before slinging her into the driver's seat. Quickly snatching her left wrist he holds her hand to the steering wheel before placing the nail gun to the back of it, pinning it into place.
Katie wails as the clown continues shooting nails into her hand until they criss-cross randomly. Her parents scream, curse and cry at the sight of their child being tortured in front of them. Finally, running out of nails, he throws the gun away like a needless piece of junk, crashing into some unseen pile of scrap.
"Now, listen closely. I'm giving you a head start, little rabbit. Either you can die here along with mommy and daddy," he flips the switch on the table saw as it loudly spins to life between Mrs. Sparks' legs causing her to squeal in fear. "Or we can have a little fun, before I start having my fun." Without looking he presses the button on the wall behind him, opening the automatic garage door. "And then only one of them has to die. If you go now, I promise not to kill dear mommy here."
Katie can't believe what she's hearing. It's one thing that this freak slaughtered her friends and family, but now he's forcing her to kill her own father.
"Nooo, please. Please don't make me do this," Katie sobs through the pain.
Needles stands between Mrs. Sparks' legs, grabbing her ankles tightly. "Three seconds."
"Oh god, oh god I can't," she pants.
"Two," he begins to pull, the razor wire digging even more into her hands. Mrs. Sparks is screaming hysterically as the spinning blade inches closer.
Mr. Sparks looks at Katie with panic in his eyes, nodding his head violently and yelling through his gag, "Go, go!"
"One," the blade begins snipping at the hem of Mrs. Sparks' dress as her screams turn to shrieks.
"I'm so sorry! I love you!" Katie yells as she throws the car into reverse and peels out, the tension immediately pulling her father taught like a medieval rack. He screams through his gag in anguish as the joints in his arms and legs quickly begin dislocating as the tires of the car screech in place, leaving behind smoke and the smell of burnt rubber.
"See you soon, doll face!" Needles shouts with glee as Katie is forced to watch as the skin on her father's torso stretches for a moment before tearing apart unevenly at places, his stomach splitting at the navel while the majority of skin on his back is torn away, partially exposing the lungs though his ribcage. He dies almost instantly as nearly a gallon of blood and bile splashes onto the floor at once along with his small intestines, still connected to his stomach which sways grotesquely. His legs get dragged behind the Camaro, the colon trailing along with them before Katie skids to a stop and drifts sideways in the street at the end of the driveway.
Katie sits with her forehead on the steering wheel, hyperventilating as she takes in the trauma of killing her own dad.
Still standing where he was, Needles continues staring at Katie, "Aww, wasn't that a touching family moment," he mocks, seemingly to nobody before looking down at Mrs. Sparks, sighing. "I know I said I'd let you go, but let's face it, a man has to have his priorities."
Needles takes hold of each ankle again and, bracing a foot against the edge of the table, pulls with all his strength. Katie's mother wails in agony through her gag as the fibrous tissue and ligaments in her hands pop and snap as the flesh on her wrists begins to tear, aided by the razor-wire that only becomes tighter with each instant.
The circular saw cuts easily into her groin before hitting her pelvic bone where it momentarily gets snagged before whirring back to life. Mrs. Sparks' hands finally snap off and with her arms free all she can think about in her panic is how to get away from the saw as it continues gliding up through her body, propelling tiny fragments of bones and intestines into the air. She attempts to push back against the table and even the spinning saw itself with what's left of her wrists, only to cut off even more of her forearms in clean slices with a simple, 'whirr.'
Katie screams in horror as she watches from inside the car as her mother gets bisected. Seeing her beginning to cough up blood as it starts running freely up her esophagus, choking her as it gets into her lungs. Just as the blade reaches her ribcage, Needles gives one final yank with all his strength and it tears through her chest and out of her right shoulder, baptizing him in a mist of blood, bone fragments, and viscera. His arms spread out wide in achievement, holding up both halves of Katie's mother as he laughs manically. Her bowels fall freely to the ground in a steaming heap as the half with her head attached occasionally convulses involuntary, the last signals are of life being sent to random nerve endings.
Not able to bear watching any more, Katie throws the Camaro into gear as it roars to life and she speeds off, running over her father's legs like a large speed bump. They drag underneath for maybe twenty yards before snapping at the ankles and getting pulled under the rear tires before they're left behind.
Needles Kane sighs deeply with satisfaction as he watches the red tail lights drive off into the distance. "I'll let that seed settle, little one. And then we can have our 'fun,' whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting."
The sound of approaching sirens in the distances begins piercing the night sky.
"Uh-oh, I guess that's my cue," Needles chuckles to himself as he strolls up the driveway toward his truck. "Ahh, such sweet, cool perfection. A child's innocence shown... so pleasing to the senses. Who doesn't love an ice cream cone? But snatch it away, and we'll we what's grown."
Already miles up the road, Katie speeds away towards no specific destination. The pain in her hand the only thing distracting her from the overwhelming sense of rage building inside of her. With everything taken from her, revenge burns in her eyes as she drives the car she was always promised, "See you soon, 'Sweet Tooth.'"

Twisted Metal
Chapter 1
A Sweet Halloween
The sun is just beginning to set in a mid-upper class suburban neighborhood as children roam the streets excitedly in cheaply made, store-bought costumes with their parents following nearby. Some travel in groups while others prefer the intimacy of trick-or-treating alone. An occasional group of teens roams the streets here and there, either looking for free candy or some kind of trouble to get into.
The chirping of crickets and laughter of kids scurrying from porch-to-porch through crunching leaves fills the cool night air. Houses are lit with various levels of decorations and the orange flicker of jack-o-lanterns.
Katie is in her bedroom with her friend Zoe as they wait for the other's to arrive for the sleepover they have planned. Being in their mid-teens, they have opted out of trick-or-treating recently, feeling they were "too old for any of that kid stuff" and, knowing Katie's folks were going out for the night, decided to take advantage of a 'parent-free' household.
It's around eight o'clock when Katie gets a notification on her phone which she barely hears thanks to the music their playing. Unlocking the screen, she sees a Snapchat message from her friend Emma saying she's, 'at the front door,' with a picture attachment of her face and Katie's porch in the background.
"Alright hold up, Emma's here let me go let her in."
"-ight, I'll wait here." Zoe responds, barely looking up from her phone as she's too enveloped in whatever personal drama she has going on.
As Katie makes her way down the hall there's a ring at the doorbell. "I got it!" She calls out as she goes down the stairs.
"It's fine, already there!" her mother responds. The nicely dressed middle-aged woman answers the door with a large bowl of candy in one hand, expecting more trick-or-treaters. Once she sees who's on the other side her eyes brighten up with recognition and excitement.
"Hey there, Emma! Oh my god it's been so long since I've seen you! Come on in," Katie's mother exclaims, gesturing her inwards as she greets her with a one-armed hug.
As Emma enters the brightly-lit house she sees Jimmy, Katie's older brother, is sprawled out on a couch in front of a large, seventy inch television hung up on the wall above an electric faux fireplace. To the right in the corner of the living room is a large play pen with an infant, maybe one-year-old, chewing on a teething toy as he stares blankly at Emma before quickly losing interest and looking elsewhere. To Emma's left, opposite the television, is a large kitchen with black marble countertops, a matching island and a dining table set nearby. At the far end of the room she sees Katie descending the staircase as she frowns at the sight of her mother.
"Come on, mom, she doesn't want to deal with any of your gushy shit," she complains in embarrassment before looking at Emma. "Hey fam! It took you long enough, Zoe's already been here for an hour."
Emma gives Katie a sneer, "Oh please, ya'll be so impatient sometimes. It's fine Mrs. Sparks, it's nice seeing you again."
"Thank you sweetie, I hope you girls have a good night," Mrs. Sparks smiles back before whispering to Katie, "Watch your language honey." She sighs deeply and places the bowl of candy on the armrest next to Jimmy, "Okay honey, I'm tapping you in. I need to finish getting ready to leave."
"Alright mom, no problem." Jimmy responds as he takes a piece of candy out of the bowl without looking away from the horror movie playing on the TV.
Mrs. Sparks lightly smacks it out of his hand, "Not for you, buster!"
"Ahh, fine," Jimmy laughs as his mother rustles his hair and makes her way towards the stairs, her heels clicking on the hard, wood floor.
Scoffing, Katie looks back to Emma, "So, did you get me any candy on the way?" she asks facetiously.
Emma shakes her head and looks down at a small piece of candy she begins unwrapping, answering casually, "No. So, who else is coming?"
Katie laughs to herself, "Sarah said she was on her way. Honestly she should be here any minute."
"Ugh, you invited HER?" Emma scowls.
"Yeah, I don't see what you guys got against her."
"Trust me, she plays the 'nice girl' part, but she'll fuck you over, one way or another."
Overhearing them, Jimmy looks over his shoulder as he pipes in. "Hey, I told you not to be inviting over anybody crazy, this isn't going to be a house party."
"Oh my god, chill out, we're going to be fine," Katie snaps back.
"Mmhm.." Jimmy murmurs as he turns back to the television before smiling and wagging his finger at Lucas, who's waving at him. "Because big-man there won't stand for it."
"Ugh, whatever dude," Katie snarls as she shakes her head. "Let's go upstairs before Zoe starts bitching."
"What do you mean, 'starts?'" Emma jokes. The girls laugh as they ascend the stairs, passing Mr. Sparks at the top. He's wearing dress shoes, dress pants, and a buttoned-up shirt with a blood stain that's obviously too bright to be real.
"Hey sweat-heart. I'm going to be leaving some money with Jimmy so he can order some pizzas for everyone."
"Okay dad, didn't really need to tell us that, but thanks!" Katie responds sarcastically.
"Well sorry I bothered," he huffs, turning back and continuing down the staircase.
"Umm, thanks Mr. Sparks, that'd be really nice!" Emma stammers.
Back in Katie's room, Zoe greets Emma with a simple, "Hey," as they walk in, still barely looking up from her phone as her thumbs tap across the screen.
"Hey, slut. Did you ever get that money you borrowed from me?" Emma shoots back.
Zoe suddenly throws her head back and moans, "Ughhh, fine! I know I'm not going to hear the end of that all fucking night." She gets up begrudgingly and saunters over to her backpack to look for her wallet.
"I bet that's the only reason you came over," Katie laughs.
"Well it didn't hurt my decision," Emma responds, plopping onto the bed.
"Here's your five bucks," Zoe mumbles, walking over and holding up the bill.
"Thank YOU," Emma chirps, quickly pinching it out of Zoe's grasp.
The girls continue to banter, bitch, and laugh for about five minutes before there's a light knock at the door. After a moment Katie's mother pokes her head into the bedroom making a goofy face with her eyes crossed and a fake arrow on her head before snapping back to normal. "Okay girls, we're heading out! Jimmy's going to be out in the living room handing out candy while he's watching Lucas. If you need anything just call, we should be about twenty minutes away."
Katie can't help but roll her eyes and cringe at her mother's playful entrance. "Jeez, mom. Can't you go a day without acting so embarrassing?"
"Oh please, you're the only one complaining. You don't always have to be such a buzz-kill."
"Psh! Do you even know what a buzz IS?"
"Oh-ho-ho! Trust me I know what a buzz is, I was your age once. Which, speaking of, no sneaking any boys in here!" she squints and points a finger, feigning her accusations.
"Good-BYE, Mom!" Katie says.
Rolling her eyes, Mrs. Sparks backs out of the doorway and shuts the door behind her.
"Jesus Christ, I can't stand her," Katie complains as Zoe cracks into laughter for a few seconds.
"I don't see what you mean babe, I think your parents are super nice," Emma responds.
"No way, they're super-fucking-naggy. They're always up my ass about something, no cap. Like, I got my license, learned how to drive stick and everything! But they said they still don't trust me enough to hand over the Camaro. It's fucking bullshit!"
Emma doesn't respond, only looking down at her phone and miming the word, 'O-KAY.'
Zoe, not being afraid to tell somebody off, jumps in quickly. "Well shit, bitch, I wouldn't trust you with that ride either! Especially for a FIRST car. Knowing you, you'd try to race some skank day-one and wreck that shit!"
"Thank you!" They hear Mr. Sparks' muffled voice through the door.
Both Emma and Zoe roar into laughter as Katie's face sours and she throws a pillow at Zoe before yelling toward the door, "What the FUCK, Dad!? Go to your fucking party already!"
"Baiii!" he calls back in a ditzy voice, making the girls laugh even harder.
"You can be such a clown sometimes," Zoe pants in between breaths. "Quit acting like a spoiled bitch."
Feeling embarrassed and wanting to change the subject, Katie is reminded of something from this morning. "Oh my god, speaking of, I saw the creepiest thing today. There was some guy cruising around the neighborhood in an ice-cream truck."
"An ice-cream truck? That's kind of cool," Emma says. "I didn't even know those were still a thing anymore, I haven't seen one in years."
"Yeah well that's kind of the thing, it looked about as run-down as you'd think it would. Straight up gave me 'Jeepers Creepers' vibes. Except it had some big-ol' clown head on the top and I thought I saw smoke coming from somewhere. It was weird 'cause there were actually a few kids trying to chase it down, but the guy never stopped. He had his music on and everything but just kept driving hella-slow, it looked totally sus. Straight up seemed like he was fishing them along, looking for a place to stop."
"Well that doesn't sound too weird. Sounds to me like he was trying to bring out as many kids as he could before stopping." Emma says still giggling to herself, obviously not really taking Katie seriously.
"Well the thing is, about a couple hours later my parents made me take out the garbage and I saw him still parked way down in the empty, wooded cul de sac at the end of the street. If he really was some kind of freak he could've easily snatched up some kids without anybody seeing."
"You and your brother need to chill out with that horror shit, babe. I feel like it's getting to your head." Zoe jokes as she looks down at a joint she's started rolling.
"Huh, I don't know that is kind of weird. But maybe he was just taking a break or something," Emma suggests.
"Well either way, I haven't gotten any Amber Alerts today so ya'll need to freaking chill," Zoe pipes up impatiently before changing the subject. "So since your parents are finally leaving can we fucking smoke now?"
The girls wait to hear Katie's parents shout their final goodbyes before the sound of the garage door closing. Turning on a Bluetooth speaker they put on some loud pop music as they look up random Tik Tok videos, talk about boys, girls, and make fun of each other while they smoke marijuana.
About fifteen minutes into their own personal little party, at one point they hear Jimmy screaming something from downstairs.
"Hey, Katie?" Emma asks nervously after exhaling a puff of smoke, "I hear your brother yelling something. Are you sure he's okay with us smoking weed?"
"He fucking better be. I know he smokes all the time so he better not say anything," Katie huffs as she stomps over to the door and pops her head out into the hall. She can hear Lucas crying from downstairs and some kind of commotion like Jimmy was throwing a fit. "Shut up, asshole! Mind your damn business and watch Luke like you said you would!" she yells before slamming the door.
"What was that all about?" Emma wonders.
"Who fucking knows with him. He was probably losing at a video game or something."
"Wasn't he just watching a movie though?" she reminds Katie.
Zoe, clearly uninterested, coughs out a cloud of smoke and swats it away, "So when is Sarah getting here? Her skank-ass is always so damn late, bruh."
"I was actually just about to text her," Katie says as she fishes her phone out of her pocket. After unlocking it she immediately sees a notification from twenty minutes ago. "Oh shit, I actually got a Snap from her. Turn down the music real quick."
After bringing up the app, she sees a video attachment which she immediately plays. "Hey sluts! I'm like right outside your place. I don't know why, but there's some guy out here in a ice-cream truck that's still selling. Kinda weird that he's out so late but I'm gonna stop and get something. What do ya'll wan-" she's cut off as there's the sound of a sliding window opening and her expression quickly changes from playfully snarky to confused then fearful as she stares up at whatever is on the other side of her phone. She begins to let out a scream just as a large, gloved hand reaches into frame and the video ends.
A sudden wave of panic washes over Katie. "What the hell? Guys I think something might've happened to Sarah."
"What do you mean? Let me see," Emma says, wandering over.
"No way, she's just fucking with us," Zoe sighs as she begins rolling another joint, unfazed.
"But she said 'ice-cream truck' though. You don't think that's a little fucking weird?" Katie rants.
"Yeah Zoe, girls our age get snatched up all the time."
"She said she was outside," Katie says running over to the window. Her hand trembles as she reaches out and lifts one of the blinds to peek through. Her face turns pale and her heart jumps into her throat when she sees it. The same large, run down ice-cream truck with old, peeling polka-dotted paint. A big, gaudy clown head sits atop and from this angle she could see a hole above the driver's seat; it looks melted away and blackened with soot at the edges.
"What the hell? No-no-no-no," Running back to Emma she snatches her phone back in a panic and quickly types a message back to Sarah.
'R U OKAY???'
After only a few seconds, Sarah's Bitmoji pops up, showing someone is reading the message before a (...) appears above the character's head, indicating somebody is typing.
After a minute Katie gets a reply back with a picture attached 'I'm coming up the stairs.' The picture shows a close-up of Sarah's face but something about her looks... off. It's dark, but from what Katie can tell the color in her lips seems bluish and her eyes look blank and emotionless, almost like a rubber mask.
With the music down, they're able to hear a heavy *CLANK* from down the hall that makes Katie jump, and then a metallic scraping, like something being dragged on the wood floor. The sound gets closer and closer, as a pair of heavy footsteps slowly approaches the door. A faint scent of burning brimstone begins to fill the air.
Suddenly there's a light, playful knock to the first five notes of "shave and a haircut." Tap- taptap- tap- tap.. then a long pause. "Sarah?-" Katie calls out just before there's a heavy bang at the door, nearly knocking it off it's hinges. The girls scream and jump back before a second bang finishes the job and a large boot bursts through the entrance like a ram, splintering the frame as the door flies across the room between Katie and Emma, destroying the television.
Standing there is a massive, looming figure at least six feet tall, with no shirt and baggy polka-dotted pants, held up by a black leather chest harness being used like suspenders. On his face is a cracked porcelain clown mask with only one open eye, a big red nose, and a snarling, yellowed smile. Behind red puffs of hair sticking out from either side of the mask are leather straps tightly buckling it around his bald head which is adorned with a seemingly ceaseless, unrelenting flame, billowing upwards like a campfire as it blackens the popcorn ceiling. Firmly grasped in one of his black leather gloves is an axe, looking almost comically small compared to his size. Filling the doorway he steps into the room, quickly glancing around as they're all frozen with intimidation and fear before tossing a round object from his other hand into Emma's lap.
It lands with a wet 'thud' in her lap as she instinctually grabs for it. Emma quickly recognizes Sarah's face through streaks of hair, saturated with blood and matted down in messy tendrils. One of her eyes has rolled at a different angle from the other, pointing straight as the other stares blankly at the ceiling. Her nose is broken, smushed to one side and her mouth hangs open lazily, showing off a few newly chipped teeth. Emma screams and throws the head into the corner with a shudder, the other girls still startled and confused.
"Trick-or-treat!" the clown yells in a deep, booming voice as he suddenly swings the axe sideways like a baseball bat at an oncoming ball, which happens to be Zoe's head. She begins to scream for a split second before it hits her straight in the face, it's thick blade chopping into her open mouth, stopping any sound with a sickening, 'thunk.' Zoe's eyes roll back involuntarily as her body begins convulsing, hands attempting to grab at the handle out of pure instinct, but the impact of the blow has left her body dazed, undoubtedly giving her a brain damage. There's no blood at first, the entire scene looking like a cheap movie effect. Katie and Emma are both frozen in shock, the only sound in the room coming from the thud on the carpet from Zoe's kicking feet.
"Zoe? Zoe stop it, this is scary! Zoe, please stop! Oh, my god!" Emma screams in denial of what's happening.
Thick streams of blood begin to slowly pour out of the sides of Zoe's mouth moments later, and when the clown quickly pulls the axe back out it yanks her small frame out of the chair by her head, spraying blood all around the room and onto the other girls. The hot mist hitting them snaps them out of their stupor just before he swings again, striking her in the face a second time, caving in her nose and left eye as her arms begin violently flailing at nothing. Her head splits open and is accompanied by a horrible momentary hissing noise as blood begins fizzing out from places where bone and flesh no longer connect like a broken water pipe. He wrenches the blade back out and her limp body falls to the floor, part of her brain, pink and glistening, slipping from the wounds in her mangled face as she impacts. The girls look down at their friend in horror, her one remaining eye blinking uncontrollably as she twitches like a cockroach. Her mouth is a twisted bloody jumble of teeth, meat and jawbone, her tongue hangs out of an open gash on the side of her cheek, connected only by a sliver of flesh.
"What the fuck! What the fuck! Oh my god!" Emma screams as she tries to run for the door, but there's no real way around the hellish clown's massive frame. Katie, paralyzed with fear and disbelief, is forced to watch as he seemingly reaches across the room, grabbing a fistful of Emma's hair in his gigantic mit before yanking and rag-dolling her back across the bedroom.
"What's wrong sweet-heart? I gave your little friend there a 'trick,' now it's time to give you a 'treat.'" he says, holding up a Jolly Rancher. "Now open wide."
"Ahh, stop! Wh-what are you doing? No-," her screams of protest are soon muffled as he puts the candy in her mouth, before continuing to push until his knuckles are straining against her teeth. With a violent thrust he forces his hand down, deep into her mouth, shattering her teeth. He begins to laugh wildly and sing, bellowing each time he pushes further. "I SCREAM, you SCREAM, we all SCREAM for i-CE-CREAM." There's a sickening popping and cracking as her jaw dislocates and her throat bulges as his fist disappears down to his massive forearm. All the while her body convulses in agony. Getting a tight grip on her esophagus, he violently yanks it out through her open mouth, pulling until the skin on her neck tightens, disappearing as it caves inward. Most of the neck's innards, including the tongue and jugular, hang out of her gaping mouth and her whole body starts twitching as she falls to the ground, shaking and spasming. Her eyes dart around frantically, wide with fear and confusion at the monster of reality.
It's suddenly ended when the clown brings down the heel of his massive boot on her face, caving it in effortlessly. Her head bursts outwards from underneath his foot as the pressure causes small fragments of skull and cerebral matter to be projectiled around the room.
As the killer tramples Emma to death, there's a brief moment when his back is to Katie and she takes the opportunity to escape. She manages to get through the doorway and turns left to run down the hall, hearing a deep grunt from inside the room just before the sound of something heavy smashing into the wall beside her. She doesn't look back until she reaches the stairs, seeing the head of the axe that he threw had just missed her and is buried in the drywall, outlined by the monstrous silhouette of the approaching clown as he squeezes through the doorway.
Katie bounds down the stairs, skipping steps on the way down and slightly twisting her ankle at the bottom step. Thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her veins she hardly even notices and turn towards the dark living room to sprint for the front door. She doesn't even feel her legs go out from under her, only noticing that she's falling as she slips in a dark, oily puddle.
Katie lands and hits her hip, the pain slightly snapping her out of her panicked haze as she takes in her surroundings. There is an awful burning meat stench filling the house along with an old metallic scent and the reek of organs and bile. The flashing from the television allows her to make out streams of drying blood that riddle the walls and furniture. Some if it is on a lamp bulb, giving off a dark, brownish-crimson hue to the hellish scene that twenty minutes ago was once her home. She's lying in a tremendous pool of blood nearly half an inch deep that fills the living room, giving off ripples into a black mirror-like reflection.
"Jesus, what the fu-, Jimmy? Lucas?"
Looking around frantically, she sees the play pen where Lucas was kept is empty and slightly broken down with him nowhere to be seen. Scanning the room more it doesn't take her long to see where the blood came from. At the far end of where she lies she spots Jimmy's head propped up on the kitchen island. The crown has been cut off and scooped out, lying covered with brain pulp, hollow and eyeless with a small candle in the mouth. It gives off a soft *sizzle* as it burns the flesh inside.
"Oh go-," She immediately gags and vomits at the grotesque sight, retching as it splashes down in a sloppy mess and mixes with the thick blood.
"I sat his body on the porch with the bucket of candy so we wouldn't be disturbed playing our little game. And the children seem to adore it!" the clown calls out as he stomps down the staircase, taking each step slowly and confidently. The wood creaks violently with each stride, seemingly about to give under his weight.
Katie forces herself to her feet as she continues gagging, slipping here and there as she runs towards the front door and tries the handle, yanking furiously in a desperate attempt to get out but nothing happens. She looks up and sees a board anchored across the entire door with nails at both ends, bunched together and twisted over each other in places, making it impossible for her to open the door. Lying nearby on the ground is a large nail gun, which Katie quickly reaches for, picking it up and turning towards the clown who is now at the base of the stairs and points it at him.
Her hands shake intensely with fear as she struggles to hold up the heavy gun with both arms. "Please.. please just leave me alone!" she weeps. He doesn't answer. Only taking a step towards her as if crossing a line she dared him not to. "AGGHHH, FUCK YOU!" she screams in defiance and squeezes the trigger, but her heart sinks as nothing happens.
"Sorry little girl, it doesn't work like that." he deeply chuckles, continuing to slowly close the gap between them as he steps into the dark puddle.
Katie weakly throws the nail gun at him but it doesn't nearly go far enough, landing halfway between them and sliding to a stop at the killer's feet.
Stopping momentarily, he looks down at the gun and cocks his head. "Aww, that was my new toy," he taunts, feigning dejection as he bends over to pick it up. "Let me show you how it works."
The sound of the television cuts through the ringing in Katie's ears as it seems to draw the clowns attention. -"This ice cream truck's whimsical nature hides it's true function - a place for Needles Kane, the "Sweet Tooth Killer," to lure his most innocent victims and commit his egregious acts. Suspected of a mass shooting at a supermarket in East-Lake District last Tuesday, he was last seen nearby in an intense firefight with police officers just before escaping. Needles Kane is to be considered armed and EXTREMELY dangerous. Do not approach-"
"Oh lookie here, I'm on TV," he says fondly as watches the flashing screen. "They love me.. they really do love me." Looking back to Katie, Needles continues to take slow, measured steps as he closes the gap between them, his one eye seemingly burning red with blood-lust. The orange hellfire blazing atop his head flickers brightly and licks at the ceiling above him as he moves. "The more I kill, the more they talk about me. And tonight little one, you're helping me paint a.. MASTERPIECE. One that nobody will ever forget."
Just then the house is filled with a blaring sound as the fire alarm goes off. Looking over to the kitchen Katie sees thick, black smoke billowing out of the oven and spreading outward at the ceiling.
"Uuhh-oohh! Ding, Turkey's done!," Needles laughs with a shrug. "You know, you really are a terrible baby sitter."
Quickly realizing what he means, dread glazes over Katie's eyes as she looks around desperately for any sign of Lucas, any indication of proof that he's still around, anything to show her that the reek of burning meat filling the house is not her baby brother. Terror grips at her chest as her hope begins to fade, her murderer closing in as he toys with her. She can feel her heartbeat in her temples, pounding so hard she's almost positive he can hear it from where he is, thirty feet away. Twenty five feet. Twenty. Needles bellows into laughter, obviously enjoying the torment he's causing her in this personal nightmare he has created.
As Katie continues scanning the room frantically she sees the door in the kitchen leading to the garage is left cracked open. If only she could make it past Needles, get to the door, press the button to open the automatic door, and weasel out underneath before the clown got to her. At this point it's literally her only chance. She's surprised by her own body as she finds herself bolting for the door, adrenaline pumping through her veins and focusing her vision, everything seeming to move in slow motion.
Needles is taken off guard momentarily at Katie's sudden choice to run towards him, widening his stance as he chuckles to himself, "Alright, come on."
Katie can't believe she's doing this. Knowing she has to time this right, she sprints at a right angle and waits for his reaction. She's about six feet away when he begins to reach out for her before she ducks and jukes to the left, using the base of the couch as leverage to dive just out of his grasp. Not expecting her sudden change in direction, Needles is thrown off balance as he turns and slips in the blood he's standing in. "Ah, fucking shit! Goddamn cunt!"
Katie's heart flutters as she realizes she made it; she's not cornered anymore, now he's behind her and she just has to out run him. Quickly scrambling to her feet she makes a dash for the door. She only has to press the button on the wall and wiggle her slender frame under the automatic door, if it isn't even open already!
She reaches the door and bursts through, but as Katie flicks on the light she is met back with the sight of her parents looking back at her, both bound and gagged with panic and tears in their eyes. To her right Katie's mother lies flat on the table saw that had occupied the corner of the garage for as long as she remembers, tied down with a generous amount of razor-wire. To her left, her father is bound by thick chains with his hands at the base of the water heater, and feet at the front bumper of their red 1967 Chevrolet Camaro.
Katie gasps so hard it nearly chokes her as she skids to a stop, "Oh shit, mommy? Daddy?" she weeps, looking back and forth between them. She runs over to her mom and starts frantically trying to unweave the thick tumble of razor wire around her hands as she slices open her own.
"Surprise!" Needles yells as he barges into the garage, flinging his arms into the air with joy as he still holds the nail gun. "Looks like mommy and daddy were here the whole time! Aww, but I guess that means they're late for their date! Well, to be quite honest, that may be partially my fault." He taunts, bursting into laughter.
"Now, get over here!" Needles growls, suddenly springing forward and grabbing Katie roughly by back of her neck, his speed indicating he was clearly toying with her a minute ago. He picks her up and throws open the door to the car before slinging her into the driver's seat. Quickly snatching her left wrist he holds her hand to the steering wheel before placing the nail gun to the back of it, pinning it into place.
Katie wails as the clown continues shooting nails into her hand until they criss-cross randomly. Her parents scream, curse and cry at the sight of their child being tortured in front of them. Finally, running out of nails, he throws the gun away like a needless piece of junk, crashing into some unseen pile of scrap.
"Now, listen closely. I'm giving you a head start, little rabbit. Either you can die here along with mommy and daddy," he flips the switch on the table saw as it loudly spins to life between Mrs. Sparks' legs causing her to squeal in fear. "Or we can have a little fun, before I start having my fun." Without looking he presses the button on the wall behind him, opening the automatic garage door. "And then only one of them has to die. If you go now, I promise not to kill dear mommy here."
Katie can't believe what she's hearing. It's one thing that this freak slaughtered her friends and family, but now he's forcing her to kill her own father.
"Nooo, please. Please don't make me do this," Katie sobs through the pain.
Needles stands between Mrs. Sparks' legs, grabbing her ankles tightly. "Three seconds."
"Oh god, oh god I can't," she pants.
"Two," he begins to pull, the razor wire digging even more into her hands. Mrs. Sparks is screaming hysterically as the spinning blade inches closer.
Mr. Sparks looks at Katie with panic in his eyes, nodding his head violently and yelling through his gag, "Go, go!"
"One," the blade begins snipping at the hem of Mrs. Sparks' dress as her screams turn to shrieks.
"I'm so sorry! I love you!" Katie yells as she throws the car into reverse and peels out, the tension immediately pulling her father taught like a medieval rack. He screams through his gag in anguish as the joints in his arms and legs quickly begin dislocating as the tires of the car screech in place, leaving behind smoke and the smell of burnt rubber.
"See you soon, doll face!" Needles shouts with glee as Katie is forced to watch as the skin on her father's torso stretches for a moment before tearing apart unevenly at places, his stomach splitting at the navel while the majority of skin on his back is torn away, partially exposing the lungs though his ribcage. He dies almost instantly as nearly a gallon of blood and bile splashes onto the floor at once along with his small intestines, still connected to his stomach which sways grotesquely. His legs get dragged behind the Camaro, the colon trailing along with them before Katie skids to a stop and drifts sideways in the street at the end of the driveway.
Katie sits with her forehead on the steering wheel, hyperventilating as she takes in the trauma of killing her own dad.
Still standing where he was, Needles continues staring at Katie, "Aww, wasn't that a touching family moment," he mocks, seemingly to nobody before looking down at Mrs. Sparks, sighing. "I know I said I'd let you go, but let's face it, a man has to have his priorities."
Needles takes hold of each ankle again and, bracing a foot against the edge of the table, pulls with all his strength. Katie's mother wails in agony through her gag as the fibrous tissue and ligaments in her hands pop and snap as the flesh on her wrists begins to tear, aided by the razor-wire that only becomes tighter with each instant.
The circular saw cuts easily into her groin before hitting her pelvic bone where it momentarily gets snagged before whirring back to life. Mrs. Sparks' hands finally snap off and with her arms free all she can think about in her panic is how to get away from the saw as it continues gliding up through her body, propelling tiny fragments of bones and intestines into the air. She attempts to push back against the table and even the spinning saw itself with what's left of her wrists, only to cut off even more of her forearms in clean slices with a simple, 'whirr.'
Katie screams in horror as she watches from inside the car as her mother gets bisected. Seeing her beginning to cough up blood as it starts running freely up her esophagus, choking her as it gets into her lungs. Just as the blade reaches her ribcage, Needles gives one final yank with all his strength and it tears through her chest and out of her right shoulder, baptizing him in a mist of blood, bone fragments, and viscera. His arms spread out wide in achievement, holding up both halves of Katie's mother as he laughs manically. Her bowels fall freely to the ground in a steaming heap as the half with her head attached occasionally convulses involuntary, the last signals are of life being sent to random nerve endings.
Not able to bear watching any more, Katie throws the Camaro into gear as it roars to life and she speeds off, running over her father's legs like a large speed bump. They drag underneath for maybe twenty yards before snapping at the ankles and getting pulled under the rear tires before they're left behind.
Needles Kane sighs deeply with satisfaction as he watches the red tail lights drive off into the distance. "I'll let that seed settle, little one. And then we can have our 'fun,' whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting."
The sound of approaching sirens in the distances begins piercing the night sky.
"Uh-oh, I guess that's my cue," Needles chuckles to himself as he strolls up the driveway toward his truck. "Ahh, such sweet, cool perfection. A child's innocence shown... so pleasing to the senses. Who doesn't love an ice cream cone? But snatch it away, and we'll we what's grown."
Already miles up the road, Katie speeds away towards no specific destination. The pain in her hand the only thing distracting her from the overwhelming sense of rage building inside of her. With everything taken from her, revenge burns in her eyes as she drives the car she was always promised, "See you soon, 'Sweet Tooth.'"

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It's hard for me to recognize fake profiles and bots on any dating app.

In the past two months the girl that I loved more than myself started to act strange when school started. She started to be distant, she started arguments, she would give me attitude, and would get mad at me for trying to fix us, and during all that time I seen her get close with a friend of mine that I have known for years. I would tell her that I didn’t like how close they were and she’d swear that it’s purely plutonic but I knew something was off about it. During all of this she’d still be very protective of me and not want me to talk to any girl and if I did even tho she’s just my classmate she’d start to cry. Then she says she wants to break up for religious purposes in hopes we can get married in the future. After we break up we still talk all day and we’re supposed to stay loyal, but I start seeing her getting really close with the other guy, I see him walking her home, skipping classes with her, texting, flirting, and I tell her that and she says that we’re not dating anymore and I should stop being overprotective. After that a couple of arguments and she says she wants to take a two week break from talking to calm ourselves down. Two days later she texts me saying “hop off we’re done for good focus on school” which completely shocked me. Then I hear from a couple of people that she told the guy that she tells him that me and my ex have BEEN broken up and that I already have a girlfriend and moved on. Then I get told they they almost kissed, then they start hanging out all the time, then I get told they’re dating. Mind you this whole time she’s a part of my friend group and I have too see all of this, I see her flirting with him, laughing and being all happy as if nothing happened, but during all of this we would talk. The. I start to see rumours about me that I’m making our friend group go agains her and that I’m ruining her life, meanwhile yes I have been telling people what she has done, everything I say I have proof via screenshots so nothing I’m saying is fabricated. Two weeks after they’re dating I walk past her and she looks at me and I got the feeling that she looked sad which made me feel a mix of happy in a petty way and sad. Then the next day I get told that my ex and her new boyfriend walk past each other like nothing, then I see them in the same room but not talking and her boyfriend looks upset. Then later that day I see them talking and right after he leaves my ex goes up to a mutual friend and goes “Bro he just came up to me!”, and I’m my mind I knew something was up so I try and find out through a couple of friends and it turns out that he’s either cheating or they broke up, and the only reason why I think they’re still together is that 1. They still follow each 2. Their Snapchat bitmoji is still matching. Now after a month and a half of our break up I got over her but I still miss what we did have a lot and the part that hurt is that she can move on so fast. So me seeing her having problems with her boyfriend got me thinking that she will reach out and I want to make her feel what i felt, and I know this mentality is very toxic and I get that but I can’t control it, she hurt me so much and it’s so draining to think about, even the thought of me making her feel how I felt is so draining and I just want her out of my mind at times but I can’t, no matter what I do I take 1 step forward 3 steps back. Now I do not know what to do and she’s all I talk about and it’s really draining and it’s annoying all my friends too. It is also affecting my school life, I’ve been sleeping and waking up late, not doing any work, flailing every test and zoning out a lot due to overthinking. So if you guys have any advice please let me know it means a lot thank you.

In the past two months the girl that I loved more than myself started to act strange when school started. She started to be distant, she started arguments, she would give me attitude, and would get mad at me for trying to fix us, and during all that time I seen her get close with a friend of mine that I have known for years. I would tell her that I didn’t like how close they were and she’d swear that it’s purely plutonic but I knew something was off about it. During all of this she’d still be very protective of me and not want me to talk to any girl and if I did even tho she’s just my classmate she’d start to cry. Then she says she wants to break up for religious purposes in hopes we can get married in the future. After we break up we still talk all day and we’re supposed to stay loyal, but I start seeing her getting really close with the other guy, I see him walking her home, skipping classes with her, texting, flirting, and I tell her that and she says that we’re not dating anymore and I should stop being overprotective. After that a couple of arguments and she says she wants to take a two week break from talking to calm ourselves down. Two days later she texts me saying “hop off we’re done for good focus on school” which completely shocked me. Then I hear from a couple of people that she told the guy that she tells him that me and my ex have BEEN broken up and that I already have a girlfriend and moved on. Then I get told they they almost kissed, then they start hanging out all the time, then I get told they’re dating. Mind you this whole time she’s a part of my friend group and I have too see all of this, I see her flirting with him, laughing and being all happy as if nothing happened, but during all of this we would talk. The. I start to see rumours about me that I’m making our friend group go agains her and that I’m ruining her life, meanwhile yes I have been telling people what she has done, everything I say I have proof via screenshots so nothing I’m saying is fabricated. Two weeks after they’re dating I walk past her and she looks at me and I got the feeling that she looked sad which made me feel a mix of happy in a petty way and sad. Then the next day I get told that my ex and her new boyfriend walk past each other like nothing, then I see them in the same room but not talking and her boyfriend looks upset. Then later that day I see them talking and right after he leaves my ex goes up to a mutual friend and goes “Bro he just came up to me!”, and I’m my mind I knew something was up so I try and find out through a couple of friends and it turns out that he’s either cheating or they broke up, and the only reason why I think they’re still together is that 1. They still follow each 2. Their Snapchat bitmoji is still matching. Now after a month and a half of our break up I got over her but I still miss what we did have a lot and the part that hurt is that she can move on so fast. So me seeing her having problems with her boyfriend got me thinking that she will reach out and I want to make her feel what i felt, and I know this mentality is very toxic and I get that but I can’t control it, she hurt me so much and it’s so draining to think about, even the thought of me making her feel how I felt is so draining and I just want her out of my mind at times but I can’t, no matter what I do I take 1 step forward 3 steps back. Now I do not know what to do and she’s all I talk about and it’s really draining and it’s annoying all my friends too. It is also affecting my school life, I’ve been sleeping and waking up late, not doing any work, flailing every test and zoning out a lot due to overthinking. So if you guys have any advice please let me know it means a lot thank you

I (f19) met ‘G’ (m21) my freshman year of o and instantly fell in love. I wouldn’t say we had a perfect relationship as this is the only real relationship I’ve had so far, but we did our best to perfect every aspect of it. I got pregnant my junior year with our daughter, moved in with him in his family home due to my abusive family and I thought we’d be a happy family once after all. Then the lying began.. I was left alone my whole pregnancy. He never helped me, never supported me, never showed me affection unless he wanted something from me. He began sneaking out of the house to party and hang out with different women while I waited for him all night long worried sick. He ditched me for my birthday to party with his friends and left our baby shower early to hang out alone with his girl best friend and looked shocked once I found them. He swore up and down it wasn’t what it seemed and sadly I believed him. I wanted happiness so bad I chose to ignore the major red flags. The day I gave birth was absolutely traumatic and the whole time he was there he was on his phone chatting with women on dating apps. I thought he would change once my daughter was born but once again I was naive. This continued to happen and I fell deeply into a dark depression. I finally had enough and found a place for myself with the help of a friend and was doing good. In a way I know I should steer clear from him, but my heart cannot let go. My mind is so confused and I often wonder what I did to make him do this to me, or what I could’ve done to keep him happy. I know it’s dumb, but I so badly believed he could love me the way I loved him. Anyways, a few months ago G texted me, he told me that me leaving him made him realize how much I truly did mean to him and I believed it. At first it was great, we were so happy.. but it only lasted 4 months. During those months he showed me a different side of him, the fun and loving man I once knew was back! We went out with our daughter and had the best moments together. I even moved in with him to a new house about a month ago and we planned on making it our home. He treated me like a queen. I never had to pay for anything, he gave me all the love and affection I could’ve ever wished for, and made me feel so happy and appreciated. Yet two nights ago I noticed something so small and ridiculous, he changed his Snapchat bitmoji that previously matched perfectly with mine. I playfully grabbed his phone to change it back once he fell asleep and once I opened the app my stomach dropped and I began to shake. A girls bitmoji with a fake boys name? I thought it was a glitch at first until I clicked the conversation. I wish I would’ve never noticed the change in his avatar. Those messages broke my heart. To make matters worse, he recently went to Mexico and apparently met her there at a party. He swore he never even talked to her when I confronted him, but I don’t believe his words anymore. Two nights ago he excitedly told me he can’t wait for December to return to Mexico to see his grandmother. He told me she was getting old and wanted to see her every chance he could, but some of his last messages to her were “I can’t wait to go back to meet up with you beautiful 😘.” We were planning on having a son soon. I have taken 4 pregnancy tests and my heart broke at every negative. It made no sense why I couldn’t get pregnant but now I know it was a bit of good luck. My heart is broken. I want to give up but I can’t . I can’t take this pain anymore. I know I’m young, I know I’m gullible and not as mature as a full adult, but he showed me all this love, we discussed our future, we were so happy and in love.. how could he do this? What will I do? Did he ever mean any of it? He said he didn’t think about it and that he was sorry.. but he made it so clear to her in their messages that he was single. He told her I was crazy.. I don’t blame the girl, she didn’t know he lied, but after checking what time those messages were sent I realized it was all those times he hid in the bathroom or while I sat in the same room as him with our daughter. While we went on our family dates and while he worked. He texted her every second of the day while I waited for hours for a simple text back about diapers or what we planned on eating later on. He’s acting so calm and it’s infuriating knowing he doesn’t care the way I thought he did. if anyone has been through any of this , I would love some advice on how to keep going , I have no idea what I’m going to do.

I (24F) have been with my boyfriend (25M, let's call him P) for 2 years. He is the love of my life and my everything. My entire family adore him to pieces, and he fits right in. We met through my close friends, so we share a friend group and everyone loves him. He’s so funny, very attractive and is such a charming guy. We’ve been friends since we were about 12/13 but never got too close, and during a lifted lockdown I met up with friends and saw him for the first time in a year or so and immediately fell in love. We have had the most amazing, loving and trusting relationship, talking about moving out and getting engaged soon, and it has been the best 2 years of my life, until I had suspicions.
On a road trip with his family, I saw an unfamiliar female bitmoji on his lock screen. He was asleep, and I checked his phone to look at the time when I saw this. I was bored, so I went through my contacts until I found a matching one, and it was of a girl that went to my middle school, who I was never friends with but knew of. He went to high school with her (I didn't, I went to a different high school to all my middle school friends, and P did not go to my middle school). When he woke up, I asked why he was talking to (let's call her C). He called my psycho and explained that they used to be friends and her bf just cheated on her, so he was just checking in to talk about it.
Now, I didn't think any more of it as he is a very social and caring person, just weird he called my psycho (I genuinely was just bored and waiting for him to wake up).
4 months later, I get some information which leads me to suspect that there may have been something going on between them, so I ask, and he confesses: They go to the same gym, so got talking on Snapchat by buying into each other. They were both confiding in each other, about her ex-boyfriend cheating on her, and P was expressing some small relationship issues that we were having.
One thing leads to another, and they start sexting, she is sending nudes, and he is dirty talking to her (saying he wants to fuck her, she’s hot, what he would do to her, etc) and masturbates and cums to the pics she sent on Snapchat. This situation of C sending nudes, dirty talking and P masturbating to her happens twice. They barely speak again after.
He says he didn't ask for the nudes, she just sent them when they started talking about 'the gym' from one thing leading to another, and he also says he never sent any nudes back, I believe this.
I am heartbroken. My problem is that this isn’t big enough for me to leave him straight away, but it's not small enough for me to just easily get over. Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach and I cannot bear it, but I have never loved anyone this much in my entire life. I still want to marry this man and I know he wants that as well and is willing to put all the work into helping me get over this and make this relationship work.
What do I do? Is this as big of a deal as I'm making it out to be? Would you stay with him?
TLDR: My boyfriend of 2 years cheated on me and I don't know what to do. He was sexting and dirty talking to another girl, she sent him nudes, and he masturbated to these nudes, twice.

So me and this girl has been talking for 5 months and we dated for the first month and broke up 2 months later and her bsf told her to break up with me she said she had no reason and that her bsf kept saying I was a bad person which I wasn't we dated during the summer so we never saw each other I got used in my past and she knew it and she said that since we are starting high school that she don't wanna cheat on me because I'm a good person and her exes always cheated on her and she did it back and we still talked right after that she had one bsf that lives across the world from her and he is mad weird and she added me in a discord GC with him and he started to be weird and he is like a discord mod type personality he was sending pics of random anime dudes and they looked hella weird and she said he is ugly and he is bi and I know knew and I forgot to say she was friends with him for 2 years and they FaceTime once and he is hella ugly she said and he send me a ss of him he had pink hair and all looked like one of those boys on tiktok that says kill all men and gets upset when someone says sum about them and he kept identifying as random foods like Mayo and all being super cringy and the girl I been with I started to flirt with her in front of him and she did if back made him hella uncomfortable and he kept talking about my pen** size when he will never know it and he left the GC and they say they are married online which I feel like she was forced to by him and all and she has a bestie who she is married to as well I know her she is like a body guard and me and this girl for 5 months started to get way more closer rn and so far yesterday she met my mom and older brother we picked her up and me and her ALONE went to the movies and she was not nervous to meet my mom which idk if it's a red flag and when we watched the movie we watched the invitation and I put my head on her shoulder and put my hand behind her neck and we were talking a lot about the movie and when we got outside u called my grandma to pick us up and I asked her if she wanna come over for a while she said I don't care and I heard it means yes so I walk away call my mom she said she can come over and her mom said it's fine and when my grandma gets to movies she bring us to our house and we get on couch my dog kept trying to smell her co***** and I bring her in my room and she layed in my bed and I layed right next to her and out my head on her shoulder she didn't care and we watched fights on her camera roll I been in 2 and she keeps giggling saying I wonder who that is 🤭 I'm laying down and she smacks my a** and she was laughing and said she was disappointed that it didn't jiggle and I really do like this girl I dident care and we have each other birthday as our pass code we have each other name on snap my obsession with hearts and all we had matching bitmojis and next time she said she might cuddle with me which I never done and sounds fun and tomorrow she will come back and sauterdsy Sunday to watch all the Annabella in order movies and we might cuddle while watching it and when she had to leave because we live 5 min away and my mom said she can't sleep over because she know what we finna do and she is my ex but we act like we dating but before we get in car I give her my hoodie and say u want it she smelled the hood and grabbed it and when we got in the car we drove and when we got to her house I hugged her and she went home and next day wensday she wears hoodie to school and we talk at recess we have no classes together 😑 and when we go home she said my hoodie smells really nice and she doesn't know why and I say she looks good in it and idk if she likes me or not

So me and my bsf dan (fake name) has been best friends for a year or little under a year. In that year we have become really close and we’ve always ended up just us 2. At this time he also had a bsf and I was making friends with another girl so we was basically each other’s second. It wasn’t a problem since we still talked everyday. When I first introduced him to my girl bsf they argued non stop and it wasn’t good bc I was stuck in the middle. The arguments were mostly about nothing.
Now, me and this girl bsf aren’t as close anymore and her and dan are bsf. Me and dan are also proper bestfriends now we’re even #1 on Snapchat for like a 4 months now. Anyway. He started paying less and less attention to me because of his other mates. I’m not saying I need ALL his attention, Ik he has other mates. But the thing is he talkes to everyone but me and when I start conversations with him he just walks away and talks to his other girl mates. When he sends Tiktoks to me saying I’m his girl bsf I find out he sends that to all his girl mates so I’m thinking what is he playing at?
I talk to him about my feelings and nothing really happens. But we got into a massive argument about it. I don’t want to be a controlling bsf and I’m not saying I need all his attention. He just seems to make time for all his other mates but not his “main bsf.”
I do understand I’m acting like a massive asshole here but I really just need to clear up if he yk still wants me as friends. Also the other week I find out he matched Snapchat bitmojis with my former girl bsf and we’re all on a gc together but they didn’t ask me. I asked him abt it and I do admit I shouldn’t of acted the way I did. But he said “if we’re just gonna argue maybe we shouldn’t be friends” and it absolutely broke my heart. We managed to sort it out a couple hours later.
So Reddit, aita?