Lore.
He stalks her all day and night. He pretends to be offline when he does, he doesn't post, doesn't comment, doesn't check the flags, he knows Jeffrey's made a new account and posted an iconic selfie in MSmg, but he's simply not there to do anything. He stalks Imly.
He has black paper taped to the windows so the sunlight doesn't intrude and remind him of the world outside, the grey curtains cover the covered windows. It's always dark in Olympian's room, all that changes is when he toggles Imgflip's Dark mode and Light mode to pretend he's living through a day-night cycle. The only time his face sees light, is during the Light mode "daytime" hours, he looks like Wojak.
He lays with his back against the headboard and his legs sprawled out in the blanket, his laptop in his lap. The sheets smell of cum, and there are white stains on them that he never noticed.
He has Imly's profile open on one tab, Doja Cat's Cyber Sex playing on one, and "mlp twilight sparkle r34" results on one.
Weeks pass.
Bitch-deprivation, sunlight-deficiency, grassphobia, and Father Repellant Syndrome take a toll on him. He feels alone, powerless, pp-less, purposeless, he rages. He makes the move. He deletes one of Imly's comments that said "lol kys" and types "Harassment" in the note.
He has her attention.
He pushes the computer down on his lap and groans, he got a boner seeing a rant Imly made mentioning him. It's a voice recording. He puts his Beats headphones on and puts the laptop on his side while reaching under the blanket to masturbate.
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