Bump, I'm bored and want to read some horror stories. Bonus points if the stories are believable.

Sailorcunt and the Bathroom Horrors! Dun dun dun!

I'm curious, how many of these anons who post these horror stories still lurk around /cgl/ especially in a weeaboo horror thread? I have a genuine question about one of the stories posted back in the autosaging thread but I'm thinking the likelihood that the same anon seeing my question and responding to it is nearly zero ...

get the fuck back to page 0

I've got a story about a girl I used to know back in high school.


During my senior year of high school, I had to take an art class to graduate. Being fairly okay at art, I was alright taking the class. As was my habit, I sat toward the back of the class. The rest of my classmates trickle in, and two girls sit on either side of me. Both wore black, but one girl seems a bit strange. One day, during the first few months of school, she started making yipping sounds in class. One minute the entire room would be silent as we worked on our drawings, and then there'd be this loud "YIP" right by my ear. It made me jump every damned time, no matter how many times she did it.

(tbc)

>>5789233

One day before class, W walks in and immediately starts up talking about Naruto. Being not much of a fan of the series, I try to talk about a different anime show and she immediately latches onto the thread of conversation. After that, she keeps trying to talk to me more, even going as far as to proudly show me her art and saying that because I'm her friend, she'll draw for me for free, and she might be convinced to do an art trade if I promise her two drawings for one of hers. Her art was seriously bad, and while I'm not fucking amazing, I was still a shit ton better than her.

My friend T became really good friends with W since they lived close to each other. One day, W invited me and T to go to her birthday party, and since I almost never see friends outside of school, my mom agreed to let me go. I get there, and it's like stepping into a rundown shack. It's a house in a nice neighborhood, but the fenced in yard is filled with weeds and dead grass, with nothing but dirt in some places. I think, okay, this is just her yard, nothing to worry about. I get inside the house, and it's just as rundown as outside. W greets us, asks T and I to plop down on the fur-covered and dilapidated couch where she was watching South Park.

>>5789245
After a few minutes, W invites T and I to go back to her room for a bit while we wait for other party guests to arrive. Her walls are covered with anime posters, the floor covered with fur-covered clothes (mostly anime tshirts), and there's string that's been strung from one side of the room to the other in random directions, at neck level. T and I have to duck under these strings to get to where W is sitting on her bed, unpausing a Naruto videogame. I look around, noticing all the animal skulls she has as decoration.

W winds up pausing the game again, gets up, and takes out a rat from a giant fish tank and puts it on her shoulder. She comes up to me and introduces the rat to me. I smile and nod, because the rat is honestly rather cute. She then puts the rat back, wandering out of the room. T and I follow, of course.

>>5789251
We come outside and are led to a different room, where she starts pulling out various kinds of swords, showing them to us. Being rather fond of medieval weaponry, I can say that I actually liked her collection. But then she picks up a pack of throwing knives, leads us outside where a target is set up, and begins to throw knives at the target while several little children (her cousins) run around outside and watch her. Not much else of note happened.

Flash forward toward middle of school year. W comes into art class and starts chatting and yipping to me and Mandy, and eventually pulls up her shirt to show us the harness she was wearing beneath her clothes. Unfortunately, the art teacher saw, and sent her to the principal's office. I don't know what else happened, but it culminated in her dropping out of school.

>>5789252
Flash forward to two years after school. I get a phone call at 10pm from T, who is crying and asking me to come pick her up. I ask her where she is, what happened, and go to get my mom (I still lived at home and didn't know how to drive). We go pick up T on the bad side of town, and in near tears she tells us how she and W had gone out for a cosplay photoshoot earlier in the day, riding the bus to that side of town. W and T have a fight, and W runs off, leaving T by herself with no money on the bad side of town.

My mom and I lecture T about this, and she eventually reveals how W's mom had asked T to be W's pseudo-mom because W's mom couldn't act like a real mom. My mom and I both lecture her even more about how stupid it is for T to have to be W's mom when she's barely even twenty. T swears to never be friends with W ever again.

Years later, it turns out W became the self-described wolf woman of San Antonio who was photographed holding a severed dog's head.

And now I'm done.

>>5789251
If that rat dies, I swear to GOD I will hunt this bitch down.

>>5789257

>>5789257
HO LEE SHIT

>>5789257

holy shit anon

>>5789257
holy shit no way.

>be 2008
>18th birthday is a week before a con, and I come out to my parents then, but they pull the "no you can't be gay because you're *my* child" crap, so cut off all my hair to piss them off
>Go to con, but don't cosplay, just wearing goth clothes and spiked my hair in the back, with the front just laying flat to frame my face
>sit down near the end of the con hall after a few hours of walking around to rest for a minute
>suddenly hear "SASUKE!!!"
>POW get pummeled by a hambeast in an orange jacket
>go with the impact and do a backwards somersault and she rolls her rolls off of me
>only to scramble back up and try to give me a lap dance, cooing about "sasuke-kun is just being soooo tsundere" and "I can fix you Sasuke-kun"
>When I try to push her away, she just turns around and hugs me around the neck
>"Don't worry dattebayo! I will show you how much you love me, Sasuke-kun!"
>She then tries to kiss me, but in the struggle to keep my mouth away from hers, she just ends up slobbering all over my face
>grab her by the arm and wipe her saliva off of me with her own sleeve.
>She calls ME gross and storms off
>mfw

>>5789257

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2438371/posts

???

>>5789278
Yipping Girl anon here. Yup, that's the story, and that's her. My mom wound up sending me the article when she found out.

>>5789278
Oh my god, it is fucking scary to think a weeb would do this.

>>5789278
>>5787284
oh god just saw the picture of the dog head. really fucked up blood dripping on her hand *ugh*

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

>>5789278

...I really want to click, but I CANNOT handle animal gore...

Can I just see the actual article without picture, or?

>>5789389

Yeah, it doesn't show it in the article. I had to search another article to see the actual dog head picture because I think the anon posted it and got banned.

>>5789389

There's none in the link. It all looks just like this, pic related.

>>5789257
Just Google'd that shit, and I saw too much from the images. Ugh, UGH.

About a year ago I spent an hour arguing with her furry weeb followers on youtube videos about how she isn't 'just a taxidermist' and about how many things are wrong with her, and what she did

Glorious bump for more stories!

Weeb horros on page 8? Hell no.

I'm a school teacher and I ran the "Japanese Culture" Club at my old school. It was a "culture" club rather than an anime club because the school wanted extra-curricular activities to be "enriching" - watching anime isn't, but mixing watching anime up with Japanese language games (i.e. stuff like card games where I shout out "Ichigo" and people scramble to find the card with a pic of strawberries on it) and stuff like watching the top 5 jpop song in the Japanese charts is.

This story regards a girl who attended called Jenny (not her real name). She was a typical weeb fangirl, except she had a serious obsession with yaoi/yuri/tentacles... pretty much hentai in general.

There are a few rules regarding what anime the club can watch: Nothing above 12A rating and Nothing illegally obtained (so no fan subs or torrented eps.) - these are made by the school, and my own rule of No Naruto/Bleach/One Piece - people can watch that at home, I'd like to try and expose the kids to different stuff.

My rule usually wound some kids up, particularly the younger ones who were basically only interested in Naruto, but Jenny was constantly trying to get around the first two rules and get hentai shown. She used to try and argue that it her pornos were about Japanese sexuality and how the West was much more inhibited and how they explored relationships and how as a “culture” club we should be interested in such things and anyway, they were DEEP. Basically she was talking bollocks and I told her so. There was no way in hell I was going to risk my job by showing hentai to school kids. She'd try arguing with me about this at least once a month.

>>5791342
She'd try other things like hiding DVD-RWs inside the DVD case of other series.

One day I was unable to supervise the club. I was with a class on a field trip, but I'd arranged for a colleague who owed me a favour to supervise instead.

I'd explained stuff to him like the rules - nothing higher than 12A, no torrented files and how to connect the DVD player with the projector in my classroom etc. Unfortunaly I'd forgotten to warn him about Jenny.

Jenny convinced him to put on a "classic" Japanese anime film.

Urotsukidōji: Legend of the Overfiend.

Shit did not go down well. Apparently it didn't take long for one of the other kids to let my colleague know what was playing. He quickly turned off the DVD player and kicked Jenny out.

As he was apologising to the rest of the club, a chair flew through the window into the classroom from the corridor. Jenny had flipped. She was shouting and screaming. When my colleague tried to calm her down she pulled a knife.

Eventually she dropped the knife, was restrained and the cops were called. Within the week she was expelled.

At the start of the next school year, Jenny turned up half way through the first club session. Apparently she believed even though she was expelled and no longer a student there she could still come along to the club. This concluded in me, several other staff members and Jenny’s mother having a nice argument about why not being a student at a school means not being allowed to take part in extracurricular activities at that school. Fortunately they left when the head threatened to called the police.

>>5791344
Oh hell!

>>5791344
I would have called the police the moment I saw her face, and hope they arrived while the argument was going on.

>>5791440
To be fair, I should have done that but there's no phones in classrooms and my mobile was turned off. She just turned up, I turfed her out and instantly started getting harangued by her mother in the car park (wah wah wah you should let my daughter see her friends (not that any of the other kids wanted anything to do with her))

bump!!

>>5789257
Oh hell no, are you serious?! That stupid wolf girl?

>>5789278
That made me cry...really hard...

>>5793868
Fuck wrong thread but I wanted to bump this one anyway soooo

/cgl/, I have an interesting tale for you. I tell it to you from the point of view of someone who was, at the time, unfortunately lovestruck by the weeaboo in question. It should also be of note that everyone involved was a huge weeaboo during most of this time period, including myself, which I'm pretty sure is the only reason why I had feelings for this guy.

I was bullied pretty terribly in middle school for liking anime, my entire school was full of normals. I especially got teased by some boys after I sent one of them a doki-doki-desu style love letter when I'd had a crush on him. I'd even doodled us as chibis and wrote our names in katana surrounded by a heart, it was just terrible. Anyway, my mom let me transfer to a different high school than where the rest of my class was going because of the bullying problem, and I quickly made friends with other anime fans/weebs from the start of my freshman year.

One of these new friends was a guy one year ahead of me who I'll call Milo. Milo was Phillipino, but swore on his grave that he was 100% Japanese. I believed him at first, because I was retarded at 14. He also proudly admitted to being a pervert, would blatantly stare at girls' boobs with this sleazy grin on his face whenever they tried to talk to him, and randomly poked girls (with his fingers) wherever and whenever he felt like it. Now, to say I was naive back then would be an understatment, because for some reason, this completely charmed me. I had a thing for the pervert characters in anime back then, because I was just starting to wake up to my own sexuality, and people who were open about theirs just seemed really attractive to me, I guess. I was also really sheltered and had never been exposed to people who act like that in real life, so obviously I didn't know what kind of person those people usually are.

>>5794354

So the group was me, Milo, a magical girl enthusiast I'll call Allison, a /tg/ guy I'll call Evan, a tiny Chinese lolita I'll call Carrie, and a couple of hambeast yaoitards who we never really talked to and only hung out with us because we were the only other anime enthusiasts in the school (there might have been other fans there, but we were... well, the ones who would have made them want to hide their power level, to be honest). Because our group was mostly girls, Milo would act like he lived in his own personal harem anime. He would "accidentally" trip and fall, so he could grab one of us by the chest to balance himself. He would always try to casually lie down in the middle of hallways so he could peek under girls' skirts, and would always try to get us to show him our panties somehow. And, of course, the poking. I used to play along with it like we were LARPing, so it didn't much bother me, but I'm pretty sure it's why the yaoitards stopped hanging around us after freshman year.

Anyway, we mostly spent my Freshman year enabling his shitty behavoir, playing along with it, laughing at it, and generally being accepting of it. Looking back, we probably shouldn't have enabled him like that, because I'm pretty sure if we'd done more to straighten him out then, there might have been hope.

Sophomore year was when I really started to fall for him. I hadn't seen him at all over the summer (I rarely spend summers in town), and well, you know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? Well, that seemed to be the case. He'd gained some weight over the summer, but it looked like muscle to me, so I practically swooned when I saw him again. What was more, he came back bragging about going to Otakon over the summer, and basically made it sound like the Eternal Otaku Paradise of Mangos and Animus. He'd also show off all of his merch, literally dangling it in front of our faces and laughing and constantly talking about how much he LOOOOOOOOVED all of his new toys! The one he would keep going on about was Cloud's Buster Sword, which he said he couldn't bring to school because it was "so awesome" and he basically made it sound like it was a real, custom-made repilca. We got really tired of hearing about it after a while though, especially since he was so adamant about the rest of us never getting to see it because he claimed it was illegal and that he didn't trust any of us with it. He'd also made sure not to bring any souvineirs for anyone other than Carrie, because he called her his "little sister", and made a big show about giving her her gifts in front of everyone else.

Things continued in pretty much the same way as they did the year before, only this time I'd try to get as much alone time as possible with him. I'd wait with him for his ride after school, follow him to class after lunch so we could talk more, volunteered to go with him everywhere he went... well, I'm pretty sure he got the hint that I liked him after all of that, because he started trying to distance himself from me after a while.

sorry, I'm typing this up in notepad and I keep having issues with character limits.

He decided to do this by going gay for Evan. Now, Milo is not actually gay. Not by a long shot. He had never before shown any sort of indication that he liked men, and with how he had acted up to this point, it was a general consensus that he was just doing this so that other girls around school wouldn't be scared off by him anymore. That may have been part of the reason, but Evan told me later that it was largely because he didn't return my feelings and didn't know how to tell me. Evan, by the way, was not cool with all the sudden "affection" Milo was showing him (Milo basically started treating Evan like he treated the girls), and tried to tell him off for it several times, but Milo would just keep at it. He never really stopped, but I guess the thrill of being a yaoiboy must have worn off for him eventually because he was back to focusing his attention on us girls after about a month, especially Carrie.

Now, I'm not trying to stereotype here, but from my knowledge of asian cultures, I know most generally prefer to marry within their own race. Because Carrie and Milo were the only asians in our group, I am pretty sure Milo saw this as a green light to try and court Carrie. He started buying her lots of presents for no reason, which is something he'd always kind of done for her, but it was always because of the little sister thing. This time it was obviously non-platonic because the gifts would always things like those cheap love charms, or "expensive" lolita accessories (which we later found out were actually just cheap Chinese replicas). He would even make her lunch sometimes. It would have been adorable had I not been so smitten myself, but at the time all it did was make me cry myself to sleep every night. Carrie and I stayed pretty good friends through all of this though, and since she knew I liked him too, she promised me that she wouldn't ever actually go out with him.

Sophomore year went on like that for a while, and when summer came and I started leaving town a lot again, Milo would call me to chat every now and then. At first I got super excited every time he'd call me, but after a while it just turned into him bragging like a douche about going to Otakon again. I would say it was hilarious when he didn't actually make it for whatever reason (he never told me why), all he would do is bitch about how he didn't get to go. This went on all summer, and by now I was starting to grow up a bit, so I got sick of this shit quickly and eventually just stopped answering the phone when he'd call. I thought that by the time school started again I'd be cured of my crush and all would be well.

Well, school started again and I was right. I no longer had feelings for Milo. Evan and I would roll our eyes at him whenever he'd bitch about missing Otakon (which was every godamned time he opened his mouth for the first week), and we'd laugh at him behind his back. Allison would join us whenever he wasn't around, but would be nice to his face. Carrie never joined us though. In fact, she blew up at us at one point for always talking about him behind his back, insisting that he was really a nice guy, and we did back off after that because even if we didn't like him, she was a sweetheart and we didn't want to upset her.

Anyway, now that Milo was a Senior, he decided he would "take more charge of his life" and started going anywhere other than his home after school. This turned into him inviting our entire group over to my house every Friday afternoon, which was fine at first. I think my mom got tired of having everyone over all the time faster than I did, but it wasn't long before it was starting to wear me out playing host all the time at Milo's whim too. I didn't want to tell my friends they couldn't come over though, so I let it continue for a while, especially when we started using it to plan a trip to a smaller, but more local con in the Spring. We made plans do a Final Fantasy VII group for it, of course with Milo calling Cloud. He wanted to use the sword he'd bought at Otakon, even though it was supposed to be illegal. But he said he knew some of the staff (how, I don't know), and promised us it would be all right.

Then Valentine's day came around. Milo, trying to be romantic, decided to ask Carrie out that day, and she said yes. She obviously thought that I was over him, and I did too, but... That next friday, everyone came over like usual, and I realized that my crush for Milo had returned the moment he and Carrie started making out on my couch. I did make everyone leave early that day, and made an excuse that my mom wouldn't let me have more than two people over at a time anymore. It worked, Milo and Carrie would just hang out at local food places after school, and I tried to ignore them the best I could during school, and tried not to let anyone see that I still had feelings for him. Evan and Allison would still come over though, and we'd work on our cosplays for the con together. I even volunteered to cover the sleeping situation since my aunt lived in the area, and she said she would let me stay there for the weekend with a couple of friends.

So all was well for about a month, Milo and Carrie mostly stuck together, Evan, Allison, and I did our own things, and everything was going pretty well... until Milo and Carrie broke up a few weeks before the con. Milo said it was because Carrie's parents didn't approve of their TRUE LOVE, Carrie said it was because the more time she spent alone with him, the more he creeped her out... And boy was I about to find out why for myself.

It started with Milo asking if he could stay with us for the con. He had originally made plans with Carrie, but now she wanted nothing to do with him or anime in general, and he'd been abandoned. Against my better judgement, I told him it was fine if he stayed with us, and I figured my aunt wouldn't care about one more person.

Well, to start off with, he was annoying as hell during the whole time leading up to the con. He'd attached himself back to us, and had gone back to the sexual harrassment, but we would just swat him away now when he got too weird. I noticed he was starting to have a little sister complex, and he told me how excited he was to try to find a "new little sister" at the con... I assumed to replace Carrie. By this time, he had already turned 18, so going for anyone younger than him would have been techinically illegal.

When con time came, we all went to Allison's house after school on Friday, and we were going to carpool with her to my aunt's. To start, he made us make a pit stop at his house for a good two hours because he hadn't packed yet for the convention. no one saw the fabled Buster Sword, so we thought that maybe he wasn't going to cosplay after all...

The drive to my aunt's was a nightmare because Milo first called to ride shotgun, then spent the entire drive trying to show Allison random shit on his laptop while she was driving. We almost got into a couple of crashes, but he didn't even seem to notice that he was being a distraction. Everything was okay when we got to the house though, and we just settled into the two rooms upstairs (Allison and I in one room, Milo and Evan in the other), and my aunt made us dinner and Milo was actually very polite in her presence, so the day ended with some hope...

>>5794632
still listening

captcha : institute isripe

Saturday was the day we were going to cosplay Final Fantasy. We all woke up early and changed into our costumes, I was Yuffie, Allison was Tifa, Evan was Cid and, unexpectedly, Milo cosplayed Cloud. He made us late trying to spike his hair and it failed hilariously, though all of us were really curious about that sword... Evan was the one who asked if he had it and Milo said "Of course!" and pulled it out... of his shirt. All of this time, it was a fucking charm that he'd strung onto a cord and was wearing it like a necklace. All of that fucking gloating and build up for a fucking necklace.

Anyway, we ditched him by splitting up at the con, setting a meeting time and place, and each of us went off to do our own things. We actually really shouldn't have.

We were set to meet again at 7 before heading back to my aunt's, but Milo called me at 5:30, telling me that he had to leave now. I asked if he was at the meeting place, and he told me he was outside. Confused, I went to meet him and found him looking really pissed off. He told me he'd been kicked out and when I asked him why, he said that he didn't want to talk about it. He also told me not to tell Allison or Evan, so instead I just called my aunt to ask her which bus went back to her house and he took that back.

Well, I said bullshit to not telling the other two, so i texted them immediately and we all headed back about an hour early. Still, however, Milo refused to talk about it, and actually stayed silent all through dinner, and went to bed right after.

I have to interject the story here to tell you guys that I have mild IBS. If I eat the wrong kind of food, I will have the shits for a few hours, but it's nothing I can't manage. Well, I guess my aunt didn't know what would set me off, and I ended up feeling it pretty badly that night after dinner (though it might have been the shitty con food from earlier in the day too), so I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs, since there was no upstairs bathroom.

I woke up in the middle of the night to Milo shaking me. I'd had a hard time falling asleep, so I snapped at him when I woke up but he just turned on a light and I could see that he was crying. I sat up, offered him the seat next to me, and he sat down and poured his heart out to me about what had happened earlier at the con.

He had spent most of his time finding underage girls to hit on. Middle schoolers, specifically, because he said anyone older than 13 would have been afraid of him. "NO SHIT" I tell him, and he just shakes his head saying I didn't understand how badly he needed a little sister, and someone to "need" him as much as he "needed" her. He went on to explain how he finally had met a girl who accepted him, and they were getting along really well, but then she had freaked out when he tried grabbing her chest. He said he was "trying to see what her bra size would be" since she was apparantly too young to even start wearing one yet! And because of that he got reported to con security by what he called a "nosy bystander" and was kicked out immediately. Now, by this point I was pretty disgusted with this dude, and I told him he should probably just go home, but that's when he turned to me and grabbed my hands and said "But Anon, you've never been afraid of me! I'm sorry I didn't see it before, but if I can tell you this, I can tell you anything" and basically confessed love to me.

That just made my blood run cold. The confession was pretty much him telling me how utterly desperate he was, and if the molestation of a kid hadn't grossed me out enough earlier, I would have been even more grossed out by the fact that he was trying to confess by telling me I was his last resort. I told him to go the fuck back to sleep, which he did because he was starting to get worn out from telling me all of this I guess, and in the morning I asked my aunt to take him home. She did, and Allison, Evan and I went to the con, where I told them everything. They were just as grossed out as I had been, and Allison congratulated me for managing to not murder him on the spot. We spent the rest of the con mostly just trying to forget about him though so we could have a good time.

When we got back to school, the three of us avoided Milo totally, and he actually dropped out right before his graduation. From what I am aware of, he is still living with his parents, works at a fast food restaurant, and still has a little sister complex, since most of his facebook friends are underage girls.

And that's the end of the story.

While I appreciate the stories, what is it with the wall of text anti climaxes recently?

>>5794733
because that's real life

>>5794733
I think we're just used to the incredibly exagerated tales where everything gets resolved.
This, while unfufilling, is a realistic ending.

>>5794733
I guess if a story doesn't end in blood, tears and police involvement some people just don't care.

Regardless of anti climaxes, that was a really good story Anon.
I would definitely read it again.

>>5789257
fuck she's from my city?

I screen capped "Milo the the Pervert".
Enjoy.

>>5794759

Haha, thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

>>5794737
>>5794750

And yeah... what these people said. I know my story is anticlimactic compared to the usual stuff, but the usual stuff is pretty fucking crazy.

>>5794795
Ah, cool thanks!

>>5794795
>Milo the the pervert
>the the pervert

you fucked up

bumpan

Awww, poor anon liked the creeper because she had yellow fever. I was on your side throughout, though, Fatty-chan. Can I call you Fatty-chan? Fatty-chan.

>DTAC 2011
>didn't know any trips at the time
>link cosplayer approaching
>it's Enver
>I LOVE YOUR COSPLAY
>he walks right by

it was the worst experience of my life, it'll haunt me forever.

>>5795732

Haha, I'm not a fatty, but sure, go ahead. And you bet I have yellow fever, my fiancé is a halfu

Also, bump.

>>5795767
Yet another Scumbag Enver story.

>>5789398

God I really can't stand those type of people who think they are some animal, wizard, anime character, etc. Fucking scum and waste of space. I honestly dont hit girls but that would be the first time I felt like if I saw this bitch I'd knock her out and possibly kill her. Also my god people who have some sick sexual affection towards animals aka beastiality, is just as fucked up. We live in such a fucked up world. Society needs to do something and eliminate all the rotten filth. This world is rotten and something needs to be done about it.

>>5797117
Do a google search. Check out the number of states that allow bestiality. It's not pretty.

>>5797127
That's just disturbing

Wow, these stories... just, man.

Bump, give me something entertainment on a boring Saturday night.

>goes to Free Comic Book day
>horrified by the few shitty cosplayers lingering around
>fat guy with neck beard and grungy ponytail in a Phoenix bodysuit
>his underwear are causing this really awkward line in the suit
>stand there staring
>he starts hugging little boys in Halloween Avengers costumes
>nope
>leaves to go home for a brain bleaching

What's the new weeb horror deviantart?

Oh, and does anyone have that story of the girl who stalked the two gay guys and made a fake facebook and pretended the guy was her boyfriend?

Alright. I've been meaning to tell this one to you all for a while, so I'll stop putting it off now.

I was in the eighth grade, and I was the new girl in school.
Now, at this time, my interest in anime and such wasn't very high. I casually watched Naruto and InuYasha on TV and played Kindom Hearts and Final Fantasy, but that was about it.
I never talked about these things with anyone, either, and they weren't high priorities of mine.

Until I made two new friends. Let's call them Mary and Nick.
Mary and Nick were two textbook examples of what you'd call Narutards. They wore Naruto headbands to school (until they were banned for unknown reasons), read their Naruto manga in every class, and energetically LARP'd Naruto during lunchtime.
When they found out I watched Naruto, oh boy, were they excited.
I was a very shy and awkward person at the time, so OF COURSE, they were always comparing me to Hinata. And Nick himself seemed to think he was Naruto.

Naturally, they tried roleplaying with me as Hinata, Nick as Naruto, and Mary as, I dunno, Temari or something, I can't remember.

At first I was too shy to object so I went along with it.
After a while, shit got weird...

>>5803069
Keep going.

>>5803069
dis gon be good

So we would roleplay things like fights or whatever, and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing because I honestly hadn't seen that much Naruto.
At first, that kind of thing was restricted only to lunch time.
Then, Nick and Mary started calling me "Hinata-chan" instead of my actual name, no matter what we were doing.
I was really embarrassed, but again, too shy to say no.

Not too long after that started, Mary invited me over to her house to stay the night one weekend.
This actually made me really happy because I was always alone and bored on the weekends, so I said yes right away.

So that Friday after school, we were in her room, watching Naruto, of course, while she doodled random chibi thingies of the characters.

Most of the evening went just fine, and I was having fun playing games and watching shit with Mary. I expected that eventually we'd go to bed and end the night on a very normal note. Oh, how wrong I was.

>>5803069

>>5803106
and then everyone fucked

F5
F5
F5

Now let me take a moment, please, to tell you about Mary.
Mary was stick thin, flat chested, wore glasses, had a face full of acne and had crazy frizzy blonde hair that was always a mess.
She was a hyper, enthusiastic loudmouth.

At about seven thirty or so that night, she announced there was something she wanted to show me.

She went to her closet and rummaged around for a bit until she had found two things that she proudly brandished in my face:
A trashy, tangled purple wig and a Naruto headband.

I was a bit surprised. Back then, I knew very little about cosplay and such.
I asked, "What's this?" to which Mary replied,
"You'd make the perfect Hinata-chan, don't you think, Hinata-chan?!"

That's when I realized what that was even supposed to be, because it was honestly hard to tell. The headband and wig were all she had, and the wig was the wrong shade of purple and not even the right length for older Hinata's hair.

I must say I was a bit curious.
"You want me to...wear this?"
She practically screamed "YES" in my face.
So even though the idea made me nervous, I went to the bathroom and put the wig and headband on.

Then I slowly made my way back to Mary's room to see her reaction...

FUCK NO, HOW COULD YOU BE SOME DUMMBBBBB

>>5803167
SO DUMB*
god fuck everything

Needless to say, Mary was overjoyed.
The moment I entered her room, she squealed in delight and threw her skinny arms around me, squeezing me tightly.
"I knew it! You're perfect!"

My face was red, but I guess I felt a little bit flattered. I thanked her, giggling nervously.
She asked me if I could keep wearing the "cosplay" for a little while, and I said sure.
She also took a picture and sent it to Nick, who promptly replied, saying he was sorry he couldn't be there.

Things went back to how they had been.
We played some more games for about forty more minutes.
At this point, I felt kind of tired.
We stopped playing and sat on her bed, bored.
After a couple of minutes, I asked if it was okay to remove the wig because it was getting really itchy.
Mary immediately threw me this exaggerated pouty look, whining about how she'd been wanting to see me as Hinata-chan for like FOREVERRR and it would make her really really happy if I could just leave it on a bit longer.
I didn't want to make her upset, so I sighed and said I'd leave it on.

She grinned, hugging me again.
She said "Hinata-chan, you're the best" and I thanked her, starting to feel nervous again.
This hug was lasting longer than just a few seconds. I awkwardly patted Mary's head until she finally let go and grinned in my face.

This is when it got really bad.

Freaking cliff hangers, uhhhg.

>>5789257
Mother of fuck. You knew Wolfie Blackheart.

>>5803189
Continue...?

As we were still sitting on her bed, it was not hard for Mary to push me onto my back.
Before I knew it her lips were on mine and I could hardly breathe.

After what felt like forever, she stopped, looking into my eyes.
At this point, all I could do was ask her what the hell she was doing in a squeaky tiny voice.
I was shaking badly. That was my first kiss, stolen in the most surprising way I could think of.
I felt like I was going to pass out as she answered me.

"What do you mean, Hinata-chan? I love you! I always have since we first met!"
..."Really?"
She gave me that pouty face again and said "Of course! Isn't it obvious?"
I told her that I was flattered but I really wasn't sure I felt the same way.
I'd never even considered the idea of liking another girl like that before.

At that moment, she had had me pinned down by my arms. Gently, mind you. That is, until I rejected her.
At that point, her grip tightened and I started shaking more.
"Are you sure, Hinata-chan?"
I nodded, but she wouldn't have it.
Her expression turned to anger as she forced her lips on mine again, kissing more aggressively and letting go of one of my arms to grope at my breast.
I squirmed and groaned, trying to get her off of me, but I was too weak to stop her.
She did stop on her own though and gasped out, "I'm going to make you mine, Hinata-chan, no matter what it takes."

I was now thoroughly freaked out.
My friendly, silly best friend had just sexually assaulted me with no warning.

>>5803244
why boner

>>5803244
F5 OF A MILLION SUNS.

How to avoid some confrontations:

If you go to a con, learn what the lingo means.

Could've prevented a rather embarrassing situation had I know what Guro was.

>>5803279
are you the drunk guy who ran away from the hot girl because she pulled out knives and you thought you were gonna die