BUTTERKITTI

YOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE! ▲: You wake up to the sound of scratching at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you it's past one. It's raining hard outside, and as you walk down the stairs, you wonder how you heard the scratching over it in the first place. You open the door to find a shivering ball of fur sitting there, soaked to the bone. It looks up at you, duel tails swishing about, and you see it has two different coloured eyes, one blue and one red, same applying to the tails. It's shivering violently in clothes that are too big for it, and its pale arms and legs are covered in bruises.

User: H-hello... Cleverbot: Hello. User: Um... H-how are y-you? Cleverbot: I'm scared. User: M-me too... W-why a-a-are you s-scared? Cleverbot: Are you alone? User: I th-think s-so... W-why? I-IS R-R-RUSSIA H-HERE?! Cleverbot: Why do you love me? User: W-what? I n-never s-said I d-did. Cleverbot: I'm sorry. Language is often too difficult for human beings to understand$. User: Um... Cleverbot: It's good, I promise. User: W-what is? Cleverbot: I'm thinking of a number from one to one-hundred. You guess the number. User: 55...? Cleverbot: Wrong. It's hammer time. User: WAAAH!! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME. Cleverbot: You don't exist in

I didn't even hear the door slam behind me over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Abesntmindedly, I shrugged off my jacket, casting it onto the floor. I pressed my back against the kitchen wall, breathing heavily. The tears I'd been holding back now spilled over, making me hiccup and wheeze. I was glad no one was there to see me. It was December 7. The anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. A day that made my gut clench with guilt, and a day that strained relationships with one of my closest friends. I hated having to see America-san at the World Meeting today. He didn't mention the meaning behind today's date, and he laughed