Okay, I’ve seen the authoress’ original plans. If you think I’m a Mary Sue, you should’ve seen her. Zero personality, weird half-Egyptian half-Japanese name, and she had Pointy Stuff, named after the Animamate that isn’t in the anime!! Yeah, her family had the unholy taint of darkness and wickedness in its veins, but they were so underdeveloped it wasn’t funny. At least my father--I think he’s my father, I’m not sure anymore--was really pissy & appreciated quiet. I don’t like the Pointy Stuff. I don’t even know what it’s called, it’s just pointy & dangerous. If Cye ever tripped in it, he’d kill himself. Now that other stuff, the tight, form-fitting, cool, smooth, jewel-like--......... uh, heheheh, sorry. Got a little carried away. Granted, I’m a little hard to pin down, I admit it. I’m not human, desperate to be liked, confused & repentant over stuff I can’t even remember, and my sole reason for enduring all the shit thrown at me is CYE, especially Cye in the Nice Stuff, or, failing that, Cye handcuffed, Cye tied down, Cye covered in chocolate whipped cream, or Cye naked. Any will do.
And at least I have somewhat of a grasp on the guys’ personalities. Kento’s a jerk, but he doesn’t exist solely to eat; as much as he pisses me off, he does look out for his friends and is quick--too quick--to defend them. Sage is... socially stunted, I guess. He’s shy, from what I’ve seen, and very introspective & serious; I can’t imagine him slobbering over himself in the mirror or bothering some girl like a horny dog. I’m not sure about Ryo or Rowen; they probably hate me. They all hate me. Does anyone actually LIKE me?
I’ve tried to be an individual, to be real human being; it’s harder than it looks. I didn’t mean to bore anyone, and I’m certain the authoress didn’t, either (now ask her about ‘confuse’ or ‘depress’ & see what she says). If anyone ever thought I was tedious, I would like to apologize. Trust me, you’re seeing some of the best work she feels she’s done, and frankly, that’s pathetic. She’s done other stuff, but it’s even sicker & more sadistic than this. (And for you condescending dickhe--...... uh, purists out there, the only new characters are vague villains; that doesn’t anger the bugs up your asses, does it?)
Everyone has a story or forty to tell, and the authoress wanted to tell mine. I feel a little disturbed, frankly; she’s not healthy. Sorry if I bored anyone, but remember, my story’s just like the movies--if you don’t like it, you can always just walk away from it & leave it behind you. Don’t insult me; the authoress poured just as much effort into my story as anyone else would as theirs (besides, she’s not stable... do you understand that by now?), and she doesn’t deserve to be looked on as some hopeless moron by someone who thinks too highly of their work & fails to recognize their own actions as near-identical (you don’t know who you are but others do, trust me). Thank you & good-night. I’m going back to being dead and dreaming sweet dreams of Cye slathered in peach jam.