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“My name is Ray Dark.”
“Sing for me, and I’ll get you out of here.”
For the first time in his life, he became known as his given name. Not ‘the boy’, ‘the piece of shit’, or ‘worthless trash’. He reclaimed his name and became Michael Kaiser.
That is to say, he didn’t actually immediately agrees to whatever this is like an overeager idiot. He’s not exactly a business savvy, but even *he* knew better than to instantly seal a deal on any contract given to you.
(Memories flash in his mind, job offers from rich old men of singing silly overrated songs to entertain and be a glorified babysitter for the rich kids on their ridiculously luxurious birthdays parties, seemingly like an easy quick profits that he should’ve known to be way too good to be true, yet he keeps on accepting them even after the fact anyway out of sheer desperation— isn’t it kind of funny how those experiences ended up leading him to Ray Dark to begin with?)
After thinking it through carefully, or at least as much as a teenage boy out of his depth can be in this situation, he decided that it’s worth it after all.
(if it turns out like before, nothing change anyway even if he didn’t accept it)
But there’s a stubborn part in Kaiser’s subhuman heart that still clings to his attachment toward a round-shaped hope that he lovingly called his ‘fellow piece of shit’ like a child refusing to let go of their baby blanket.
Somehow, the fire of what he thought to be a long dead dream pertaining of a certain sport refuses to go out even after all this time.
Then suddenly, like something just clicked in his brain, Kaiser got an idea.
“If I become famous and go on world tours,” Kaiser’s eyes suddenly shines with determination. “I can meet soccer stars all over the world, right?”
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Things are progressing, well *something* definitely do. He didn’t know what to expect from an idol career, but Kaiser definitely never would’ve guessed that it involves scrubbing toilets, sweeping and moping the floors, and God forbids… customer service.
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After he accepted the deal and signed the devil’s contract, Ray Dark made him try to catch up on his educations. Or at least, enough for him to eventually pass the GED in the foreseeable future.
Of course, Kaiser make sure to get himself a psychology book while he’s at it. Because everyone knows that the first thing to do after escaping the slums is to read psychology book, obviously. Who knows if he might need gaslighting skills somewhere in the future, so learning how humans tick might come in handy.
Ray Dark also made him learn what felt like a million different languages, which he begrudgingly complied to because how could he go up and challenge famous soccer athletes all over the world if he can’t speak to them? What if they misunderstand and think he’s a fan or something? That’ll be humiliating! He’s supposed to be their biggest hater after all, their *rival*. Not one of those down-bad pathetic simps that doesn’t understand a lick about football, ugh.
Thankfully, back in his days as a thief, he met a homeless man that taught him how to use a special eyesight power.
It’s a multitasking bird-eye view that can see everything in the entire location, accurately pinpoint everything within it like a radar, and grasping all the information about everything within view in a glance with the proficiency of downright psychometry (which he secretly called metavision in his mind). Like a fucking hybrid between sh*ringan and by*kugan or something.
He thought the old fart is high af, and delusional, so Kaiser hear him out because he pitied him. Also because he tried to find a chance to steal the old man’s one remaining bread, he was craving some bread crust rusk that day.
He never actually did his instructions before, until now that he’s on the verge of turning to the occult after yet another thousand new topics being put in his lesson plan. Like seriously, why does he need to know about how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell???
When all hope seemed lost, he suddenly remembers the instructions to unlock the special eyesight from the clearly a prophet old man, and it actually works. Now he basically got a cheat power to read multiple books and watch multiple tutorial videos at the same time. Even easier now with e-book being a thing.
So yeah, things seems to be going well. Then an unexpected roadblock appears.
Apparently, despite of his majestic appearance, Ray Dark is actually some kind of a loser. basically, he’s a nepo baby that got his job through daddy’s influence who is so used to lavish and luxurious lifestyle that he ended up always splurging all his money all at once for frivolous things Kaiser didn’t understand.
Usually that wasn’t an issue because he could just fall back on daddy’s money, and things have been going smoothly for a while. Stardom isn’t a mere dream anymore.
Except now he’s currently stuck having his allowance cut off because he pissed off his parents and had to wait until he was forgiven to regain them. Putting everything on hold.
As a result, they’re too broke to afford composers and lyricists to make songs for them, nevermind the cost to rent venues for a stage to perform or music studio to make proper music video.
And judging by the one sided shouting match that happened whenever Ray Dark called his parents to hear how they’re doing (read: to beg for money), they’ll probably be stuck like this for a long time.
So they have no choice but to DIY everything.
Kaiser flipped through the notebook that Ray Dark given to him after he taught him how to properly read and write, that he ended up using to write all his frustrations on like a venting medium.
He uses them to make the song lyrics when he realizes that the shits he write are dramatic enough to be one, and then he just manually compose the song using the instruments Ray Dark do have in hand by watching multiple tutorial videos of How-to Compose Music 101.
The real problem is the venues and music studio.
Ray Dark solution for this is apparently making Kaiser work at the establishment they’re going to rent the stage for. At least until he pays off the cost for renting them.
Kaiser’s pretty sure this counts as child labor somewhere. Then again, he’s the one with a full-time job stealing since his age were still in the single digit, so what does he know?
And because they don’t have a name for themselves yet, they have to start with small time venues. There are lots of those that double as restaurants, kickstarting Kaiser’s career in what could possibly be the most grueling of work… customer service.
Kaiser has to sweeps and mops the floor, washes the dishes, scrub the toilets, and worst of all… deal with the customer.
To make everything worse, apparently Ray Dark also has a one meter long list of tabs on what probably every establishments on the area. So now *he* had to pay off those bills too, putting them on top of an increasingly towering piles on Kaiser’s plate.
Ray Dark advises him to be the paper flyer boy and drawn in customers to quickly pay off the cost by counting the purchases of each customer he successfully bring in instead. (Ex; customer no.1 purchases: $15, customer no.2 purchases: $10, total: $25, quota to fulfill: $10000 - $25 = $9975)
Did he think this is O*ran HS Host Club or something?? He could literally bring a million customers in and the stinky motherfuckers that own the premises would’ve still pay him minimum wage regardless.
Though apparently, Ray Dark is not completely useless after all. Because he somehow managed to convince the owner to make that exact kind of deal. Perhaps the devil’s contract he signed is an actual legitimate one or something.
All it does just give Kaiser more work to do though. Now on top of working multiple jobs waiting and cleaning duties on multiple different restaurants and live-houses, he has to do some advertising and promoting on top of everything else too.
If it weren’t for Metavision’s multitasking pseudo assistant program’s abilities, he’ll definitely be cooked fr.
When Kaiser is on break reading his psychology book, he sees a random Japanese kid a few years younger than him wandering in, probably lost. Kaiser is considering to talk to him as a language practice until he notices the boy carry something so dearly familiar in his hand.
Like an addict when they see their fix, Kaiser sees the soccer ball and immediately relapse.
Before he knew it, he already challenging the boy to play against him, speaking Japanese more fluent than he ever was with his own mother tongue in that moment. If Kaiser didn’t know any better, he’ll say he only learn the phrases that related to either soccer or cuss words when he learns his languages.
It was as if there’s a special hive mind connection between all soccer freaks, they both immediately come to an understanding and subconsciously already walk to a park nearest to them, like they have an in-built gps within their bodies with its database consisting of locations you can play football in.
But Kaiser, being incapable to behave like a normal person, made a bet against the kid. The loser have to be the winner’s lackey, and obviously have to follow everything the winner orders him to do no matter what.
With the cheating power of Metavision, Kaiser obviously win. Who knows that a multitasking bird-eye view that can see everything in the entire location, accurately pinpoint everything within it like a radar, and grasping all the information about everything within view in a glance with the proficiency of downright psychometry, can be so fucking cracked??
Just to rubbed salt on the wound, he even made him sign his psychology book like a mockery of signing the graduation photo-book, right in the book’s empty section that Kaiser called the ‘List of Clowns’.
Kaiser sees the name the kid signs (something like Rin, but Kaiser will just dubbed him ‘Clown #1’), enjoying thoroughly his humiliation because doing any act of malice made him feel human (oh, Kaiser should use this line as a song lyric!), and decides that he doesn’t have enough yet.
Perhaps Kaiser should know better than bullying a kid a few years younger than him, but he doesn’t give a shit. As far as Kaiser is concerned, bullying is rated E for Everyone.
That’s why, just like how Ray Dark made him work his ass off doing customer service, Kaiser made Clown #1 do the cleaning duties his job entails. It was a cycle of child labor.
At some point, Clown #1 is obviously vexed with his enslavement. Like a true sadistic tyrant, Kaiser hang a flicker of hope in response. He said that if Clown #1 beat Kaiser once at soccer, he’ll cross out his name from the ‘List of Clowns’ and he’ll be free.
The poor kid then challenged him over and over again, veering off the family outing he’s in and even sneaking out of the hotel his family stay at to try to gain his freedom back by winning at least a single match (and to do the chores Kaiser ordered him around to do like a lackey). Only for Kaiser to beat him down over and over again, he even make a game out of how many hat-trick he could get out of him!
Kaiser is having the time of his life. Not only does he get a massive load off his shoulders, he even getting his kicks lording this kid over.
So now Kaiser is free to advertise and promote to draw customers (paper-flyer duty), and playing host like O*ran characters to coerce the customer to drain their wallets (waiting duty). With no pesky chores as distractions, he manages to speedrun the customer quota needed.
Eventually Clown #1 has to go home to his home country when his family’s vacation is over. Leaving his name currently a permanent fixture in the ‘List of Clowns’ much to his chagrin and Kaiser’s endless amusement. Kaiser mock him for the last time with the most arrogant and smug expression while initiates SNS contact exchange as a farewell gift.
(so Kaiser can continuously getting a kick out of him of course, not because he’ll miss him or anything)
The kid swore vengeance, which unfortunately just delighted Kaiser even more because he gets to proves-his-existence-by-becoming-a-scar-within-people’s-heart (another dramatic as lines that Kaiser uses as a song lyric).
Finally, Kaiser get to do the actual idol part of his music career, and perform with a skyrocketing popularity and positive feedbacks. Even all the restaurants and cafes that Kaiser used to work for to pay off Ray Dark’s debts, are supporting him now in the audiences. They are so thankful to him for paying off Ray Dark’s legendary world-record-breaking long tabs, they become his loyal fans out of sheer gratitude.
They continue their music tour (which Kaiser almost forget that he is on) to Italy, because Ray Dark is craving some pizza.
Then it was as if Kaiser was hit by karma for bullying a random Japanese kid, Ray Dark spends everything they earned… and they go back to where they started again.
They become so broke that they can’t even afford a place to sleep, practically homeless and stranded in another country. Even the pizza place’s owners pity them enough that they let them stay in their office for free when Kaiser is on the verge of turning to busking instead.
Then Ray Dark show the one thing he’s competent at and convince the venues (plus every establishments he newly racked a debt of) owners of the same customer quota deal, again. Kaiser had to work his ass off in customer service for the next performance, again. Which lead him to challenge some random guy on the slums (that he thought was an easy picking, why is he so good holy shit, is the slums is some kind of soccer prodigy breeding grounds or something??) to play soccer and made the same bet, again.
Ending with Kaiser to pawn off the gross cleaning duties he didn’t want to the newly christened clown on the list (Clown #2), again. Starting the vicious cycle of child labor and defeating-people-and-make-them-his-lackey all over again.
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Clown #2 (Lorenzo— but he’ll always be Clown #2 to Kaiser’s heart) is infuriating. Kaiser doesn’t get his fix of malice out of him because he’s so annoyingly… friendly. No matter how much he orders him around or try to rile him up by reminding him of how he defeated him, all the obtuse clown ever do is just happily follow after whatever he asks for good-naturedly and praises how good he is in soccer.
He brightened up whenever he sees Kaiser like he got his Christmas early for fuck’s sake! He even thought that they’re actually *friends*.
(the fluttering feelings in Kaiser’s stomach when he hears that is definitely because he was so disgusted by the notion, right?)
Kaiser is a lot of things, but he refuses to lead someone on like that.
(because f-friendship is sacred, alright?)
So he gives a long droning explanation about how they were rivals in soccer whose destiny is to be locked on a cycle of devour-or-be-devoured to feasts on each other to feed their own egos till death do them part.
Clown #2 just dumbly look at him with that stupid fond look like Kaiser is a hissing cat instead of his dreadful rival and even calling him a romantic(!!) of all things.
Kaiser can’t help but truly pities Clown #2, even the little brat Clown #1 understands how it’s done.
When it’s time for Kaiser to leave yet to another location to continue his tour, Clown #2’s heartbroken looks actually managed to tugs at Kaiser’s heartstrings. Kaiser felt bad enough for him to buy him a phone (read: stole) and exchanging SNS with him.
The resulting bright smile admittedly blinds Kaiser for a second.
Eventually, Kaiser become relevant enough to attend banquets for celebrity. Ray Dark’s parents ease up for one day and let them borrow the needed accommodations for the event.
Seeing his chance, Kaiser boldly go up to the famous footballer Marc Snuffy and challenge him to play a soccer match. But the man just chuckling lightheartedly and ruffle his hair(!!) in response.
Kaiser can’t even get mad properly because who would take a kid’s seriously anyway?? If he wants to have his challenges be properly recognized, he had to actually have something backing his statements first and proves himself. So he’s taken this as motivation to do better.
And also, Marc Snuffy is really, really, compassionate. Like the kind of person that go out of their way to help people because they are genuinely have a heart of gold, and different from those people that do it for some publicity’s stunts to get more popularity that are so rampant lately like it was some kind of a trend.
He heard the man is planning to take in some slum dwellers in passing.
(If he told Snuffy about Clown #2, it’s no one’s business but Kaiser’s.)
Then the tour landed them to Japan. Ray Dark said something about mass-produced idol industries in there, more opportunities in the abundances of live-houses and underground idol bars, and about how this could be big breakthrough for them. But Kaiser got a feeling that he just wanted to indulge in the mass-produced theme cafe industries instead.
At some point, he got to work at a cat cafe. Which excited him (tho he prefers dog), until he realizes that Ray Dark meant cat MAID cafe that is.
Absolutely humiliated, Kaiser wonder if he should tone down the humiliation a bit for his clowns… but discarded that thought quickly because he’s pretty sure that getting a kick out of them is the only thing that holds his sanity intact at this point.
Reviewing the ‘List of Clowns’ and spamming the DMs of their SNS feels downright therapeutic. As expected, this wielding-malice-to-feel-human thing is really working out like a miracle remedy.
He met someone that strikingly reminds him of Clown #2. He got highlights on his hair that’s apparently natural(!!) and a bit schizophrenic for some reason, but he’s all rainbow and sunshine like Clown #2 does.
Which something he didn’t expect, because the first time he met him when he passes by a random soccer field on delivering duty…
(because apparently the special gimmick of the cat maid cafe is having the maids personally deliver your orders to your doorstep and offering housekeeping service for a day)
the bee boy was literally in the middle of beating up his teammates.
Kaiser impulsively challenged him on a soccer match, because he wanted a clown that has as much spunk as Clown #1 does. Embarrassingly forgetting his shameful cat maid get-up, which lead the bee brat calling him with an even more embarrassing nickname that stick no matter how many times he later try to rectify the newly added to the list Clown #8’s behavior.
(Later on when Kaiser asks bee boy about the fight he saw that day, he said something about how they called him weird… and apparently this isn’t the first time the fight has happened too. Which confused Kaiser because being called a clown should be a worse insult than something like ‘weirdo’, yet Highlights never once even frowned at him.)
He try to rile up and beat down Clown #8 every time he beat him in a soccer match, but he becomes more and more sunshine-ish each time, and so persistently all My L*ttle Pony: Friendship Is Magic on him like that fool Clown #2 does.
When Kaiser orders him around to do the housekeeping part of his current job, he does it so joyfully like the act of hard-work itself sustains his being.
He keep saying things like how playing with Kaiser delights the ‘monster’ too. Kaiser tries everything and spare no effort to get a single negative response, though apparently, EVERYTHING delights the ‘monster’.
So Kaiser gives him the same droning explanation he gives to Clown #2, about how what they have is not a f-friendship, and instead a heated rivalry-ship where Clown #8 should be burning in either the desire to beat his person or despair at how he’s so utterly defeated by him that his presence always haunts him like a ghost that scarred his heart.
“Aww, Neko-chan, of course there’s always a special place for you in my heart!”
(!!)
(Damn, he’s good. He even managed to make Kaiser fear his sheer sunshine power based on how loud his heart beats right now.)
(Those cat videos he sent to Kaiser’s SNS are admittedly really cute tho)
On another part of Japan, he met Clown #1, again. He’ll never said it out loud, but Kaiser is actually really looking forward to play soccer with him, again. When he beat him, again… Kaiser joked about how Under-lashes Brat is now qualified to be Clown #9 too, and how he’s the first clown that earn two spots on his ‘List of Clowns’.
The resulting rage never fails to entertain him.
Turns out, Clown #1 has a brother. A *soccer prodigy* brother at that. And Kaiser actually almost got destroyed, but barely managed to scrape by a win. He’s even more of a monster than Clown #2 holy fuck.
A win is still a win though, no matter how close it is. So now he got Under-lashes Senior’s name etched on his prized psychology book as Clown #10.
Unfortunately, Clown #10 is as cool as cucumber. As a result, none of Kaiser provocations work on him. At least he could appreciate his professionalism, that’s useful when he order him to fill for Kaiser at work.
(He later sees him on the news, apparently recruited by Re-Al, and may-or-may-not-be a bit jealous that he’s living the dream)
And then, Kaiser met his match. A goody-two-shoes off-field, a slurring machine demon on field. Like is he secretly a bipolar or something?? Whenever he spouts off while they have a soccer match, Kaiser can’t help but be impressed with his commitment to toxicity.
When they first met, Kaiser is in the midst of working for a Chinese style live-house. The panda ears are mortifying, but way less embarrassing than the damned cat maid bullshit.
Something about this guy just… irks him, that when Kaiser is on break, he demands him to be an obstacle in his life.
Contrary to his meek look, he boldly shot back that he’ll ruin Kaiser’s life in response. And that’s how Clown #11 came to be.
But no matter how much Kaiser beat him at soccer, Clown #11 kept challenging him over and over again, that the only reason they stopped to begin with is because it was already way past the stubborn brat’s curfew. Then the role switched, and now it’s the fucking clown that hunts him down like a hyena for more soccer.
He even activates Metavision mid-match for fuck’s sake!
(Kaiser just hopes that he won’t blabber the description about this special eyesight and how it works like a How-to Metavision 101 to the opponent mid-match in the future or something)
At the same time, Kaiser found his reactions to his provocations to be the most entertaining. It’s more fun than he thought it’ll be to met someone that match him in pure toxicity. He felt like, the Sprout-Hair boy to be the one who understood what it means to properly having the twisted relationship of endlessly devouring each other’s egos the most out of everyone he met before.
When Kaiser cut off another one of his ‘Direct Shot’, a wild ‘sneak attack’ appear!
“Yeah, Kaiser… You’re perfect.”
(!!)
(??!!)
(It’s a goal, not scored by Kaiser for once. He’s too stunned to react to the shot, never-mind the aftermath of it.)
On a modeling gig, Kaiser met someone who couldn’t be more different than his atheist ass… you know it, a solid religious believer. To be honest, Kaiser neither believes nor deny God’s existence (it’s complicated). Though he definitely plays up the heretic acts to deliberately pissed off believers.
And that’s the exact same tactics he uses on this guy to taunt him into a soccer match. This guy is pretty good, like, motherfucker plays street ball like S*bway Surfers good. Thankfully, Kaiser has the power of Former Street Rats and Metavision on his side.
Nothing could save the Believer from being converted to Clown #15.
When Kaiser work at an Airport’s convenience store and a part-time flight attendant…
(Ray Dark made a deal with them to use one of their commercial planes as moving billboard by custom made one into the design of Kaiser’s brand, apparently he got the idea from S*nrio)
He met who could possibly be the prettiest person ever. Because Kaiser is a soccer freak through and through, his attempts to talk to him somehow turn into a challenge to a soccer match. The only thing that saves him from embarrassment is the fact that Redhead is a soccer freak too.
(He’s even prettier when he’s angry, maybe Kaiser should call him Clown #44 more for… getting a kick out of his fury… of course)
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And eventually, he met Clown #111.
(he’s pretty sure that he was already listed as Clown #99, the guy insists that this is the first time they met tho)
Kaiser can’t believe how far he comes.
Out of all the clowns he collected in his ‘List of Clowns’, spanning multiple different psychology books he owns, this guy somehow took the cake when it comes to sheer freak.
Yet, he also begrudgingly admit that they were something like a kindred spirits. They each have ‘distinguished’ way to leave their marks in this world. If Kaiser proves his existence by becoming a symbol of despair that embodies the impossible by making people submit using malice, Antennae Hair proves his existence by scoring a goal that he equates as an act of creations (we all know what he meant 💀).
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Theiysotop: Guys, Kaiser’s new album is out🎉🎉
LuvNekochan: ‘God’s Chosen Emperor’ that goes so hard fr🔥🔥🔥
Mihya4ever: ~I consumed malice like it’s a drug that made me feel human~🎶🎵
DoItForMika: 🥀~I’ll forever be in your heart as a scar, like a ghost that haunts your mind-eye~🥀
Can1beTheOne: ~🎆🎇~ We’ll be set on each other’s downfall, till death do us part ~🎇🎆~
ForMisha<3: Till death do usss~ part~ 😩😩😩💍💍
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Kaiser become popular enough to get a record label. He *should* be swimming in money right now, except Ray Dark’s legendary ability to disintegrate any kind of monetary currency is way too overpowered for even the royalties gained from *multiple* albums to last.
No wonder Ray Dark’s parents cut off his allowance (and probably on the way to cut off his inheritance), it’s less a punishment for him and more like self-preservation on their part to prevent bankruptcy.
Kaiser pretty sure that he only had to do this demented child-labor version of B*rbie’s I-can-be series to pay off Ray Dark’s tabs at this point, because he swore that plenty of venues and music studios actually offers to pay *him* to sing for them instead.
Then Ray Dark’s spouting out some bullshit about how many great musicians start from playing at humble restaurants, and how their secret to success is by understanding every part of the industry related to the career by climbing from the very bottom to the top of the totem pole.
he doesn’t know whether or not he agrees. But if any one of those people mentioned gone through anything similar to this… no wonder so many musicians are suicidal, because being one made Kaiser homicidal.
The plus side to this whole dumpster fire though, it gives him an excuse to keep going on his defeating-people-and-make-them-his-lackey soccer rampage. He gets a kick out of their angry frustrations and lording over them like an emperor.
At some point he started to win Grammy awards. He can’t see how it matters though, Kaiser is quite possibly the only Grammy award winner that is completely broke and homeless most days than he is not, relying on establishment owners pity to have a roof over his head.
For all his misgivings about Ray Dark, at least they both go through all of this together. And he does notice how the man protect and shelter him from the worst part of the media.
(It felt nice to not be so alone)
Looking down at the psychology book he currently chose to read out of the piles he own, Kaiser thinks…
…Maybe the ‘List of Clowns’ is secretly a ‘Book of Friends’.
(In a moment of insanity, Kaiser thought that it wasn’t all bad)
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The Ultimate Teenage Pop Sensation
Michael Kaiser. The 15 year old internationally acclaimed popular singer who debuted when he turned twelve, and has been winning Grammy awards every year since then. He was dubbed as the ultimate teenage pop sensation of this current generation. He personally composed the songs and wrote the lyrics for all his record breaking albums, refusing outside help for his music. The meaningful lyrics, and his devastatingly mesmerizing voice, conveys an unadulterated raw emotions that could be deeply felt by the hearts of anyone who hears it. Although the one thing that everyone could agree on as his best quality, is the unexplainable innate charisma that he possesses. Some claimed it was because of his exceedingly beautiful face, others felt that it was some kind of a mysterious power.
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The road to stardom is a difficult one. Even when you reached the top, all it does just gives more people the incentive to pull you down. Until now, Kaiser still didn’t understand why his mother willingly left a family behind for this.
Even when everyone preaches about how much he’s the ultimate whatever, the more he was beloved, the more scathing the slanders in return. It’s probably unhealthy, obsessively ego-searching to fixates on hate comments after hate comments. Kaiser keeps doing it anyway, there’s this twisted part in his subhuman heart that keep seeking validations that proves he was right about what he thought about his real self. To see people acknowledge the piece of trash underneath all the glories.
To see the worthless self… lurking underneath…
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Anonymous123: I don’t get what the hype is about this guy.
ThrowAway420: Something about him just doesn’t feel right, like he doesn’t belong
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No matter how many titles decorating this self… it’ll never change what he is…
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4nonymous: It’s like he’s… inhuman. That flawless facade is painfully fake
Anon1thr0w4way: I wouldn’t be surprised if he was secretly a psychopathic criminal
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Not fit to be human.
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TheMagician: Shut up
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TheMagician: You guys called him inhuman for never showing any flaws, when it was you who tore him down for having flaws to begin with, and then have the audacity to lecture about real and fake???
TheMagician: As far as I see it, both his perfections and imperfections are just different parts that made him who he is
TheMagician: The most dazzling existence
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(Kaiser can’t believe he develops a crush on a random commenter he doesn’t even know on a random obscure forum out of all things)