Freaky Pfp Novels & Stories

I sat frozen, numb at the image I was seeing on the news channel. My photo was plastered all over CNN and all I could do was sit there and stare at my F******k profile pic from five years ago when I was like sixteen, I was wearing a bikini top sunglasses and a geeky smile plastered all over my face. Besides being mortified at the fact that I never got around at removing that picture from my profile, what bothered me more was the heading. ENEMY OF THE WORLD…

Well, fuck. I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seemed to be a fake AI account, I keep seeing more of the likes, I almost give up until… I come across a private account, with nothing but ‘vegetarian’ in the bio, no profile pic, no further info.

fan club into a global phenomenon, she decided to capitalize on the craze by launching a series of NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) based on her "Alpha-in-law." She commissioned a notoriously eccentric digital artist who specialized in "abstract emotionalism." The resulting NFTs were a series of bizarre, vaguely wolf-shaped blobs of clashing neon colors that looked nothing like Jack. They were, by all objective standards, hideous. The launch was widely considered a flop.

Plus he unexpectedly has a F******k account. Is he still alive somewhere? I browse his F******k profile. His name is Eric Peter Marcus. He resides in the same town. And he works in a coffee shop. He also plays the piano, which makes me think he is talented. And that’s it. I think he is a private type of person. What I learned about him is he lives nearby and he is a barista. There’s not much in here. Except there are some photos of him with an older woman and a little girl.

She went in to my photo and there was only my profile photo that was there. She stared to look through my friend list and there were just about 68 friends on F******k and majority of them where family members. “You’re always on F******k and taking photo like you pretty and there is only one photo and few posts on this account?” My mother ask “Mummy me just look at photo and browse through person profile when am on F******k” I responded I’m smart; I could have never had her in my real F******k account. I was always

Let's just sneak out while we have the chance. Me: 😳

“You should check it out. Almost everyone at school is talking about it. I’m just glad this evil person decided to leak this after we finished our exams. Entering school would have been war.” I nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll check it out now,” I answered, and hung up almost immediately. I clicked on my F******k app, my hands shivering as I found our school group. I opened it, and to my greatest fear, it was the number one trending post. The photos were posted from an anonymous account, and the caption read: “POV: You don’t find any other woman attractive except your son’s girlfriend; I mean, your best friend’s daughter.”

Somehow I am not feeling very secure with unlocking the phone with my face, in case any of my doppelgangers show up. I tap on the F******k icon and open the application. I log out of my personal account and create a new one. First name I shall put, HotGuy; while for last name I shall put InTheBed. HotGuy InTheBed. That’s it. Perfect. I filled in the details as simply as I can, birth date, address, current location, blah blah blah… And finally, the profile picture. Right, I almost forgot that I needed a profile picture for a F******k account. Leaving it blank might make it look suspicious, Jamie might not be interested to talk to me, so I shall upload a proper human photo.

I'm so fucked. *****************************************