Junior Sml Fanart 소설 & 이야기

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

Matthew sneered. “What big gift can you possibly give us now? Don’t tell me it’s that old, tiny apartment of yours.” Wendy laughed too. “Jason, stop acting tough. You have nothing. We all know it.” I ignored their taunts. I reached into my handbag, took out a document, and placed it on the table. “This is a notarized release of all claims,” I explained. “I give up all claims to Xeno’s school district property. I also promise not to pursue any legal claims related to your affair, as well as the child born from it.”