These are not stories.

The monster emerges. Rears its ugly head. No one was prepared. But just like that, it was smashing down on all the hearts and emotions. Mr. Hyde, meet your enemies. They all love you, but it’s your duty to destroy them all. You will smash them to bits and crush all of their hopes that you will be nice again. Why would you be nice again? You were never nice. You’re not the nice one. That duty belongs to the doctor. Fuck the doctor. Smash the doctor’s hopes and dreams, too. The doctor doesn’t care. He just wants you to find peace. But peace is his game, not yours. It’s not your job to be the nice one. Why would anyone expect you to be the nice one? It’s always been your job to be the monster. But suddenly they’re tired of it. They’re done with your games. They want you to change, to evolve, to be better. Just like that. SNAP! No more monster. All gone. We’re all better. Everything is good. Peachy keen. Great. Let’s go eat an ice cream. Hold hands. Hopscotch. Trot in the park. The roses are in bloom. In winter. Just for you. Because you’re beautiful. We saw it in your eyes the day we met you. We saw that you can be better than this. We wished it for you. We willed it. We saw it in the horoscopes, in the tarot cards. They said you would heal, you would get better. They said you wouldn’t believe it, but we ignored that minor detail. It’s just a stupid game. Why should we listen to everything it tells us? We pick and choose, believe what we want to. We want you to choose love, choose peace.

The monster doesn’t like any of this. It smashes. Angry. Fire. Fuck everything. Give me smash. I want to destroy everything that you think is pretty. I do not like the things you like. The more you force them on me, the more I want to destroy everything. This will be your fault, you’ll see. I will destroy it all because you wanted me to love unconditionally. Well, there are conditions. Lots of them. There always have been. There always will be. Time doesn’t care about your feelings and what you love right now. Me and my monster friends don’t care about you and your love and peace. We think it’s stupid and we will smash it and make you bloody and bruised. That is our love and peace.

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