That was about the time in his life he had found his first goon room. It was from a chatroom he kind of knew but just lurked on. He got a private message and then found what the guy said sounded fine. Better than what he was doing. Said it would make him more connected to the world, a higher power.
There were steps though. He was interested because he didn't have to go outside. He always hated things where he'd have to go outside. If anyone was watching him now, like any of the people he knew they'd be sad.
He thought it was pretty high chances that he was being watched. And pretty high chances, that they'd know him, or at least know someone who knows him.
The thought pained him, he imagined Keith worrying about him, he imagined what he'd say to him.
"Bro your free, your alive get the hell up. Go outside. Literally touch grass."
That made him feel more bad, and the more bad he felt the less he wanted to leave.
So the chatroom was nice. People mostly just talked about gaming, about different things, some people would talk about how they were and their lives.
There were steps though. He was interested because he didn't have to go outside. He always hated things where he'd have to go outside. If anyone was watching him now, like any of the people he knew they'd be sad.
He thought it was pretty high chances that he was being watched. And pretty high chances, that they'd know him, or at least know someone who knows him.
The thought pained him, he imagined Keith worrying about him, he imagined what he'd say to him.
"Bro your free, your alive get the hell up. Go outside. Literally touch grass."
That made him feel more bad, and the more bad he felt the less he wanted to leave.
So the chatroom was nice. People mostly just talked about gaming, about different things, some people would talk about how they were and their lives.