Shannon typed "Gayopswinson", pressed Enter, and leaned back with the smuggest
smirk upon his face. He had done it! He'd caught the notorious Godwinson. He did
it all by himself; he didn't need any anons' praise, he was a man who could
achieve results. He caught the person who was those stupid imageboard anons'
idol red-handed! The thought was making his chest palpitate as he silently
chuckled to himself, his fat rolls threatening to constrict his heart. He leaned
sideways to grab the bottle of Gatorade from the floor. It wasn't long before he
realized that bottle was yet again empty.
He threw it across the room, towards where the other empty bottles laid; some
waiting more than two weeks to be taken to the trash bin. He coughed and fought
cardiac arrest as he slowly and steadily rose from his worn out chair in search
of a brand new bottle.
He was back 5 minutes later, steadily descending into the chair, lest it break
from the sheer momentum of GatorGamer's 600 pound body. He glanced at the
digital clock sitting next to the computer monitor that looked like it hadn't
been dusted in months. Not that the numbers mattered.
He reached and tried to get two fingers on the mouse at such a position that he
would be able to click without his fat fingers triggering the mouse
wheel. Finally succeeding, he scrolled down the thread occupied by those vile
people. Those people hiding behind the cowardice known as anonymity thought they
were more successful than him, that they were smarter; that just by
laughing at him, they were right and he was wrong.
He tried to resist the urge to reply as he read post by post making fun of his
appearance, his demeanor and his intelligence. One post in particular attracted
his attention: It was a screencap from his private Discord room where he had
typed minutes before. The poster revealed that the user who talked about
Godwinson contacting Kirsten was, in fact, incorrect.
Gator went pale. He had not expected this. His plan was perfect! How could
they?! How could he have fallen for such an obvious ruse? All the anxiety Gator
had been holding back came crashing on him as he silently shed tears, alone, in
his single bedroom apartment.