I woke up in a cold sweat two nights ago after a horrible nightmare.
In the nightmare, I was back in grade school. 12th grade. No friends, a lot of roleplay.
Browsing through F-list at home on my phone. I've just gotten my new character- one I'm very fond of. To this day, I don't ERP or anything with her- I love her too much to let her be defiled, somewhat like a daughter.
Despite this, I get a ping. Ding, the F-list noise.
Look over at the tab. "hi miss", he says. Their ref is of hyper-fat fat albert guzzling cum. I throw up, and then block him.
I go to bed, and then wake up. I immediately feel like something's wrong, though, the second I wake up at home. Something's off. I don't know how, but I know now that all of the hi misses know where I live.
I rush to school, driving as fast as I can. I can drive, somehow, even though I don't have a license. I can feel their presence. I can feel them getting closer.
Ding, ding, ding, a bunch more pings. All 'hi miss'. All.. horrible refs. Most of them are cartoon characters with cum crudely drawn on them on MS paint. The only one my brain can be bothered to dig up from behind the wall of trauma.
I realize now that, if I don't respond and/or block every single one of them, they will come for me. They'll stop coming for me in real life, each one I block.
I rush to the bathroom as fast as possible. For some reason, it's where the office used to be. Furthermore, there are windows in most of the stalls. I have to stay hidden, or they'll break through the windows.
I block, I keep blocking, I keep telling them to fuck off, but there's too many. I have to hide in a stall which is oddly shorter than the rest of them. I have to plank to hide under it.
However, it does nothing. A hand bursts through the wall, like Mr. X in resident evil. Dust crumbles everywhere, and I cough sporadically. A large, fat black man's hand, with a red sleeve grows near. Before I can see his face, I wake up with a jolt, panting.
tl;dr hi miss gives you nightmares