The Tales of UwU

Chapter I

Anatoly had just returned from his 3-minute long departure from the game. A new record for him. Despite the pathetically short time he was away, he found it unbearable to distance himself from this community for so long, as if he was a dog tied to a tall pole. No matter how long the dog waits, it's always happy to see its owner.

Anatoly was never well liked within the community. He wasn't as handsome as the other guys. He would often cry and beat himself up over it.

"I'm not a joke!" - he suddenly screams to his computer monitor - "I'm... I'm Not a joke..." - he proclaimed again, softly.

He fell onto his dusty wooden floor, covered with empty chocolate wrappers and an unopened condom. He curled up in a fetal position, wiping away the tears running down his face.

An hour passes. He hasn't moved an inch.

"Come on Anatoly, snap out of it. You're better than this." - He suddenly thought to himself. - "Hey, why don't you go make some stunning graphics? No one is going to berate you when you have some slick 16x16 blocks to show to everyone."

He stood up.

"Yeah. Yeah! I'm gonna show those losers!" - He confidently claimed.

Finally, feeling like he's drank 10 cups of coffee laced with cocaine, he quickly grabbed his chair and opened MS Paint. It's time to begin working.


Chapter II

Anatoly let out an accomplished sigh as he dramatically wiped off the sweat dripping down his face. He finally finished recoloring the graphics that were already in the game. It was time to post them. The days of being a laughing stock were over. All the girls would now swoon by merely being in his presence. A sly grin formed on his face.

He logged into his forum account, went to his open topic and posted his .png files for all to see and behold. Now, all he had to do was wait, and the woots would pile on and on.

He turned off his computer and went to bed. He let out yet another sigh, smiled, and closed his eyes. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

30 minutes later...

Anatoly started rolling around his bed anxiously. His room felt so hot, and his mind so clouded. All he could think about were the topic.

"Surely it wouldn't hurt just to check once, right?" - He thought to himself.

He grabbed his phone and went to the forums. Still no woots. No biggie, he just recently posted it after all. It just takes a bit more time. He put his phone back to charge, and closed his eyes for the second time. But he still couldn't sleep.

"Okay, I just have to check one more time, just to make sure" - He justified to himself.

He checked again. One woot. A huge wave of relief and pride flowed through his body. This was just the beginning of something larger. He put his phone away, and tried to sleep once more.

...

He suddenly jolted straight up. He rubbed his eyes fiercely, and looked at his phone. 3 in the morning. He yawned deeply, noticing his tired and baggy eyes in the reflection of his dark phone wallpaper. He took this chance to check the forums once again. He had three woots now.

Anatoly was relieved, but sort of conflicted. It took him 3 hours just to get 3 woots. He wasn't sure why it took so long to get so little.

"Everyone is probably just sleeping or doing something else. I shouldn't worry about it." - He thought doubtfully. He decided to not stress over it and to get some shut-eye instead.

...

10 in the morning. Anatoly finally wakes up, and he instinctively grabs his phone and checks the forums. Still 3 woots.

Anatoly wanted to shout loudly, but before he could, he heard his doorbell ring. Someone was here to see him. His eyes widened as he saw who it was.

Peace. She had come to visit him.


Chapter III

Peace was wearing a light pink dress with the peace symbol engraved on the front of the dress and an elegant sash ribbon tied on the back. Her silky brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze like a field of wheat on a windy day. She didn't wear make-up, as her natural beauty was more than enough to dazzle even the pickiest of boys.

Just like Anatoly, she had a passion for graphic design, however she will likely never be as skilled as he is. She found most cutting-edge programs like MS Paint to difficult to work with, so she settled with making her graphics using worn-out sharpee and paper torn from her chemistry notebook. She never liked chemistry, so she had more paper to use than she could ever ask for.

She had always admired Anatoly's graphics, and would always be the first one to woot every one he'd post on the forums. Last night was no exception.

Peace really hated writing. Every time she was supposed to jot down notes during class, she would often use the time to draw cute cubes or that weird "S" symbol that can be found written on most school tables and chairs.

If she was ever forced to write something, she would put the barest minimum needed to do so. This usually resulted in her words being practically impossible to read for anyone else. She would often put spaces in weird places or switch the position of two letters.

Lately though, she also seems to talk in the same way she writes. This infuriated a lot of people, as they were aware that peace could communicate well if she would just put in the effort, but no matter what, she refused to do so.

However, Anatoly had always found this part of her to be endearing. Many found issues with the way Anatoly talks, and he was always looking for some reassurance, most of which he found in Peace. They were like two jigsaw puzzles that fit perfectly with one another.


...

Upon noticing that his dear friend was at the door, Anatoly's anger and concerns had quickly melted away. She always had this effect on him. Anatoly quickly grabbed semi-clean clothes hanging on his chair and put them on. He rushed to the door, slightly adjusting his hair and checking his breath before opening the door.

Just as she was about to ring the bell once more, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a shy-looking Anatoly.

"H-Hi P-Peace" - He nervously muttered.

"h anatoly" - She said said while biting her lips cutely.

Despite knowing her for almost a year, Anatoly still struggles to initiate a casual conversation with her. Her unmatched beauty was always a delight to see, but at the same time it was intimidating