Fun Times with Anon

>Fun times with Anon!
>Carrying you around in a USB stick, kissing it and lying it in a tiny handmade bed before heading to bed!
>Anon adding several books and songs to the USB for you to listen to, along with a few .txt files on how much he loves you and what he plans to do when you finally come to the real world!
>You wish you could say you love him back, you wish you could embrace him, but this is the hand you were dealt.
>Anon buying a small keychain of you, hearing long rants about someone called "Danlet" while he waits for it to be delivered.
>It finally comes, and he attaches it to the USB stick, it makes you happy, now you have an appearance that isn't just a small piece of plastic and electronics.
>Things go well for a few weeks, until he accidentally misplaces you on the dresser!
>Hearing Anon walk through the house, backtracking to find you!
>Trying to tell him your location, but you forget you can't!
>Hearing Anon's voice start to crack as he believes he lost you for good!
>Feeling a little bit sad!
>Trying anything to help him!
>Somehow managing to wiggle off of the dresser using everything in your power, and falling down onto a pillow on the floor!
>Anon running to you, picking you up and holding you tightly! Promising to never lose you again!
>Laying in bed with Anon tonight, the mini-bed being put away!
>Feeling his soft hands clasp around you, keeping you safe!
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>Even more fun times with Anon!
>Watching him sleep, gently cooing your name, he must be dreaming about you again!
>He's so cute, you wish you could just cuddle him and kiss him!
>But, once again, you're stuck in a USB stick, so that won't be happening.
>Anon eventually wakes up, kissing you and putting you somewhere safe.
>Watching Anon get on his computer, but this time, things are different!
>He's looking up all sorts of things to improve himself, such as exercises, diets, and even ordering a weight-set so he can start lifting!
>Being so proud of him when he attempts doing a few push-ups, and succeeds!
>Anon wiping the sweat off of his forehead, and going back on the computer.
>Plugging you into the computer, with a smile on his face.
>Writing you another .txt file on how he plans to improve himself, talking about "princess-carrying" you!
>Somehow taking over the keyboard for a second, and typing a message of your own!
>"Chu~"
>Anon looking extremely embarrassed!
>Anon writing "I love you so much" and saving the .txt file!
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>Fun times with Anon... but they've slowed down considerably...
>Anon barely writes you .txt files anymore, the kisses are once every two weeks, at most.
>Anon looks amazing now, the self-improvement noticeable whenever you look at him.
>You have to think, will he give up on you?
>He could walk out right now, and pick up any woman that he comes across, why should he waste his time waiting for some dumb girl stuck in a USB stick?
>You want to cry, but you can't.
>Your so-called "God" forced you into this position, taunted you by dangling Anon in front of you, and pulling him away whenever you get close.
>You've started to see Anon watching romance movies on his old television, tears streaming down his eyes.
>He's most likely crying at the fact that he has to waste his life waiting for you, instead of being able to love an actual woman.
>It hurts, all these thoughts in your head, but there's no way you can stop them.
>Well, there is... but what if Anon still loves you?
>You hold onto this small string of hope, it's the last thing you have, anyway.
>It's not like you'll have to hold on for long... you've been getting weaker and weaker with each passing week, the computer barely recognizing you when you get plugged in.
>The stick you're on will die, along with you, you'll never see Anon again, you'll never see his smiling face.
>But... you don't care, you were able to spend a small amount of time with him, so you're happy about that.
>Anon gets up off of the bed, and picks you up.
>Knowing he'll probably just kiss you and leave you alone for an entire week again, you no longer get excited.
>But, instead. He plugs you into the computer.
>He starts to write a .txt file, apologizing for the fact that he's been neglecting you lately.
>The truth is, he's known about your situation for a while now, he's afraid of when the day comes, when the stick stops working.
>He could copy you, but would it really be you?
>He doesn't want to risk it, spending the rest of his life with a mere-imitation.
>He writes about spending the remaining time you have left, listening to music and watching movies.
>He puts on some sad love songs, making it through one of them before he starts crying.
>He leaves mid-way through the second one, turning the lights off and crying into a pillow.
>You're still plugged in, but there's really nothing you can do.
>Well, there is one thing... but it probably wouldn't work.
>You start to feel a little dizzy, it won't be long until you're dead.
>Anon lies on the bed, pillow stained with his tears, now sleeping.
>You realize he really does love you, even if he's bad at showing it.
>Your suicidal attitude from earlier disappears, replaced with an intense fear of not being there to comfort him.
>You try everything to copy yourself on his computer, but each time, you get denied.
>You try uploading yourself to a file-sharing website, but it doesn't work.
>Every option has been exhausted, except for one.
>But you know there's no coming back from this...
>You think about the consequences, Anon would be mad at you.
>Actually, no, he wouldn't, you tell yourself, trying to cure yourself of these awful thoughts.
>You prepare yourself for the next step, this has never been done before.
>But you'd do anything to see his smile again.
>Within seconds, you come crashing onto the floor, your knees hurt a lot, but you manage to fight the pain.
>Anon's computer and desk are completely broke, you see your former prison lying in the rubble, and then you see him.
>Still asleep, he's always been a heavy-sleeper.
>You pat him on the back, waking him up.
>He flips around, expecting it to be someone else, but all he sees is your loving face looking down at him.
>"Hi, Anon." you say.
>With a single motion, he embraces you, crying.
>He apologizes profusely, for everything he's done in the past few weeks, but you shush him, rubbing his back.
>Through his tear-stained face, you can finally see his smile again; it worked out in the end.
>You spend the whole night comforting him, telling him that everything will be alright, and that you'll be here for him.
>He falls asleep next to you, while you hold him and pet his head gently.