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I promised I was gonna submit the next chapter of Love Fools next, but something came up before it.
So, basically I was checking my Kisekae-Fans group feed when I come across an interesting story made by nominately called "Hero". When I read it, I felt inspired to do something like that myself. So, instead of working on what I had promised before, I seized my mood and created this instead.

What we have here is the story of Malva and her friend Torrie who go out with some friends. What they didn't know is that they'd also meet a particular person who'd change their lives... or at least, that very night.
Hopefully, characters featured in this work will return, but only after I'm done with everything I have at hand right now.
At the request of the original comic's creator, I also included one of his own characters, Lucy: rushto.deviantart.com/art/New-…
This comic is very different from other works of mine in nature, and is considerably mature. Not all of you might enjoy it. You've been warned.

Also, both parts will be narrated by Malva, but while the first will have the text in the description, the other will feature it in the very image.

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My name is Malva. I'm a young woman in my 18s, and I live an ordinary life. I'm not as tall or as pretty as other girls, and to be honest, I really couldn't care less. I'm too shy to go out and meet other people. In fact, I wouldn't even have gotten out that night if it weren't for my roommate Torrie. She's got the looks I don't have, and understandingly is much more debonair than I am. She was the one who convinced me into getting dressed and go out with her that night in the first place.
I'm sorry if I'm straying out of my line of thought, but I have my reasons. If you had experienced the same things I did that nights, you'd surely act the same way. Let me explain: one night Torrie and I decided to go out. We were going to meet some friends and get to a disco. We got dressed and left our dorm to a friend's, Lucy's, house. When we arrived, she was already outside, waiting for us by the door. We left and headed towards the disco, where we'd meet up with some boys who Torrie had invited.
When we arrived at the disco, we immediately found the boys waiting in line. There were two of them, a short one with glasses named Jobin and...
... I don't know how to describe him. He was much more good looking than other boys around, that's for sure; but there was something about him that made me feel... unsettled. Something about him felt strange. Bad. I knew it back then, but now I'm definitely sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks. There's something seriously wrong with him.
Torrie introduced him to me and Lucy: the boy's name was Dresden DeAbulo, and they knew eachother when Torrie had joined college. I called my friend out and told her I couldn't stand being next to that boy. I asked her to send him away, but she just shrugged it off and told me I was just nervous because I never got out often enough.
So, reluctantly, I got inside the disco with them. It was crowded inside, but not too crowded, so we had enough room to move and dance around without bumping into other people. As we got inside, we met one of Torrie's contacts inside the disco: Charlie, its owner. He welcomed us in and told us the mood was amazing and the night was just getting started.
Torrie then placed a hand on my back, as she usually does, and stared at my eyes with a smile on her face. That meant she was going to say something in a serious tone.
"Malva, are you going to have fun with us tonight?" she asked.
After thinking for a while, I answered: "Sure, why not? Dancing at a disco isn't something I usually do." I decided to not be a party pooper this time and try and have some fun with my friends.
Little did I, or any of us 3 girls, know, things weren't going to go as we planned that night. There was... something... I really can't describe it. In fact, I can't think of what happened that night without my hands shaking. It was Dresden. It has to be. He's the one who did it. But.. I'm too afraid to go on. I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry. I'll leave you something which I think shows what happened to us that night. Hopefully it will be enough. I'll try and forget this. I never even want to speak of it again. Over and out.

Description
Next: tf-squaresting.deviantart.com/…

I promised I was gonna submit the next chapter of Love Fools next, but something came up before it.
So, basically I was checking my Kisekae-Fans group feed when I come across an interesting story made by nominately called "Hero". When I read it, I felt inspired to do something like that myself. So, instead of working on what I had promised before, I seized my mood and created this instead.

What we have here is the story of Malva and her friend Torrie who go out with some friends. What they didn't know is that they'd also meet a particular person who'd change their lives... or at least, that very night.
Hopefully, characters featured in this work will return, but only after I'm done with everything I have at hand right now.
At the request of the original comic's creator, I also included one of his own characters, Lucy: rushto.deviantart.com/art/New-…
This comic is very different from other works of mine in nature, and is considerably mature. Not all of you might enjoy it. You've been warned.

Also, both parts will be narrated by Malva, but while the first will have the text in the description, the other will feature it in the very image.

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My name is Malva. I'm a young woman in my 18s, and I live an ordinary life. I'm not as tall or as pretty as other girls, and to be honest, I really couldn't care less. I'm too shy to go out and meet other people. In fact, I wouldn't even have gotten out that night if it weren't for my roommate Torrie. She's got the looks I don't have, and understandingly is much more debonair than I am. She was the one who convinced me into getting dressed and go out with her that night in the first place.
I'm sorry if I'm straying out of my line of thought, but I have my reasons. If you had experienced the same things I did that nights, you'd surely act the same way. Let me explain: one night Torrie and I decided to go out. We were going to meet some friends and get to a disco. We got dressed and left our dorm to a friend's, Lucy's, house. When we arrived, she was already outside, waiting for us by the door. We left and headed towards the disco, where we'd meet up with some boys who Torrie had invited.
When we arrived at the disco, we immediately found the boys waiting in line. There were two of them, a short one with glasses named Jobin and...
... I don't know how to describe him. He was much more good looking than other boys around, that's for sure; but there was something about him that made me feel... unsettled. Something about him felt strange. Bad. I knew it back then, but now I'm definitely sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks. There's something seriously wrong with him.
Torrie introduced him to me and Lucy: the boy's name was Dresden DeAbulo, and they knew eachother when Torrie had joined college. I called my friend out and told her I couldn't stand being next to that boy. I asked her to send him away, but she just shrugged it off and told me I was just nervous because I never got out often enough.
So, reluctantly, I got inside the disco with them. It was crowded inside, but not too crowded, so we had enough room to move and dance around without bumping into other people. As we got inside, we met one of Torrie's contacts inside the disco: Charlie, its owner. He welcomed us in and told us the mood was amazing and the night was just getting started.
Torrie then placed a hand on my back, as she usually does, and stared at my eyes with a smile on her face. That meant she was going to say something in a serious tone.
"Malva, are you going to have fun with us tonight?" she asked.
After thinking for a while, I answered: "Sure, why not? Dancing at a disco isn't something I usually do." I decided to not be a party pooper this time and try and have some fun with my friends.
Little did I, or any of us 3 girls, know, things weren't going to go as we planned that night. There was... something... I really can't describe it. In fact, I can't think of what happened that night without my hands shaking. It was Dresden. It has to be. He's the one who did it. But.. I'm too afraid to go on. I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry. I'll leave you something which I think shows what happened to us that night. Hopefully it will be enough. I'll try and forget this. I never even want to speak of it again. Over and out.