>>85563
DECEMBER
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!...
Chud groggily turned over in his bed to face the alarm clock blaring on the nightstand.
>Noā¦ Is it Monday already? Fluffing jews and their bullshit time dilation trickery!
Chud dreaded the idea of going back to school after his relatively uneventful Thanksgiving break. He hated the buttload of work his teachers gave him and being in the presence of so many literal subhumans. If Chud did decide to go to college after all, he would choose the one with the whitest demographics, regardless of tuition costs.
>ā¦But then Iāll have student loan debtā¦ Iāll be paying back the kike rats fur thousands of years! Just more proof that with Jews, you canāt winā¦
Chud checked his phone. Unsurprisingly, there were no new messages from Robin. The last time they communicated was after they finished shopping at the mall last weekend. Chud cringed as he looked into his closet and saw the stack of new clothes still sitting in the shopping bag. He wasnāt a huge fan of Robinās choices, but she would be pissed if Chud didnāt start wearing them today.
After showering, he picked a random shirt from the bag and held it out. It had the words āNirvanaā printed on it in yellow with a matching smiley face logo. He didnāt know shit about music, but he assumed it was the name of some normiegroid rock band that only millenialcel foids care about. It was a lot more tolerable than the other shirts Robin picked out. He sighed as he put it on and continued to get ready fur school. As he was tying his shoelaces, he heard a ding from his phone.
His heart skipped a beat. What if it was Robin? He picked up his phone and unlocked it.
<Heyyy Chuddie! You up?
Chud groaned. It was never good news when the needy Latinx fox texted you at 6:50 AM. He locked his phone and headed towards the kitchen. He took out a chicken biscuit from the freezer and put it in the microwave. His phone dinged again.
<Donāt you DARE leave me on read, Chuddie! :frowny fox face:
<Do you have the syllabus fur the resume project? I think I lost mine, and I wanna make sure I get ALL the points Chuddie!
Resume project? Syllabus?
>What are you talking about beaner? Is this your pathetic attempt at a prank or something?
Chud scratched the back of his head until his entire body shivered upon remembering. Heād spent the last two weeks learning about resumes and cover letters in his college prep class. The Friday befure Thanksgiving break was when the teacher announced a project where they had to create a mock resume and cover letter. Chud rummaged through his backpack and found the syllabus hastily stuffed in between his textbooks. He straightened the wrinkled paper out on the kitchen counter.
>Oh shit, I completely furgotā¦
There was a rubric detailing how many points each part of the project was. Chud could see the total was 100.
>gulp
>Fluff, if I get a zero on this, Iāll be screwed fur the entire semester!
The microwave beeped. Chud took out the biscuit and furmulated a plan in his head as he took a bite out of the sandwich.
>Iāll try to find something online I can copy and edit so that it isnāt detected by whatever Israeli anti-plagiarism software my school uses. I donāt think Iāll have enough time to fully edit it here, so Iāll upload it to my school drive and continue working on it in the library befure class starts.
He stopped chewing as his eyes scanned something alarming on the rubric. In addition to a resume and cover letter, he also had to submit a video of himself doing a mock job interview with a fellow classmate.
>ā¦youāve got to be fluffing kidding-
Ding!
Chud checked his phone again.
<CHUDDIE!!! MY GRADE DEPENDS ON THIS!!! I NEED EVERY POINT!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND DUMB DUMB??? OH NOā¦ DID YOU FURGET???
<LMAOOOOOOOO!!!!
He could hear her gekkering to herself now.
>Okay pooch, have fun with no syllabus.
He hastily put his phone on silent and gulped down the rest of his breakfast. Now what was he going to do? His plan went out the window since missing the video would be an automatic zero according to the rubric.
>Great, I guess that only leaves one optionā¦
He once again unlocked his phone.
<WHAT THE FUUUCK CHUDDIE??? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU??? ROBIN ISNāT RESPONDING EITHER. CMON PLEASE CHUDDIE???
>Okay, fine, but you need to do something fur me first.
<What do you want, Chuddie? Oh, you better not ask me to do anything naughty, unless thatās what you wantā¦? :laughing fox face: :smug fox face:
>No, you goofbaiting foid spic! I need you to do the interview video thingy fur the project. I can do everything else on my own.
<Interview video? What are you talking about?
Chud sent her a pic of the syllabus and the rubric.
<WHAAATTTT???? I completely missed that! See, thatās why I needed the rubric from you, Chuddie! Oh great, now weāre both gonna fail! :sad fox face:
>Calm down, you dramatic Latinx, we can skip school fur the day and turn it in tomorrow when we have it done.
<But donāt we have to submit it online?
Chud thought fur a second.
>We can say we were sick. Do you know how to furge a sick note from your parents?
<Of course I do, Chuddie! This aināt my first rodeo!
<My parents arenāt home, so I think itāll be easier fur you to come over to my place.
>Yeah, sure, whatever
Chud grabbed his bookbag and walked out the front door. He decided to not take an Uber since he wanted to save up money fur Christmas. Luckily, it was cold and foggy that morning, so he wouldnāt break that much of a sweat walking to Averiās house. After 20 minutes of treading across the sidewalk, he had a sudden epiphany.
>I really just roped myself into willingly going back to Averiās house... That sly, chicken-eating, beaner pooch!
He was already halfway there; no point in turning back now. He wondered if Averi planned this all along. Maybe she rummaged through his bag that Friday, and he didnāt notice due to her being such a sneaky fox. Although the more Chud thought about it, the more improbable it seemed. I mean, would she really bank whatever plan she had on Chud not checking his bookbag fur a misplaced project syllabus? No, it would make more sense fur her to just remove it from his bag entirely. Maybe he was overthinking it; he likely just furgot about the project, considering Robin invited him over to play MarioKart that weekend befure Thanksgiving break.
>God, why do I let foids live rent-free in my mind? I probably spent the entire class daydreaming about Robin. Iām so patheticā¦
As he turned the street corner and Averiās home came into view, he realized that heād never gotten to see its interior back when he āvolunteeredā to mow her lawn. He remembered how curious he was the night befure. She seemed like the kind of girl to be hiding a lot of dark, disturbing, even freaky secrets. Eh, not like Chud cared that much anymore anyway. Heād figured that once Robin determined that he was āfixedā to her standards and she finally gave him a chance (He still wasnāt confident that Robin actually wanted this to happen), they would likely dump Averi due to how annoying she was. Sure, she was friends with Robin, but Chud felt like they both knew she would be more of a burden in the long run. Was it cruel? Maybe? Chud didnāt think so, after all, thatās what adults usually do, right? They cut off friends once the opportune moment arises? Thatās what he learned from the podcasts he listened to, at least.
**
As he walked up the driveway to Averiās little hamlet, he noticed a little flag displayed on one of the front windows. It was red, white, and blue, just like Americaās but the shape was all wrong. There was only one white star in a blue triangle and five stripes. It didnāt look like a Mexican flag to him. Maybe itās from the Caribbean? He didnāt know shit about those island nations, only that they were Latinx shitholes.
He rang the doorbell and waited. No response. He tried knocking. Nothing. He already knew Averi was being difficult on purpose. Maybe she was planning some kind of trap. He sighed and pulled out his phone.
>Hey beaner, I know you can hear me. Open up befure it starts raining.
She replied instantly.
<The doorās open Chuddieā¦ :winking fox face:
He grumbled as he opened the door and stepped inside. He could barely see inside the pitch-black house; all the curtains were drawn closed, and the thick fog outside wasnāt helping either. Why the fluff was this beaner leaving her house shrouded in darkness? He closed the door and turned on the flashlight on his phone. He could tell he was in the living room; an old plasma TV sat on a worn-out wooden entertainment stand cluttered with cables, what he assumed was a DVD player, and various DVD cases. A coffee table with one leg held up by a book was placed between it and a brown, cruddy-looking couch covered in a white wool blanket. He panned his flashlight around the room, looking fur a light switch, when the beam passed a hallway and revealed a furry brown mass peeking across the corner. He was so startled that he dropped his phone and gasped out loud.
<GEEEEKKKKK~!!! No way that actually scared you, Chuddie~! I thought you wouldāve grown out of it by now, considering how long weāve known each other and all~ā¦
He heard Averi flick on a light switch. As his eyes adjusted, he could see she was wearing an oversized pink t-shirt, nothing else. He was both embarrassed and furious. How could I fall fur that AGAIN? All the signs were pointing at her trying to do some cheap jump scare, and yet I STILL let my guard down! God, Iām such a fluffing retard! He readjusted his glasses.
>Ha. Ha. Ha, you got me wetbackā¦ thatās great and all, but the sooner weāre done with this project shit, the sooner I can go home and play vidya all day, so letās hurry the fluff up.
Averi wasnāt amused with Chudās choice of words.
<Um, excuse me, Chuddie~? Actually, no, I donāt think you deserve to be called that since youāre being so rude to me right now, Chud. Smh!!! If you wanna act like a pendejo, then Iāll treat you like one!
>Oh my god beaner, how long have you been in this country? We speak E.N.G.L-
Averi gnarled her sharp vixen teeth and stomped. Her tail pointed straight up.
<PUTO MIERDA!!!!! YOU CANāT COME INTO MY HOUSE AND INSULT ME LIKE THAT CHUD!!! ESPECIALLY A WOMAN!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!
Chud smirked. Looks like I really pissed off that dumb fox pooch, eh? Her fists were clenched, and she was panting like a wild animal (She practically is one). He knew he shouldāve been scared, but his cocky ego got the best of him. He gave out a big, dramatic yawn and chuckled.
>You wonāt do shit, Averi. Besides, we both need each other fur this project, no? So, I think it would be best to coop-
Averi suddenly lunged towards him. He managed to dodge at the last second as he sprinted around her and towards the hallway. Without thinking, he flicked off the lights and jumped into the closest room and locked the door shut behind him. He breathed out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow. He expected to hear Averi clawing at the door or at least running after him, but he heard nothing. Even when Chud put his ear to the door, he couldnāt hear anything but the sound of the air conditioner and his own breathing.
He instinctively reached fur his phone, turned on the light, and shone it in front of him.
There was no need to lock the door after all.
Averi was here, too.