>14 year old angsty shitbum.
>Spend most of time browsing 4chan and playing vydia.
>New neighbors come.
>There's this kid.
>Lets Call him Bing Bong.
>No ending text joke shit, he's just a fucking bing bong.
>Had a lispe, 16 years old.
>Bing Bong made my life a living hell.
>Always asked to play, parents wanted me to go out more, so they forced me to hang with him.
>He tried to break all my shit and made it look like an accident.
>Broke all my fucking games, and my wii.
>Couldn't even play brawl anymore.
>Decide to get my revenge.
For the next three months, take a giant plastic tub and shit in it.
>Shit fills up entire thing, and this is a big fucking tub.
>Thetimehascome.jpegging
>Go out into the woods near my house, bury the tub in the ground.
>Bing Bong comes over, acting all Bingy and Bongy like the faggot that he is.
>Tell him we're going on a scavenger hunt.
>We walk into the woods, we're nearing the target.
>I tell him to go check out a bush right next to the tub.
"It smells like dead cows here, anon."
>He leans over.
>I push him.
>for a few glorious seconds, he falls towards tub.
>Falls in and smashes his face.
>Wasn't as deep as I thought.
>He isn't moving. I'm too scared to recover him from the shit.
>I leave him there. Go home and cry.
>Cops show up, along with his parents. Ask when I last saw him. Tell them a few days ago.
>Parents weren't home when we went on the scavenger, so they don't know.
>It passes. People forget. The neighbors move.
Every night, I sit and bed and think about Bing Bong, the guy who literally died from drowning in my shit.
