Kraken House

Friday, 4th March 2022

"Are you still mad at me," I asked, "Because I'm bisexual?" While out on the streets of Guagua on the way to the hospital for his check up for his cancer.

"Yes!" my father shouted at me with the most intimidating glare in his eyes, calling me a slutty trap whore and all the other slurs that could offend the most sensitive snowflakes of the LBGTQ+ community.

Despite myself not even considering as part of the community, rather someone who is just generally bisexual but still respects them. Except Dreamsexuals because they are children making sexual art work about their comfort streamer in Gacha Life, and not considering Dream is also a human being with emotions and a life outside the internet.

A lot more stans should reconsider to mark these words across Twitter and not merely targeting one particular fanbase. Which I respect the concepts and people that are internet famous but I just hate the fandom.

The fact that my father humiliated me in public as everyone watched. He just kept his words to himself after he realised this mistake. But of course, I am still his son.

That my father took care of for more than two decades.

I kept myself quiet for the whole day as I didn't even bother to ask him to buy me coffee anymore since it became his permanent obligation to give me a terrible quality cup of coffee each time we head out, knowing we aren't that rich.

It's a payment to me for coming with him outside the house once he needs errands needed to be done.

We were inside the hospital and had to trip me with guilt because of what I did to myself in the bathroom last night with that toy I had, saying I'm making his consider worse than it already is all because of my queer sexuality that I can't even control.

Once we reached the hospital. He signed into the list of patients and was told the doctor will come in an hour. Ah, it's one of those days again.

Then my father told me just to sit down and wait until the doctor arrives and to his turn. I was about to speak about the coffee he is obligated to treat me with for coming with him. But I just kept myself observing silence in the meantime since I felt terribly bad for his condition and his stress levels worsens it.

Then, once we sat down. I opened up my phone and started to write on my Google Docs. Since, of course, I didn't have a laptop by then. Then out of the blue, my father told me he's going to buy me coffee with the sympathetic look in his eyes. He seems to feel bad despite he's angrier than he already was. So, we ventured to the outside world that borders the interiors of the hospital.

That's where he bought me Starbucks. Despite he's never accepting my sexuality that I've been hiding from him for a decade now. He still felt bad for all he's done. Especially beating me last night, which I never told anyone knowing I deserved it. But I didn't.

Do you know why? Because it's your body, your rules. No one has the right to tell you what you like or not, not even your parents, because this is the way you truly are and can't control it. For those in the LGBTQ+ community…. Be it gay, trans, bi, lesbian, queer, or straight as pasta until it gets wet. You can't feel guilty about what you are and should love yourself for that.

And then, we went back to the hospital as I was enjoying my Pumpkin Spice Caramel Machiato and just because it's overrated doesn't mean it's bad. It's not basic.

Why do you think everyone likes one thing so much and you think liking something that no one wants makes you superior? Grow the fuck up! Let me enjoy my basic mainstream overrated coffee and my underrated glitch core music. Liking something underrated doesn't make you unique. You just have a different taste. Everyone has different preferences.

Oh. Not to break the 4th wall but I am writing all of these on my phone using Google Docs. And no, this novel isn't sponsored by Google.

Anyway, back to the story….

As I was in the hospital, I couldn't shake the feeling as if I was being watched.

If Abby, the newbie in WebNovel as my new colleague didn't give enough stalker vibes towards me isn't bad enough by itself (I'll talk about her here later, don't worry), which is actually a grey area between feeling ecstatic for having a super obsessed fan girl of mine or it's going to be another yandere that's going to ruin my life if Toby alone isn't already bad enough by herself already. Which I broke up with for cheating on me and cucking me with other guys.

I think it is best to stay safe by dropping her as a character from my book. Forgive me for breaking the 4th wall again.

Then suddenly at the hospital, there was a big tom cat coming inside the lobby with a bird in its mouth. And starting to swallow it whole without even chewing it as it tortured the pathetic bird being taken into oblivion while it was being eaten ALIVE.

It was rather horrific, I'd say. But more of terrific if I were to be truthful with you.

The fact that the tom cat swallowed it whole, not leaving a single bone nor feather. The lady janitor didn't have to clean it up anymore with the appeal of satisfaction on her face, first the face of loathing until the harlot cat swallowed it whole while it was alive.

And pretty sure the janitress was thinking of sadistic thoughts more than being relieved to clean up a gory and bloody mess.

And by this time, I got a bit gutted by all this waiting. Wishing Randy was here such as the last time we talked here, flexing my British accent as he mocks me with Harry Potter quotes in a jestful way.

We just so happened to meet here, coincidentally the last time my father, and I had come here.

The fact that I probably reached more than 5,000 words by now within a span of twenty minutes since I secondly came back here with a cup of Pumpkin Spice Caramel Machiato.

Ah, who am I kidding? I just bought a venti sized five shots of espresso and nothing else. If you are a true fan, you would deny that I bought a generic cup of coffee basic white girls like. Ironically speaking….

As my true fan, you would only believe that I like nothing more rather than black coffee or espressos. And to take a break from too much coffee by drinking Lipovitan or Red Bull during the times I played as Majima Goro from the Yakuza game series on my PlayStation 4. Which made me look like the edgy version of a generic weeabo if being one isn't already edgy enough by itself.

However. You all got it wrong. My favourite drink is Monster Energy Drink. I wouldn't want nothing more! I like it better than your regular Starbucks espresso. It was my very first caffeinated drink since I was a teenager that I drink twice daily.

Until I became broke and started to drink Nescafe instant coffee instead. And no, not the 3 in 1 packets! Absolutely disgusting! You take me for a foolish peasant to consume doo door dog water? For an aristocratic vampire prince such as myself? Which I believe to be delusional, really. But in other universes? Perhaps I might be one.

In the apparent world? Delusionally yes, or you could make a conspiracy theory that everything I've written is true, and this is just my journal that I published for all to see and marked it as "FICTION" to prevent revealing my true identity.

We'll never know. That is why I put the first sentence in Volume 2 in the first chapter of Klei's POV. You know, the one that says the Iglesias in the Philippines are a blood cult of angelic vampire hybrids? Hah! Mates and loves, it's fiction, or is it?! I don't know! I am losing my perspection of reality!!!