Chaotic Good

by Whitney Gardner

“Now, come! Help me battle the level-six tentacle-weed demon in the garden.”

Lincoln wonders why dressing as a guy is easier than existing as a girl. Being boy-Cam is easy, a cakewalk compared to the comments section. There’s no way he’ll ever see that.

When some jerk released your phone number to the masses, how many disgusting calls did you have to answer? Did you switch your number when it happened? Or did you weather it out?” “But I didn’t—” “It’s the Internet, after all, so I assume you’ve gotten some, no?”

It’s obvious from their comments that they don’t actually know anything about me. They just needed someone to hate. Someone to fill the endless hours of their empty lives. A villain to make them feel like heroes.

“You’re gonna knock their socks off. And then you can knit them new socks. And that will impress them even more, so, you know, you’ll need more socks.” “Oookay, weirdo,” I groan. “Love you.” “Love you.”