❝Hello, this is Blue Skies helpline, here to assist you during emotional stress. How can I help you?❞
❝Hey, erm, so this is the guy from before.❞
❝Hello The Guy From Before.❞
❝That's not my name.❞
❝Then what is your good name, sir?❞
❝Ethan.❞
❝Ah, Ethan. How can I assist you?❞
❝Don't go all formal adult on me, I know you're not that old.❞
❝You do?❞
❝Mhmm.❞
❝And you think only old people can speak formally and maturely?❞
❝. . .Well I didn't say that, now did I?❞
❝What do you want Ethan?❞
❝Help. This is a helpline, isn't it? I want help.❞
❝Um, what sort of help? Are you alright?❞
❝Partly.❞
❝What is that supposed to mean?❞
❝I am not alright. Something's happened, which has pretty much shattered my soul. It was so unexpected and frightening that—that I may have shed a few tears. Which, by the way, is totally unlike me. I don't cry. Boys don't cry.❞
»Call Ended«
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Childish
Short Story❝Hi, I finished my free trial of adulthood and am no longer interested. Therefore, I wanna cancel my subscription. Is there a manager I can speak to?❞ in which a messed up, drunken boy calls the local helpline, asking for his childhood back.
