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i keep seeing u screaming and now im like 👀

Her: Spiderman should not end up with Zendaya I hope his ass stays single

Me: What

Her: I like heroes that sacrifice their personal happiness for the greater good

Me: But I want Peter to be happy :((((

Her: You know the hero’s journey and how they all need a climax… He should lose more people around him

Me: Mf he already lost his aunt his career and all the memories of his friends how much more do you want him to suffer

Her: yeah Spiderman should just die

Me: WHAT

Her: Like Jesus… (she’s hardcore Christian) I like how Jesus sacrificed himself as the savior of the world. Spiderman should sacrifice himself too.

Me: tf do you mean he’s just the savior of New York at best

Her: Idc I like my stories ending clear cut

I think the next paragraph written in a very JD Salinger-esque prose, except I don’t really know his prose. It was along the lines of: “And for the first time ever, I was able to enjoy cinema for itself. No sound effects, no explosions, just dogs and cats. I’ve always liked animals more than people, and maybe that’s why I liked it without the audio. No voices interfering myself, my self, just imagery of these lovely creatures running around, cut by cut, frame by frame.”

I was a rich young hot shot with a bright career ahead in politics and business— generally a soulless bastard. We were holding a business party in a forest to celebrate my engagement with a lady from a big company. She was beautiful but had a fragile heart, and I didn’t bother to look beyond her as a trophy wife, but she was patient with me for some reason.

Among the guests was my twin brother and a well renown detective. My twin brother, we hadn’t seen each other in decades after our parents divorce and I was taken by my mother, while he was taken by my father. My mother died from disease when I was in my teens. While my brother and father continued living in poverty, I made myself a career. My brother did manage to climb up to middle class but our father died from disease too under his care. I did not visit my father’s funeral since he never bothered to visit my mother when she was dying. I looked down on my brother for his mostly unsuccessful life and treated him an inferior being. Despite my vitriol, my brother was mostly apologetic for not supporting me when mother died. While taking care of father he realized how difficult it is to care for a sick person, especially the younger you are.

The detective was just an obligatory ‘inviting a celebrity for prestige points’ and he hated me for that. I probably made a joke about how he could solve a mystery if someone dies here.

Then the incident happened. Funny thing is, the murder that happened during the party was not done by me. At first I didn’t care and even made mean jokes about the victim bc it’s not me. My twin brother went missing for some reason and he was the prime suspect.

Everything is mostly disconnected but there were a few important revelations that may be related to the case:

It turns out my fiancé did meet me before our marriage arrangement… but it was actually my twin brother. She fell in love with him in that short period and was mistaking me for him all along.

mother did not die from disease but was suffocated to death by me. It wasn’t a lie that she was suffering from disease though. Her depression made her verbally abusive. I got fed up with having to live in a wooden shed with a sick bedridden woman so I smothered her with a pillow. I did not feel any remorse. That was my first kill.

Presumably while climbing my way up the ladder I did a string of heinous things. I don’t know what exactly though.