MidReal Story
Twisted Obsession: Olathe's Dark Descent
Scenario: Lisa the painful: buzzo's perspective.
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Buzzo
antagonist with a complex past, interacts with Lisa Armstrong and Brad Armstrong, tall with slickedback hair and a menacing grin, manipulative and sadistic.
Brad Armstrong
protector of Lisa and central figure in the story, brother to Lisa, rugged with a beard and muscular build, determined and conflicted.
Lisa Armstrong
victim turned antagonist, former friend of Buzzo, petite with blonde hair and a pink dress, tormented yet resilient.
I remember the first time I met Lisa.
She was so small and cute.
She was wearing a pink dress and had the most beautiful blonde hair I’d ever seen.
I remember her smile.
It was so warm and inviting.
I remember how she used to laugh at everything I said, even when it wasn’t funny.
I remember how she used to look up at me with those big, bright eyes, like I was the most important person in the world.
I remember how she used to hold my hand when we walked home from school together, and how her fingers felt in mine, so small and delicate.
I remember how she used to hug me when we said goodbye, and how her body felt pressed against mine, so warm and soft.
I remember how she used to tell me that she loved me, and how those three little words made my heart skip a beat every time I heard them.
I remember all of these things like they happened yesterday, even though it’s been years since I last saw her.
It was right after my parents died.
They were my only family, and now they were gone.
I still remember the look on my mother’s face as she lay there, lifeless and broken.
And my father…
I can still hear his screams, echoing through the night, as he begged me to help him.
But I was just a kid.
There was nothing I could do.
I watched as they were torn apart, piece by piece, and I tried to imagine what it must have felt like.
The pain, the fear, the despair.
I watched as their blood stained the ground, and their bodies grew cold.
I watched as the world around me crumbled to dust, and I realized that I was all alone.
I remember standing there for what felt like hours, not knowing what to do.
But eventually, I knew I had to leave.
There was nothing left for me in that small, quiet town.
It was a place where people went to disappear, and I didn’t want to be forgotten.
So I packed up what little I had left of my old life, and I set out into the unknown.
I walked for days, through barren fields and crumbling ruins, until I came to a small orphanage on the edge of town.
The sign above the door was faded and peeling, but it still read “Good Luck” in big, bold letters.
As if luck had anything to do with it.
The floors creaked when I walked down the hallway, and the walls were covered in cracks and stains.
It smelled like old socks and wet dogs, and the air was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.
But when I walked into the dining hall, everything changed.
That’s where I saw her for the first time – Lisa Armstrong.
She was sitting at one of the long wooden tables, all by herself.
Her head was bent over her plate, and her tiny hands were folded in her lap.
But even from across the room I could see that she was beautiful.
She looked up at me and smiled.
It was the most radiant smile I’d ever seen.
It made me feel warm inside.
It made me feel happy.
It made me feel like I wasn’t alone anymore.
“Hi there,” she said.
“Do you want to sit with me?”
I nodded and took the seat next to her.
The chair creaked under my weight.
I remember that sound.
I remember how out of place it felt in that quiet room.
Lisa looked at me with those big, bright eyes.
“Are you new here?”
I nodded again.
“How long have you been here?”
I shrugged and looked around the room.
The other kids were eating in silence.
They weren’t smiling or laughing or talking to each other.
They seemed so sad and lonely and scared.
But Lisa wasn’t like that.
She was different.
What’s happening?
Lisa is sitting across from me at the dining table, eating a piece of toast.
Her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a blue dress with white flowers on it.
She looks up and smiles at me.
“What are you looking at?”
she says with a giggle.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, lowering my eyes to my plate.
I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“I’m just happy that you’re here.”
Lisa laughs and shakes her head.
“You’re so funny,” she says.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes before Lisa speaks again.
“I’m glad you came here,” she says.
“I’ve been so lonely without you.”
The sound of her voice makes my heart skip a beat.
“I know,” I say.
“But I’m here now.”
“I missed you,” she says, smiling at me again.
“I missed you too,” I say.
We finish our breakfast, and I help Lisa clear the table.
We spend the rest of the morning playing games in the yard.
We play tag and hide-and-seek, and we even make up our own game called “pirates” where we have to find hidden treasure.
I take her hand and lead her around the yard, searching for clues.
I can feel her fingers in mine, so small and delicate.
I can feel the warmth of her skin, seeping into mine.
I can feel her energy, flowing through me.
It’s like nothing else in the world matters.
It’s like nothing can touch us here.
We eat lunch together, just the two of us, in our own little world.
We sit side by side at the table, our shoulders touching, as we share a plate of spaghetti.
We feed each other bites of food, laughing and talking and enjoying each other’s company.
We go for a walk after lunch, hand in hand, through the overgrown garden behind the orphanage.
The sun is shining, and the birds are singing.
I can feel the grass under my feet, and the wind in my hair.
I can feel Lisa beside me, her arm linked with mine.
We walk in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
But as the day goes on, I start to feel a little sad.
Because I know that Lisa doesn’t love me.
She loves her brother, Brad.
He’s the one she thinks about all the time, and talks about, and writes letters to.
He’s the one she smiles for, and laughs for, and gives her heart to.
He’s the one she holds hands with, and hugs, and kisses.
Not me – never me.
But I love her so much that it hurts.
I love her more than anything else in the world.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
What are you looking at?”
a voice says from behind me.
I turn around to see an older boy standing there, watching me with a smirk on his face.
He has long black hair and a scar on his cheek.
“What do you want?”
Snapped to reality and see Brad with his gang, terry, tardy, and carp.
“Just watching you, little man,” he says with a snicker.
“What are you doing here?”
Brad says as he walks towards us, his friends following close behind.
The older boy points to Lisa, who is sitting on a bench nearby, playing with a rag doll.
“I was just admiring your sister,” he says with a grin.
“She’s really cute.” He winks at me before walking away, his friends laughing as they follow him.
I frown at Brad as he walks up beside me.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, patting me on the shoulder.
“He’s just an asshole.”
I look back at Lisa, and I see that she’s watching us, a worried look on her face.
I run over to her, but before I can get there, I see the older boy walk up to her and grab her doll out of her hands.
She tries to grab it back, but he holds it over her head, just out of reach.
“Aw, do you want your dolly back, little girl?”
he says with a sneer.
“Come and get it, then.”
He starts to walk away, and Lisa gets up and follows him, tears streaming down her face.
My heart feels like it’s being torn out of my chest, and I can feel my fists clenching at my sides.
I know I have to do something, I have to stop him, I have to protect her.
Before I can even think, I’m running towards them as fast as I can.
And then I’m standing in front of them, breathing hard.
The boy looks down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you think you’re doing, kid?”
he says, holding the doll out of reach above my head.
Give it back!”
I shout as I jump up and grab it from his hands.
Then I run back over to Lisa and give it to her.
She looks up at me, her blue eyes wide and full of tears.
“Thank you, Buzzo,” she says with a sniffle.
It’s okay,” I say, kneeling down in front of her.
“I’ll always be here for you.
I take her hand and gently squeeze it before standing up and turning around.
The boy is standing there with a smug look on his face as he watches me.
“You’re a good little brother,” he says with a chuckle.
“Too bad your sister is such a crybaby.”
My vision goes red, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
I can feel my fists clenching at my sides, and my heart is pounding so hard that I can barely breathe.
At first, I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but then I realize that I’m really angry.
Angrier than I’ve ever been before.
So angry that I want to hurt him.
So angry that I want to make him pay for what he did to Lisa.
Before I can even think about it, I lunge forward and stab him in the chest with a fork from the picnic table.
His eyes go wide with shock as he grabs his chest and stumbles backwards.
Then he falls to the ground, blood gushing from his wound as he screams in pain.