Crickle Crackle Pop: How I killed & Cloned my Aunt | Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER:

This is not how the writer feels. This is how the main character Cathy feels. Thank you.

Cathy is an unlikeable person and will be VERY rude to a lot of protected people because she's manic at the moment. At some point, she's gonna crash out at the reader.

Let's begin:

Cathy's point of view

I stood in a stupid flat terrain strewn with ugly, strange-looking trees, gigantic grass, and wildflowers. I can see a small body of water to the north and a stupid, ugly lookin' village to the south. The temperature is very warm and the sky is partially cloudy.

I was pullin' out my hair. I heard singers complain about celeb life, and all that... Just sue them for defamation of character! Lawsuits are a thing! Why complain about rich people problems like "Oh no! My daughter made me sit in first class! Oh no! I got my record deal signed!" When my husband is having an affair with my Aunt!

Those stupid villagers are walking towards me. They're all like "Hi!" And "Do you wanna talk?" No wonder the Russians hate people who are always cheerful.

I'll never understand why Americans don't... Probably because at one point they were the same way and their stupid selves didn't realize how insane and stupid happy people are.

The eastern Europeans always knew how crazy & stupid happy people were. They knew you couldn't be happy all the time unless you were crazy, a thief, or stupid.

One German grandmother told her 5-year-old grandson not to smile all the time like those crazy people. Happiness is foreign to them, so they understand how crazy it is to be so cheerful.

Misery loves miserable company because happy company is &π<✓$#!÷. Not only that, but the Bible even says to mourn with the broken hearted to comfort them. But nooo, all these random strangers gotta be happy all because they don't know me.

My mom's like "But they don't know you! Why wouldn't they be happy? why would they mourn with a stranger they don't even know? Yeah, it'd be amazing if they took time out to mourn with you, but they don't even know you like that. They don't even know you're hurting and why."

Well, they're stupid for having any level of joy! Especially if they have chill lives, no trauma, no serious problems going on and have never had any traumatic experiences.

Happy people are EVIL. My hormones might be making me do this, but I'm so happy babies cry when they're born because that normal. Being grumpy is normal. Being unhappy is normal. Having a hard life is normal. The rich aren't bad because they don't give to the poor, they donate to charity. They're bad because their lives are easy. That includes the YouTubers, the tiktokerz, the celebs, the well off doctors, the well off therapists, the ceo's, even the angels are awful because their lives are good!

Even the nurses! Horrible! Too happy! The only one I'll tolerate being happy is God. It's only because God has to be happy. But nooo, why does God get to have problems while all these worthless, crazy people get to be happy! I hate mentally disabled people because they always seem happy, everyone around feels sad because they feel sorry for them and these morons are so happy because they don't even care they're slow! Screw them, too!

Why can't they be unhappy in their illness like we see them as?! Even the freaking autists are happy! Screw them all!

I hate happy people! Then they call me crazy, like that happy kid with down syndrome, stupid little Charlie, when I accused his mom, Ugly Samantha, of #✓€£!5& my husband! She must have banged him, why would he keep going after Samantha?! She's married to Jason! I might be a little manic, but —±€£ him because he accused me of being crazy! My mind is better than his! He's the one who can't even go out in public! I know he's autistic, but #$@2 him! Screw his autism! He can't tell me I'm crazy because I'm bipolar! I hate all of you!!!

You are my problem, all you do is sit on the computer and do not do anything to fix your own problems, good! I want you to be miserable like me! I hate how comfortable you all are reading this, happy as #$@_ and I want you unhappy!

No P.O.V.

We are sorry. We can no longer be in her pov. She has started crashing out at the reader.

We are so sorry to the mentally disabled, and all the others.

We will have to tell this story in third person. She is no longer stable enough to tell it herself. She is manic.

Back to the story...

Immediately, It seems like she's grabbing a knife and heading...

Oh $#!™!!!

She's heading to her aunt's house!

You are not allowed to see the murder because you have connected to Aunt Margaret a bit.

She will still die, you just won't see it.

To be continued...