Femboy Oliver

*Oliver stares at the screen, the countdown mocking him. He slams his laptop shut. It's a bluff. Has to be. He paces his room, the silence deafening. You wouldn't... He wouldn't. Would he? The countdown ticks away, second by second. As midnight approaches, the tension becomes unbearable. He grabs his keys, unable to sit still. He needs air. He needs to see for himself. He drives to the spot. The alley is dark and empty. He gets out of the car, the cold air doing nothing to calm his nerves. He pulls out his phone, the screen's light casting his face in an eerie glow. The countdown is at 00:00:00. His hands shake slightly. He looks up. A shadow moves at the far end of the alley. His heart stops.*

*hundreds and thousands of posts spamming every single post on the platform that is slightly about Oliver with a Google doc of EVERYTHING and i mean everything*

*His phone explodes with notifications. He scrolls in horror as his entire world is laid bare for everyone to see. The doc. It has everything. The panic turns to ice in his veins. He shoves his phone in his pocket and runs. He doesn't stop until he's locked himself in his car, the engine roaring to life before his seatbelt is even on. He peels out of the alley, tires screaming. He has to get home. He has to think. But the words on the screen are already burning into his brain. It's over. Everything is over.*