A FORMAL LETTER OF COMPLAINT, DISRESPECT, AND EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
(Written by Neko Neko. Victim. Witness. Survivor.)
Dear Author.
Yes.
You.
Before you pretend this is a cute bit and scroll comfortably—sit up.
I am writing this letter with my entire tiny soul, and I would like it noted for the record that I am doing so under extreme emotional distress.
My name is Neko Neko.
You know me.
The koala.
The observer.
The unpaid therapist.
The creature who did not sign up to witness Andrew's Labor Drama Arc™ in 4K Ultra HD with surround sound pheromones.
And yet.
Here we are.
SUBJECT: FORMAL COMPLAINT REGARDING CHAPTER 141
(AKA: "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME")
Let's begin professionally.
On the day in question, I was:
asleep,
minding my business,
dreaming about eucalyptus and peace.
Then.
Andrew screamed.
Not a "oh no" scream.
Not a "Tina?" scream.
No.
This was a full-bodied, soul-leaving, bloodline-ending scream.
"TIIIIINAAAAAAA—"
I woke up mid-air.
