u/Jeez_ballz_69

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were canine bodily wastes. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so intelligent and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke spike pit, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the mess. I was so successful in doing it. I thought, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after school everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, fueling my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea pig. I knew for sure that he would fall for my trap. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple car, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier fish. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by his family jewels. This secured the idea into K's mind through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick skull. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an angry raging bull. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had a devilish smile on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all cherry red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, badly beaten up. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the cops. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's house for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the sofa silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a nasty deed and getting caught. I was laughing uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly happy that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I think it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The storm settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my sad excuse for a life. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain movie.

I viewed it after reaching home. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them and that those without any goals should pass away as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up anger towards me to burst out like an active volcano after being so silent all these months after the incident.

Edit:- This is my third upload. I wrote a 100% original story all on my own and my post was removed by the clown mods. I don't even know what to say except most sub reddit's are biased and don't want to let people speak. And we all know when the last time that happened, during World War II. Now, I honestly believe the moderators of this sub are Nazis.

It was a beautiful evening. The sun hasn't set yet. I[22M] was riding with my "friend" let's name him J[21M, to KFC for the Wednesday Offer. I was already traumatized for being belittled and treated like a piece of body waste of a canine. I needed to get back at J somehow. He owed a lot of money to me, and caused severe psychological suffering. While on the way, we happened to find our mates, who got themselves into an accident of some kind. M looked completely unconscious and bleeding from his head. S was holding M's head on his lap, while sitting on the ground. As soon as J saw them, his emotions were all lit up like the sun. He was very concerned about what happened to them and wanted to help them. As I saw my classmates unconscious body lying on the lap of the other one, bleeding from his head, I thought he was already dead, and yet I didn't even feel a bit of pity, infact I was disgusted by the over exaggerated reactions of my "friend" showing a considerable amount of emotions during the event that was infront of us. As I watched him help his friends into a vehicle and set out to the hospital, I was barely controlling my rage breaking, remembering all the times I was humiliated, all the times I was treated as a fly, while he was giving me advices about going back, all I was thinking was he was showing quite the concern towards them, but not me. I wondered why? I thought. Maybe it's because I am nothing but an easy push-over. Someone that can easily be taken slightly off. I was extremely disgusted by the concern that J was exhibiting. I remembered all the times he ignored me, and now looking at his mate being hurt, this offspring of a canine was showing various emotions at the same time. I was nauseous and wanted to vomit. I was even thinking of my meal being delayed because of this roadblock which I considered as a major inconvenience. They were sent on their way to the hospital. We went back to park their ride and we were on our way to KFC. I sure was hungry. But I also had a spectacular plan. A simply answer of no. He thought of visiting them in the hospital after the meal. Poor little thing thought, we would go through that road. I said that the road was bad and we should go through the highway. He expressions were quite bad during the meal. Like something was upsetting him. And I knew what it was. He was worried about the severity of the condition his mate was in. And I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted him to suffer psychologically as I have suffered because of him. I knew I'll never see the day that my money will ever be returned. But his despair was priceless to me. It was sweeter than all the treats I could have bought with the debt he owed.

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were 🐶 tu*ds. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so 🤓 and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke 🗡️ 🕳️, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the 🩸 one. I was so successful in doing it. I 🤔, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after 🏫 everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, ⛽ my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea 🐷. I knew for sure that he would fall for my 🪤. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple 🚗, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier 🐟. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by the ⚽s. This secured the 💡 into K's 🧠 through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick 💀. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an 😡 raging 🐂. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had a 😈 on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all 🍒 red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, 🤕. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the 🚓. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's 🏡 for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the 💺 silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a 🤢 deed and getting caught. I was 😂 uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly 😁 that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I 🤔 it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The 🌪️ settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating ☢️.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my 😭 excuse for a 🧬. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain 🎥.

I viewed it after reaching 🏠. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should ☠️ as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up 🤬 towards me to burst out like an 🌋 after being so 😶 all these months after the incident.

Edit:- This is my second upload. I wrote a 100% original story all on my own and my post was removed by the 🤡 mods. I don't even know what to say except most sub reddit's are biased and don't want to let people speak. And we all know when the last time that happened, during World War II.

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were 🐶 tu*ds. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so 🤓 and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke 🗡️ 🕳️, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the 🩸 one. I was so successful in doing it. I 🤔, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after 🏫 everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, ⛽ my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea 🐷. I knew for sure that he would fall for my 🪤. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple 🚗, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier 🐟. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by the ⚽s. This secured the 💡 into K's 🧠 through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick 💀. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an 😡 raging 🐂. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had 😈 on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all 🍒 red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, 🤕. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the 🚓. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's 🏡 for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the 💺 silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a 🤢 deed and getting caught. I was 😂 uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly 😁 that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I 🤔 it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The 🌪️ settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating ☢️.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my 😭 excuse for a 🧬. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain 🎥.

I viewed it after reaching 🏠. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should ☠️ as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up 🤬 towards me to burst out like an 🌋 after being so 😶 all these months after the incident.

Back when I was 16, something happened that still sticks with me. Not because of guilt, but because of the satisfaction that comes from a plan working exactly when it's supposed to.

K had been getting under my skin for months. He acted all smart and thought he was better than me at studies, which started to infuriate me by a lot. It was like he was continuously triggering me to explode. He made sure I knew it, making silent but deadly trigger points making me suffer psychologically.

I didn't explode. I chose the silent and sneaky way. I purposely orchestrated a master plan right at that moment, and I just started watching for an opportunity.

That opportunity came in the form of a phase I pretended to have for exactly two days. I scratched a couple of beat up cars with a compass while walking home from school. K was with me, watching. I made it look like impulsive mischief, just a dumb thrill. On the second day, I deliberately picked a high end car that happened to be parked along our route. It wasn't random. It was bait. I saw the opportunity to key some cars to manipulate K into becoming a vandal. I didn't know when, but I sure knew it was going to happen tomorrow or sooner.

And it did.

Days later, K, J, and I were walking again. K got excited and decided to scratch a car himself. Big mistake. The driver was still inside. The guy burst out, massive, middle aged, pure rage. I didn't watch. But I knew at an instant that he got caught, the driver was grabbing him. And me and J ran and took cover far away. We both bolted at the same time.

I didn't feel fear this time. I had a devilish smile on my face when the owner of the car came at him while I ran away. This was my way of traumatizing him back. He traumatized me by belittling me with his test scores, and now the consequences finally touched him. He was keying and got wrecked.

We came back later to find K's mother and an older cousin at the scene. K had been slapped around and yelled at, his face marked with red welts. No blood, but he looked wrecked. The driver had left after the mother argued and threatened a police complaint she never filed.

Then she and the cousin turned on us.

We were summoned to K's house like criminals. K sat on the sofa, beaten. Instead of focusing on the grown man who hit her son, his mother lectured us. "You don't run. You fight together. That's not what friends do." The cousin piled on, genuinely arguing we should have stayed and fought the man. This guy was huge. What were three skinny teenagers supposed to do? They looked at us like we were the real villains. I sat there silent as they scolded us, but inside I was finally able to trigger his mother too.

That's the entitlement I'll never forget. They honestly believed we owed it to K to take a beating in solidarity. Not to call for help or find an adult, no, to physically fight a raging stranger on his behalf. I felt zero pity for K. Just disgust at two grown women who directed their venom at frightened kids instead of holding their son accountable. I even apologized, swallowing my ego because I had no choice. It meant nothing.

I didn't scratch that car. I didn't force K to do it. I just orchestrated it and stepped back. I wasn't his personal bodyguard. I ran out of calculation, not fear, and I'd do it again. The entitled people in that house weren't the teenagers, they were the adults who thought a 16 year old should have let himself get beaten, too.

After he got hit, I was waiting for his father's response any day now. A year after K got assaulted, his father struck up a conversation with me out of nowhere. Casual, friendly even. He asked what I wanted to do with my life. I said I hadn't figured it out.

Then he told me to pay attention to the final dialogue of a specific movie. I found it. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them, and that those without any goals should die as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

He never mentioned his son. Never raised his voice. But I had just told him I had no plans, no direction. And he did respond with a suicidal sentence. His father, whom I have seen very little times, must have definitely had some pent up anger towards the person who left his son to get beat up.

I heard it. I think I was meant to.

And honestly? It was the final confirmation. I hadn't just gotten back at K. I was able to trigger his mother and a lot of time later his father too. I won so completely I didn't even have to say it out loud.

Back when I was 16, something happened that still sticks with me. Not because of guilt—but because of the sheer entitlement.

I had a stupid phase for exactly two days where I scratched cars with a compass while walking home from school. Just old, beat-up ones on the first day; a high-end car that happened to be parked along my route on the second. I wanted the thrill of being a vandal. My friend K (15 at the time) was with me both days, watching. Then I stopped. I didn't want to make it a habit.

Apparently, the seed was planted.

Days later, K, our other friend J, and I were walking again. K got excited and decided to scratch a car himself. Big mistake. The driver was still inside. The guy burst out—massive, middle-aged, pure rage. J and I bolted immediately. Adrenaline. Fear. I wasn't about to get beaten for something I didn't do. We assumed K ran, too.

He didn't.

We came back later to find K's mother and an older cousin at the scene. K had been slapped around and yelled at, his face marked with red welts. No blood, but he looked wrecked. The driver had left after the mother argued and threatened a police complaint she never filed.

Then she and the cousin turned on us.

We were summoned to K's house like criminals. K sat on the sofa, beaten. Instead of focusing on the grown man who hit her son, his mother lectured us. "You don't run. You fight together. That's not what friends do." The cousin piled on, genuinely arguing we should have stayed and fought the man. This guy was huge. What were three skinny teenagers supposed to do? They looked at us like we were the real villains.

That's the entitlement I'll never forget. They honestly believed we owed it to K to take a beating in solidarity. Not to call for help or find an adult—no, to physically fight a raging stranger on his behalf. I sat there silent as they scolded us, but inside I was filled with nothing but contempt. I felt zero pity for K. Just disgust at two grown women who directed their venom at frightened kids instead of holding their son accountable.

I even apologized, swallowing my ego because I had no choice. It meant nothing.

I didn't scratch that car. I didn't force K to do it. I wasn't his personal bodyguard. I ran out of fear, and I'd do it again. The entitled people in that house weren't the teenagers—they were the adults who thought a 16-year-old should have let himself get beaten, too.

A year after K got assaulted, his father struck up a conversation with me out of nowhere. Casual, friendly even. He asked what I wanted to do with my life. I said I hadn't figured it out.

Then he told me to pay attention to the final dialogue of a specific movie.

I found it. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should die as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

He never mentioned his son. Never raised his voice. But I had just told him I had no plans, no direction. And then that line. I still don't know if it was a grudge delivered quietly. But I heard it. I think I was meant to.

I[M16] was walking along the block with two of my classmates who are also my friends K[M15] and J[M15]. Both of them live nearby. After school was done, we spent time together discussing our hobbies, studies, movies etc. This particular day, my friend K got a little too excited about scratching a car with a compass, because he saw me scratching a few cars while we walked around the block the other day. The thing is when he scratched the car, the driver was still inside. As soon as he heard the car being scratched he literally barged out like a raging bull. His size was enormous and he looked well over middle-aged. At that very moment, my friend J and I ran as far as we could because we didn't want to get attacked.

We thought, our friend K ran away too.

But, when we came back after some time, we could see from afar that my friend K's mother was at the scene along with an older female cousin. It looked like he got beat up pretty bad. He got slapped multiple times and was yelled at by the driver. The driver left as the mother argued and said she would file a police complaint. They then left. Me and my friend J went back to our own homes. Later K's mother called my mother and J's mother and informed them about the incident and why we would run away instead of standing on our ground. We went to his home. We saw K, sitting on a sofa, all beaten up. There wasn't any visible blood or bumps. But, there were visible scars from when a person gets slapped hard. His mother was all about defending his son and that he is just a boy. The driver shouldn't have beaten him. A simple matter of compensation would have fixed it up no problem. And the cousin was all like what the driver did was unforgivable. You guys shouldn't have left him alone and stranded. You should have fought together. What you did was not something friends do.

I don't know what my friend J was thinking. But my inner thoughts were starting with the word which starts with the letter F. And it contained a lot of words and sentences that had that word in them, with every sentence describing his mom and cousin with extreme detail as unforgivable c*n ts. I don't think I'm responsible for this any bit. I have no part in this. I didn't want to get beat up, so I obviously ran. My adrenaline kicked in, and I ran as fast as I could with my friend J who also did the same thing. It was a pep talk. And it was all about how much of a bad friend we were.

I honestly think his mom thought we were the bad guys instead of the one who beat her son up.

I think she thought we were jerks for leaving him to get assaulted.

She didn't even give a police complaint and started giving US a real big talk.

We apologized to him. I'm someone who would never apologise for something I didn't do wrong. And yet I ate up my ego and apologized to him.

AITJ for escaping while my friend got assaulted?

So I (23M) have this classmate (22F) who's been in basically all my classes for four years. In four years, she has genuinely never spoken to me — well, okay, there was this one time like a year before all this where we had the most forgettable small talk ever. Barely even counts.

So you can imagine how weird it was when she randomly DMed me out of nowhere in a panic asking for cash.

Around the same time I found out through a friend that she was apparently hitting up a bunch of other classmates too — and the wild part? She was giving everyone a totally different emergency story.

She also asked me in the same message if I knew any good loan apps she could use. She also asked if I knew any good loan apps she could use. I just told her I didn't know and left it at that.

Here is the exact text exchange:

15/11/2025

17:27 - Classmate: [My Name], [Classmate Name] this side

17:27 - Classmate: I need your help

17:38 - [Missed Voice Call] (I purposefully didn't pick it up as talking would have made the situation even worse.)

18:04 - Classmate: Hello?? Are you there??

18:07 - Me: What happened?

18:08 - Classmate: Im stuck up with some fake loan app fraud and they are blackmailing me now with some edited pictures

Can you please lend me 1k/2k [local currency, enough to buy 28-57 Traditional Kitkat Bars] ill pay you back on time I swear on my parents

18:09 - Me: I'm sorry to hear that. But my parents stopped lending me money after they got to know I have 20 backlogs.

18:09 - Classmate: I just need to get out of this shit

18:10 - Classmate: Can you tell me some loan apps which will give me loan i already 2 loans to repay

18:11 - Me: I suggest you go to the police station. Blackmails don't end well.

18:12 - Classmate: But tonight I need to pay back or else something might happen

18:13 - Me: Then you better hurry to the police station.

(One month later. When she messaged me this second time, I was already having a lot of trouble trying to get 8k \[local currency\] back from the exact same friend who had warned me about her other chat requests.)

13/12/2025

13:55 - Classmate: Can you lend me 300 [local currency] ??

14:18 - Me: I don't know. Can I? 🫩

14:19 - Classmate: I'll be grateful if you will help me

14:20 - Me: And I will regret it if I did.

14:20 - Classmate: I'll pay you back soon within 2 days itself but rn I really need help

14:22 - Me: That's what they all say before they blocked me right after. This isn't my first Rodeo. I'm in no stage of lending money at this moment.

14:23 - Classmate: Ik but you can trust me ill pay you back

14:24 - Me: I already told you I don't have it at the moment.

14:25 - Classmate: Okay

She never messaged me again after that. I don't really feel bad about not lending her anything — I genuinely didn't have it to give. But I do keep thinking about how I got a little sassy when she asked a second time. That part's been bugging me. AITBA?

Edit:- To people who think she was hacked, stop it. She wasn't hacked. I can see her current status every time she is just enjoying herself partying, so no, I don't think she was hacked. And also, from the way she chatted with me, I could understand that it was her. And for those who think it's AI, we'll I don't care anymore. You could just be a fart of Omnipotent AI and you don't even know it yet. I used Kitkat bars as a way of showing the value of my currency around the world.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese.

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 [worth 228 KitKat bars]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese. TL;DR

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 \[worth 228 KitKat bars\]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese.

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 [worth 228 KitKat bars]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

So I (23M) have this classmate (22F) who's been in basically all my classes for four years. In four years, she has genuinely never spoken to me — well, okay, there was this one time like a year before all this where we had the most forgettable small talk ever. Barely even counts.

So you can imagine how weird it was when she randomly DMed me out of nowhere in a panic asking for cash.

Around the same time I found out through a friend that she was apparently hitting up a bunch of other classmates too — and the wild part? She was giving everyone a totally different emergency story.

She also asked me in the same message if I knew any good loan apps she could use. She also asked if I knew any good loan apps she could use. I just told her I didn't know and left it at that.

Here is the exact text exchange:

15/11/2025

17:27 - Classmate: [My Name], [Classmate] this side

17:27 - Classmate: I need your help

17:38 - Missed Voice Call (I purposefully didn't pick it up as talking would have made the situation even worse.)

18:04 - Classmate: Hello?? Are you there??

18:07 - Me: What happened?

18:08 - Classmate: Im stuck up with some fake loan app fraud and they are blackmailing me now with some edited pictures

Can you please lend me 1k/2k [local currency, enough to buy 28-57 Traditional Kitkat Bars] ill pay you back on time I swear on my parents

18:09 - Me: I'm sorry to hear that. But my parents stopped lending me money after they got to know I have 20 backlogs.

18:09 - Classmate: I just need to get out of this shit

18:10 - Classmate: Can you tell me some loan apps which will give me loan i already 2 loans to repay

18:11 - Me: I suggest you go to the police station. Blackmails don't end well.

18:12 - Classmate: But tonight I need to pay back or else something might happen

18:13 - Me: Then you better hurry to the police station.

(One month later. When she messaged me this second time, I was already having a lot of trouble trying to get 8k [local currency] back from the exact same friend who had warned me about her other chat requests.)

13/12/2025

13:55 - Classmate: Can you lend me 300 [local currency] ??

14:18 - Me: I don't know. Can I? 🫩

14:19 - Classmate: I'll be grateful if you will help me

14:20 - Me: And I will regret it if I did.

14:20 - Classmate: I'll pay you back soon within 2 days itself but rn I really need help

14:22 - Me: That's what they all say before they blocked me right after. This isn't my first Rodeo. I'm in no stage of lending money at this moment.

14:23 - Classmate: Ik but you can trust me ill pay you back

14:24 - Me: I already told you I don't have it at the moment.

14:25 - Classmate: Okay

She never messaged me again after that. I don't really feel bad about not lending her anything — I genuinely didn't have it to give. But I do keep thinking about how I got a little sassy when she asked a second time. That part's been bugging me. AITA?