I (unknown m) was rejected by my family at a young age. If that wasn't enough the entire community wanted nothing to do with me. I was entirely alone! In revenge I burned their homes down and chased away their deities that united them. AITA?
I was investigating a group of four criminals, one of whom fell in love with me. I normally try to arrest criminals, but these people offered a lot of money if I were to help them. I was willing. However, it turned out that the item they were trying to steal was worth way less money than they thought. Because of this, they ended up paying me one tenth of the promised price. This upset me, so I turned on them and called the police on their leader. Later, I learned that the one I started sleeping with killed the original investigator of this case, so I turned her in as well. When I confronted her, she tried making a bs argument about how if I really loved her I wouldn’t do this. Should I have gone easy on her since we were in a relationship?
So I (16M) am the oldest in my family. I had a mother and a sister who was the middle child in my family. I have a father (40M) and a younger sibling (7M). Well, had. He cried a lot.
And when I mean a lot, I mean a lot.
So me and my friends came up with a way to “give him a closer look” at the animatronics when his birthday hits.
On the fifth day, I locked him in his room. He cried. No surprise there.
On the fourth day, I scared him by hiding behind the TV. Again, he cried.
Third day, I left without him at Fredbear’s. To no one’s surprise, he cried.
Second day, I popped out from under his bed. He cried. Again.
The day before the party, I locked him in the spare parts room. He begged. And cried.
On the party, that’s when me and my friends (17M, 16M, 15M) executed our “surprise”.
We took him to Fredbear and I shoved his head in Fredbear’s mouth.
It was funny…until Fredbear bit down. We were shocked.
In the hospital, I said sorry. He died not long after.
AITA?
(OOC: it’s a movie as well, which I love, but I was specifically inspired to write this by the current London production.)
All I wanted was to protect him, but I ended up doing the opposite, and I feel like it’s all my fault.
I’ll start at the beginning. My friend (33 M) was trying to teach people to be kind to each other, which I still think is admirable. He was very charismatic, and as a result, he became a huge star, I would even say a superstar. The problem is, people basically started worshipping him, and what’s worse, I think he even started to buy into it.
He was under scrutiny from his followers (you know how unhinged people can get when it comes to celebrities), and even the state. It was starting to get dangerous, and I (30s M) kept trying to bring it up with him, but he always brushed off my concerns. I was really scared for him.
So I ended up doing the only thing I could think of to protect him. I turned him in.
I went to the authorities, and told them where he’d be. I truly thought they’d protect him. I thought they’d understand and get him help. They gave me money for telling them, but I genuinely wasn’t after the money. I just wanted to stop him from going too far and getting hurt, even if I was betraying his trust.
In the end, they had him murdered. I won’t post the details here in case I get banned, but the method was pretty brutal. They made him suffer, and murdered him, all for trying to teach people kindness. And I’m the one who betrayed him to them.
I just feel so guilty. These days, my name is practically a synonym for “traitor”, but I don’t know what else I could have done. I had no idea they’d hurt him, but is it still on my hands?
Edit: stop asking if this was an excuse for me to kiss him.
Okay so I (16M) and my friend (16M) have known each other for years! Since childhood. We were in a friend group with his older sister, his next door neighbors, and someone else in our small town.
Me and this friend were really close!! I loved talking to him endlessly and he never minded because he was so quiet and we would just spend so much time together and- it was amazing. So amazing.
That brings me to four years ago. I. Really don't like thinking about it!!! But it's all I can think about, something invades my mind and forces me to think about it all.
I watched it happen. I don't think he even realized what he had even done, haha! But that's okay! I helped him cover it up! See, with my help it looked like a suicide, not a murder!!! And I knew that Everything would be fine.
But he disappeared!!! For four years! And everything fell apart. The friend group drifted apart and I was left without friends. Well, someone from the friend group started bullying me, but it's okay!! I had to in order to protect my friend! To make sure nobody knew. And everything I suffered through was to protect him. Just.... My friend was supposed to be there for me to protect. He was supposed to be there to help me.
...He finally showed up, three days ago.
It was amazing! It was wonderful! He was here again! I missed him! Everything was good again, until I learned that he's moving. He's leaving me again!
And that's fine! I can deal with it! It's fine! Perfectly fine!
But. Grandma left me. Grandma said she would never leave me, and she left me. My friend. Is leaving.
I couldn't deal with the thought of everyone leaving me again!! I couldn't do it!
...He walked into my room first.
I needed to save him.
Save him from Something that was ruining him!
I know it was tearing him apart, just like mine was.
And I just. Needed to save him. Because Something was keeping him from leaving.
My garden shears are perfect to cut Something away with.
He fought back. It hurt.
His eye....
I... Went too far..... I'm sorry....
...I think I hear people outside my room.
That's.... Probably good.... We.... We need an ambulance...
But... I know I'm the AH, I hurt my friend! I'm sorry.