Anon: Pedophile? Weeaboo? Or both?
Now, I’m really insecure about my age, so I don’t like telling the truth— But when I did to one person, it certainly didn’t seem to matter to him.
Let me start off with telling a couple things that you might wanna keep in mind: I’m a girl, twelve years old, and one thing that I really hate to do is make people sad or angry. It makes me sick to my stomach.
I like watching anime when I have freetime, but one thing I love is roleplaying my favorite characters. I’ve roleplayed alot of homestuck characters…Jane, Nepeta, Roxy, ect. ect. But I wanted to try something different for once, maybe someone from an anime I liked? Oh, how about Stocking from PSG? What a good idea, anon!
Nope.
Worst idea ever.
And thats where this all began.
After making an account on FB, I searched around and realized that this was going to be difficult. There were tons of people who roleplayed PSG. Tons. So, I just added others that appeared in the “People you may know” box. I found someone who looked interesting. Let’s call him P (..lol). Now, P roleplayed an OC, and when I added him, I started off how I started all RP’s for Stocking, with a simple “hi sweetstuff!” Or something along those lines. It took me a while to realize that his character was a little…odd. His OC was german, and was actually a PSG fancharacter, and the genderbent Stocking. Also, he was apparently the ghost that Stocking fell in love with in one of the episodes. It was seriously the first convo, and he already replied with “I…I love you! -she hugs her, tickles her onchinchin, ect.-” It was….really bad, but I didn’t want to say anything, so I just kept going. Then, he started chatting to me out of character, telling me all about his character. How he loved money and bondage.
Yep, bondage.
Getting a little uncomfortable, I tried to change the topic. He told me that he’s been through like five other stockings, but they’ve all left for some strange reason. Then, he said that I seemed like a really nice person and that he wanted to get to know me better. At the time, I was just thinking he was a decent person, and that a new friend would be nice— so we talked out of character alot. But then, when we started RPing again— he tried to E-RP with me. I didn’t want to at all, but I felt bad. I also thought that he would only be about 14, since he said things like “Stocking-chan” and “You’re sooooooooo cute! >3<” and stuff like that. But it made me feel so uncomfortable that I was seriously begging one of my friends to just finish it for me…Bluh. Sooner or later, it came to the personal stuff. And by that I mean he asked me how old I was. I told him to tell me first. He said he was insecure about his age, so again, chances are he would probably be younger. But no, guess how old he was?
Guess.
18.
I was so suprised, and I felt so disgusted. But that one was probably my fault— I mean most people who RP are around that age, i guess. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I should’ve ended those weird RP’s when I had the chance, and in a panic, I said that I was 15.
Oops.
I decided I had to forget about it, and just keep it at friends now. Not good friends— just friends. So one day, I was playing Amnesia with some of my friends and we were streaming it. And, being the idiot I am, I invited him to watch my livestream. He saw that I had a skype, and asked me if I could add him. So we added each other. He talked to me everyday, and since he lived in Malaysia, he would get on at like 7AM just to talk to me. After about one day, he started sending me hearts and stuff. I could only hope that he meant it in a platonic way. Then, we talked about people we liked. He said that he liked one girl over the internet. He talked to her everyday. I asked him to tell me and he said that he couldn’t. At this point, it was obvious who he liked, so I tried to get him to back off by saying how I liked someone in my school and how he was so cute and stuff like that..But it didn’t work. Now, he started getting too lovey-dovey with me, and I decided I needed to tell him the truth about my age so we would stop talking. I was so nervous about being judged for being 12, and I didn’t want to make him angry. I seriously couldn’t bring my self to do it. I would have an anxiety attack. So, I had my friend tell him through my skype. When it was all over, I asked her what happened, and she told me it didn’t go well. The look on my face was just…uhg. I was scared to look at what he said. But when my friend said that it didn’t go as planned, she meant he didn’t CARE that I was 12. He said “I hope I’m not too old for you :S” Actually, that convo made things even worse.
He started calling me cute, and getting even more “friendly” with me. He would always ask me questions about what I liked, what I did. It got so out of hand, that I had to have my friends remind him of my age. He told one of them that age doesn’t matter, and I just felt so weird. I was really scared. I didn’t normally care about these types of things, because when others found out my age, they would just stop talking or just treat me like a little sister— But the fact that he didn’t even take the fact that I was TWELVE into consideration, just made me want to cry. Finally, I lied and said that I was a lesbian, and had my “girlfriend” tell him to back off. But that didn’t keep him away. He told me that we could keep it a secret, and not to tell her anything he said to me. That really pissed me off. And keep in mind, it had only been about 1-3 days since I met him.
P confessed that he loved me. He wrote it out in paragraphs, telling me that age is just a number. And get this— he used roleplaying to tell me this. I felt so bad, i told him that I was sorry. But seriously, it was just…really sad that I had to laugh about it to my friends— but one didn’t really like this guy too much. Lets call him Pico for the hell of it..lol. Pico is one of my best friends. We are like brother and sister. Well, Pico tried to troll P off so he would leave me alone— but it didn’t work.
And here comes the end to my story. Pico got pissed, and told P a shitload of stuff. I started to feel bad for P but i told myself not to. In the end— P went on a butthurt rampage, so I finally told him to fuck off. He blocked all of us, and I haven’t talked to him since.
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