When Bad Fics Get Worse

You are taking a walk, and suddenly find a relatively large boulder blocking your path. Interested, you roll it home, breaking down one of your walls to fit the entirety of its rocky mass inside.

"I will call you Tom," you say. It seems to be a name befitting a large piece of what seems to be igneous rock-- although, not being a geologist of any renown, you really couldn't know or care.

Tom fixes you in his stony glare, and you feel weak and unimportant. Is this how he should be treating his rock-parent? No!

You decide to ground Tom. This will surely teach him not to disrespect you so.

Tom, however, has been under some very hrad times recently. Tom doesn't feel like himself anymore. Tom has been growing hair in strange places and has just not been feeling like himself recently. All of his friends are already metamorphic, and he feels like he should be gneiss, but he just isn't yet. This makes him jealous, and all the other rocks tease him for it.

Tom attempts to express this to you, but nothing happens but for a bit of condensation that runs down his rocklike features.

You place your palm on Tom's smooth shoulderminerals. "It's okay, Tom. I know how it feels-- you just can't be disrespectful. You can't let how you feel affect how you act so overtly."

Tom hangs himself. The end.

this is literally the worst shit I have ever written