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Chapter #8
... typing [Yeah, my neck's just itchy] and...
by: Unknown
"Your neck is.." she mumbles to herself, in disbelief of the sight before her. You were a pretty in-shape guy, standing up to talk to her you still stood taller than her even without a head. She blushed looking at you. She wondered what you were thinking without any head, while you had no idea her thoughts as she gazed, in awe by your neck. To you it was just a stump, but she loved the clean flat top made by the sword. She thought of all the ways you could've found yourself in this state, whether you found yourself beheaded, leaving the smooth stump or with your strength simply pulled your own head off because 'who needs a head?'.
Back to your mind, you thought she was definitely cute, seeing her smile up. She was distracting from your thoughts over the new revelation. You were headless! It felt awesome. You kinda remember beheading yourself, but push it aside. You don't care how you got here, but here you were. Headless and with a nice girl who seemed about as excited over your lack of head as you were, if not more.
"Want to go for a swim?" you type. She nods gleefully. You put your phone in your trunks pocket, luckily it was waterproof and you still needed to communicate. You both hopped into the pool. The water felt amazing rushing against the top of your neck as you swam through. You looked over to see her giggling, having noticed you being a little focused on your neck. You would smile back at her, but lack the needed parts, so you give her a thumbs up. You keep swimming around underwater, noticing that without a head, you had no need to go up for air. You enjoy swimming around the bottom before you go up to see the girl.
"Wow, that was awesome, no head, no need for air, huh?" she exclaims. You nod your neck in response.
"By the way, my name is Bess" she says with a smile. You type out your name to show her. She smiles before reaching over to touch your stump. It feels surprisingly nice as her fingers run across the top.
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