Luigi, Where are You?

So I came back from a trip to Sarasaland where Princess Daisy (not me) offered to loan me one of her dresses. I put it on and thought I looked amazing. Then I went out for a walk where suddenly I was ambushed. One minute I was hand-gagged and the next passed out. There were so many of them and I was crowded so much I don’t even know what happened. When I woke up, I found myself bound and gagged on a chair and learned that the kidnappers mistook me for Princess Daisy of Sarasaland while I’m Princess Daisy of Bellitsa. They were planning to lure Luigi in to get his Poltergust (maybe they work for King Boo?) and were using me as bait. I tried to tell them that I’m not the right Daisy but gags have a habit of suppressing speech and I’m worried Luigi may never come…

I am NOT okay. Friday ended my work week absolutely horrifically. There‘s this litter box hoax spreading around that schools are providing litter boxes for students “identifying as cats”. Sounds like a joke but people foolishly believed that and for some reason panicked when in all honesty, it’s just weird but not dangerous. It was revealed to be a hoax to mock trans people as a backlash to greater knowledge and access to healthcare for trans children (which is being revoked anyway sadly). The only actual case where litterboxes were placed in a school for intended usage by the students was in the late 2010s by a school in Colorado. This wasn’t because students were identifying as cats but because the state is still shaken up by the Columbine shooting so litter boxes have been proposed to be used as toilets in cases of emergency lockdowns such as a school shooting where it might be too dangerous for a student to go to the bathroom. Regardless the hoax found its way to Australia and a rumour was spread that a school in Perth, where I live, had them. This was used by my colleagues at work to harass me and they even doubled down saying “12 year olds are getting irreversible gender care” (puberty blockers and HRT ARE reversible) which cut deep because for my childhood I was suppressed into being someone I wasn’t which led to two attempts on my own life and having such care and the knowledge I have today would’ve likely saved me from years of self-loathing and suicide attempts that only failed rather than getting stopped. The incident was so traumatic that I’m still upset as I post this, my mindset is now completely devoid of all hope and I’m even too scared to leave my own house in case something happens to me. I’ve cried so much this weekend and I’m dreading going back to work tomorrow.

Story idea by Shootingstar5000

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