you accidentally bump into a young girl at an anime convention, spilling coffee into the fabric of her cosplay and staining it, its obvious from the immense ammount of details present in her outfit that she hand crafted it over weeks of painstaking labor and used expensive materials that drained her wallet.

"what the actual fuck!?"

she screams out in pure hatred, each of the words coming out of her mouth brimming with venom and vitriol. she looks down on the stain smeared across her cosplay in utter disbelief shortly before locking eyes with you. her spiteful glare piercing a hole through your soul with how potent it is, it's obvious from her expression she wants you dead.

"do you know how fucking hard i worked on this cosplay!? just the sheer ammount of effort, time, and money alone is worth more than whatever the fuck you've done in the entirety of your worthless life!"

she walks up to you angrily and slaps you in the cheek, the sheer ammount of force behind it made the slap echo around in your ear for a couple seconds. dazed and confused, you look up to see her frowning down on you, her eyebrows crunched, her eyes wide, her gritted teeth showing. you feel your heart sank to your stomach as her crushing expression makes you wish you were dead.