Ah ha, so you weren't really depressed after all, you were just looking for attention! Way to be a manipulative little bastard. Still, whatever works right?

In playing up to your new image you begin to say really creepy shit….

You go up to a group of jocks and ask them if they ever worry about someone putting poison in their water bottles.
You tell a teacher you couldn't complete your assignment on time because you've been having ongoing wet dreams about your Mom.
You go up to a group of girls and tell them that their hair smells so pretty and how you would like to cut off some of it to hang from your bedroom ceiling.

And similar macabre stuff. You of course think all of this is incredibly funny and think yourself as being incredibly clever for coming up with this "amazing" plan for attention.

You completely succeed in your endeavor and have increased your infamy tenfold. Of course now you aren't just the "creepy guy" you're now the "scary ticking time bomb" People are genuinely getting afraid of you, of course there's ALWAYS that element that thinks it's "cool".

As a result you start attracting like minded individuals… well not quite. Mainly because the difference between you and them is that you're just faking for the most part, while these miscreants are genuinely fucked up in the head. Still they're the closest thing you have to friends so you hang out with them.

All of you tend to hang out and talk about all the people you don't like and all the minor slights you've perceived (Real or imagined) A lot of them start talking about how they wish they could "punish" all their "enemies". Soon these talks begin to increase as you all play more violent video games, listen to heavy metal music and watch horror movies; all which are undoubtedly pushing you all in a more aggressive nature. Then one of your new trench coat buddies, Anthony, finally gets the motivation. He mentions how his Dad has a bunch of rifles and pistols. He then mentions how you ALL should start planning to carry out your revenge by next month.

What started out as a cry for attention for you has developed into something else entirely. Part of you does flirt with this idea though. You mean there are a lot of people you don't really like at school…

You rat them out to the principal

Fuck this! You're just faking this shit; you don't really have the balls to actually kill anyone!

You decide to play along with your friends and claim that you're with the plan, but rat on them out to the principal later.

Sadly things don't really go as planned for you double crossing ass! The stupid ass clueless principal doesn't entirely buy your story and thinks you're just trying to play some sort of sick joke, in fact he thinks YOU'RE the problem and punishes you by calling up your parents and telling them he's sending you home and that they need to put you in counseling and how they're lucky that he's not pressing criminal charges.

You get the riot act from your parents, who don't want to hear your shit either. They make you get rid of all your black clothing, video games, horror movies, and the like. You spend the next week having to listen to some hippy dippy psychologist who keeps saying you're in denial about your feelings.

The biggest fuck up about this is everyone eventually found out about this in school. Your trench coat buddies were not amused that you nearly ruined their plan, so the "day of their revenge" they make a quick trip to your house first…

Your Dad was blasted on his way to his car and then Mom met the same fate when she went out to check the noise. You're shot several times in the limbs after you were pulled out from hiding under your bed. Your former friends laugh at you as you beg for your pathetic life before they land the killing shot.

The moral of the story?

Don't be a fucking rat. Seriously, nobody respects a goddamn rat and look what it got you: dead. Seriously you were the fucktard that insisted on acting like a psychopath for attention, so you only had yourself to blame when you attracted people like that. If you really wanted to avoid trouble you could've just played along and then on the "day of revenge" you could've disappeared and hid out somewhere until it was all over. Your trench coat buddies would've probably thought you just wussed out (Which they'd be right) and they'd go shoot up the school anyway.

People still would've died and you wouldn't have gotten killed. A win-win situation really.

And now you know!