rSlash - r/Nuclearrevenge I Ruined My Bully's Life

Episode Date: August 11, 2025

0:00 Intro 0:08 F U Derek 10:28 Life ruined Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to R slash nuclear revenge, where O.P. completely destroys his bully's life. Our next credit post is from Seneca. For context on this next post, O.P. is writing this not in USDA, so I'm converting it to USD. So for that reason, the dollar amount that I'm reading isn't going to match the dollar amount that's written in the post. In third grade, I was an awkward kid. I had a mean, drunk father. I struggled to fit in to make friends, and I was bullied and shunned by the other kids. One of my classmates, Derek, who regularly partook in bullying me, showed me kindness one day. Being deprived of kindness or attention so regularly, I was putty in his hands.

He hanged out with me during recess when I was usually alone. We laughed and talked about girls we like. He even apologized for being a butthole to me. The reason he was nice to me was because I had brought a very popular, expensive Batman action figure to school with me to pass the time since I was alone, I saved allowance and mowed lawns for two months to buy that toy. Everyone wanted one. By the end of the day, he asked me if I could lend him the action figure,

and, like the naive, socially inept kid that I was, I trusted him with it. The deal was to return at the following morning. I went home so happy, completely fooled. I never suspected a thing. The following day, he completely ignored me. When I tried to talk to him, he acted like I was crazy. When I asked him to return the action figure, he simply said, You never gave me any Batman, maybe you imagined it.

And when I persisted, he threatened to beat me up. When I complained to my teacher, I was told that it was my own fault for bringing toys to school. I was afraid they would involve my father, so I dropped it. I couldn't let my father know, or I'd be called a wussy, and have my butt beat and punished for the next two weeks. What's worse is Derek told all the girls that I had confided to him, about fancying that I lusted after them and that I wanked to them. I was a social outcast before that, but at least I was tolerated.

But after his smear campaign with the girls, I was a leper. People wouldn't even look me in the eyes, not even the teachers. Kids started throwing stones at me, sabotaging and vandalizing my property. It was hell. I did nothing about it but cry. I was just a weak-willed kid after all. But to this day, I wish I'd bit someone's ear. off or something. Anything in retaliation. After a while, the bullying died down. I focused on my studies

and started getting good grades. Derek started talking to me again, but I ignored him completely. Sometimes he would repeat, why are you being such a baby? You didn't even give me anything. You imagined it. By the end of the year, we moved houses, and I transferred to another school not far away. Things were much better there. I finally had friends, and I wasn't as naive anymore, so I wasn't as easily. targeted, but I was still mostly me, and I still got picked on now and then. Over the years, I became somewhat of a delinquent, and in high school, I got into regular fights. I may have been overcompensating for the lack of spine I had in my younger years. I bartended in nightclubs, hotels, and cruise liners in my early 20s. This helped me be a lot more socially adept,

and to understand social dynamics in human nature. I finished trade school and qualified as an electrician and later as a plumber. I know water and electricity. But believe it or not, I thought that it was ingenious at the time. I started my own business, developed a reputation for excellent workmanship in my local area, and did well for myself. When I was 29, I received a call out at 2 in the morning for a flooded emergency at a local residence. When I got there, the place was a mess. Water was jetting out of a burst pipe, and the electrical equipment was shorted. It was highly dangerous. The living room floor was caved in due to a sinkhole. I was met by the wife, Jane, who was hysterical and beside herself. She somehow thought that she was responsible,

which I found odd. I assured her that it couldn't possibly be her fault. The husband arrived not five minutes later. His demeanor was irate, he didn't greet or shake my hand when I offered, but I recognized him immediately. Derek from all those years ago. He demanded to know why I haven't begun fixing the issue yet. I was professional, told him what I told the wife in terms of cost, but I hid the written quote in my vehicle. I told him who I was and acted happy to see him, assured him that he was in good hands. After he argued with his wife for a while, he seemed to calm down and joked with me. I knew that I had fooled him. We talked about our careers, kids, our school days. I gave him tips and fake recommendations. We got along great. His trust was easy to gain. He must have thought of me as a complete sucker. I assured him that he was in good hands and this would be fixed in no time. I was careful not to start any actual work on the property. Doing the smallest thing would make me responsible for all of it. Derek left after an hour or so and his wife stayed behind. I started my revenge. When I was doing my assessment, I noticed that most of the building didn't comply with city regulations and didn't adhere to the registered and improved. approved plans. There were multiple safety hazards, and all plumbing and electrical work were completed by unqualified and uncertified people in an attempt to save money. Also, the pipe in question had been leaking for a few weeks at least, getting worse by the day and finally causing disaster,

which meant that their water bill would be astronomical at the end of the month, unless a qualified plumber endorses a rebate with the municipality. I called my contact at the city, Donovan, and notified him of the regulatory violations, safety hazard, and non-city compliant installations on the property. I also told him of the possible water bill. He promised to be there the next day. I immediately started photographing and documenting. The following morning, Donovan was there at 10, and he had a field day. He informed Derek's wife of the calamity that was to come. They'd be forced to tear down all the building additions, remove all the uncertified plumbing and wiring installations, have the plans re-approved, and start from scratch, which was an estimated

loss of approximately $95,000. Derek was there in minutes, and he was livid. He quickly threatened legal action, but Donovan simply told him that he had more than enough photographic evidence to have the property declared invalid within a week if Derek didn't comply in writing. Donovan reminded Derek that he does this for a living, and that the city has more legal resources to waste money on. I left Derek an invoice for my time just to smear salt in the wound, and I took my leave. Later, he phoned me and called me every name under the sun. I remained silent, and he hung up. He went on Facebook to rant about me, which was a bad idea.

All the community stood up for me, and it started a storytelling competition were all kinds of people revealed stories of unsavory things Derek did to them in the past. Apparently, Derek's always been a butthole. He never changed. One day, he called me and asked to meet. He sounded defeated and depressed, so I decided to meet and see what's up. I met him at a local busy convenience store. I know better than to take Derek the weasel at face value, so I noticed quickly when he laid his phone screen down on the table. I knew that he may be recording the conversation. He apologized for his behavior, which surprised me, and he told me that this whole dilemma has all but bankrupted him. He told me that he took out a loan for the building

additions and cut corners to save money, that everyone does it. He showed me the water bill, which was nearly $8,000, a problem easily erased with a qualified plumber signature and endorsement. I refused. He got irate again. Then he asked me, why did you do this to me? I know, that I was a dick to you when we were kids, but I don't deserve to have my and my wife's lives ruined because of mistakes I made when I was a kid. What kind of person are you? You told me I was in good hands. I trusted you. You assured me you would help me. Then you stabbed me in the back. You quoted me only a few hundred and told me not to worry. I replied, I said no such thing. Stop lying. You told me that it would cost a few hundred, maybe less. I heard you say it. You

promised to help me, gave me recommendations. Why are you doing this to me? Derek, you must have imagined it. I looked him in the eye. He knew exactly why I said that. The same thing he told me almost 20 years ago. I repeated just to drive it home. You're being a baby. I never quoted you for anything. You imagined it. He knew that I was destroying him financially because of a Batman action figure that he stole from me 20 years ago. I could say, see it in his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. His expression was a mixture of astonishment and disgust. I looked him dead in the eyes for a few seconds for effect, then got up and left. I slept like a baby that night and had a goofy smile all week after. He tried calling

me a few times, but I sent him a text stating that further harassment will be met with legal action. Derek, you know what your real name is and what my name is. If in the future you read this and realize how I screwed you over. Remember how costly that little Batman action figure was to you after years of accumulated interest in karma. That look of despair on your face when you realized why you're ruined was delicious. I cackled maniacly on the drive home from that convenience store. It was time for Derek to pay the piper. And if you think this will help you legally, go ahead and try. It won't, so don't waste your time. Or rather, do. Waste your time. Or rather, do. Waste your time and money. I welcome being even more of a financial inconvenience to your life. F you, Derek!

O.P. really channeled Batman and executed some Batman-level revenge. Our next Reddit post is from Intoxim. When I was about 10 years old, my dad got a new girlfriend, Lauren. Lauren was an evil monster. When I first met her, she was lovely and friendly. I quickly liked her. But over the years, everything went downhill, fast. It started small. Lauren would steal my things, then deny it. Of course, everyone believed her. She would tell me that my dad loved her more than me, and that if she wanted to, she could click her fingers and he'd never see me again.

She read my diary, then told everyone what I'd written. She reported me to the RSPCA for abusing my animals. I wasn't. After a couple of years, she had my dad beating me. She would constantly tell my dad how bad I was and encourage him to hurt me. After a while, he'd always snap and end up doing what she wanted. There are so many more things she did, but you get the picture. My dad and Lauren separated when I was about 16 years old, but they had a house together still.

It was around this time that as a suicidal, miserable teenager, I decided to get even. I spent months on my plan, and this is what I did. I wanted Lauren's entire life to fall apart all at once, so everything had to be perfectly timed. I started by getting her fired and a minor criminal record. Lauren worked at a police warehouse for seized item, but naughty Lauren was stealing from the warehouse, so I made notes on what she stole and when. Once I had a decent enough list,

I anonymously contacted her boss with my list. Lauren was immediately suspended. After a few weeks, she was found to be guilty of stealing. She was immediately fired and charged with theft, including theft of a class C substance. For context, class C substances typically involve prescription tranquilizers and narcotics like Valium and Vicodin. Now, Lauren was unemployed and pretty much unemployable. On to stage two, Lauren with no income needed to sell the house, as she was now unable to pay her mortgage. My dad also wanted to sell so he could move in with his new girlfriend. So I made the house

unsellable and pretty unpleasant to live in. My dad and Lauren were stupid and never locked their back door. I didn't have keys. So I would sneak in when I knew they were out and hide disgusting things. Bugs everywhere. Old prawns hidden under floorboards. I even stitched some old prawns into the bottom of the curtains. Dead mice everywhere, including under Lauren's pillow. Live mice in the pantry. The house stank, and no one could figure out why. Estate agents refused to list it or would only list it for far under the value. And potential buyers would leave quickly after no one could explain the source of the vile smell. Lauren was approaching bankruptcy, exactly what I wanted.

Only one area of her life was left to destroy. Lauren had been in a relationship for a year or so with this guy, John. Well, Lauren was cheating on John, and with John's own father of all people. Poor John proposed to Lauren. He needed to know who she really was. One day, when Lauren had John's dad over, I got in the house via the unlocked back door.

I grabbed her phone which she'd left in the kitchen. It took a few attempts and a lot of house watching to get lucky with the phone. I texted John from her phone pretending to be Lauren. I told him I was sick and asked him to come over. Of course, good old John rushed over. I unlocked the front door and text him to let himself in because I'd be in bed sick. I left and hit around the area. The drama was intense.

Lauren and John's dad half naked, chasing after John in the street, screaming and crying. I think John might have even punched his dad before driving off. Obviously, the relationship was over, and John's dad even ditched Lauren in an attempt to get his son's forgiveness. So, Lauren was alone. broke, unemployable, facing charges and about to be bankrupt. Sadly, I don't know how the story ends. I cut contact with my dad around that time and thus my connection to Lauren was gone. I do remember my dad mentioning her being suicidal right before we stopped speaking, so in my eyes my goal was achieved. I didn't need to see the fallout anyway. Just knowing what I'd achieved was more than

enough for me. Getting revenge against Lauren is fantastic, but I love that O.P. also got side revenge against his dad by making his house unsellable because the dad was the douchebag who brought Lauren into O.P.'s life in the first place. That was our slash nuclear revenge. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.