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Wednesday crew!!

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penny from @ask-all-the-kindergarteners hands you a tulip!

HES ALIVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Congrats to Penny for becoming a necromancer!

And he says thanks! Here's a flower for you too!

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR @jump-city!!!

I'm your secret santa!! Here's the hall monitors very hard at work with Smokey the cat

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RARARARARAR THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

MY JERMONTY CORPS HAVE BEEN WATERED- MY SKIN IS CLEAR- I'M HANGING THIS ON MY WALL!!!!!!!

First SS fic for @ghosted-jazz

Fic 1 - Yo-Yo Kind Of Love

When you throw a yo-yo, it hits the ground and bounces back up at you. You wrap it around your finger, before letting it go and drop. Sure, it only takes a second for it to bounce back up, but those few seconds can feel like hours to some. The feeling of watching it drop down, the unknown feeling of it unwinding and having a chance of not coming back up. It does most the time, unless its been damaged. Then it'll either take longer to come back up, or might not at all. Yo yo's are weird, huh? You never know what it is about those things, yet someone always loves them.

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A day after his dad died, Jerome was still forced to go to another kindergarten. It was stupid, why was he forced to come back to another kindergarten after his dad had died!? It was bullshit! As much as Jerome wanted to yell that at a teacher and run out to his mom, crying, he just sucked it up as to not look like a wuss..

But it was hard not to look like a wuss when tears just leaked out his eyes. Grief? Sadness? Anger? Hatred? Jerome could hardly decipher what emotion forced the salty tears to pour out his eyes. All he could do was keep rubbing them, over and over, until his eyes got into a painful red. The ache of his fingers pushing into his eyes only causing more agony to drip from his face.

God, he knew how stupid he looked. Buggs snickered everytime he looked back at him, Cindy stared at him with distaste, the new kids talked about him behind his back... Ugh! Jerome was such a loser in this new school. Crying was not cool, as it turned out. Nothing was cool anymore! It was all so uncoo-

"Ay, Jerome." Another boy... "stood" above Jerome, his voice being a mixture of concerned and bothered. The person "stood" before him was merely a blur, a fuzz of green and orange. The only discernable thing being that there was a figure, an, albeit, wide one, from what Jerome could make out through his fountain of tears.

"What do you want!?" Jerome bit out, twisting his head to the other side, unwanting to look at who ever was in front of him. His voice wouldn't sounded angrier, if it wasn't for the feeling of his throat being closed up from all the warmth draining from his eyes. Instead, his voice was merely an sob-like growl. More or less, lashing out at the person ahead.

Monty kept his eyes locked onto Jerome, fighting back the urge to scoff at his reaction. It was just the grief talking, not Jerome. His voice was hesitant as he reached into his pocket, pulling out something he threw down to Jerome. "Heard what happened to your dad."

With a quiet silence, Jerome lifted his head from between his knees and wiped the tears from the face. Below the feet pedals of the wheel chair in front of him, there was a yellow, light up yo-yo. He reached out his hand and snatched the toy into his hand, sniffling. "Whatever.. Hold on." Jerome looked up from his yo-yo, finally able to make out the figure in front of him. "Why are you in a wheelchair!?"

Monty recoiled at the question before darting around at the other people stood around them and taking a deep breath, his chest raising and lowering before he began to speak. "Its that janitor. Couldn't spell a sign right so he figured it was best for me to become paralyzed."

Jerome glanced over at the old man, stood grumbling with his mop and then back to the ginger boy in front of him. "Seems like something he'd do. That old sack of shit still has my lazer pen!" His saddened expression shifted into an anger, balling up both his fists whilst his glare stayed applied to the janitor.

Monty clicked his fingers and reached into his pocket, handing Jerome a thin stick of metal with a red dot at the end. "I was planning to sell it. Didn't know it was yours." He smirked, holding it closer to him. "Again, on the house."

Jerome took the lazer from the kid's freckled hand, pocketing it. A light pink hue brushed across his cheeks, darkening his face before he glanced to the side and got rid of the burning feeling on his face. "Thanks."

"Don't keep expecting everythin' for free. I need to pay for my medical bills one way or 'nother. Got it?"

Jerome wiped his hand over his nose, the snot from when he was crying rubbing off on his hand. He nodded, still holding the lazer and yo-yo in his other hand. "Got it."

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2nd SS fic for @ghosted-jazz

Fic 2 - Monty's Not Ready To Forgive Anytime Soon.

Monty remembers it. The feeling of a mop piercing into his chest, the crazed look on that old man’s face, the betrayal that shone off his classmate, after that, he felt empty. His flesh was almost ripped out his body. He stayed as a mere zombie, a shell of the human child he once was. Now, forced to endure the looks from each of his classmates, and seeing the very person who continued his violent fate.

His skin now mere rot, a sickening, disgusting green coated his skin. His entire body felt withered and gross. A line ran through his vision, a crack through his glasses, a reminder of what was made of him. Even his sight weakened, causing him to sit around the class idly, earning odd glances from his peers.

His hands tightened around his arms, staring blankly down at the desk before him. Everything surrounded him yet, it felt so empty. Monty couldn't decipher whether the sickening feeling in his stomach was the eerie sense of his new being, or the feel of rot growing on his skin.

Why, why, why, wh--

...A hand brushed onto his shoulder. His eyes snapped over to the boy. His green hand reaching over to him, his other waving as if they were friends.

That monster wasn't his friend. No. No. No.

No.

He was a monster who turned him into one himself. A disgusting, vile "human". His glare stabbed through him, pressing up his palm off the desk and swatting him away, a hand brushing harshly over the other kids rotten skin.

Monster. Monster. Monster. Danger. Danger. Danger.

"Monty--"

Monty's glare only tightened further onto the other boy, a sign to back off and walk away. He watched as Kid walked over to somewhere else, his solemn mood rather noticable. Monty didn't care. He turned him into this. He should feel that. He should feel worse. He knew that. He was sure he did too.

Yet, at the end of the day.

They were both still hardly human.

Monty stared forward at the blank wall, his eyes hardly able to make out the blurry pictures on the wall that were framed there to try and teach him things he already knew. This place was practically useless to him now. It only brought him into a deeper despair by staying.

Instead, he heard someone else approach. A quick voice, followed by quicker steps.

"Okay! Okay!! I'll go check on him. I was gonna wait till recess, but if you guys are so sure.. Don't blame me when he gets all defensive."

A comforting hand fell onto his shoulder, Jerome's voice clearly being linked to the palm connected to Monty's jacket. His eyes stayed down, however. This didn't mean anything.. He was still.. This.

"Hey." Jerome's smile was audible at this point. "Don't let that new kid get on your nerves." He already had. "You feeling alright?" No.

Silence fell upon the two, Monty not daring to utter a single word, and Jerome's palm growing sweaty with his awkward demeanour practically shining onto Monty like they were soul tied.

Then, a snicker came from Jerome, followed by a scoff. "Oh yeah! You guys are right--" What had someone told him..? "Monty has totally lost his.."

Jerome's eyes settled onto the back of his skull, a bloodied gap staring back into his eyes. Vomit crawled up his throat, eyes widening from the sight of the gaping hole in his head. His hand stayed onto Monty's hair, frozen for a second like his whole world had just shattered in mere seconds.

"HRKK--" Jerome's feet slammed across the room, landing him in a crouched manner on the floor, he covered his mouth whilst trying not to vomit. His friend was a zombie! A dead one! An actual zombie! A hole in his skull and- and--

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Monty looked back at him, his eyebrow raised. Before it settled on him what Jerome had seen. It made enough sense. He was an undead creature after all.

Why would anyone want to be around something as undead as him?

Other than another undead thing. One that he couldn't bring himself to forgive. Because, well, why would he?

( AU by my recipient <3 )

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IT'S THEM!!! MY OTP!!

jermonty? :3

i get ask for jermonty - i get reminded of ghost who ships jermonty - i draw the @ask-zombie-kid au that belongs to said ghost

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I miss your blog... When will you come back? We need you!

Sorry, but I can't give you an exact date. I'm focusing on school currently and want to finish some other projects so I can continue the story

But don't worry! I am working on stuff for this blog, mainly the backgrounds and some minor character redesign stuff since I am planning to go a lil more horror with the story now. In the meantime, here's some Billy concepts! I won't be using this design since I won't be going into KG2 but I had fun with this lad

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do you have a main blog ? I was wondering cuz I really like your artstyle and would love to see it more :0

I do! My main blog is @ghostfixedsysknight but I only reblog posts. My art account is @ghosted-jazz but uh, fair warning, it’s like 99% Minecraft fanart

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oof.. Buggs you ok there?

Press F to pay respect

April Fools :D! Drawing by special guest @ask-all-the-kindergarteners who went above and beyond <3

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I headcannon that Madison is chinese so CNY (and slightly Valentines) doodle

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ok sooo.. I saw the happy pride month photo and are nugget and Buggs friends or something like that?

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🍎 KG2 Fanzine Interest Check!

   hey everyone, i plan on starting a kindergarten 2 fanzine!  :D basically it would be a fanmade book of illustrations and writing, that is centered around the content of kindergarten 2. 

   we’ve had a lot of fun, interactive stuff within our fandom, as small as it is– like the kindergala, and dtiys challenges. i thought it would be a great time to band together to create a fanzine, and i’m thinking if we start now we could manage to get it done in time for the 2nd anniversary of kindergarten 2!  ( july 29, 2021 )   or later, but the goal is around that timeframe for now

   this would be purely for fun, and i would really appreciate it if people could spread the word about this!  this post is to see how many people would either be interested in seeing this fanzine created, or how many people want to participate in making it.  ( so, y’know, i don’t just set up everything only to have 1 person join or something. )

   with that said, please reblog to help spread the word, and say in the tags/reblogs/replies or even private message me if you want– to let me know if you’re one of the people interested in participating, or if you really really want to see this happen!  another post will be created linking the application form, if there is enough interest for this project so please stay tuned!

   🍎 interest check will last for one week, saturday [feb 6, 2021] to [feb 13, 2021] 🍎

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a few things about the plans for this zine:

it is entirely non-profit, volunteer run, and will be distributed digitally for free as a multi-page pdf. this isn’t a professional thing by any means, and there unfortunately will not be merch available  ( i would totally ship out kg-themed buttons if i could, but my school’s button club where i make the buttons is unavailable due to the pandemic, and shipping does, unfortunately, cost money that this zine will not provide)

i will need artists and writers to help create content for the zine, maybe even a few other people to help with the mod team

as of right now, the number of pages will heavily depend on how many artists/writers/creators want to participate and how much content they’re willing to make within the 5-ish month period. i know this is a pretty small fandom, so we won’t be able to make as much content as a large fandom would

the qualifications to apply are not strict at all in terms of skill. i greatly encourage anyone to participate no matter your level as an artist or writer!  this is supposed to be a fun fandom-involved project, after all :D

however, i do ask that you maintain a level of semi-professionalism with your attitude towards this project. even with a small fandom, this is still a huge project to take on and i sincerely ask that you only participate if you believe you’re capable of handling what’s expected of you

the zine will mostly be canon-based

again, depending on the amount of applications, content might just include the missions  ( around 11-ish applicants minimum ) , or the characters  ( around 27 applicants minimum )

ships, au’s, and oc’s are allowed!  i just ask that these type of things don’t outnumber the main canon content, so there might be a limited amount of slots for these

please don’t be nervous about applying if you’re interested!  this isn’t meant to be Super High Quality Professional work, and this my first time doing anything involving a fanzine too lmao, we can learn together :’D

you don’t have to draw/write a new thing for the zine;  you can submit old work by all means!  as long as it fits the planned parameters for the page sizing. drawing new work is preferred, however, because of the sizing

digital artists:  1 page size 8.5 x 11 inches 300dpi   |   half page size 8.5 x 5.5 inches 300dpi   |   2 page spread 17 x 11 inches 300 dpi – rgb format, full colour art

traditional artists:  don’t worry too much about the size of your picture. just try to take it as clear as possible, or scan in high quality. be aware your photo may be touched up digitally by the graphics editor if needed

writers:  2500 words are the max for your fic

some of this information is subject to change once applications are open

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Hey, you should ask nugget. Of what I remember... He wittnesses kid eating a dead dog in the nugget cave... So maybe your not the only one who saw a real zombie??

Nugget: Nugget doesn’t understand the big deal

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So... You know the truth now?

Buggs: The ‘truth’?

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Don't worry Jerome! I believe you! Anyways how are the girls doing?

Buggs: Be grateful that Cindy is too busy being a bitch to hear your screaming

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wait ghost, you can speak chinese? :0

yes and no

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I found a song for you! Zombie Me by No More Kings! B)

THANK YOU FOR BESTOWING UPON ME THE PERFECT SONG