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shsl-hoverboarder:

There is something incredibly satisfying in watching this kid get so wound up over him. She may be annoying, but Teddie is having a surprising amount of  fun with this.

“You know, I’ve found that the few people who call me ‘stupid’ are usually too dull themselves to really comprehend the importance of what I do. But, hey, at least Toyota and Mitsubishi know what’s up.”

He chuckles and props the board over his shoulder, trying to ignore the fact that ow, he’s still bleeding slightly and that’s painful.

“Man, do you act this way around your ‘fans’, too? I’m surprised I’ve never heard of you before. People like you with that kind of visibility tend to cause a right ruckus.”

Is that a stealth insult? I’m not sure. Teddie probably isn’t either.

“And ‘Teddie’ is fine, Moni-chan.”

Another wink as he sounds incredibly condescending.

Okay, now he had to just be fucking with her. Car companies wanted their merchandise to be floating deathtraps. She had officially lost all faith in the world. Guess she would have to get used to walking everywhere because there was no way in hell she was riding in a geek machine.

“Right, I’m so sorry. You have to forgive me. I didn’t mean to downplay your intelligence. I forgot that you’re just like the rest of the morons in the world. It’s nothing personal, except it is, it’s just that most of the world’s population are brainless fools.”

She shakes her head.

“Nope. I don’t really do interviews. They only know what’s on the back of the book cover about me. I always make sure to thank them for reading my works. I know them as much as they know me. And trust me, I know all about things causing a ruckus. You just did, after all.”

Monika fake gags at the wink and flips the boy off. Jeez, Monika, chill, you’re, like, twelve.

“Moni-chan?! Oh no, you’re sorely mistaken if you think you’re calling me that, and no ‘Teddie’ is not fine. I’m not calling you that. It’s just stupid sounding. Now, what is that usually a nickname for...? Something English, I know...”

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shsl-hoverboarder:

Honestly, if the conversation is going to keep going on like this, Teddie doesn’t really see any point in listening her go on and on. He starts picking at his ear idly, once again blatantly ignoring the little buzzing in his ear that is Monika telling him off.

When she kicks the board back to him he stops it with his foot and kicks it up into his hand with one surprisingly smooth gesture.

“…Man, I can’t help but feel sorry for what happened to you to get that stick so far up your ass. My condolences.”

He gives her a look that’s somewhere in between pity and mocking.

“Oh, and of course I have friends. He may be halfway across the globe, but we’re still ‘bros’. And you? I’m sure you have plenty of friends, with how…amiable you are.”

Teddie’s not usually this sarcastic, but there’s something about this girl that twists his britches.

“Oh, and if you really want to know, I’m Teddie. Teddie Hickson.”

Crossing her arms and tapping her foot in frustration at being ignored like she was, she bore holes into Teddie’s head. Anyone with a brain could tell that she was mad, though, obviously (to her) this boy didn’t possess one of those. He, like the rest of the human race, lacked one. A pity. Well, for her.

“Wow, funny. We have a comedian over here, folks. A real winner, this one. Got me with the ol’ ‘stick up the ass’ joke. I’m dying from laughter. Really, I am. I return those condolences to the rest of humanity for you. Dear world, I am sorry this thing had to live here and use up oxygen that could be used for a different, less stupid bottom feeder.”

At mention of her friends, the blue haired girl clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, looking right into those of the slightly taller male’s.

“Ah, yes, your ‘bro’. You two must be rocket scientists. As for my friends, I have none. I don’t need them. People are idiots. You’re a shining example. Oh, and my fans and book critics seem to like me well enough.”

A foreigner? How the hell did he get into Hope’s Peak? I mean, yeah, sure, maybe he lived here and his parents were from...somewhere, but still. He seemed more like a direct comer.

“Well, I don’t really want to know. I just want to know who to warn people of. Not denying the other names I see. Is there something, I don’t know, less stupid sounding I could call you?”

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shsl-hoverboarder:

…Damn, what was her problem? He’s on the floor bleeding here, and this is how she treats him. Well, obviously, she isn’t going to help him, so Teddie slowly pushes himself back up to his feet. He’s a little sore, but it’s not like he can’t move or anything.

The hoverboard is kicked back over so it’s hovering right next to his feet, and as Monika speaks, he’s… just blatantly ignoring her, putting more of his focus on applying pressure to some of his bigger scrapes. Hey, if she’s not gonna help him, he has to help himself.

And when she’s done telling him off? He shrugs and just laughs right into her face.

“…Pfwahahaha. You know, you shouldn’t call the guy who designed and built the first free-roaming hoverboard on his own talentless.”

He winks at her…and then kicks the board towards her so it hits her ankles.

Watching him push himself up off of the ground, Monika stifled another snicker. What an idiot. Why the hell would he ride something like that? It was a complete waste of time. There were skateboards that were much easier to get a hold of, easier to control, and you didn’t look like a complete sci-fi geek when you rode one. You just looked like a fuckboi.

Sure, she’s a little angry that he’s ignoring her, but whatever. If he wants to ignore her “helpful advice” let him die a virgin. It’s not her problem whatsoever. He probably had an alter made specifically for the Star Wars movies. What a dweeb.

His following words only pathetically confirmed her suspicions. When the hoverboard hit her ankles, she scowled.

“You made this hunk of metal? Do you have a life? Friends? Family that would rather pretend you didn’t exist? If you don’t, I can’t blame them, really. Maybe you should watch where you kick your damn board. It might hit the wrong person.”

She reeled her foot back and kicked it as hard as she could without hurting herself (which wasn’t very hard) and sent it back to its creator.

“I’m Monika. What’s you name? Wasteofoxygen? Idiotofthecentury? IhaveaLukeSkywalkerbodypillow?”

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Honestly? Teddie’s fallen off his board several times before, but that was a particularly nasty crash. Maybe the school courtyard wasn’t the best place to test and see how fast the thing can go.

Well, the best thing to come out of this was the fact that the board itself wasn’t that badly wrecked. Maybe a little dented, but it can still hover, at the very least. Teddie, on the other hand…well, he did wear a helmet, so he’ll live, but his arms and legs were still pretty badly scuffed up.

“Ouch…”

He pushes himself off the ground, wincing a little bit, and looks over his injuries. Actually, no. Teddie’s gotten way worse than these, this is nothing. He tries to dust away some of the dirt near his scrapes when he notices a figure walk by in the corner of his eye.

“Oh…oh hey! Can you give me a little hand over here?”

Even if his scrapes aren’t even that bad, he doesn’t feel like he should be in a rush to move at the moment. Hopefully that person is in a mood to help right now.

Idiot. That was all Monika thought when she saw a boy zooming along on some weird machine. Was that what kids were using these days? What the fuck are designers thinking? Giving stupid teenagers something like that was completely obscene. What was that supposed to be anyway? A hoverboard? What, were they in Back to the Future? See, this is why she hated sci-fi. Nothing made sense.

However, her day was made increasing brighter when she saw the boy fall off his board. Oh my god, wasn’t he a Super High School Level or something? You have to be to get into the schoolgrounds and she could only assume his talent was in “hoverboarding”. Her laugh, like twinkling bells, rang through the courtyard, but her expression betrayed any innocence that one could have found in it.

As the boy looks at her for help, she crosses her arms and smirks, a fire of hatred burning in her sky blue irises.

“Nice try, bud. I saw that. True majesty at its finest. What did a talentless hack like you do to get in here? If it’s whatever the fuck you were just doing, why don’t you just request to be kicked out? You’d be doing us all a huge favor, I promise.

And help you? Nah, you can do it yourself, dipshit. Call your mother or something if you need someone to take care of you. I’m not a nursemaid or whatever.”

As usual, Monika is in no mood to help anyone. What a shock.

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nyahahakuma:

Wow… This girl really never stopped, did she? To tell the truth, Nyakuma was impressed with how easily she kept up her onslaught of berating. They wished she could come up with something more effective than constantly referring to them as a kid, but, hey. Villains were far from perfect.

They looked up at Monika, hand still hiding their mouth. Patiently, they waited for her to finish her spiel before taking their turn – best to let her finish her monologue, right?

“Fufu… You talk a big game. I might be intimidated if you could come up with something actually offensive. One mean girl thinking I look stupid doesn’t get rid of the rest of Nyakuma’s loyal fans.”

They tilted their head a little, snickering behind their sleeve. In a way, this was fun! Sure, pushing someone’s buttons to make them mad might not be the most heroic feet, but – she started it.

“What books have you written? I can see for myself if you’re any good. Don’t worry – even if I think it’s garbage, I won’t post any mean reviews online. As a benevolent soul, I won’t subject you to the torture of online ridicule. Aren’t I so nice? Kuhuhu.”

Rolling her eyes at the stupid gesture the person continued to make (Seriously, were they trying to be cute or something? Ew.) and mentally fake gagged at it. People like this one were the worst. They thought they were being visually endearing, but they really weren’t. People much preferred simple cuteness to snarky shit like that. She couldn’t exactly play the cute little girl card anymore but whatever. 

She had to pause and let what the person said sink in. ‘Nyakuma’?! Holy fuck what kind of name was that and where was the nearest priest that Monika could pay to get it off of this Earth.

“I am actually, physically offended at your little alias. Nyakuma?! I would respond to your insults, if I could call them that, but I’m trying to keep myself from crying at the state of our world. Tell me, what is it that a person such as yourself, Nyakuma-me, does? Don’t leave me in suspense here, the longer you wait, the more and more I want to gag.

As for what I’ve written, my most popular works have been Winter’s Flora, a nine hundred page exploration of a girl named Yoshiko whom was the daughter of disgraced nobles trying to make it in a world which hated her so and her journey to find where she belonged, and A Lost Girl’s Memoir, a fifty page short story detailing the self-journey of a young girl named Sheriah as she learns of the world around her. I wrote that best seller as my first book when I was seven and thus I, Monika, made a name for myself.”

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“Dolt? Fancy. I like the way you talk, even if you say a lot of stupid things.”

Instead of backing away once Monika closed the notebook, Nyakuma stayed put just a bit too close. Mean girls – the kind that Nyakuma could imagine as one of the boss characters in a game of theirs – didn’t deserve personal space. The path of evil is a difficult one. It wasn’t Nyakuma’s fault if Monika wasn’t prepared for it.

“What’s wrong with cheap notebooks, anyway? If you can only write well in overpriced ones, then you’re probably not a very good writer. Books are all about content.”

As a small smile started to form on their face, Nyakuma brought their sleeve covered hand up to cover it.

“Kuhuhu… But we already know you don’t have any substance. That’s an unfortunate character trait for a writer.”

“Stupid things? Looks who’s talking, confetti. And it’s not fancy, it’s just above a toddler’s vocabulary skills. Nothing more than that. Not sure if I should be thanking you for that, er, ‘compliment’ though.”

Whipping her head to glare at the person who was way too fucking close for her comfort. Twisting her lips into a snarl, she grit her teeth and shoved her journal back into her bag and stood up, backing away from the other person, crossing her arms and looking down on them.

Holy shit was this person short.

She ignored the insult and let it roll of her like water on a duck’s back. This one really didn’t have a creative mind, did they? Like, wow, she’s definitely gotten more backlash from elementary kiddos who didn’t agree with her killing off Shinae’s unipup. Gross.

“Well, cheap notebooks fall apart, just like people like you watch their lives do. And tell that comment about my writing skills to my numerous awards and seven years of dishing out best-sellers in a way overcrowded genre. I manage to not write Harry Potter ripoffs and made my own name. Not that I would think someone like you would know about me.

‘Annoying’ is an unfortunate character trait for anyone. Seems like you fir the bill perfectly. At least ‘mean girls’ are usually well-liked if they’re pretty and able to sell merchandise. No one buys annoying character merchandise. It’s just economics, idiot.”

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nyahahakuma:

The lunch period was, in Nyakuma’s opinion, the best period; they didn’t have to take notes, they got to eat, and they could wander from classroom to classroom without any real repercussions. It was a nice way to spend their break from tedious, boring classwork.

Well, usually.

Nyakuma entered the room Monika occupied, barely left with enough time to glance around before the girl was talking about crayons, kindergarten, vomit… Something about arts and crafts, maybe, but they had already stopped paying attention to what she was saying by then.

“Kuhuhu… I’d say I didn’t know pretty mean girls with no substance were still in style, but somebody has to fill the stereotype. Sucks to suck, scrublord. Nice notebook.”

Defiantly – spitefully, even – Nyakuma approached where Monika sat, intruding her personal space in an attempt to look at the open page of her notebook.

Monika sat motionless, still trying to absorb the other’s appearance however godawful it may be. Taking another look at it, she now felt for those who wanted to bleach their eyes. She had never understood why one would want to do something like that but now. Now, she had never wanted to do something more in her life. Oh, god.

Hearing the person speak, she felt annoyance flood her veins. Yeah, she definitely didn’t like this one. Talk about a major pain in the ass. ‘No substance’, okay, sounds fake, but okay.

“I think I’ve heard better insults-slash-comebacks from the kindergartner who made your outfit. Better to be a stereotype than to be...whatever you’re supposed to be, fool. This thing is nice? It certainly looks better than you do, but that’s not exactly difficult per say. What? Did you think a writer would have a shitty dollar store notebook? Are you stupid or something? Wait, don’t answer that. It’s pretty damn obvious.”

When they approached, Monika snapped the notebook shut and glared up at them.

“Do you mind? Don’t look at other’s shit without their permission, you dolt.”

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School was so boring. She could think of at least twenty other things she would rather be doing than sitting around here, waiting for her lunch period to end so she could get the rest of this hellish thing over with. It was freaking terrible. Why not just let kids learn through the period so they could go back to their dorms earlier. At least then she could spend her time doing something she didn’t hate entirely

Sighing, she pulled out her small journal from her schoolbag and threw it onto her desk, whipping her pencil from out behind her ear and began to tap it soundlessly against her wrist with a thoughtful expression on her face. What would she explore this time? A land where animals ruled? No, that was silly. What about a world where people were controlled by their emotions? She’d just be describing the real world if she did that...

Looking up from her book, she caught sight of someone walking into the room and oh god what was she looking at.

“I didn’t know crayon vomit was in style this season. ‘Apparently, I should keep up on the fashion trends more’. That’s something I would say if I fancied looking like a kindergartner's arts and crafts project gone wrong, which you apparently do.”

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