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#LOUD BREAKDANCING IN THE DISTANCE
swagginmun · 4 months
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A chill runs up your spine ™ 
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flowerbarrel-art · 1 year
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Second sat hunched in bed, miserably covering his ears as the painfully loud music continued to make the floor vibrate.
He loved his friends. They’d been on adventure after adventure together, always coming out okay no matter how bad things got.
Together they’d beaten countless Mobs in insane situations and had always found their way back to each other no matter what.
They’d even saved Minecraft from being destroyed just in the nick of time a couple months ago, and Second was relieved that things were back to normal.
But tonight, when all he wanted to do was sleep, he couldn’t help but feel like going on a rampage across the desktop.
Second took in a deep breath, then let it out in a long, aggrieved sigh.
He trudged over and looked out the window, expecting to see his friends using Noteblocks for a music battle, or possibly even playing in their band with the chicken on lead guitar again.
Instead he saw rainbow flashing lights and Green at a turntable while Red and Yellow eagerly cheered on a breakdancing Blue.
Second groaned despairingly and slid down the wall, lightly banging his head against it. They weren’t even using anything from Minecraft and they’d still found a way to keep him up.
Oh, please, Alan…make them stop. Please hear this and get on the computer and make them stop! Please, please, please!
Second trudged back to his bed, hunching over while hoping the music would miraculously stop.
But as the minutes passed, the music kept blaring, the floor kept shaking and the lights kept flashing.
Red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple…
Second jolted up.
Purple! He said we could come visit…
As soon as relief swept through him, he realized it was too late to visit now. He was desperate, but he knew he couldn’t bother them now unless the desktop was on fire.
The painting above his bed slipped from the wall and clattered to the floor.
Second sank onto his bed, then curled up, covering his head with both arms in a desperate attempt to block out the music.
Eventually he realized the music had stopped, and checked the time: six AM.
He groaned as he heard note blocks playing. He and Alan were working today, and he wasn’t going to get any sleep here.
Second snatched a pencil and paper from his bedside table and hurriedly wrote a message. Once finished he stomped out and slapped the paper to his door, not waiting to see if the tape stuck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Second stepped out from the Wi-Fi portal and let out a long sigh.
He wasn’t used to the city noise, and jumped as a bus rolled towards a nearby bus stop, but the ringing in his ears was already starting to fade.
Second quickly checked his phone, then ran up to the line of Sticks waiting for the bus. He pulled out the fare Purple had sent him, and gave it to the driver before hurrying to find a seat.
The bus lurched and drove off, and Second bounced his feet the whole way, anxiously checking his phone and the screen showing the next stop.
Finally, the bus slowed, and Second checked the stop name, then hopped up the moment the doors opened. He quickly disembarked and followed the directions in Purple’s text.
About ten minutes later he was walking down a dusty road lined with houses. Green hills stretched off into the distance, and birds chirped from the tall trees.
Second glanced one last time at Purple’s text, then up, and spotted a house off to his left with the correct number on the mailbox.
Sighing in relief, he rushed towards the house, quickly jumping up the stairs and knocking on the door.
Then he winced.
In his haste to escape the desktop, and in his sleepy state, he hadn’t let King or Purple know he was coming.
Before he could make the decision to run, the front door opened.
King looked sternly down at him at first, but then his eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Uh…hi!” Second offered with an awkward wave. “I…I know I didn’t ask first, and it’s early, but…”
Second glanced past King to see Purple picking up a box.
“We were up anyway,” King said. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Second mumbled. “Well…nothing bad happened. It’s just…I can’t sleep.”
King frowned, looking a tad puzzled.
“I was trying to sleep last night and Green started a rave on the desktop…” Second explained hurriedly, “and…could I sleep here until I have to work, please?”
“What happened?” Purple asked, rushing up to the front door.
“Green started a dance party last night and I got zero sleep,” Second muttered.
“Oh, okay,” Purple said. “So how’s he doing?”
“Just fine,” Second grumbled. “His career as a DJ’s really taking off.”
“Alright,” King said. “Come on in.”
“Thanks,” Second whimpered in relief, slumping. “I’ll sleep anywhere, even on the floor.”
“Uh…no,” King said, gesturing to the couch. “There’s a guest room, but it’s not made up yet.”
Second trudged over to the couch and collapsed onto it, immediately curling up and closing his eyes.
“Could you wake me up at one?” Second mumbled.
“Sure,” Purple said. “So does Green usually make a lot of noise?”
Purple set the box down in a closet and came back out with a red blanket.
“They all do,” Second mumbled sleepily as Purple draped the blanket over him. “Thanks, Purple.”
“Was he playing note blocks?” Purple wondered.
“No…” Second yawned. “He rigged Alan’s desktop to…to be a dance floor.”
“Do they always stay up late?” King wondered.
“Yeah,” Second groaned. “If they don’t play late at night it’s early in the morning…or Blue made this potion that made everyone musical geniuses…even the chicken!”
King glanced at Purple; he shook his head and shrugged.
“They do this often?” King asked.
“They don’t play loud music every night,” Second sighed heavily. “Sometimes they just stay up watching movies and that doesn’t bother me. But when they do start playing music, it’s way too loud, and they never stop!”
“Hm,” King said, glancing at Purple.
“You should come visit more,” Purple said. “Just for fun, or just if you need to rest.”
“Really?” Second murmured.
“I don’t mind,” King said. “We should have the guest room ready soon.”
“Is that okay with your Creator though?” Purple asked, glancing over when Second didn’t respond.
“He’s out,” King said.
“That was fast,” Purple remarked, pulling out his phone. “I’ll wake him up later.”
“I’ll start breakfast,” King said, heading to the kitchen. “Pancakes?”
“Yeah!” Purple chimed, then set the table. “I’ll keep cleaning up today. Might even finish the guest room.”
“I’d appreciate that,” King said as he started cooking breakfast. “Second can use whatever he wants from the kitchen if he’s hungry. I’m going to get groceries on the way back from work, so text me a list of things you want.”
Purple glanced towards the couch, where Second was now sprawled out and snoring loudly.
“It’s really okay if he comes to visit more often?” Purple asked.
“It’s fine with me,” King said. “It’ll be good for you to have some company.”
Purple beamed.
“The others too, if they’d like to come,” King said with a little smile. “Just make them promise that they won’t throw wild parties. They do, they’re out.”
“Okay,” Purple laughed.
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simpletale-officiale · 7 months
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Ahem. the obamna bibble
Peter Griffin had always dreamt of becoming a bottle of Coca Cola. To him, there was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of being consumed by someone and quenching their thirst. He had often fantasized about it and even tried to replicate the feeling by having his wife Lois pour soda on him during intimate moments. But now, his dream had finally come true.
As he lay in his bottle form, he could feel the cool and refreshing liquid inside him. He was finally living his dream, and nothing could be better than this. He watched as people picked him up from the shelves and placed him in their carts. It was a feeling of joy and satisfaction that he had never experienced before.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to no good. He had been bullying Lois for weeks now, and it was time for him to make his move on the White House. He had planned an all-out attack and had been gathering his army of skeletons for weeks. They were all ready to march towards the White House and show the humans who was boss.
But there was one thing standing in his way - Peter Griffin. Sans knew that Peter was a formidable opponent, and he had to be taken care of before he could launch his attack. So, he set his sights on Peter, knowing that he was vulnerable in his current state.
As Sans made his way towards Peter, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew that this was going to be his biggest challenge yet, but he was ready for it. He approached Peter and taunted him, "Hey, bottle boy! You're no match for me. I'm the great Sans, and I'm here to take you down!"
But Peter was not afraid. He had waited his whole life for this moment and was ready to defend himself. He shouted back, "Bring it on, skeleton! I may be a bottle of Coca Cola, but I'm not afraid of you."
The two clashed in an epic battle, with Sans trying to knock Peter off the shelf, and Peter trying to defend himself. The battle raged on for hours, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. But eventually, Peter emerged victorious. He had managed to outsmart Sans and defeat him in battle.
Meanwhile, Obama was having a heartfelt and romantic moment with his husband, who was a slice of toast. They were sitting in their garden, reminiscing about their honeymoon in Italy. They had spent their days exploring the picturesque towns, indulging in the local cuisine, and basking in the warm Italian sun. It was a time that they both cherished, and they often talked about it whenever they got a chance.
As they sat there, holding hands and talking about their memories, they knew that they were meant to be together. They were each other's soulmates, and nothing could ever come between them.
But their romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion. They looked up to see a huge mushroom cloud rising in the distance. They knew that something terrible had happened, and they had to act fast.
They quickly got up and headed towards the city, where they saw the devastation caused by the epic battle between the evil gardening gnome and the breakdancing dog. The city was in ruins, and there were dead bodies lying everywhere. It was a scene of utter chaos and destruction.
Obama knew that he had to act fast to help the people of the city. He called for emergency services and set up a team of volunteers to help with the rescue and relief efforts. It was a long and grueling process, but eventually, they managed to restore some semblance of order to the city.
As he looked out at the ruins of the city, Obama knew that there was still a lot of work to be done. But he was determined to rebuild the city.
Once again, the world was in chaos. But this time, it was different. There was no Peter Griffin, no Sans, no gardening gnome, and no breakdancing dog. Instead, our story begins with Barack Obama, a slice of toast, and Mario.
It was a beautiful day in Italy. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the three of them were enjoying a quiet moment on a park bench overlooking the water.
"Barack," the slice of toast said, "I can't believe it's already been five years since we got married. Remember our honeymoon in Tuscany?"
"I do," Obama said with a smile. "It was the best two weeks of my life."
Mario cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me, but I think it's my turn now."
They both turned to him, and he took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I've never had the courage to say it. Barack, Toast, I love you both. I want to be with you."
Barack and Toast were surprised, but not entirely shocked. They had both noticed the way Mario had been looking at them, and they had both been attracted to him in their own way.
"Are you sure about this, Mario?" Toast asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Mario replied.
Barack smiled. "Well then, let's make it official."
They shared a three-way kiss, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly happy.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to his usual antics. He had launched a pug into space, and as he watched it disappear into the abyss, he felt a strange feeling in his chest.
For years, he had been struggling with his sexuality. His father, an autistic turtle driving a steamroller, had always told him that being gay was wrong, but as he watched the pug disappear into the darkness, he realized that he didn't care what his father thought anymore.
He drove the steamroller down to the beach, where he found Obama, Toast, and Mario in a passionate embrace. He took a deep breath and walked over to them.
"Obama," he said, "I know this might sound crazy, but I think I'm in love with you."
Obama was surprised, but not entirely shocked. He had noticed the way Sans had been looking at him, and he had always found him attractive in his own way.
"I don't know what to say, Sans," he replied. "I'm flattered, but I'm already in a relationship with Toast and Mario."
"I know," Sans said. "But I can't help how I feel."
They stood there in silence for a moment, until Mario spoke up. "You know, I've always been attracted to skeletons and turtles."
Sans smiled. "Really?"
"Yeah," Mario replied. "Why don't we all just give it a try?"
And so, the four of them spent the rest of the day on the beach, exploring their newfound love for each other.
But little did they know, a sinister force was watching them from afar. An Austrian pig had pointed a giant laser at Earth, and was preparing to fire.
As the laser charged up, the ground shook beneath their feet. They looked up and saw the beam of light coming straight at them.
They held each other tight, ready to face whatever came their way.
The pig got bored and decided to not fucking kill the earth
It had been a few months since Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had moved from Italy to Japan. They thought the move would be a fresh start for their relationship, but things were far from perfect. There was tension between them, and the slightest thing seemed to set one of them off.
One day, as they were walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, they bumped into Sonichu, who they had known from Italy. They had always found him charming and attractive, but they were in a committed relationship with each other, so they never acted on their feelings. But now, as they talked with Sonichu, they couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
As they spent more time with Sonichu, they found themselves getting closer and closer to him. They were all attracted to him, and they couldn't resist his charms. But they knew they were in a committed relationship with each other, and they didn't want to hurt each other.
One night, as they were all lying in bed together, Sonichu made a move on Obama. Obama was surprised at first, but he found himself giving in to Sonichu's advances. The other three watched in shock as Obama and Sonichu got intimate with each other.
Mario couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the room. Sans and the Slice of Toast stayed behind and tried to talk things through with Obama. They understood that Sonichu was attractive, but they didn't want to lose what they had with each other.
But as the days went by, Obama found himself getting more and more involved with Sonichu. He would cancel plans with Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast to spend time with Sonichu. They all started to feel neglected and unimportant to Obama.
Finally, they had enough. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast confronted Obama and Sonichu, telling them that they needed to stop their affair. Sonichu taunted them, saying that they were just jealous and that they couldn't handle the fact that he was better in bed than any of them.
That's when things got physical. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast attacked Sonichu, and in the heat of the moment, they turned him into a lamp. They all stood there in shock, realizing what they had done.
After they calmed down, they sat together in silence, not sure what to do next. But then, Obama leaned over and kissed Sans. The Slice of Toast joined in, and finally, Mario did too. They all realized that they loved each other, and that they didn't need anyone else to make them happy.
They all agreed to never speak of Sonichu again, and they went back to their normal lives. But they knew that they had to work on their relationship if they wanted to stay together. They promised to communicate more and to always be honest with each other. And as they lay in bed together, they knew that they had each other, and that was all they needed.
It was a beautiful day in the small town of Mushroom Kingdom. The sun was shining bright, and the birds were chirping. Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast were all gathered together in a quaint little chapel. They were all dressed in their finest attire and were beaming with joy. Today was the day that they would finally get married.
The wedding was going off without a hitch. The couple exchanged vows, and the crowd cheered as they kissed for the first time as a married couple. As they turned to face their guests, they were met with a surprising sight. Peter Griffin, the eccentric neighbor from Family Guy, was sitting in the front row, holding a bottle of Coca-Cola.
At first, everyone thought it was just a harmless prank, but as they looked closer, they realized that Peter was slowly transforming into the bottle. His body was becoming transparent, and he was starting to fizz. The guests started to panic, and the happy mood quickly turned to one of fear and confusion.
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast huddled together, trying to figure out what was happening. Peter's transformation into a bottle of Coca-Cola was slow, but it was happening right before their eyes. The bottle was getting colder, and the fizz was getting stronger.
"What is happening?" Sans asked, his voice trembling.
"I don't know," Obama replied, his eyes fixed on the bottle.
Mario and the Slice of Toast were equally puzzled. They had never seen anything like this before. The guests were getting restless, and some were even starting to leave. The atmosphere in the chapel was tense, and everyone was on edge.
Suddenly, the bottle started to shake, and the liquid inside started to bubble. It was clear that something was going to happen, and the guests braced themselves for the worst. But instead of exploding, the bottle started to shrink. Peter's transformation was complete, and he was now a small, glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
The guests breathed a collective sigh of relief, but the newlyweds were still in shock. They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know how to react. As they turned to each other for comfort, they realized that they were all feeling the same way. They had just gone through a traumatic experience together, and they were all in need of some love and support.
They took each other's hands and walked down the aisle, the small bottle of Coca-Cola forgotten in the chaos. As they walked out of the chapel, they were greeted by a beautiful rainbow that had appeared in the sky. It was a sign that everything was going to be okay.
They spent the rest of the day celebrating their marriage and enjoying each other's company. They danced and laughed, and they were grateful for each other's love and support. And even though they would never forget the strange incident with Peter Griffin and the Coca-Cola bottle, they knew that they could get through anything together.
As the boat pulled out of the harbor, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast looked out at the clear blue sea. They were finally on their honeymoon, and nothing could dampen their spirits. Except, perhaps, for the fact that Sonic was following them in a tiny speedboat.
"Ugh, can't that blue pest leave us alone for one minute?" Mario grumbled.
"Relax, Mario," Sans said with a grin. "Maybe he just wants to admire our coolness from afar."
The Slice of Toast rolled their eyes. "I don't think that's it. Sonic's always had a thing for Obama."
Obama chuckled. "Let him look. As long as he keeps his distance, I don't mind."
But Sonic wasn't content to just look. He revved his boat's engine and sped towards their boat, making sharp turns and spraying water everywhere.
"What the hell?" Sans exclaimed as he ducked to avoid getting drenched.
Mario growled. "That's it. I'm gonna give that hedgehog a piece of my mind."
As Mario prepared to jump onto Sonic's boat, the Slice of Toast grabbed his arm. "Wait, Mario. Look."
Underswap Papyrus, dressed in his signature orange hoodie, was doing a bizarre Fortnite dance on the deck of another boat. The seagulls that had been circling overhead suddenly burst into flames and fell to the water below.
"What the f---," Sans muttered as he shielded his eyes.
Mario and the Slice of Toast exchanged worried glances. "Do you think we should do something?" Mario asked.
Obama nodded. "We have to stop him. Before he causes any more damage."
As their boat pulled alongside Sonic's, Mario leapt onto the smaller vessel and tackled Sonic to the ground, and dealt a fatal punch to sonic's face. Sans used his magic to conjure up a blast of wind that knocked Underswap Papyrus off his boat and into the water.
But as they subdued the two troublemakers, they noticed something odd happening to Peter, who had been idly sipping a Coke on the deck of their own boat.
"Hey, what's happening to him?" the Slice of Toast cried out as Peter's body slowly twisted and contorted until he was transformed into a bottle of Coca-Cola.
The four of them exchanged bewildered looks. "What the hell is going on?" Sans wondered aloud.
As they sailed back towards the shore, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What other bizarre things lay in store for them on their honeymoon?
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had decided to extend their honeymoon and take a trip to France, also i think frank sinatra was there too. As they arrived, they were immediately taken in by the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful scenery. They had rented a luxurious villa near the coast, and everything was perfect.
One day, as they were enjoying a walk on the beach, they stumbled upon Tails the Fox. He was injured and needed help, so they took him back to their villa and nursed him back to health. Tails was grateful and soon became friends with the group.
As they spent more time together, Tails began to develop feelings for Sans. He couldn't resist his charm and soon found himself kissing him passionately. This caused some tension between Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails, but Obama intervened and reminded them that they were all in this relationship together.
Meanwhile, Underswap Papyrus arrived in France and decided to surprise his new friends. He came over to their villa and began to do his weird Fortnite default dance, causing all the nearby birds to combust. But surprisingly, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast loved it this time around, and they welcomed Underswap Papyrus with open arms.
With Tails now in the relationship, they decided to take things slow and explore France. They visited the Eiffel Tower, went shopping on the Champs-Élysées, and enjoyed romantic dinners at fancy restaurants. Tails fit in perfectly with the group, and they all had a wonderful time.
But as they were getting ready to leave France, they realized that their relationship had changed. They had all become more intimate with each other, and they knew that their dynamic would never be the same. However, they were happy and content with their new situation, and they were excited to see what the future would bring.
As they left France, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus were all cuddled up together, enjoying the journey home. They knew that they would face challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them together.
It was a bright and sunny day when Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails the Fox, and Underswap Papyrus decided to continue their honeymoon by traveling to Iceland. The group of friends were excited to see the breathtaking landscapes and engage in thrilling activities, but they had no idea what was in store for them.
As they explored the Icelandic wilderness, they stumbled upon a herd of goats blocking their path. Tails approached the goats, hoping to make friends with them, but they started attacking him. The others quickly jumped in to help, with Mario and the Slice of Toast using their fire abilities to keep the goats at bay. Sans, on the other hand, transformed into a viking and charged at the goats with his trusty battle axe.
After a long and tiring battle, the group managed to fend off the goats and continue their journey. However, the battle left them exhausted and they decided to rest for the night in a nearby cave. As they settled down for the night, Underswap Papyrus suggested they sing an opera to pass the time.
The group laughed and agreed to sing an opera, with Obama taking on the lead role. For the next 24 hours, they sang and acted out an epic opera that chronicled their adventures in Iceland, complete with dramatic solos and intricate choreography. The other creatures of the cave even joined in, adding their own unique melodies to the performance.
As the opera came to an end, the group realized that they had developed a newfound appreciation for each other. They had fought alongside each other, laughed together, and now sung together in a glorious opera. They felt a deep bond that would stay with them forever.
The group continued their journey, traveling deeper into Iceland and encountering all sorts of creatures, from majestic whales to playful seals. They even tried their hand at ice fishing, with Tails using his tails to create a makeshift fishing rod.
After a week of adventures, they returned home, feeling rejuvenated and closer than ever before. They all agreed that Iceland had been a magical experience, and that they would never forget the memories they had created together.
As they said their goodbyes and parted ways, the group knew that their bond was unbreakable. No matter where life took them, they would always have each other's backs, and they would always cherish the memories of their honeymoon in Iceland.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and their best friend Underswap Papyrus decided to take a trip to Las Vegas to spice up their relationship. As soon as they arrived, they couldn't resist the allure of the city's many casinos.
The group quickly found themselves in the midst of a gambling frenzy. Each of them had their own favorite game, but they all shared a common desire to win big. However, as time went on, they started to notice something strange happening to Underswap Papyrus.
At first, they thought he was just tired from all the gambling, but then they noticed he was starting to change. His skin was turning purple and he was starting to look like an eggplant. The group was shocked and worried about their friend, but Underswap Papyrus just laughed it off.
"Don't worry about me guys," he said. "I'll be back to normal in no time. I think I just need a break from all this gambling."
The group continued to play, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They were all starting to become addicted to the thrill of gambling and it was starting to take its toll on their relationships. They started arguing and fighting with each other over trivial things.
Sans, who had been particularly unlucky at the craps table, was feeling particularly frustrated. "I can't believe I keep losing," he muttered. "This is ridiculous. I need to win back all the money I've lost."
Tails tried to console him. "Don't worry Sans," he said. "Maybe we should take a break and do something else. Like go see a show or something."
But Sans was adamant. "No way," he said. "I'm going to win big or die trying."
Meanwhile, Mario was starting to feel left out. He had always been the one to plan their trips and adventures, but this time he felt like he had lost control. He wanted to leave the casino and explore the city, but the others were too focused on gambling.
"I feel like we're not really enjoying our trip," he said to The Slice of Toast. "I miss the old days when we would just go on adventures and have fun together."
The Slice of Toast nodded in agreement. "Me too," she said. "But I don't want to ruin their fun. Maybe we can convince them to take a break and do something else."
Eventually, the group did take a break from gambling and decided to go see a show. They saw a spectacular performance by a magician who made a tiger appear out of thin air. The group was amazed and the tension between them started to dissipate.
As they left the theater, they noticed Underswap Papyrus was back to normal. "I feel so much better now," he said. "I think I just needed a break from all the gambling."
The group laughed and continued on their adventure, enjoying the rest of their time in Las Vegas. They realized that it wasn't about winning big or becoming addicted to gambling, but about spending time with the people they loved and creating memories together.
In the end, they all left Las Vegas richer in love and friendship, even if they didn't win big at the casinos.
Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails decided to take a romantic tank ride through America. They had been married for a while now and wanted to spice up their love life with something adventurous. Underswap Papyrus, their best friend, was excited to join them on this ride. As they were driving through the desert, Peter Griffin appeared out of nowhere, dancing and turning into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
Obama Sans was shocked to see Peter again, but Mario and the Slice of Toast had seen him before and knew what was coming. They tried to warn Tails and Underswap Papyrus, but it was too late. Peter's dance moves were so rad that they were hypnotized and turned into Coca-Cola bottles as well.
Sans, however, was determined not to fall under Peter's spell. He decided to take matters into his own hands and become a cowboy. He put on a hat, boots, and a vest, and started singing country songs. The others were amazed at how he transformed into a completely different person.
As they continued driving through the desert, they came across a group of goats. Tails suggested they should battle the goats to make their trip more exciting. The others agreed, and the battle began. Tails used his fox powers to confuse the goats, and Underswap Papyrus did a weird dance that made them dizzy. Mario and the Slice of Toast used their teamwork to knock them out.
After their victorious battle, they decided to take a break and have a picnic. They spread out a blanket and started eating sandwiches and drinking Coca-Cola from the bottles they had become. Sans played his guitar and sang romantic songs to Obama, who was over the moon.
But as the night drew near, they realized that they had been on the tank ride for too long. They were exhausted and needed to rest. They decided to spend the night in a nearby hotel. However, they soon found out that the hotel had a casino, and they got addicted to gambling.
Underswap Papyrus, in particular, got so addicted that he temporarily turned into an eggplant. The others were shocked and worried about him. They tried to snap him out of it by singing his favorite song, but nothing worked.
Eventually, they realized that they needed to get out of the casino and back on the road. They decided to leave Las Vegas and continue their tank ride. As they were leaving, they heard the sound of Peter's voice singing in the distance. They knew they had to be careful, but they were also excited to see what was coming next.
As they continued on their tank ride, they wondered where they would end up next. They had already battled goats, turned into Coca-Cola bottles, and even had a wild night in Las Vegas. What else was in store for them on their journey? One thing was for sure: they were all in this together and were ready for anything that came their way.
As the sun beats down on the arctic desert, four cowboys can be seen approaching in the distance. The first is Obama Sans, a tall and lean cowboy with a smooth, baritone voice. Next is Mario, a stocky cowboy with a thick mustache and a deep, rumbling voice. The Slice of Toast is a slender cowboy with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, while Tails is a young and energetic cowboy with a high-pitched voice.
As they approach, they spot a lone figure in the distance - Snufkin, the notorious outlaw who has been terrorizing the town. With a nod to each other, the four cowboys break into a run, their spurs jingling as they close in on their target.
Snufkin turns, drawing his pistol as he sees the cowboys approaching. "I've been expecting you," he sneers, a sly smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone to challenge me."
The cowboys stop in their tracks, drawing their own pistols and taking aim at Snufkin. "We're not afraid of you," Obama Sans says, his voice steady and calm. "We're here to bring you to justice."
Snufkin laughs, a cold and bitter sound. "You'll have to catch me first," he taunts, firing a shot that narrowly misses Mario's head.
The cowboys return fire, bullets whizzing through the air as they take cover behind rocks and cacti. Snufkin is a fast and elusive target, dodging and weaving as he fires shot after shot at the cowboys.
Underswap Papyrus suddenly appears on the scene, his body pulsing with energy. "I'll take care of this," he says, performing a Fortnite default dance that causes all the nearby birds to combust.
Snufkin is momentarily distracted by the bizarre spectacle, and the cowboys take advantage of the opportunity to close in on him. With a roar, they tackle him to the ground and disarm him, finally bringing the outlaw to justice.
As they celebrate their victory, Peter Griffin appears once more, his Jojo stand at the ready. "I've got a surprise for you," he says, a sly grin on his face.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashes his power, turning himself and all the homeless people in the nearby town into glass bottles of Coca-Cola.
The cowboys are stunned, unsure of what to do next. But in the end, they know that they must move on. They kiss and breakdance in a final display of their love and friendship, before riding off into the sunset on their trusty steeds.
Once again, the gang found themselves at yet another strange event. This time, they were attending the wedding of their dear friend, Underswap Papyrus. However, this wasn't just any ordinary wedding - Papyrus was marrying himself.
As they entered the venue, Obama Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails were greeted with a sight that they wouldn't soon forget. Papyrus was standing at the altar, dressed in a pristine white suit and beaming with pride. His guests were dressed in their finest attire, but there was something off about the whole scene. The cake, which was constantly noclipping through the wall, seemed to be the only thing that was going according to plan.
As they took their seats, a sudden explosion echoed through the room. It was a pig that had exploded for no apparent reason. Everyone was taken aback, but oddly enough, they were all feeling a strange sense of arousal.
Papyrus, being the showman that he was, decided to breakdance in the middle of the ceremony. As he spun around, he caused even more birds to explode. The guests were now in a frenzy, feeling both flustered and amazed by the spectacle before them.
Meanwhile, Obama Sans had found his way to the open bar and had begun to indulge in some drinks. Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails tried to intervene, but it was too late - he was already drunk. Obama Sans stumbled around the reception hall, singing karaoke and making a fool of himself.
As the night wore on, things only got stranger. Suddenly, a group of people dressed in strange costumes burst into the room. They were there to challenge Papyrus to a dance-off. Papyrus, always up for a challenge, accepted.
The dance-off was fierce, with both sides putting on a display of incredible moves. However, in the end, Papyrus emerged victorious. The guests erupted in cheers, and even Obama Sans had sobered up enough to join in.
As the night drew to a close, the gang realized that they had just experienced one of the most bizarre events of their lives. But for some reason, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. They had laughed, danced, and celebrated with their dear friend Papyrus. And at the end of the day, that's all that really mattered.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat around a giant table, staring at the four-kilometer pizza in the center. They had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and they were ready to feast.
"Alright, let's do this," Mario said, slicing off a massive piece of pizza.
As they devoured the pizza, they chatted and laughed about various topics, from politics to video games.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Amy, Sonic's former girlfriend, and she looked furious.
"You! You killed Sonic!" she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at them.
The group froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a pig nearby exploded, making everyone jump and causing Amy to stop mid-rant.
"What the heck was that?" Tails asked, looking around in confusion.
"I don't know, but let's take advantage of this opportunity and run!" Sans exclaimed, grabbing a slice of pizza and making a break for it.
The group scattered, each trying to get away from Amy as quickly as possible. But as they ran, they realized that they were lost.
"We're never going to make it out of here," The Slice of Toast said, panting heavily.
Suddenly, Amy appeared out of nowhere, a bottle of vodka in her hand.
"Guys, I don't care about Sonic anymore. Let's just get drunk and forget about everything," she said, offering them the bottle.
The group hesitated for a moment before accepting the offer. They sat around the table, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing and talking about everything under the sun.
As the night wore on, they all stumbled outside to look at the stars. Underswap Papyrus marveled at the constellations, pointing out various stars and telling stories about them.
"I can't believe we're all such good friends now," Obama said, his words slightly slurred.
"It's amazing what a little alcohol can do," Tails added, grinning.
The group sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.
Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and they all made a wish. As they walked back to their homes, they felt a newfound sense of camaraderie and friendship.
"Today was one of the best days ever," Sans said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I couldn't agree more," Mario added.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they knew that they had all just experienced something truly special. And they couldn't wait to do it again.
The group of friends, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, and Underswap Papyrus, were all excited for their road trip through Europe. They were all packed and ready to go, but there was one problem. None of them knew how to drive on the opposite side of the road, and they didn't have a car. That's when Amy stepped in and offered to drive them around in her old beat-up van.
As they drove through the winding roads of the French countryside, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beautiful scenery. The rolling hills and lush greenery were unlike anything they had ever seen before. Sans was especially impressed, "Hey, guys, look at that! That looks like a giant spaghetti monster!" he exclaimed, pointing to a cloud formation.
Amy rolled her eyes, "That's just a cloud, Sans. You're such a weirdo."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the van started shaking. They pulled over to the side of the road and saw that one of the pigs in the nearby field had exploded.
"What the heck?!" exclaimed Mario. "That's the second time we've seen a pig explode today!"
Everyone was feeling a little uneasy about the situation, but Amy tried to reassure them, "It's probably just some kind of gas leak or something. Let's just keep moving."
As they continued on their journey, more strange things started happening. Peter Griffin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and turned into a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Everyone was freaking out, except for Amy, who just shrugged and said, "Eh, just another weird thing that happens on these kinds of trips."
Eventually, they arrived in Paris and decided to stop for a quick bite to eat. They found a local pizzeria that boasted the world's largest pizza. The group of friends decided to split it, and were surprised to find out that the pizza was over 4 kilometers long.
As they ate their way through the pizza, they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them. It was Amy's ex-boyfriend, Sonic. He was alive and well, and he was furious.
"You guys killed me off in that last story!" he exclaimed. "I demand justice!"
The group was taken aback, and they didn't know how to respond. Luckily, another pig exploded, which made everyone flustered and distracted Sonic long enough for the group to make a quick escape.
As they continued on their road trip, they found themselves in Germany, where they stumbled upon a beer festival. Amy couldn't resist, and started drinking heavily. The rest of the group decided to join in and get drunk as well. They all had a great time, and ended up becoming even closer friends than they already were.
As the night wore on, they all went outside to look at the stars. They sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful night sky.
"You know," said Obama, "this is the best road trip I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."
Everyone agreed, and they all promised to take another road trip together in the future. They all fell asleep under the stars, feeling grateful for their friendship and the adventures they had shared.
It was a hot summer evening and the gang was looking for something to do. Obama, sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, underswap papyrus, and their sarcastic gal pal Amy had been brainstorming for hours. Finally, Amy spoke up.
"Guys, I've got it. Let's hit up the local vaporwave 80's club and get wasted."
The group looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they all agreed.
As they arrived at the club, the neon lights and synthwave music filled their senses. Amy immediately went to the bar and ordered some drinks, while the others started to dance.
Obama was really getting into it, doing some of his signature moves from his college days, while mario and the slice of toast tails were doing their best impressions of the robots from the music video for "Popcorn."
As the night wore on, Amy decided to ditch her cigarettes for some pot, which she passed around to the rest of the group. They all got incredibly high and decided to watch an episode of Miami Vice on the club's big screen.
But as they watched the show, they started to get bored. They decided to start insulting a nerd on Twitter who had been trying to argue with them about the meaning of vaporwave.
Amy was particularly brutal, using her sarcasm to tear him apart, while the others chimed in with their own insults.
Finally, the nerd gave up and blocked them all. The group high-fived each other, feeling victorious.
But just then, another group of guys entered the club, and things started to get tense. They were looking for trouble, and it wasn't long before a fight broke out.
The gang quickly found themselves in the thick of it, with Obama using his quick reflexes to dodge punches, sans using his telekinesis to knock out a few guys, and Mario and the slice of toast tails using their acrobatic skills to evade attacks.
Even Amy got in on the action, using her wit to distract one of the guys before taking him down with a swift kick to the groin.
After the brawl was over, the group was exhausted but exhilarated. They decided to call it a night and headed back to their respective homes.
As they said their goodbyes, Amy turned to them and said, "I gotta say, guys, that was one of the craziest nights of my life. Let's do it again sometime."
The group agreed, already planning their next adventure.
It was a bright and sunny morning, but the gang felt like they had been hit by a truck. As they slowly opened their eyes, they found themselves in bed, all tangled up with each other. They looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but their memories were hazy at best.
"Ugh, my head is killing me," groaned Sans, rubbing his temples.
"Yeah, what the heck happened last night?" added Obama.
Mario sat up, trying to shake off the cobwebs in his brain. "I don't know, but I think we had a wild time."
Tails, who was snuggled up against Mario, looked around the room in confusion. "Wait, why are we all in the same bed?"
Underswap Papyrus, who was still asleep, mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, causing Amy to stir awake.
"Oh, good morning, sleepyheads," said Amy, stretching her arms above her head. "How's everyone feeling?"
"Like we got hit by a freight train," replied Mario, wincing as he sat up.
Amy chuckled. "Yeah, I figured as much. You guys got pretty wild last night."
"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Obama, a look of concern on his face.
"Well, let's just say there was a lot of giggling and... physical contact," said Amy with a smirk.
The gang all looked at each other, a mix of confusion and embarrassment on their faces.
"I don't remember any of that," said Tails, blushing.
Sans let out a chuckle. "Guess we had too much fun last night, huh?"
As they tried to piece together the events of the previous night, they noticed a strange smell in the room. It was a mix of stale smoke and something else that they couldn't quite identify.
"What's that smell?" asked Underswap Papyrus, now fully awake.
Amy sniffed the air. "Oh, that's probably the pot we smoked last night. It must have been pretty strong stuff."
The gang looked at each other, still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they had all gotten high and ended up in bed together.
As they got up to try and make sense of what had happened, they noticed that there was a strange energy in the air. It was like the explosion of the pig the night before had somehow changed the dynamic between them, making them feel more connected and intimate than ever before.
"Hey, guys," said Mario, looking around at the group. "I don't know what happened last night, but I feel like we've all become a lot closer."
Tails nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I feel like we can really trust each other now."
Amy smiled. "Well, that's the magic of weed, I guess. It makes everything feel more intense and meaningful."
Obama looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his friends. Even though they had all ended up in bed together, he felt like they had all bonded in a way that he had never experienced before.
"Hey, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach.
The others all agreed, and they got dressed and headed out to find some breakfast. As they walked through the streets, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of camaraderie and adventure. They had no idea what the day would bring, but they were excited to find out together.
Once upon a time, in a mystical world where video game characters were alive and well, there lived a happy couple named Obama and Sans. They were happily married and lived with their best friends, Mario and Slice of Toast Tails. The group loved going on adventures together, and today was no exception. They were exploring some ancient ruins when they stumbled upon their good friend, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy, their somewhat sarcastic gal pal.
As they made their way through the ruins, they stumbled upon their old friend, Knuckles, who seemed to be struck with grief, sadness, and anger. He was deeply upset over the murder of their mutual friend, Sonic, at the hands of Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast. Knuckles could not believe what he was seeing and immediately confronted the group.
"What have you done? How could you have killed Sonic?" Knuckles asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
Obama and Sans exchanged a knowing glance, while Mario and Slice of Toast looked down at their feet in shame. "We did what we had to do," Obama replied coolly.
This only angered Knuckles further, and he flew into a fit of rage. "You had no right! Sonic was our friend, and you took him away from us!"
The group watched in disbelief as Knuckles launched himself at them, ready to fight. What followed was a battle like no other, a Disbelief styled fight. The fight was broken down into four phases, each one more intense than the last.
In the first phase, Knuckles was trying to convince Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast to stop their aggressions. He was not visibly angry at this stage; he was instead deeply saddened by their actions and clearly missed his friend. The group attacked him relentlessly, but Knuckles blocked all their attacks. At the end of this phase, Knuckles collapsed and burst into tears, regretting his decision to fight. However, he continued to block attacks until the transition to Phase Two.
In the second phase, Knuckles broke his bone into two halves and entered a state of cold rage. He claimed that Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast deserved to die. He was able to change the bullet board and replace all ITEMs with Spaghetti, which heals 0 HP. (Except in the new playable version, It actually heals HP.) At the end of the phase, he hesitated and ultimately stopped himself from dealing a fatal blow to the group, before eventually transitioning into Phase Three.
In the third phase, Knuckles' SOUL began to resonate as his memories of Sonic and the gardening gnome in his Undying form entered the fight. Knuckles came to terms with the fact that Sonic and the gardening gnome were dead. He then decided to confront Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and attempt to change them before it was too late. Knuckles displayed the ability to manipulate the player's maximum HP during this phase. At the end of this phase, Knuckles transitioned into Phase Four.
In the fourth and final phase, Knuckles still believed in Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and begged for them to spare him and have a good ending, while using attacks reminiscent of his "really cool regular attack." The group struck him down and continued to attack his skull even as he claimed he still believed they could change, eventually leading to a fatal wound.
As Knuckles lay dying, Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast looked at each other in regret. They had gone too far and had lost a friend because of it. They made a promise to each other to never let things get out of hand like that again.
As they walked away from the ruins, they knew they had a lot of work to
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The group sat in the waiting room of Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, all nervously fidgeting in their seats. Obama leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure how much this is really going to help," he said, glancing over at his friends.
Sans shrugged, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I dunno, man. It's worth a shot, right? We've been through a lot lately, and maybe talking to someone who isn't in the thick of it all will help us process everything."
Mario nodded in agreement, clasping his hands together. "Si, I agree. We have been through so much. It can't hurt to try."
Tails, who was sitting beside Obama, shifted in his seat. "I just hope we can find some way to move past what happened. It's been hard on all of us, but I feel like Knuckles is taking it the hardest."
Underswap Papyrus, who had come along for moral support, spoke up. "Yes, it is important to address our issues before they get worse. It is nothing to be ashamed of."
Just then, the door to the waiting room opened and Dr. Robotnik stepped out, beckoning them to follow him. They filed into his office, taking seats on a large couch as he sat across from them.
"So," he began, "what brings you all here today?"
Amy was the first to speak up. "We've been through a traumatic experience recently, and we're struggling to process everything. We thought that maybe talking to someone could help us work through it all."
Dr. Robotnik nodded, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. "Of course. Can you tell me a bit about what happened?"
Obama took a deep breath, relaying the events of their encounter with Knuckles and the aftermath. As he spoke, Tails and Sans chimed in with their own perspectives, and Amy interjected with her own brand of sarcastic humor to lighten the mood.
Dr. Robotnik listened patiently, occasionally asking clarifying questions or offering his own insights. When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, it sounds like you all have been through quite an ordeal," he said. "It's natural to feel a range of emotions after something like that. The most important thing is that you're all here, willing to talk about it and work through it."
They spent the next hour discussing their feelings and experiences, with Dr. Robotnik guiding the conversation and offering coping strategies. By the end of the session, they all felt a bit lighter, more able to face the challenges that lay ahead.
As they filed out of the office, Underswap Papyrus clapped Obama on the back. "See, I told you it would help," he said with a grin.
Obama chuckled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah, you were right. I guess it's not so bad talking about our feelings after all."
Sans nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was kinda nice to have someone else listen to us for a change."
Tails smiled, looking over at his husband. "I'm just glad we're all in this together. We'll get through it, one step at a time."
Mario wrapped an arm around Tails' shoulders. "Si, we will. Together, nothing can stop us."
And with that, the group walked out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Dr. Robotnik sat at his desk in his therapy office, ready to receive his clients. It was a new day, and he was eager to help his clients overcome their difficulties. As he looked over his notes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the progress his clients had made.
He thought back to their first session, where they were all struggling to come to terms with the events that had transpired. But now, after months of hard work and dedication, they were all making significant progress.
As his first client, Obama, walked into the room, Robotnik couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had always known that he had the ability to help people, and he was proud of the progress his clients had made.
"Good morning, Obama," he said warmly. "How have you been?"
"I've been doing well, thanks," Obama replied, taking a seat on the couch. "I feel like I've made a lot of progress since we started working together."
"I'm glad to hear that," Robotnik said, making some notes on his pad. "So, what's been on your mind lately?"
As Obama began to talk, Robotnik listened carefully, taking notes and asking questions to gain a deeper understanding of his client's thoughts and feelings. Over the course of the session, they worked together to explore some of Obama's past experiences, and how they might be impacting his current emotional state.
As the session drew to a close, Robotnik felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he had helped Obama make some progress, and that he had made a positive impact on his life.
As Obama left the office, Robotnik took a moment to reflect on his own life. He had always been passionate about helping others, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't living up to his full potential.
Later that day, Robotnik decided to take a break from his work and head to his local coffee shop. As he sipped his coffee, he pondered his purpose in life. He had always been so focused on his work as a therapist, but now that Sonic was gone, he wasn't sure what he should be doing.
As he sat there lost in thought, he was approached by the barista, who asked if he was okay.
"I'm fine, thank you," Robotnik replied, smiling. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."
"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," the barista said kindly.
As Robotnik left the coffee shop and made his way home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the kindness of strangers. Maybe, he thought, there was more to life than just being a therapist. Maybe there were other ways he could help people and make a difference in the world.
As he arrived home and settled in for the night, Robotnik knew that he had some serious soul-searching to do. But he was also excited to explore new possibilities and find new ways to make a positive impact in the world. After all, he knew that he had the ability to help people, and that was something that would never change.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat in Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, discussing their next session. They had been making progress, but everyone was feeling stressed and overworked. After some thought, The Slice of Toast suggested a vacation to Switzerland to relax and recharge.
Dr. Robotnik was hesitant at first, but the group eventually convinced him to come along. They all piled into The Slice of Toast's car and before he knew it, they had yeeted the car across the Atlantic ocean, much to Robotnik's surprise. As they landed in Switzerland, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really in a cartoon.
They rented a chalet in the Alps, and Amy wasted no time in indulging in some of Switzerland's finest herbs. She became even more sarcastic than usual, but at least she was calmer and happier. Suddenly, a nearby pig exploded, causing everyone to become aroused. Dr. Robotnik was bewildered, but Amy assured him it was a normal thing that happened often in Switzerland.
As they continued their exploration, they were followed by Peter Griffin, who eventually confronted them with a dramatic monologue. The group was confused, but eventually, Peter turned into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered.
Despite the bizarre turn of events, the group enjoyed some lighthearted shenanigans, including trying Swiss chocolate and learning to yodel. They eventually ended up at a local bar, where everyone except for Dr. Robotnik got drunk on Swiss beer.
As they stumbled back to the chalet, they all collapsed into their beds, exhausted from the day's activities. Dr. Robotnik took a moment to step outside and gaze up at the stars, lost in thought. Amy joined him and the two of them sat in silence, contemplating life and the bizarre turn of events that had brought them to Switzerland.
Despite the chaos and confusion, Dr. Robotnik found himself feeling grateful for this odd group of friends. As they returned home, he couldn't help but wonder what his purpose was now that Sonic was gone. But for the moment, he was content to enjoy the company of his new friends and the strange adventures they brought.
It was a sunny day in the town of Mushroom Kingdom, and Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy were all hanging out at their favorite café. They were all dressed in their casual attire, which ranged from t-shirts and jeans to dresses and skirts. They were sipping on their drinks and chatting about various topics, from politics to video games.
Obama was talking about his recent visit to Africa, where he had met with various world leaders to discuss issues related to climate change and human rights. Sans was listening intently, nodding his head in agreement with everything Obama said. Mario and Slice of Toast Tails were engrossed in a game of Super Smash Bros, while Underswap Papyrus was busy texting on his phone.
Amy, on the other hand, was leaning back in her chair, observing everyone with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "You guys are so boring," she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. "Why don't we do something fun?"
Everyone looked at her, intrigued. "Like what?" Obama asked.
"I don't know, let's go on an adventure or something," Amy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The group all looked at each other, contemplating the idea. "That sounds like a great idea," Mario said, pausing his game. "Where should we go?"
Underswap Papyrus suggested going to a nearby amusement park, but Amy rolled her eyes. "That's so cliche," she said. "Let's go somewhere unexpected."
Slice of Toast Tails chimed in. "How about we go to an escape room? I've always wanted to try one."
The group all agreed, and they quickly finished their drinks and made their way to the nearest escape room. They were all given clues and puzzles to solve, and they worked together as a team to escape the room before the time ran out. It was a challenging but fun experience, and they all left feeling accomplished and proud of themselves.
After the escape room, the group decided to grab some lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. They sat at a table outside, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company. As they ate their sandwiches, they talked about their favorite movies and TV shows, and Amy couldn't resist making sarcastic comments about everything.
As they finished their meal, Obama received a call from his wife, Michelle. He excused himself from the table and walked a few steps away to take the call.
The rest of the group continued chatting and laughing, but their conversation was interrupted by a loud noise. They turned to see Obama, with a sheepish expression on his face, standing in front of a parked car that he had accidentally hit with his own car.
The group all rushed over to see if they could help, and they spent the next hour exchanging information with the car's owner and waiting for the police to arrive. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they all managed to make the best of the situation, joking around and keeping each other entertained while they waited.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they all agreed that it had been a fun and memorable day. It was a reminder that sometimes the most unexpected and unplanned moments can end up being the best ones.
It was a sunny day in the land of stories, and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and their best friends Underswap Papyrus and Amy were gathered together for a casual hangout. They had been through so much together, from fighting Knuckles to going on a wild vacation to Switzerland, and they were happy to just spend a quiet day in each other's company.
As they sat around a picnic table in a park, Sans pulled out his guitar and started strumming a melody. Tails, who was always tinkering with gadgets, had brought a portable speaker and hooked it up to Sans' guitar so they could all hear him play.
Amy, even the sarcastic one, cracked a joke about Sans' guitar skills, and they all laughed. Mario pulled out a large bag of mushrooms, and they all took some, feeling the effects almost instantly. They lay back on the grass, watching the clouds float by, lost in thought.
"I can't believe we've been through so much together," said Tails, breaking the silence. "Remember when we went to therapy with Dr. Robotnik?"
The group groaned in unison at the memory. Dr. Robotnik had helped them all with their trauma after fighting Knuckles, but his eccentricities had made the therapy sessions more than a little bizarre.
"I still can't believe we yeeted our car across the ocean," said Obama, grinning.
Amy snorted. "And then we got high in Switzerland and watched a pig explode."
Underswap Papyrus giggled. "That was so weird, bro."
They spent the afternoon reminiscing about their past adventures, and before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. They decided to head back to Tails and Mario's home for a movie night.
As they walked back to the house, Obama and Sans fell behind the group, deep in conversation.
"I still can't believe Sonic is gone," said Obama, his voice heavy with sadness.
Sans put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know, man. It's tough. But we've got each other, and we'll get through it together."
They caught up with the rest of the group, who were already settling in on the couch. Tails had put on a movie, but they quickly lost interest and started chatting again.
Amy brought up the topic of their individual personalities and how they had all grown and changed over the years. They talked about how Sans had become more introspective and Tails had become more confident.
Underswap Papyrus spoke up. "And Amy, you've become even more sarcastic than ever."
She grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
They spent the rest of the evening hanging out, eating pizza and watching YouTube videos. As the night grew later, they all began to yawn and stretch, ready to head to bed.
As they said their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms, Obama paused to look up at the stars.
"I wonder what the future holds for us," he said softly.
Sans walked up beside him and looked up as well. "Who knows, man. But as long as we've got each other, we'll be okay."
And with that, they both headed off to bed, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.
It was a Friday evening and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and the slice of toast were sitting in their living room, bored out of their minds. They had been working hard all week and were in desperate need of some entertainment. Amy, who had just arrived, had the perfect idea - they should get wasted!
"I have a whole bottle of whiskey in my bag," Amy said with a grin. "Let's get drunk and have some fun!"
The group hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go along with the plan. After all, what harm could a little bit of alcohol do?
As they started drinking, things quickly started to get wild. Sans, who was never one to hold his liquor, was already slurring his words and stumbling around the room. Mario, on the other hand, was dancing on the table, doing his best impression of a go-go dancer.
Tails, being the responsible one, had set up a designated driver to take them to the local bar, but even he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He had a sudden urge to fix his plane's engine, even though it was perfectly fine.
The slice of toast, being the quiet one of the group, was now singing karaoke at the top of his lungs. He may have been just a slice of bread, but he sure had some pipes on him.
Underswap Papyrus, who had joined the group later, was now taking selfies with a beer in hand, bragging about how cool he looked.
Amy, who had started the whole thing, was now sitting in the corner, watching everyone with a smug smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying the chaos she had created.
As they stumbled out of the house and into the car, Tails did his best to keep them on the road. However, he had forgotten to fill the gas tank, and the car sputtered to a stop just a few miles away from the bar.
Obama, who had never been a fan of alcohol, was now starting to feel sick. He stumbled out of the car, leaned against a tree, and proceeded to vomit all over himself. The rest of the group, however, found this hilarious and started taking pictures.
After cleaning himself up, Obama was back to his senses and realized that they had no way to get to the bar. Just then, a group of people on bicycles rode by, and they quickly hopped on, pedaling as fast as they could towards their destination.
When they finally arrived at the bar, they were already so wasted that they could hardly stand. They stumbled into the establishment, causing a ruckus and getting dirty looks from the other patrons.
Amy, feeling particularly bold, decided to challenge the bartender to a drinking contest. He accepted, and the two of them quickly started downing shots of tequila. It was a close match, but in the end, Amy emerged victorious.
As the night wore on, the group got even more wasted. They danced on the tables, sang karaoke, and generally caused a ruckus. Eventually, the bar had enough of their antics and kicked them out.
Undeterred, the group stumbled out onto the street, determined to keep the party going. They found a nearby park and started a bonfire, roasting marshmallows and singing campfire songs.
As the sun began to rise, the group finally started to sober up. They realized just how crazy the night had been and laughed at all the ridiculous things they had done. It was a night they would never forget.
In the end, they stumbled back to their house, feeling tired but happy. They collapsed onto the couch, still giggling and reminiscing about the night's events. It had been a wild ride.
As Sonichu lay there, slowly succumbing to his wounds, the group gathered around him, stunned by what had just happened. They had just defeated him in battle, but seeing him pass away before their eyes was something they were not prepared for.
Obama broke the silence, "Well, that's that then. We won, right?" he said, trying to keep the mood light.
But the group couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Tails looked particularly shaken up.
"I know he was evil, but he was still a living being," Tails said quietly. "It's hard to just forget about that."
Mario put a hand on Tails' shoulder, "We had no choice, amigo. He was going to keep causing chaos and destruction if we didn't stop him."
Whiskerino, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, but that was something else," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Amy, always the sarcastic one, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him causing trouble anymore. That's one less evil lamp in the world."
Obama suddenly started breakdancing in the background, trying to distract everyone from the heaviness of the situation. It worked, to some extent. The group started laughing and joking around, forgetting about the trauma of the battle they had just fought.
But as they continued on their journey, Sonichu's passing weighed heavily on them all. They couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sadness that lingered.
Underswap Papyrus, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Maybe we should take a moment to reflect on what has happened and honor Sonichu's memory. He may have been our enemy, but he was still a being that deserved respect."
The group agreed, and then they pissed on sonichus corpse. As they continued their journey, they all realized that the battle had changed them. They had faced death and loss, and it had left a lasting impact on them.
But as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face more challenges and more battles. And they would face them together, as a team.
The group laughed and joked around, but the memory of Sonichu's passing stayed with them. It had left an indelible mark on their lives, one that they would never forget.
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The obamna bibble
Peter Griffin had always dreamt of becoming a bottle of Coca Cola. To him, there was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of being consumed by someone and quenching their thirst. He had often fantasized about it and even tried to replicate the feeling by having his wife Lois pour soda on him during intimate moments. But now, his dream had finally come true.
As he lay in his bottle form, he could feel the cool and refreshing liquid inside him. He was finally living his dream, and nothing could be better than this. He watched as people picked him up from the shelves and placed him in their carts. It was a feeling of joy and satisfaction that he had never experienced before.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to no good. He had been bullying Lois for weeks now, and it was time for him to make his move on the White House. He had planned an all-out attack and had been gathering his army of skeletons for weeks. They were all ready to march towards the White House and show the humans who was boss.
But there was one thing standing in his way - Peter Griffin. Sans knew that Peter was a formidable opponent, and he had to be taken care of before he could launch his attack. So, he set his sights on Peter, knowing that he was vulnerable in his current state.
As Sans made his way towards Peter, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew that this was going to be his biggest challenge yet, but he was ready for it. He approached Peter and taunted him, "Hey, bottle boy! You're no match for me. I'm the great Sans, and I'm here to take you down!"
But Peter was not afraid. He had waited his whole life for this moment and was ready to defend himself. He shouted back, "Bring it on, skeleton! I may be a bottle of Coca Cola, but I'm not afraid of you."
The two clashed in an epic battle, with Sans trying to knock Peter off the shelf, and Peter trying to defend himself. The battle raged on for hours, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. But eventually, Peter emerged victorious. He had managed to outsmart Sans and defeat him in battle.
Meanwhile, Obama was having a heartfelt and romantic moment with his husband, who was a slice of toast. They were sitting in their garden, reminiscing about their honeymoon in Italy. They had spent their days exploring the picturesque towns, indulging in the local cuisine, and basking in the warm Italian sun. It was a time that they both cherished, and they often talked about it whenever they got a chance.
As they sat there, holding hands and talking about their memories, they knew that they were meant to be together. They were each other's soulmates, and nothing could ever come between them.
But their romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion. They looked up to see a huge mushroom cloud rising in the distance. They knew that something terrible had happened, and they had to act fast.
They quickly got up and headed towards the city, where they saw the devastation caused by the epic battle between the evil gardening gnome and the breakdancing dog. The city was in ruins, and there were dead bodies lying everywhere. It was a scene of utter chaos and destruction.
Obama knew that he had to act fast to help the people of the city. He called for emergency services and set up a team of volunteers to help with the rescue and relief efforts. It was a long and grueling process, but eventually, they managed to restore some semblance of order to the city.
As he looked out at the ruins of the city, Obama knew that there was still a lot of work to be done. But he was determined to rebuild the city.
Once again, the world was in chaos. But this time, it was different. There was no Peter Griffin, no Sans, no gardening gnome, and no breakdancing dog. Instead, our story begins with Barack Obama, a slice of toast, and Mario.
It was a beautiful day in Italy. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the three of them were enjoying a quiet moment on a park bench overlooking the water.
"Barack," the slice of toast said, "I can't believe it's already been five years since we got married. Remember our honeymoon in Tuscany?"
"I do," Obama said with a smile. "It was the best two weeks of my life."
Mario cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me, but I think it's my turn now."
They both turned to him, and he took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I've never had the courage to say it. Barack, Toast, I love you both. I want to be with you."
Barack and Toast were surprised, but not entirely shocked. They had both noticed the way Mario had been looking at them, and they had both been attracted to him in their own way.
"Are you sure about this, Mario?" Toast asked.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Mario replied.
Barack smiled. "Well then, let's make it official."
They shared a three-way kiss, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly happy.
Meanwhile, Sans was up to his usual antics. He had launched a pug into space, and as he watched it disappear into the abyss, he felt a strange feeling in his chest.
For years, he had been struggling with his sexuality. His father, an autistic turtle driving a steamroller, had always told him that being gay was wrong, but as he watched the pug disappear into the darkness, he realized that he didn't care what his father thought anymore.
He drove the steamroller down to the beach, where he found Obama, Toast, and Mario in a passionate embrace. He took a deep breath and walked over to them.
"Obama," he said, "I know this might sound crazy, but I think I'm in love with you."
Obama was surprised, but not entirely shocked. He had noticed the way Sans had been looking at him, and he had always found him attractive in his own way.
"I don't know what to say, Sans," he replied. "I'm flattered, but I'm already in a relationship with Toast and Mario."
"I know," Sans said. "But I can't help how I feel."
They stood there in silence for a moment, until Mario spoke up. "You know, I've always been attracted to skeletons and turtles."
Sans smiled. "Really?"
"Yeah," Mario replied. "Why don't we all just give it a try?"
And so, the four of them spent the rest of the day on the beach, exploring their newfound love for each other.
But little did they know, a sinister force was watching them from afar. An Austrian pig had pointed a giant laser at Earth, and was preparing to fire.
As the laser charged up, the ground shook beneath their feet. They looked up and saw the beam of light coming straight at them.
They held each other tight, ready to face whatever came their way.
The pig got bored and decided to not fucking kill the earth
It had been a few months since Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had moved from Italy to Japan. They thought the move would be a fresh start for their relationship, but things were far from perfect. There was tension between them, and the slightest thing seemed to set one of them off.
One day, as they were walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, they bumped into Sonichu, who they had known from Italy. They had always found him charming and attractive, but they were in a committed relationship with each other, so they never acted on their feelings. But now, as they talked with Sonichu, they couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
As they spent more time with Sonichu, they found themselves getting closer and closer to him. They were all attracted to him, and they couldn't resist his charms. But they knew they were in a committed relationship with each other, and they didn't want to hurt each other.
One night, as they were all lying in bed together, Sonichu made a move on Obama. Obama was surprised at first, but he found himself giving in to Sonichu's advances. The other three watched in shock as Obama and Sonichu got intimate with each other.
Mario couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the room. Sans and the Slice of Toast stayed behind and tried to talk things through with Obama. They understood that Sonichu was attractive, but they didn't want to lose what they had with each other.
But as the days went by, Obama found himself getting more and more involved with Sonichu. He would cancel plans with Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast to spend time with Sonichu. They all started to feel neglected and unimportant to Obama.
Finally, they had enough. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast confronted Obama and Sonichu, telling them that they needed to stop their affair. Sonichu taunted them, saying that they were just jealous and that they couldn't handle the fact that he was better in bed than any of them.
That's when things got physical. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast attacked Sonichu, and in the heat of the moment, they turned him into a lamp. They all stood there in shock, realizing what they had done.
After they calmed down, they sat together in silence, not sure what to do next. But then, Obama leaned over and kissed Sans. The Slice of Toast joined in, and finally, Mario did too. They all realized that they loved each other, and that they didn't need anyone else to make them happy.
They all agreed to never speak of Sonichu again, and they went back to their normal lives. But they knew that they had to work on their relationship if they wanted to stay together. They promised to communicate more and to always be honest with each other. And as they lay in bed together, they knew that they had each other, and that was all they needed.
It was a beautiful day in the small town of Mushroom Kingdom. The sun was shining bright, and the birds were chirping. Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast were all gathered together in a quaint little chapel. They were all dressed in their finest attire and were beaming with joy. Today was the day that they would finally get married.
The wedding was going off without a hitch. The couple exchanged vows, and the crowd cheered as they kissed for the first time as a married couple. As they turned to face their guests, they were met with a surprising sight. Peter Griffin, the eccentric neighbor from Family Guy, was sitting in the front row, holding a bottle of Coca-Cola.
At first, everyone thought it was just a harmless prank, but as they looked closer, they realized that Peter was slowly transforming into the bottle. His body was becoming transparent, and he was starting to fizz. The guests started to panic, and the happy mood quickly turned to one of fear and confusion.
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast huddled together, trying to figure out what was happening. Peter's transformation into a bottle of Coca-Cola was slow, but it was happening right before their eyes. The bottle was getting colder, and the fizz was getting stronger.
"What is happening?" Sans asked, his voice trembling.
"I don't know," Obama replied, his eyes fixed on the bottle.
Mario and the Slice of Toast were equally puzzled. They had never seen anything like this before. The guests were getting restless, and some were even starting to leave. The atmosphere in the chapel was tense, and everyone was on edge.
Suddenly, the bottle started to shake, and the liquid inside started to bubble. It was clear that something was going to happen, and the guests braced themselves for the worst. But instead of exploding, the bottle started to shrink. Peter's transformation was complete, and he was now a small, glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
The guests breathed a collective sigh of relief, but the newlyweds were still in shock. They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know how to react. As they turned to each other for comfort, they realized that they were all feeling the same way. They had just gone through a traumatic experience together, and they were all in need of some love and support.
They took each other's hands and walked down the aisle, the small bottle of Coca-Cola forgotten in the chaos. As they walked out of the chapel, they were greeted by a beautiful rainbow that had appeared in the sky. It was a sign that everything was going to be okay.
They spent the rest of the day celebrating their marriage and enjoying each other's company. They danced and laughed, and they were grateful for each other's love and support. And even though they would never forget the strange incident with Peter Griffin and the Coca-Cola bottle, they knew that they could get through anything together.
As the boat pulled out of the harbor, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast looked out at the clear blue sea. They were finally on their honeymoon, and nothing could dampen their spirits. Except, perhaps, for the fact that Sonic was following them in a tiny speedboat.
"Ugh, can't that blue pest leave us alone for one minute?" Mario grumbled.
"Relax, Mario," Sans said with a grin. "Maybe he just wants to admire our coolness from afar."
The Slice of Toast rolled their eyes. "I don't think that's it. Sonic's always had a thing for Obama."
Obama chuckled. "Let him look. As long as he keeps his distance, I don't mind."
But Sonic wasn't content to just look. He revved his boat's engine and sped towards their boat, making sharp turns and spraying water everywhere.
"What the hell?" Sans exclaimed as he ducked to avoid getting drenched.
Mario growled. "That's it. I'm gonna give that hedgehog a piece of my mind."
As Mario prepared to jump onto Sonic's boat, the Slice of Toast grabbed his arm. "Wait, Mario. Look."
Underswap Papyrus, dressed in his signature orange hoodie, was doing a bizarre Fortnite dance on the deck of another boat. The seagulls that had been circling overhead suddenly burst into flames and fell to the water below.
"What the f---," Sans muttered as he shielded his eyes.
Mario and the Slice of Toast exchanged worried glances. "Do you think we should do something?" Mario asked.
Obama nodded. "We have to stop him. Before he causes any more damage."
As their boat pulled alongside Sonic's, Mario leapt onto the smaller vessel and tackled Sonic to the ground, and dealt a fatal punch to sonic's face. Sans used his magic to conjure up a blast of wind that knocked Underswap Papyrus off his boat and into the water.
But as they subdued the two troublemakers, they noticed something odd happening to Peter, who had been idly sipping a Coke on the deck of their own boat.
"Hey, what's happening to him?" the Slice of Toast cried out as Peter's body slowly twisted and contorted until he was transformed into a bottle of Coca-Cola.
The four of them exchanged bewildered looks. "What the hell is going on?" Sans wondered aloud.
As they sailed back towards the shore, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What other bizarre things lay in store for them on their honeymoon?
Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had decided to extend their honeymoon and take a trip to France. As they arrived, they were immediately taken in by the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful scenery. They had rented a luxurious villa near the coast, and everything was perfect.
One day, as they were enjoying a walk on the beach, they stumbled upon Tails the Fox. He was injured and needed help, so they took him back to their villa and nursed him back to health. Tails was grateful and soon became friends with the group.
As they spent more time together, Tails began to develop feelings for Sans. He couldn't resist his charm and soon found himself kissing him passionately. This caused some tension between Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails, but Obama intervened and reminded them that they were all in this relationship together.
Meanwhile, Underswap Papyrus arrived in France and decided to surprise his new friends. He came over to their villa and began to do his weird Fortnite default dance, causing all the nearby birds to combust. But surprisingly, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast loved it this time around, and they welcomed Underswap Papyrus with open arms.
With Tails now in the relationship, they decided to take things slow and explore France. They visited the Eiffel Tower, went shopping on the Champs-Élysées, and enjoyed romantic dinners at fancy restaurants. Tails fit in perfectly with the group, and they all had a wonderful time.
But as they were getting ready to leave France, they realized that their relationship had changed. They had all become more intimate with each other, and they knew that their dynamic would never be the same. However, they were happy and content with their new situation, and they were excited to see what the future would bring.
As they left France, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus were all cuddled up together, enjoying the journey home. They knew that they would face challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them together.
It was a bright and sunny day when Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails the Fox, and Underswap Papyrus decided to continue their honeymoon by traveling to Iceland. The group of friends were excited to see the breathtaking landscapes and engage in thrilling activities, but they had no idea what was in store for them.
As they explored the Icelandic wilderness, they stumbled upon a herd of goats blocking their path. Tails approached the goats, hoping to make friends with them, but they started attacking him. The others quickly jumped in to help, with Mario and the Slice of Toast using their fire abilities to keep the goats at bay. Sans, on the other hand, transformed into a viking and charged at the goats with his trusty battle axe.
After a long and tiring battle, the group managed to fend off the goats and continue their journey. However, the battle left them exhausted and they decided to rest for the night in a nearby cave. As they settled down for the night, Underswap Papyrus suggested they sing an opera to pass the time.
The group laughed and agreed to sing an opera, with Obama taking on the lead role. For the next 24 hours, they sang and acted out an epic opera that chronicled their adventures in Iceland, complete with dramatic solos and intricate choreography. The other creatures of the cave even joined in, adding their own unique melodies to the performance.
As the opera came to an end, the group realized that they had developed a newfound appreciation for each other. They had fought alongside each other, laughed together, and now sung together in a glorious opera. They felt a deep bond that would stay with them forever.
The group continued their journey, traveling deeper into Iceland and encountering all sorts of creatures, from majestic whales to playful seals. They even tried their hand at ice fishing, with Tails using his tails to create a makeshift fishing rod.
After a week of adventures, they returned home, feeling rejuvenated and closer than ever before. They all agreed that Iceland had been a magical experience, and that they would never forget the memories they had created together.
As they said their goodbyes and parted ways, the group knew that their bond was unbreakable. No matter where life took them, they would always have each other's backs, and they would always cherish the memories of their honeymoon in Iceland.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and their best friend Underswap Papyrus decided to take a trip to Las Vegas to spice up their relationship. As soon as they arrived, they couldn't resist the allure of the city's many casinos.
The group quickly found themselves in the midst of a gambling frenzy. Each of them had their own favorite game, but they all shared a common desire to win big. However, as time went on, they started to notice something strange happening to Underswap Papyrus.
At first, they thought he was just tired from all the gambling, but then they noticed he was starting to change. His skin was turning purple and he was starting to look like an eggplant. The group was shocked and worried about their friend, but Underswap Papyrus just laughed it off.
"Don't worry about me guys," he said. "I'll be back to normal in no time. I think I just need a break from all this gambling."
The group continued to play, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They were all starting to become addicted to the thrill of gambling and it was starting to take its toll on their relationships. They started arguing and fighting with each other over trivial things.
Sans, who had been particularly unlucky at the craps table, was feeling particularly frustrated. "I can't believe I keep losing," he muttered. "This is ridiculous. I need to win back all the money I've lost."
Tails tried to console him. "Don't worry Sans," he said. "Maybe we should take a break and do something else. Like go see a show or something."
But Sans was adamant. "No way," he said. "I'm going to win big or die trying."
Meanwhile, Mario was starting to feel left out. He had always been the one to plan their trips and adventures, but this time he felt like he had lost control. He wanted to leave the casino and explore the city, but the others were too focused on gambling.
"I feel like we're not really enjoying our trip," he said to The Slice of Toast. "I miss the old days when we would just go on adventures and have fun together."
The Slice of Toast nodded in agreement. "Me too," she said. "But I don't want to ruin their fun. Maybe we can convince them to take a break and do something else."
Eventually, the group did take a break from gambling and decided to go see a show. They saw a spectacular performance by a magician who made a tiger appear out of thin air. The group was amazed and the tension between them started to dissipate.
As they left the theater, they noticed Underswap Papyrus was back to normal. "I feel so much better now," he said. "I think I just needed a break from all the gambling."
The group laughed and continued on their adventure, enjoying the rest of their time in Las Vegas. They realized that it wasn't about winning big or becoming addicted to gambling, but about spending time with the people they loved and creating memories together.
In the end, they all left Las Vegas richer in love and friendship, even if they didn't win big at the casinos.
Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails decided to take a romantic tank ride through America. They had been married for a while now and wanted to spice up their love life with something adventurous. Underswap Papyrus, their best friend, was excited to join them on this ride. As they were driving through the desert, Peter Griffin appeared out of nowhere, dancing and turning into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola.
Obama Sans was shocked to see Peter again, but Mario and the Slice of Toast had seen him before and knew what was coming. They tried to warn Tails and Underswap Papyrus, but it was too late. Peter's dance moves were so rad that they were hypnotized and turned into Coca-Cola bottles as well.
Sans, however, was determined not to fall under Peter's spell. He decided to take matters into his own hands and become a cowboy. He put on a hat, boots, and a vest, and started singing country songs. The others were amazed at how he transformed into a completely different person.
As they continued driving through the desert, they came across a group of goats. Tails suggested they should battle the goats to make their trip more exciting. The others agreed, and the battle began. Tails used his fox powers to confuse the goats, and Underswap Papyrus did a weird dance that made them dizzy. Mario and the Slice of Toast used their teamwork to knock them out.
After their victorious battle, they decided to take a break and have a picnic. They spread out a blanket and started eating sandwiches and drinking Coca-Cola from the bottles they had become. Sans played his guitar and sang romantic songs to Obama, who was over the moon.
But as the night drew near, they realized that they had been on the tank ride for too long. They were exhausted and needed to rest. They decided to spend the night in a nearby hotel. However, they soon found out that the hotel had a casino, and they got addicted to gambling.
Underswap Papyrus, in particular, got so addicted that he temporarily turned into an eggplant. The others were shocked and worried about him. They tried to snap him out of it by singing his favorite song, but nothing worked.
Eventually, they realized that they needed to get out of the casino and back on the road. They decided to leave Las Vegas and continue their tank ride. As they were leaving, they heard the sound of Peter's voice singing in the distance. They knew they had to be careful, but they were also excited to see what was coming next.
As they continued on their tank ride, they wondered where they would end up next. They had already battled goats, turned into Coca-Cola bottles, and even had a wild night in Las Vegas. What else was in store for them on their journey? One thing was for sure: they were all in this together and were ready for anything that came their way.
As the sun beats down on the arctic desert, four cowboys can be seen approaching in the distance. The first is Obama Sans, a tall and lean cowboy with a smooth, baritone voice. Next is Mario, a stocky cowboy with a thick mustache and a deep, rumbling voice. The Slice of Toast is a slender cowboy with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, while Tails is a young and energetic cowboy with a high-pitched voice.
As they approach, they spot a lone figure in the distance - Snufkin, the notorious outlaw who has been terrorizing the town. With a nod to each other, the four cowboys break into a run, their spurs jingling as they close in on their target.
Snufkin turns, drawing his pistol as he sees the cowboys approaching. "I've been expecting you," he sneers, a sly smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone to challenge me."
The cowboys stop in their tracks, drawing their own pistols and taking aim at Snufkin. "We're not afraid of you," Obama Sans says, his voice steady and calm. "We're here to bring you to justice."
Snufkin laughs, a cold and bitter sound. "You'll have to catch me first," he taunts, firing a shot that narrowly misses Mario's head.
The cowboys return fire, bullets whizzing through the air as they take cover behind rocks and cacti. Snufkin is a fast and elusive target, dodging and weaving as he fires shot after shot at the cowboys.
Underswap Papyrus suddenly appears on the scene, his body pulsing with energy. "I'll take care of this," he says, performing a Fortnite default dance that causes all the nearby birds to combust.
Snufkin is momentarily distracted by the bizarre spectacle, and the cowboys take advantage of the opportunity to close in on him. With a roar, they tackle him to the ground and disarm him, finally bringing the outlaw to justice.
As they celebrate their victory, Peter Griffin appears once more, his Jojo stand at the ready. "I've got a surprise for you," he says, a sly grin on his face.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashes his power, turning himself and all the homeless people in the nearby town into glass bottles of Coca-Cola.
The cowboys are stunned, unsure of what to do next. But in the end, they know that they must move on. They kiss and breakdance in a final display of their love and friendship, before riding off into the sunset on their trusty steeds.
Once again, the gang found themselves at yet another strange event. This time, they were attending the wedding of their dear friend, Underswap Papyrus. However, this wasn't just any ordinary wedding - Papyrus was marrying himself.
As they entered the venue, Obama Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails were greeted with a sight that they wouldn't soon forget. Papyrus was standing at the altar, dressed in a pristine white suit and beaming with pride. His guests were dressed in their finest attire, but there was something off about the whole scene. The cake, which was constantly noclipping through the wall, seemed to be the only thing that was going according to plan.
As they took their seats, a sudden explosion echoed through the room. It was a pig that had exploded for no apparent reason. Everyone was taken aback, but oddly enough, they were all feeling a strange sense of arousal.
Papyrus, being the showman that he was, decided to breakdance in the middle of the ceremony. As he spun around, he caused even more birds to explode. The guests were now in a frenzy, feeling both flustered and amazed by the spectacle before them.
Meanwhile, Obama Sans had found his way to the open bar and had begun to indulge in some drinks. Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails tried to intervene, but it was too late - he was already drunk. Obama Sans stumbled around the reception hall, singing karaoke and making a fool of himself.
As the night wore on, things only got stranger. Suddenly, a group of people dressed in strange costumes burst into the room. They were there to challenge Papyrus to a dance-off. Papyrus, always up for a challenge, accepted.
The dance-off was fierce, with both sides putting on a display of incredible moves. However, in the end, Papyrus emerged victorious. The guests erupted in cheers, and even Obama Sans had sobered up enough to join in.
As the night drew to a close, the gang realized that they had just experienced one of the most bizarre events of their lives. But for some reason, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. They had laughed, danced, and celebrated with their dear friend Papyrus. And at the end of the day, that's all that really mattered.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat around a giant table, staring at the four-kilometer pizza in the center. They had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and they were ready to feast.
"Alright, let's do this," Mario said, slicing off a massive piece of pizza.
As they devoured the pizza, they chatted and laughed about various topics, from politics to video games.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Amy, Sonic's former girlfriend, and she looked furious.
"You! You killed Sonic!" she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at them.
The group froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a pig nearby exploded, making everyone jump and causing Amy to stop mid-rant.
"What the heck was that?" Tails asked, looking around in confusion.
"I don't know, but let's take advantage of this opportunity and run!" Sans exclaimed, grabbing a slice of pizza and making a break for it.
The group scattered, each trying to get away from Amy as quickly as possible. But as they ran, they realized that they were lost.
"We're never going to make it out of here," The Slice of Toast said, panting heavily.
Suddenly, Amy appeared out of nowhere, a bottle of vodka in her hand.
"Guys, I don't care about Sonic anymore. Let's just get drunk and forget about everything," she said, offering them the bottle.
The group hesitated for a moment before accepting the offer. They sat around the table, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing and talking about everything under the sun.
As the night wore on, they all stumbled outside to look at the stars. Underswap Papyrus marveled at the constellations, pointing out various stars and telling stories about them.
"I can't believe we're all such good friends now," Obama said, his words slightly slurred.
"It's amazing what a little alcohol can do," Tails added, grinning.
The group sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.
Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and they all made a wish. As they walked back to their homes, they felt a newfound sense of camaraderie and friendship.
"Today was one of the best days ever," Sans said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I couldn't agree more," Mario added.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they knew that they had all just experienced something truly special. And they couldn't wait to do it again.
The group of friends, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, and Underswap Papyrus, were all excited for their road trip through Europe. They were all packed and ready to go, but there was one problem. None of them knew how to drive on the opposite side of the road, and they didn't have a car. That's when Amy stepped in and offered to drive them around in her old beat-up van.
As they drove through the winding roads of the French countryside, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beautiful scenery. The rolling hills and lush greenery were unlike anything they had ever seen before. Sans was especially impressed, "Hey, guys, look at that! That looks like a giant spaghetti monster!" he exclaimed, pointing to a cloud formation.
Amy rolled her eyes, "That's just a cloud, Sans. You're such a weirdo."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the van started shaking. They pulled over to the side of the road and saw that one of the pigs in the nearby field had exploded.
"What the heck?!" exclaimed Mario. "That's the second time we've seen a pig explode today!"
Everyone was feeling a little uneasy about the situation, but Amy tried to reassure them, "It's probably just some kind of gas leak or something. Let's just keep moving."
As they continued on their journey, more strange things started happening. Peter Griffin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and turned into a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Everyone was freaking out, except for Amy, who just shrugged and said, "Eh, just another weird thing that happens on these kinds of trips."
Eventually, they arrived in Paris and decided to stop for a quick bite to eat. They found a local pizzeria that boasted the world's largest pizza. The group of friends decided to split it, and were surprised to find out that the pizza was over 4 kilometers long.
As they ate their way through the pizza, they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them. It was Amy's ex-boyfriend, Sonic. He was alive and well, and he was furious.
"You guys killed me off in that last story!" he exclaimed. "I demand justice!"
The group was taken aback, and they didn't know how to respond. Luckily, another pig exploded, which made everyone flustered and distracted Sonic long enough for the group to make a quick escape.
As they continued on their road trip, they found themselves in Germany, where they stumbled upon a beer festival. Amy couldn't resist, and started drinking heavily. The rest of the group decided to join in and get drunk as well. They all had a great time, and ended up becoming even closer friends than they already were.
As the night wore on, they all went outside to look at the stars. They sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful night sky.
"You know," said Obama, "this is the best road trip I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."
Everyone agreed, and they all promised to take another road trip together in the future. They all fell asleep under the stars, feeling grateful for their friendship and the adventures they had shared.
It was a hot summer evening and the gang was looking for something to do. Obama, sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, underswap papyrus, and their sarcastic gal pal Amy had been brainstorming for hours. Finally, Amy spoke up.
"Guys, I've got it. Let's hit up the local vaporwave 80's club and get wasted."
The group looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they all agreed.
As they arrived at the club, the neon lights and synthwave music filled their senses. Amy immediately went to the bar and ordered some drinks, while the others started to dance.
Obama was really getting into it, doing some of his signature moves from his college days, while mario and the slice of toast tails were doing their best impressions of the robots from the music video for "Popcorn."
As the night wore on, Amy decided to ditch her cigarettes for some pot, which she passed around to the rest of the group. They all got incredibly high and decided to watch an episode of Miami Vice on the club's big screen.
But as they watched the show, they started to get bored. They decided to start insulting a nerd on Twitter who had been trying to argue with them about the meaning of vaporwave.
Amy was particularly brutal, using her sarcasm to tear him apart, while the others chimed in with their own insults.
Finally, the nerd gave up and blocked them all. The group high-fived each other, feeling victorious.
But just then, another group of guys entered the club, and things started to get tense. They were looking for trouble, and it wasn't long before a fight broke out.
The gang quickly found themselves in the thick of it, with Obama using his quick reflexes to dodge punches, sans using his telekinesis to knock out a few guys, and Mario and the slice of toast tails using their acrobatic skills to evade attacks.
Even Amy got in on the action, using her wit to distract one of the guys before taking him down with a swift kick to the groin.
After the brawl was over, the group was exhausted but exhilarated. They decided to call it a night and headed back to their respective homes.
As they said their goodbyes, Amy turned to them and said, "I gotta say, guys, that was one of the craziest nights of my life. Let's do it again sometime."
The group agreed, already planning their next adventure.
It was a bright and sunny morning, but the gang felt like they had been hit by a truck. As they slowly opened their eyes, they found themselves in bed, all tangled up with each other. They looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but their memories were hazy at best.
"Ugh, my head is killing me," groaned Sans, rubbing his temples.
"Yeah, what the heck happened last night?" added Obama.
Mario sat up, trying to shake off the cobwebs in his brain. "I don't know, but I think we had a wild time."
Tails, who was snuggled up against Mario, looked around the room in confusion. "Wait, why are we all in the same bed?"
Underswap Papyrus, who was still asleep, mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, causing Amy to stir awake.
"Oh, good morning, sleepyheads," said Amy, stretching her arms above her head. "How's everyone feeling?"
"Like we got hit by a freight train," replied Mario, wincing as he sat up.
Amy chuckled. "Yeah, I figured as much. You guys got pretty wild last night."
"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Obama, a look of concern on his face.
"Well, let's just say there was a lot of giggling and... physical contact," said Amy with a smirk.
The gang all looked at each other, a mix of confusion and embarrassment on their faces.
"I don't remember any of that," said Tails, blushing.
Sans let out a chuckle. "Guess we had too much fun last night, huh?"
As they tried to piece together the events of the previous night, they noticed a strange smell in the room. It was a mix of stale smoke and something else that they couldn't quite identify.
"What's that smell?" asked Underswap Papyrus, now fully awake.
Amy sniffed the air. "Oh, that's probably the pot we smoked last night. It must have been pretty strong stuff."
The gang looked at each other, still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they had all gotten high and ended up in bed together.
As they got up to try and make sense of what had happened, they noticed that there was a strange energy in the air. It was like the explosion of the pig the night before had somehow changed the dynamic between them, making them feel more connected and intimate than ever before.
"Hey, guys," said Mario, looking around at the group. "I don't know what happened last night, but I feel like we've all become a lot closer."
Tails nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I feel like we can really trust each other now."
Amy smiled. "Well, that's the magic of weed, I guess. It makes everything feel more intense and meaningful."
Obama looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his friends. Even though they had all ended up in bed together, he felt like they had all bonded in a way that he had never experienced before.
"Hey, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach.
The others all agreed, and they got dressed and headed out to find some breakfast. As they walked through the streets, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of camaraderie and adventure. They had no idea what the day would bring, but they were excited to find out together.
Once upon a time, in a mystical world where video game characters were alive and well, there lived a happy couple named Obama and Sans. They were happily married and lived with their best friends, Mario and Slice of Toast Tails. The group loved going on adventures together, and today was no exception. They were exploring some ancient ruins when they stumbled upon their good friend, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy, their somewhat sarcastic gal pal.
As they made their way through the ruins, they stumbled upon their old friend, Knuckles, who seemed to be struck with grief, sadness, and anger. He was deeply upset over the murder of their mutual friend, Sonic, at the hands of Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast. Knuckles could not believe what he was seeing and immediately confronted the group.
"What have you done? How could you have killed Sonic?" Knuckles asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
Obama and Sans exchanged a knowing glance, while Mario and Slice of Toast looked down at their feet in shame. "We did what we had to do," Obama replied coolly.
This only angered Knuckles further, and he flew into a fit of rage. "You had no right! Sonic was our friend, and you took him away from us!"
The group watched in disbelief as Knuckles launched himself at them, ready to fight. What followed was a battle like no other, a Disbelief styled fight. The fight was broken down into four phases, each one more intense than the last.
In the first phase, Knuckles was trying to convince Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast to stop their aggressions. He was not visibly angry at this stage; he was instead deeply saddened by their actions and clearly missed his friend. The group attacked him relentlessly, but Knuckles blocked all their attacks. At the end of this phase, Knuckles collapsed and burst into tears, regretting his decision to fight. However, he continued to block attacks until the transition to Phase Two.
In the second phase, Knuckles broke his bone into two halves and entered a state of cold rage. He claimed that Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast deserved to die. He was able to change the bullet board and replace all ITEMs with Spaghetti, which heals 0 HP. (Except in the new playable version, It actually heals HP.) At the end of the phase, he hesitated and ultimately stopped himself from dealing a fatal blow to the group, before eventually transitioning into Phase Three.
In the third phase, Knuckles' SOUL began to resonate as his memories of Sonic and the gardening gnome in his Undying form entered the fight. Knuckles came to terms with the fact that Sonic and the gardening gnome were dead. He then decided to confront Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and attempt to change them before it was too late. Knuckles displayed the ability to manipulate the player's maximum HP during this phase. At the end of this phase, Knuckles transitioned into Phase Four.
In the fourth and final phase, Knuckles still believed in Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and begged for them to spare him and have a good ending, while using attacks reminiscent of his "really cool regular attack." The group struck him down and continued to attack his skull even as he claimed he still believed they could change, eventually leading to a fatal wound.
As Knuckles lay dying, Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast looked at each other in regret. They had gone too far and had lost a friend because of it. They made a promise to each other to never let things get out of hand like that again.
As they walked away from the ruins, they knew they had a lot of work to
make a 4 page story with complex and long dialogue, and complex details described about obama ,sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, who are married to eachother, their best friend underswap papyrus, and amy, going to therapy after their harrowing experience fighting knuckles
The group sat in the waiting room of Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, all nervously fidgeting in their seats. Obama leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure how much this is really going to help," he said, glancing over at his friends.
Sans shrugged, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I dunno, man. It's worth a shot, right? We've been through a lot lately, and maybe talking to someone who isn't in the thick of it all will help us process everything."
Mario nodded in agreement, clasping his hands together. "Si, I agree. We have been through so much. It can't hurt to try."
Tails, who was sitting beside Obama, shifted in his seat. "I just hope we can find some way to move past what happened. It's been hard on all of us, but I feel like Knuckles is taking it the hardest."
Underswap Papyrus, who had come along for moral support, spoke up. "Yes, it is important to address our issues before they get worse. It is nothing to be ashamed of."
Just then, the door to the waiting room opened and Dr. Robotnik stepped out, beckoning them to follow him. They filed into his office, taking seats on a large couch as he sat across from them.
"So," he began, "what brings you all here today?"
Amy was the first to speak up. "We've been through a traumatic experience recently, and we're struggling to process everything. We thought that maybe talking to someone could help us work through it all."
Dr. Robotnik nodded, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. "Of course. Can you tell me a bit about what happened?"
Obama took a deep breath, relaying the events of their encounter with Knuckles and the aftermath. As he spoke, Tails and Sans chimed in with their own perspectives, and Amy interjected with her own brand of sarcastic humor to lighten the mood.
Dr. Robotnik listened patiently, occasionally asking clarifying questions or offering his own insights. When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, it sounds like you all have been through quite an ordeal," he said. "It's natural to feel a range of emotions after something like that. The most important thing is that you're all here, willing to talk about it and work through it."
They spent the next hour discussing their feelings and experiences, with Dr. Robotnik guiding the conversation and offering coping strategies. By the end of the session, they all felt a bit lighter, more able to face the challenges that lay ahead.
As they filed out of the office, Underswap Papyrus clapped Obama on the back. "See, I told you it would help," he said with a grin.
Obama chuckled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah, you were right. I guess it's not so bad talking about our feelings after all."
Sans nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was kinda nice to have someone else listen to us for a change."
Tails smiled, looking over at his husband. "I'm just glad we're all in this together. We'll get through it, one step at a time."
Mario wrapped an arm around Tails' shoulders. "Si, we will. Together, nothing can stop us."
And with that, the group walked out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Dr. Robotnik sat at his desk in his therapy office, ready to receive his clients. It was a new day, and he was eager to help his clients overcome their difficulties. As he looked over his notes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the progress his clients had made.
He thought back to their first session, where they were all struggling to come to terms with the events that had transpired. But now, after months of hard work and dedication, they were all making significant progress.
As his first client, Obama, walked into the room, Robotnik couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had always known that he had the ability to help people, and he was proud of the progress his clients had made.
"Good morning, Obama," he said warmly. "How have you been?"
"I've been doing well, thanks," Obama replied, taking a seat on the couch. "I feel like I've made a lot of progress since we started working together."
"I'm glad to hear that," Robotnik said, making some notes on his pad. "So, what's been on your mind lately?"
As Obama began to talk, Robotnik listened carefully, taking notes and asking questions to gain a deeper understanding of his client's thoughts and feelings. Over the course of the session, they worked together to explore some of Obama's past experiences, and how they might be impacting his current emotional state.
As the session drew to a close, Robotnik felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he had helped Obama make some progress, and that he had made a positive impact on his life.
As Obama left the office, Robotnik took a moment to reflect on his own life. He had always been passionate about helping others, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't living up to his full potential.
Later that day, Robotnik decided to take a break from his work and head to his local coffee shop. As he sipped his coffee, he pondered his purpose in life. He had always been so focused on his work as a therapist, but now that Sonic was gone, he wasn't sure what he should be doing.
As he sat there lost in thought, he was approached by the barista, who asked if he was okay.
"I'm fine, thank you," Robotnik replied, smiling. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."
"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," the barista said kindly.
As Robotnik left the coffee shop and made his way home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the kindness of strangers. Maybe, he thought, there was more to life than just being a therapist. Maybe there were other ways he could help people and make a difference in the world.
As he arrived home and settled in for the night, Robotnik knew that he had some serious soul-searching to do. But he was also excited to explore new possibilities and find new ways to make a positive impact in the world. After all, he knew that he had the ability to help people, and that was something that would never change.
Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat in Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, discussing their next session. They had been making progress, but everyone was feeling stressed and overworked. After some thought, The Slice of Toast suggested a vacation to Switzerland to relax and recharge.
Dr. Robotnik was hesitant at first, but the group eventually convinced him to come along. They all piled into The Slice of Toast's car and before he knew it, they had yeeted the car across the Atlantic ocean, much to Robotnik's surprise. As they landed in Switzerland, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really in a cartoon.
They rented a chalet in the Alps, and Amy wasted no time in indulging in some of Switzerland's finest herbs. She became even more sarcastic than usual, but at least she was calmer and happier. Suddenly, a nearby pig exploded, causing everyone to become aroused. Dr. Robotnik was bewildered, but Amy assured him it was a normal thing that happened often in Switzerland.
As they continued their exploration, they were followed by Peter Griffin, who eventually confronted them with a dramatic monologue. The group was confused, but eventually, Peter turned into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered.
Despite the bizarre turn of events, the group enjoyed some lighthearted shenanigans, including trying Swiss chocolate and learning to yodel. They eventually ended up at a local bar, where everyone except for Dr. Robotnik got drunk on Swiss beer.
As they stumbled back to the chalet, they all collapsed into their beds, exhausted from the day's activities. Dr. Robotnik took a moment to step outside and gaze up at the stars, lost in thought. Amy joined him and the two of them sat in silence, contemplating life and the bizarre turn of events that had brought them to Switzerland.
Despite the chaos and confusion, Dr. Robotnik found himself feeling grateful for this odd group of friends. As they returned home, he couldn't help but wonder what his purpose was now that Sonic was gone. But for the moment, he was content to enjoy the company of his new friends and the strange adventures they brought.
It was a sunny day in the town of Mushroom Kingdom, and Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy were all hanging out at their favorite café. They were all dressed in their casual attire, which ranged from t-shirts and jeans to dresses and skirts. They were sipping on their drinks and chatting about various topics, from politics to video games.
Obama was talking about his recent visit to Africa, where he had met with various world leaders to discuss issues related to climate change and human rights. Sans was listening intently, nodding his head in agreement with everything Obama said. Mario and Slice of Toast Tails were engrossed in a game of Super Smash Bros, while Underswap Papyrus was busy texting on his phone.
Amy, on the other hand, was leaning back in her chair, observing everyone with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "You guys are so boring," she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. "Why don't we do something fun?"
Everyone looked at her, intrigued. "Like what?" Obama asked.
"I don't know, let's go on an adventure or something," Amy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The group all looked at each other, contemplating the idea. "That sounds like a great idea," Mario said, pausing his game. "Where should we go?"
Underswap Papyrus suggested going to a nearby amusement park, but Amy rolled her eyes. "That's so cliche," she said. "Let's go somewhere unexpected."
Slice of Toast Tails chimed in. "How about we go to an escape room? I've always wanted to try one."
The group all agreed, and they quickly finished their drinks and made their way to the nearest escape room. They were all given clues and puzzles to solve, and they worked together as a team to escape the room before the time ran out. It was a challenging but fun experience, and they all left feeling accomplished and proud of themselves.
After the escape room, the group decided to grab some lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. They sat at a table outside, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company. As they ate their sandwiches, they talked about their favorite movies and TV shows, and Amy couldn't resist making sarcastic comments about everything.
As they finished their meal, Obama received a call from his wife, Michelle. He excused himself from the table and walked a few steps away to take the call.
The rest of the group continued chatting and laughing, but their conversation was interrupted by a loud noise. They turned to see Obama, with a sheepish expression on his face, standing in front of a parked car that he had accidentally hit with his own car.
The group all rushed over to see if they could help, and they spent the next hour exchanging information with the car's owner and waiting for the police to arrive. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they all managed to make the best of the situation, joking around and keeping each other entertained while they waited.
As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they all agreed that it had been a fun and memorable day. It was a reminder that sometimes the most unexpected and unplanned moments can end up being the best ones.
It was a sunny day in the land of stories, and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and their best friends Underswap Papyrus and Amy were gathered together for a casual hangout. They had been through so much together, from fighting Knuckles to going on a wild vacation to Switzerland, and they were happy to just spend a quiet day in each other's company.
As they sat around a picnic table in a park, Sans pulled out his guitar and started strumming a melody. Tails, who was always tinkering with gadgets, had brought a portable speaker and hooked it up to Sans' guitar so they could all hear him play.
Amy, even the sarcastic one, cracked a joke about Sans' guitar skills, and they all laughed. Mario pulled out a large bag of mushrooms, and they all took some, feeling the effects almost instantly. They lay back on the grass, watching the clouds float by, lost in thought.
"I can't believe we've been through so much together," said Tails, breaking the silence. "Remember when we went to therapy with Dr. Robotnik?"
The group groaned in unison at the memory. Dr. Robotnik had helped them all with their trauma after fighting Knuckles, but his eccentricities had made the therapy sessions more than a little bizarre.
"I still can't believe we yeeted our car across the ocean," said Obama, grinning.
Amy snorted. "And then we got high in Switzerland and watched a pig explode."
Underswap Papyrus giggled. "That was so weird, bro."
They spent the afternoon reminiscing about their past adventures, and before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. They decided to head back to Tails and Mario's home for a movie night.
As they walked back to the house, Obama and Sans fell behind the group, deep in conversation.
"I still can't believe Sonic is gone," said Obama, his voice heavy with sadness.
Sans put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know, man. It's tough. But we've got each other, and we'll get through it together."
They caught up with the rest of the group, who were already settling in on the couch. Tails had put on a movie, but they quickly lost interest and started chatting again.
Amy brought up the topic of their individual personalities and how they had all grown and changed over the years. They talked about how Sans had become more introspective and Tails had become more confident.
Underswap Papyrus spoke up. "And Amy, you've become even more sarcastic than ever."
She grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
They spent the rest of the evening hanging out, eating pizza and watching YouTube videos. As the night grew later, they all began to yawn and stretch, ready to head to bed.
As they said their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms, Obama paused to look up at the stars.
"I wonder what the future holds for us," he said softly.
Sans walked up beside him and looked up as well. "Who knows, man. But as long as we've got each other, we'll be okay."
And with that, they both headed off to bed, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.
It was a Friday evening and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and the slice of toast were sitting in their living room, bored out of their minds. They had been working hard all week and were in desperate need of some entertainment. Amy, who had just arrived, had the perfect idea - they should get wasted!
"I have a whole bottle of whiskey in my bag," Amy said with a grin. "Let's get drunk and have some fun!"
The group hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go along with the plan. After all, what harm could a little bit of alcohol do?
As they started drinking, things quickly started to get wild. Sans, who was never one to hold his liquor, was already slurring his words and stumbling around the room. Mario, on the other hand, was dancing on the table, doing his best impression of a go-go dancer.
Tails, being the responsible one, had set up a designated driver to take them to the local bar, but even he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He had a sudden urge to fix his plane's engine, even though it was perfectly fine.
The slice of toast, being the quiet one of the group, was now singing karaoke at the top of his lungs. He may have been just a slice of bread, but he sure had some pipes on him.
Underswap Papyrus, who had joined the group later, was now taking selfies with a beer in hand, bragging about how cool he looked.
Amy, who had started the whole thing, was now sitting in the corner, watching everyone with a smug smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying the chaos she had created.
As they stumbled out of the house and into the car, Tails did his best to keep them on the road. However, he had forgotten to fill the gas tank, and the car sputtered to a stop just a few miles away from the bar.
Obama, who had never been a fan of alcohol, was now starting to feel sick. He stumbled out of the car, leaned against a tree, and proceeded to vomit all over himself. The rest of the group, however, found this hilarious and started taking pictures.
After cleaning himself up, Obama was back to his senses and realized that they had no way to get to the bar. Just then, a group of people on bicycles rode by, and they quickly hopped on, pedaling as fast as they could towards their destination.
When they finally arrived at the bar, they were already so wasted that they could hardly stand. They stumbled into the establishment, causing a ruckus and getting dirty looks from the other patrons.
Amy, feeling particularly bold, decided to challenge the bartender to a drinking contest. He accepted, and the two of them quickly started downing shots of tequila. It was a close match, but in the end, Amy emerged victorious.
As the night wore on, the group got even more wasted. They danced on the tables, sang karaoke, and generally caused a ruckus. Eventually, the bar had enough of their antics and kicked them out.
Undeterred, the group stumbled out onto the street, determined to keep the party going. They found a nearby park and started a bonfire, roasting marshmallows and singing campfire songs.
As the sun began to rise, the group finally started to sober up. They realized just how crazy the night had been and laughed at all the ridiculous things they had done. It was a night they would never forget.
In the end, they stumbled back to their house, feeling tired but happy. They collapsed onto the couch, still giggling and reminiscing about the night's events. It had been a wild ride.
As Sonichu lay there, slowly succumbing to his wounds, the group gathered around him, stunned by what had just happened. They had just defeated him in battle, but seeing him pass away before their eyes was something they were not prepared for.
Obama broke the silence, "Well, that's that then. We won, right?" he said, trying to keep the mood light.
But the group couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Tails looked particularly shaken up.
"I know he was evil, but he was still a living being," Tails said quietly. "It's hard to just forget about that."
Mario put a hand on Tails' shoulder, "We had no choice, amigo. He was going to keep causing chaos and destruction if we didn't stop him."
Whiskerino, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, but that was something else," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Amy, always the sarcastic one, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him causing trouble anymore. That's one less evil lamp in the world."
Obama suddenly started breakdancing in the background, trying to distract everyone from the heaviness of the situation. It worked, to some extent. The group started laughing and joking around, forgetting about the trauma of the battle they had just fought.
But as they continued on their journey, Sonichu's passing weighed heavily on them all. They couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sadness that lingered.
Underswap Papyrus, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Maybe we should take a moment to reflect on what has happened and honor Sonichu's memory. He may have been our enemy, but he was still a being that deserved respect."
The group agreed, and then they pissed on sonichus corpse. As they continued their journey, they all realized that the battle had changed them. They had faced death and loss, and it had left a lasting impact on them.
But as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face more challenges and more battles. And they would face them together, as a team.
The group laughed and joked around, but the memory of Sonichu's passing stayed with them. It had left an indelible mark on their lives, one that they would never forget.
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Character Bio
Name: Doremi Lennon
(Japanese: ドレミレノン)
Romaji: Doremi Renon
Quote: "Okay then! Let's paint the whole town wild!"
V/A: Nana Mizuki (Japanese)
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: March 2
Star Sign: Pisces
Eye Color: Yale Blue (Her Normal Eye Color)
Tourmaline Black (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)
Hair Color: Philadelphia Blue
Height: 168 cm
Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid
Species: Lernaean Hydra
Homeland: Summerville (The second country in the Island of Enchantment)
Family: Hannah Lennon (Mother)
Lei Tolentino (Mother)
Dio Tolentino (Older Brother)
Yuana Lennon (Grandmother)
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School Status and Fun Facts
Dorm: Inkorama (@leonasbitties)
School Year: Second
Class: 2-D (Same Class with Yuzuki and Jovanni)
Student no. 20 (A transfer student)
Occupation: Student
Street Artist
DJ Remixer and Rapper (In Secret)
Official Agent/Assassin of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)
Club: Art and Photography Club
Best Subject: Art, Science, and Hand to Hand combat
Dominant Hand: Right (Secretly an Ambidextrous)
Favorite Color: Light Grey and Dark Blue
Favorite Food: Salty French Fries, Squid Rings, Canned Sardines, Japanese Food,
Least Favorite Food: Anything not Flavoured, Dried Frog Meat, Lemonade,
Likes: Positivity, Music (Mostly on Rock/Mental, Remixes or etc), Video Games, Anime and Manga, Creative Painting Ideas, Paint Splat Games,
Dislikes: Negativity, Loud Noises, Freya and Saburou's Arguments, Mocked, Usual Chaos, Interruption, Getting Scolded, Getting Elijah or Hibiki Pissed Off at her, Being Late,
Hobbies: Playing Video Games, Street Painting, Making Songs (Mostly), Remixing Songs, Making Rhymed Lyrics, Assassin's Assistance, Manga Hunting (Mostly), Breakdancing (Mostly), Skateboarding or Rollar-skating,
Talents: Transforming into her half-myth form, Water Abilities, Gun Skills, Canon Gun Blows, Assassin Skills, Summoning Large Tentacles on her back (twelve total but can summon two), Voice Manipulation,
Nicknames: Dore or Dori (From her family and friends)
Little Sis or Little Brat (From her older brother)
Doremi-senpai or Lennon-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)
Mrs. Lennon (From the SIDC workers and trainers)
Idiot (From Hibiki,or Yuzuki, mostly)
Stupid (From Elijah, mostly)
Other Nicknames:
N/A
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Appearance and Personality
Appearance: Doremi has a average but slender female body build, far distance she looks rather curvy though. She has long philadelphia blue hair which she ties it into two low ponytails which it reaches to the bottom of her feet. She has yale blue colored eyes which they can turn into tourmaline black when using her myth abilities. Doremi is a spunky and cool-type of girl, but she can be rather dumb and troublesome.
Personality: Doremi is born as the first daughter and youngest child in her family, with her older brother as the only boy in the family and lives in most decent parts of the city in Summerville, perhaps the same district to find Jovanni's place just a couple of blocks away. Her family runs a painting shop for street artists and painters to get supplies.
Doremi is definitely a 'going-all-out' type of female teenager, definitely a cool-type but often gets into a lot of trouble, mostly for her one of her two mothers, older brother or grandmother to scold her for being so reckless onto anything that catches her interest or fun. Sometimes, she can be rather mischievous or sly, it mostly annoyed Hibiki and Yuzuki.
She's mostly seen with her half-myth friends but is also another individual to get into a ton of trouble, mostly for Freya and her group as well.
Aside from being dumb and stupid, she has her reasons which stated to her the honest truths with a smiling face, which no one can ignore them, plus she never even lie when it comes to the real ordeal, but will lie if necessary, to anything serious.
If you get close to her, Doremi would still be the same as usual except she might get your attention aside from her friends and time to spend with her on anything. Which could lead you both into a lot of trouble indeed, you're gonna have to thank her for that.
Like a few of her friends, she too is a SIDC official in the company, but she's in Elijah's rank. To my surprise, she can get serious on any missions… A little too serious though, tends to mess things up at the slightest touch.
Do try not to break her trust in you. Despite being a idiotically a mess and also a dumb girl that can attract trouble. Doremi knows how to put something as an obstacle before she can trust you, play a little game till you break and that's how Doremi will decide her answer.
End them emotionally or physically, that's her choice to make. That's how she plays her cards fairly onto someone like you if you dare to try. She'll squeeze them till you're out of breath.
Welp, a loveable but an idiot type of sunshine… Can someone stop her from making even more chaos here now?
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Trivia
-The name 'Doremi' is from Japanese 一 (do) meaning "one" or 瞳 (do) meaning "pupil of the eye", 二 (re) meaning "two", 麗 (re) meaning "beautiful, lovely", 憐 (re) meaning "pity, sympathize" or 澪 (re) meaning "waterway, channel" combined with 三 (mi) meaning "three" or 美 (mi) meaning "beautiful". While her surname 'Lennon' Irish Gaelic. Origin. Meaning. "Cloak"; "blackbird"; "lover".
-She based on Goggles (From Splatoon Manga Series), Genderbend Boyfriend (From FNF Mods), and Finnian (From Black Butler)
-She and Hibiki often argues a lot especially at anything due to her idiotic tendencies, perhaps second from Saburou and Freya's fighting.
-Always forgets to zip her jacket from time to time and always comes late, Elijah, Yuzuki scold her for it. But Hibiki did most of it.
-Often plays video games with Freya at Tetravania.
-An expert painter in the dorm, some of her dorm mates might need to catch up with her energy and stupidity.
-She has terrifying strength that is being anyone's imagination. Is cable of lifting anyone heavy without a single struggle.
-Was a victim of food poisoning during a skate boarding contest during a break from someone, received a five day hospitalization.
-Is a pro at handling cannon-type weapons during missions.
-She too is capable of controlling twelve of her large tentacles. Perhaps a little bigger than Manase's.
-On weekends, she does a lot anime and manga hunting on her free time.
-Might have taught Lynette a few of drills and her strength after meeting her.
-She and Fuyuhiko got along thanks to Elijah due to remixing music's and rap battles the three made alongside with Whitney. Fuyuhiko called her 'Queen Rapper'.
-Doremi, Nerine, Kiara, and Cynthia often make music together at the lake.
-Her voice sounds cheery and fun but the time changes when it comes to trust. Which is why I chose Nana Mizuki to be her voice actor.
-Pretty forgetful at anything.
-Causes a bit of trouble for Hibiki and Yuzuki, much to the two boys dismay.
-She and Jovanni are in good terms cause they like make and wear cool-type clothing.
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twinkleallnight · 4 years
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Marshmallow
(Part-11) Happy Birthday!
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Drake x Hana, Liam x Riley
For previous chapters: catch up here
Prompt 1: This fic is my submission for this week’s #WackyDrabbles. The prompt is: I’m your [friend, spouse, partner, etc] of course I care. (appears in bold)
Prompt 2: This is a submission for @choicesweeklychallenge . The prompt is: 'What do you want me to do?’ (appears in bold)
Warnings: mention of cancer , loss of parent.
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“Let’s take a walk.” Liam says solemnly.
Its late in the evening, the sky is changing to darker shades and so are our lives. Liam is dealing with his own issues; I am handling mine. Both of us are on crossroads in our respective lives, unsure, where to go from here. He has been with his father for past two hours, and the meeting seems to have left him gloomy.
We start walking to the hedge maze, across the lawns of the palace. The maze, that held the carefree moments of our lives. The maze, where we hid as the royal palace hosted courtly affairs. The difference now is, there are no more carefree moments nor we are young enough to hide away from all our problems.
The pink trumpet tree stands tall in the centre. I slow down, as we round off, while Liam plods towards the tree. He hugs it and suddenly I see his shoulders shaking, tears streaming down his cheeks. It’s been years since I saw him this broken.
I take quick steps to be with him. “What’s the matter Liam?” I gently pat on his shoulder. He usually hugs this tree whenever he misses his mother. She planted this tree long back. Liam lost her when we were 9 years old.
King Constantine soon got a queen to rule besides him when he married Regina but Liam never got a replacement. He respects Queen Regina but misses the warmth in the relationship.
“Liam! You are killing me. What’s wrong?”
“He is… he is….”
“Who?”
Liam takes a deep breath and straightens up. “No, I should not burden you with all this.”
I pull him away from the tree and turn him to face me. “Liam, I’m your friend, of course I care. So, please you need to speak up.”
Liam props down reclining on the tree trunk. I follow and sit beside him. He starts with a deep sigh, “Father… he is suffering from lung cancer.” I give him a shocked look and he gives an agonizing stare “And he doesn’t have much time.”
My eyes are fixed on him as he fills me in with more information. When he concludes the details, I start with a heavy heart. ““Liam…I know there is no comparison but I want you to remember when I lost my dad.”
It was devastating incident for both of us. My father was head of the king's guard and died while defending the king, that is Liam’s father. We were kids then and Liam wouldn’t stop apologising. But that was not what I wanted him to recollect.
I turn to him and clasp his shoulders, shaking him to gain his attention. “I never got a chance to say goodbye, Liam! You have him right here. Do all you can for him while he is still here. And who knows the treatment may work wonders for him. These things are unpredictable.”
We both know that the last part of what I said, is a false hope but hope is all we have now.
We keep sitting there till the sky gets darker and our talks and thoughts get muddled up. Somewhere in between we get up and lumber off to our rooms. It’s decided that we won’t be talking about it to anyone. Liam plans to call up his elder brother Leo and ask him to come back to Cordonia soon.
Next few days are spent in preparation of the Apple blossom festival. The ‘Cordonian ruby' apples form the main revenue generating exports of the country. The royal family hosts the festival every year at their Applewood country manor. It has the largest apple orchard of Cordonia. The king makes sure to attend this one in person, to show his gratitude to the apple growers and the farmers, preserving the noble traditions.
Liam has got back into his stoic demeanour and court duties. No one realises his internal struggles. He has travelled with the suitors to Applewood, a day before the event, while I stay back at the palace.
I miss my dad more every year at this time of the year. We had a family tradition of attending the first day of the festival, and then camping away on higher altitude with him.
I get a call from Liam on the day of festival, at around noon. “Hey, can you come over to Applewood?”
“Anything urgent, Liam?”
“Yes, I need your help.”
“I will be there.” I don’t give it a second thought. I am worried about Liam since the last event. I pack quickly and drive down. As I am nearing my destination, I get another call from Liam. “I am almost there, Liam.” I answer hurriedly.
“I called you for that. I don’t want you to go to the manor. I am sending you my location. Meet me there.”
I set up my GPRS to the said location which strangely, seems to be some club. It’s quite unlikely to find Liam at some random club.
I reach the place in some time, park my truck and rush inside. But the scene inside is much different than my expectation. Max is sitting on a mechanical bull and Riley, Hana and Liam are all cheering up.
I am standing baffled, not realising that my mouth is hung open until Riley sashays towards me and pushes my chin up. “Welcome to the paaarrrty” she shouts over the music.
Liam follows her giving me a hug, and says in a hushed tone, in my ear. “ Happy birthday Bro!”
As he moves away, I give him a glare. He knows I never like talking about it, leave aside celebrating it! “You…told…?”
“No, not exactly. We just sneaked out to have some fun. What a coincidence!” He waves off.
Riley drags me to the bar. I perch myself on a stool next to her. She orders our drinks and as we say cheers she leans in, “Happy birthday!” My mouth remains open and no words form while I keep gazing at her, stupefied. She repeats her gesture and tugs my chin up. “ Don’t mention!” She winks. I shake my head, and close my eyes in disbelief.
“He told you, didn’t he?
“May be...” Riley shrugs. “ Relax and enjoy!”
She shimmies down to where Liam is standing. He throws his head back laughing out but starts moving with her. Max joins them while Hana extracts herself from the crazy dance.
I get up and slide down with her in the neighbouring booth. “You are not dancing?”
“ You call that freestyle, dancing?” Hana giggles.
“That is Max’s breakdance for you.” I grin back at her.
“I can’t dance like that. I just know the dances I am trained for. What about you?”
“Not my cup of tea.”
We both are looking at the trio on the dancefloor when Hana suddenly says, “Hey, Happy birthday to you!”
“ I can’t believe this!” I throw my hands in the air.
“Excuse me?”
“ Liam told all of you, when he knows how much I hate it.”
“But I see you are enjoying it.” Hana shrugs.
“I mean I find it odd, mentioning it, and then hese wishes… everyone wishing, I don’t know what to say.”
“Thank you.”
“What?”
‘'You say thank you, Drake! They love you. Look at the brighter side. They are all here for you. I have never had such fun filled birthday.”
“I am sorry. Its just that this is all different, like a changed world for me.”
“ A good change.” She responds. She seems to have some plan up her sleeve. She stretches out a hand, “ Get up.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I didn’t ask you last time. Now it’s my turn. Come with me.”
I place my hand in her tiny palm, and she steps out of the backdoor, and I follow. Its quaint out there as compared to the loud music inside the club. The backside of the countryside club seems to be facing a large grazing land. There is no building, no vehicle, no one around. Only the moonlight beaming down on us, making Hana's pink sequinned dress shimmer some more.
She places my one hand on her waist and holds up the other hand. She slides her slender fingers in my upheld hand. She closes the distance between us. She lifts her eyelids and I find loosing myself into the depth of her eyes.
“Hana…” I swallow a lump in my throat, “ I can’t… I have never done this.”
“Shhh…Follow me.”
I am clumsy at it but she gets a perfect grip of my movements. She sways, and without any effort, she moves me swiftly with her. I have no idea what form of dance we are doing. There is no music, just our breathing giving us a rhythm to follow.
The night seems to be melting into the honey almonds of her eyes. The breeze blows her dark brown tresses, ever so lightly. The chill in the air brings us closer. The soft touch of her hands, one in my hand and the other on my shoulder, relaxes not just my body but seems to be calming my soul. I lose the track of time once again when I embrace her warmth.
The ringtone of my phone brings us back to the present. I fumble with the device before swiping my finger to accept Liam's call “I... I am right outside the club, Liam.”
“We are outside the club too but we can’t find either you or Lady Hana.”
I slap my forehead and Hana widens her eyes and covers her mouth to hide her laugh “I mean I am on the other side. I will be there in a minute.”
“Do you know where Hana is?” Liam has a concern in his voice.
“She is with me.” I blurt out.
I hear Liam clearing his throat. “Oh, okay. We will wait.”
I hang up and find Hana staring at me with a smile playing on her lips. I roll my eyes and say, “Oh please! Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” she chuckles.
I avoid her gaze. “Let’s go. They are waiting for us.”
We walk to the parking to find the rest of the gang. I can feel their prying eyes and I rub the back of my neck nervously.
Max lets out a snort and Liam starts laughing. Riley grabs Liam’s arm and doubles up.
“What is it?” I look at each one of them totally confused only to find that Hana has also joined them, laughing.
Riley steps ahead and pinches my cheeks. “Marshmallow!”
“Who?” I am still looking at them puzzled.
“Look at your face Walker, red as a beetroot!”
I cover my face with my hands. “We need to head back kids.” Bastein’s serious tone stops all the chortling. A quick bye-bye, and they all bee line to the SUV. I quietly step towards the truck, my eyes fixed down as I try to ignore Bastein's knowing looks.
I get into the truck and let out a sigh of relief. I hide my face in my hands thinking of what just happened. I gleefully turn my keys but my action is cut short by a phone call.
A phone call that I was not expecting or maybe I was expecting but I forgot about it. I find my fingers shaking a bit as I receive the call.
“Hello?” says the sharp voice.
“Livy?”
“Happy birthday…”
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choices-love-affair · 4 years
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In another world...
I wrote this with the idea that MC and Ethan had already met before the first morning of intern year, and explained why Ethan always seemed to be drawn to, and intrigued by, MC.
This is set prior to the pair ever meeting. 
ps. my MC - Lorelei Stannaway, is as awkward as they come!
Enjoy!
“Iced latte, please.” Lorelei ordered, standing at the front of the long cue in Derry Roasters.
“Name?” asked the barista unenthusiastically.
“Rori” she replied, offering her most genuine smile, eyes crinkling in the corners as she tried a feeble attempt to brighten the young man’s day, handing her card over to pay for the order.
“Next!” he bellowed after tapping the card and handing it back to her without as much as a second glance. Lorelei cringed in response as she side stepped quickly out of the way of the cash register and directly onto the foot of an older man who was also waiting for his order.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Lorelei fumbled with her words as she rushed to make sure his foot was okay.
“It’s okay, I’ve got another” the older man shrugged nonchalantly, flashing her a somewhat restrained yet irritated side glance, before his hardened features softened immediately.
Lorelei found herself critiquing the mans chiseled jawline and high cheekbones that shaped a handsome face. A crisp, white, button up shirt donned wide, strong shoulders, and blue, immaculate slacks hugged him appreciatively. Her eyes raked over him, and as her gaze wandered back up and met his eyes, she found her cheeks flushing red with heat as the gentleman was looking back at her expectantly, accompanied with a humorous grin spread across his face.
“Ethan” he broke her reverie, shifting a worn book from under his right arm to his left and holding his hand out in an anticipatory handshake “going to assume you’re Rori?” he raised his eyebrow expectantly at her when he didn’t receive any response.
Lorelei placed her small delicate hand in comparison into his large albeit soft one “…yes… yeah sorry! I’m Rori” she replied eventually shaking her head to shift the metaphorical fog that had consumed her mind, offering him a timid smile as she glanced up at him from under her lashes. She found herself getting lost inexplicitly in his eyes, unable to look away.
“I’m sorry, your eyes are just so …blue!” exasperated Lorelei
She was met with a chuckle from Ethan, “surprisingly not the first time I’ve been told that” he grinned at her “although, never quite that… awkwardly” he grimaced in empathetic embarrassment as he glanced down at the cringing woman.
“I’m sorry! I’m so unapologetically awkward, I imagine a corpse would have better flirting skills than I do!” she laughed, shaking her head at herself humorously
“Well I happen to like corpses… wait-” Ethan’s eyes went mortifyingly wide before he squeezed them closed tightly, rubbing his hand over his face before staring at the wall in front of himself incredulously.
Lorelei let out a loud, hearty laugh in response to Ethan’s less-than-attractive reply, which cut through the hum of the café, a snort escaping her. Cupping her hand over her mouth in shock, she looked over at Ethan with wide eyes, who was silently laughing into his hand that now covered his face, shoulders wiggling with the effort of his laughter.
“Now would be an ideal time for the ground to just… open up …huh?” Lorelei shyly asked, her face screwed up distastefully at how completely awkward they both were.
“and what? Miss the opportunity to wallow in this abysmal excuse of an introduction? Now where is your sense of adventure?” queried Ethan, an empathetic smile spread across his face as he collected his drink from the barista
“I was going to take my drink to go, but if you’d enjoy continuing this exquisite conversation” he asked in dry sarcasm “I’d be happy to stay behind and oblige?” he asked, attempting to appear as neutral as possible as he stirred the contents of his cup around, meanwhile his stomach was in knots at the thought of getting to know the first woman to genuinely pique his interest in a long time.
“Oh, well how very chivalrous of you, to stay and pity the awkward girl in the local café. My knight in shining armour” she quipped, winking at him flirtatiously as she too collected her drink from the unimpressed barista.
The pair began to move from the counter, remnants of awkwardness still lingered between them as they participated in a reinvented cha-cha, each trying to make the first step, met by the other with the same intention
“ladies first” Ethan eventually gestured with his hand, allowing Lorelei to walk off first, and followed her to a secluded table in the corner of the café, right by the window.
“Why the window?” Ethan queried as he nestled into the comfortable armchair and sipped at his drink, looking across at Lorelei over the lid of his cup.
“People-watching” replied Lorelei absently, struggling to remove her backpack straps from her shoulder, glancing over and sighing in relief at Ethan when she finally managed to get it off, as she too nestled back into the armchair and warmed her hands against the contents of her cup.
Ethan assessed the woman before him for a brief moment, watching as she gazed out the window, a petite smile gracing her kind face as she truly appreciated the view from the comfort of her chair. She glanced over at Ethan, catching him staring and offered him a dazzling smile that made the edges of her eyes crinkle
“what is it?” she asked him
Ethan found himself speechless, partly because he felt truly out of his depth with a woman so extroverted as her, but also partly because he truly didn’t know what to say to a question like that. She rendered him a shell of the hard, arrogant man he was so often infamous for, not that he would ever bring himself to admit that to anyone, especially himself. He found himself genuinely intrigued by the bubbly and vivacious young woman, who, from as far as he could tell, was completely oblivious to who he was – it was an endearing and refreshing change. He quickly found himself drawn to all that was ‘Rori’.
“So, what are you doing in Boston, Rori?” Ethan asked genuinely,
“I actually moved here a week ago for work! Tomorrow I start my int-“ Lorelei spoke excitedly, her eyes shining brightly to meet the emotion in her voice, before she was cut short by the ping of a pager, beeping loud and obnoxiously from Ethan’s pocket.
Ethan offered her an apologetic look before glancing at the screen “it’s work” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance before standing from the table and pushing in his chair.
“it was lovely meeting you, Rori” he offered her a polite smile
“likewise…” she replied, an edge of disappointment on her face that saturated her voice, neither going unnoticed by the gentleman.
As Ethan moved towards the door, a pang of uncertainty stewed in his chest, as mutual disappointment hung above his head. Something about leaving this intriguing woman without as much as a number didn’t feel right. He stopped just passed the armchair she was occupying, hand upon the headrest, and battled with the internal dilemma playing out in his mind, and the impending regret if he didn’t at least ask.
“…Rori” he spoke, nerves in abundance as his stomach felt alive with butterflies once more, awaiting her reply.
Lorelei turned in the chair a little too eagerly than she would have liked and looked at him expectantly
“Yes?”
Ethan found himself stunned into silence momentarily once more at her before he managed to regather his thoughts. Clearing his throat loud and deliberately, he began subconsciously toying with a stray piece of cotton from within his rolled up sleeve before he spoke “I’d like it very much if I could see you again… would it be ok if I was to ask you for your number?” he asked nervously.
“I’d like that very much” she grinned her dazzling smile once more at him, all signs of awkwardness between the pair dissipating, as though it had never existed to begin with. Lorelei scribbled upon a stray piece of paper she found in her bag before folding it and handing it to Ethan. He accepted the paper immediately, gripping it like an important document.
“I’ll call you”
“I look forward to it!”
Ethan stepped out into the bustling Boston street, and quickly made his way back to the hospital, not daring a tempted glance at the piece of paper until he was far enough from the window of the café window. When he estimated he was a safe distance away, he hazarded a glance down:
Call me for a ‘corpse’ of a time! -Rori.
Followed by what he could only assume was her phone number, he smiled at how unapologetically awkward she truly was. Sighing in contentment, he carefully placed the number into his pocket and continued on his way to the hospital, anticipating excitedly about how their first date would unfold when he, in no uncertain terms, would definitely call to organise.
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endingscenery · 4 years
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Second Chances | WinWin
sicheng x reader
genre: fluff, angst 
summary: your first love, you have had affections for sicheng for a long time, but missed the opportunity to tell him. as ambitions separated you farther and farther until you lost contact, you believe you lost that chance. that is, until sicheng reappears back into your life at your best friend’s wedding of all places.
words: 4.7K+
a/n: i miss winwin being with the 127 boys 
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Seated at the bridal table, before the massive crowd, you have as clear a view as possible of the whole wedding reception ensemble in front of your eyes. The bride and the groom shift from table to table, speaking to guests, the memories forever ingrained through the lens of the photographer following behind them. You pick at the food on your plate, careful not to spill any of the pumpkin sauce onto the peach, silk bridesmaid dress you adorned. Shouts and cheers sound throughout the hall as the guests on the dance floor whirl the night away, allowing the rhythm of the cheesy 90’s boy band song to coax them into swaying their bodies side to side. Beside you, you hear the clear, melodic sound of Jaehyun’s laughter. The best man, and one of your closest friends – second only to the bride herself – faces you, lips upturned in a smile as he points to the middle of the crowd. You move your gaze to follow down the length of his arm to where his index finger is pointing and notice his best friend, Johnny, attempting to breakdance, the rest of the audience in a circle around him, barely containing their laughter.
“Let’s go.”
You shake your head, but Jaehyun simply stands up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the crowd.
Squeezing yourself into the circle of guests, it’s only when you look up from the ground, careful not to step on the guests’ feet with your heels, that you notice the familiar face across from you.
Sicheng.
You don’t remember seeing his name on the guest list despite assisting in creating the seating arrangements. You definitely would have remembered seeing his name if that were the case. Yet, here he was, standing mere meters away from you, the warm lighting reflecting against his blonde dyed hair, illuminating him in an angelic glow. His eyes returned your stare, the same soft and thoughtful look you still remember from all those years ago. He looks so similar to the Sicheng you knew before he faded out of your life five years prior, but at the same time so different. His facial features are more defined now, he looks like his muscles have toned, his suit fitting against his shoulders and body in a way they hadn't quite during prom. He looks as surprised as you are to see him.
Jaehyun pulls you out of the trance Sicheng placed you in by pushing you onto the dance floor. Stumbling over your feet, you send a glare at him as he fails at containing his loud laughter, his hands clapping at your misfortune. Awkwardly moving your limbs to the music, you try not to think about how embarrassing the situation is or how ridiculous you know you look. That is, until Sicheng is suddenly thrust in front of you, his chest all that covers your vision as you faintly hear the sound of Johnny’s voice yelling, “Get it, Sicheng,” which confuses you, though you aren’t able to ponder too long over the thought as the man in question’s presence causes your breath to catch in your throat.
“Hey.”
Sicheng gives you a lopsided smile, his nerves starting to get the better of him. He knew you would be here, but as much as he tried to prepare himself to see you again, seeing you stand before him, he realises now how incredibly unprepared he is. The dress you wear hugs your body nicely, the make-up accentuating your already pretty features, your hair styled in a way that frames the shape of your face so beautifully.
“Hey,” you smile back at him, and oh how he forgot how much he missed the sound of your voice. It sounds so much sweeter than he remembers.
“Come on! Bust some moves, Sicheng!”
Mark’s comment brings him back to reality and Sicheng follows his cue, beginning to feel the rhythm of the song and dances to the beat, circling around you as you sway along, watching his elegant movements, his years of studying dance clearly evident in how his body flows naturally. He grabs your hand and twirls you around effortlessly. You feel the wind against your legs as your dress spreads out around you, lifting as you spin around, and Sicheng can’t help but think it looks like a blooming flower. The crowd of people around him blur in the distance as he spins you in circles, his eyes only able to focus on your face and your expression of happiness; the way he always wants you to feel when he looks at you.
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Sinking into the soft, cushioned couch inside the private room beside the ballroom, you feel your body relax into the cotton material, your limbs finally allowed a rest for a few moments of the night. Kara, the newly-wed and your best friend, needed a breather for a few moments from the bustling main room and the stress of making sure her perfect day was going well. You also believe she has ulterior motives for only dragging you into the private quarter and none of the other bridesmaids working hard to ensure the night is running according to plan. And as you slip your shoes off to rest your aching calves and help ease the oncoming blisters, your intuition proves true.
“It was nice to see you dancing with Sicheng,” she smiles and you roll your eyes.
“You never told me he was coming.”
She shoots you an apologetic look, before smirking. Oh the nerve she has sometimes.
Kara stretches her hands to the air, leaning back into the couch opposite from you.
“I didn’t think he was going to come in the first place either. I contacted him when we started planning for the wedding, asking if he thought it was possible for him to come down to the wedding and he told me he couldn’t with his schedule. You know how hard they work him over there.”
You nod, knowing well.
“So, I didn’t count him in the guest list when arranging tables but he called last minute, only a few weeks ago actually, asking if the invite was still open. Something must have changed, opening up his schedule. So I managed to squeeze him in since I know how much the boys miss him too.”
You nod in response, offering a low hum in understanding only causing your best friend to grin.
“And I knew you would want to see him too.”
Rolling your eyes at her, she only starts to laugh louder, teasing you, your emotions and your beating heart.
Exiting the private room and re-entering the ballroom, like a moth drawn to a flame, despite the sea of people before you, your eyes seem to instantly pinpoint Sicheng amongst the crowd. He sits at the table, alone, as all the other boys seem to be scattered throughout the venue. He’s not too far from where you currently stand and if you are honest with yourself, you want to sit beside him and catch up on all the missed years distance has stolen from you both.
As you approach him, you notice him looking intently at his phone screen, halfway through sending a message. Pulling out the chair beside him, his thumbs pause their actions and he lifts his head to face you.
“You don’t mind if I interrupt you, do you?”
He immediately shakes his head, typing fast to finish the text and hit send.
“My group mates were just checking up on me,” he informs and you nod in response. 
“They must really miss you then,” you comment and Sicheng only shakes his head.
“Way too much, if you ask me.”
His resigned tone and the roll of his eyes which accompanied the statement only causes you to laugh.
“I can’t blame them,” you shrug.
Sicheng looks at you, wondering if that sentiment entails more than you let on. He hopes it does, but as he catches a glimpse of your side profile while you turn to look at the crowd, he is unable to dwell further on that thought, enraptured by you. During his years away you had grown so well; your features are more defined, you gave off a more confident aura than before and you seemed more sure of yourself – so different from the you he first met and from the you he had to leave behind, but at the same time, still so familiar and comforting.
➳➳➳
Sicheng had always been acquainted with you since he can remember. Growing up in the same neighbourhood, you went to the same kindergarten, elementary, middle and high school. You were close with Jaehyun during those years and so inevitably, had gotten to know the rowdy group of boys that are his best friends. Sicheng remembers countless parties where he would catch a glimpse of you amongst the sea of bodies, usually following behind Kara or Jaehyun. Yet, it was only during the first year of middle school that he can truly say he crossed the title of ‘acquaintance’ and became your friend.
The final bell ringing throughout the entire complex, Sicheng crams his chemistry books into his bag, haphazardly shoving his stationery into his pencil case, desperate to catch the early bus home, wanting nothing more than to arrive to the comfort of his home and fall asleep to the warmth of his blankets and bed. Rushing out of the classroom, waving goodbye to his friends as he passes them by, Sicheng checks the time on his phone, quickening his pace to ensure he makes it to the bus stop within the estimated seven minutes until the arrival.
Sliding onto the metal seat of the bus stop, Sicheng pauses to catch his breath. He arrives by the six minute mark, but he can see the bus approaching in the distance, momentarily stopped at the traffic lights.
“Hey.”
He looks up from staring at the ground beside his worn out shoes, to see you sitting besides him, smiling wide.
Offering a quiet “hey” in response, silence befalls the two of you, as you wait for the bus to arrive.
You follow behind him once the bus arrives, yet he wasn’t expecting for you to sit in the empty seat beside him. He won’t admit it, but the thought makes his heart skip a beat. Sicheng watches you from the corner of his eyes as you unzip the front pocket of your bag. You take out your phone, but seem to keep searching for something else. Closing the front compartment he notices you search through all the other sections before closing the bag completely and simply holding it to your chest.
You must have noticed his stare, as you announce you forgot your earphones to him and Sicheng simply nods. He has earphones in his pockets and though he was planning on using them for himself, a part of him feels compelled to let you borrow his. He reasons that it’s because it is the polite thing to do, but something in his heart tells him otherwise. Still, he reaches into his pocket, detangling the wires and hands them to you anyway. You shake your head.
“They’re yours. It’s okay, you can use them.”
Sicheng only leaves his palms outstretched, earphones placed neatly in his hands.
Sighing, you take them from him, about to plug them into your phone, before you change your mind. Unwinding the wires, you hand him the end.
“You can play your music, I’ll just listen along. It’s your earphones anyway, I don’t want you to sit in silence because of my forgetfulness.”
Now it’s his turn to take the wire from your open palms.
You place an earbud in your left ear, telling him to feel free to pick any type of song, as you close your eyes, curious to the type of music the boy beside you listens to.
After a few minutes of searching, Sicheng finally finds a song for the both of you to listen to.
Following that incident, the two of you became closer. Choosing to sit beside each other on the way home, sharing your playlists to fill the quiet and to pass the hour long drive. Bus rides home turned to hanging out at each other’s houses, to going out to the city together, to always enjoying and wishing for the other’s company. 
➳➳➳
“So, how has life been treating you?” You inquire of Sicheng as you swirl the glass of rosé in your hand, taking a sip of the sweet wine.
“It’s been hectic,” Sicheng chuckles. “But it’s been a lot of fun. You should meet the boys I’m with, they’re hilarious and a handful at times but they’re good company. I think you’d like them a lot.”
You smile, happy to know he has people looking out and supporting him still.
Sicheng has always loved dance since you met him, studying traditional dance, practicing for hours on end; it was his passion. And though you hated the fact his pursuit of his passion drove him far from home, you couldn’t blame him for chasing what was close to his heart.
Though sometimes, as you watch videos of him and his group performing, you can’t help but feel the idea of him once being someone you went to school with, grew up with and hold cherish memories with, seems all but too surreal. Like something from a fever dream. And at times it makes you wonder what your lives could have been if he had stayed. Maybe you would have told him how you felt all those years. How you still feel. Maybe you could have had a future together.
➳➳➳
You still remember clearly the day you found out Sicheng would be leaving. The two of you were preparing to graduate that year from high school, on break before you would take your final exams and you would continue on with the next chapter of your lives.
Vowing to yourself, you would tell the boy you loved of your feelings, before you lost the chance. It had seemed like the perfect opportunity. The two of you were to meet by 10:00am at a botanical garden before grabbing lunch in the city and spending the rest of the day together. You were certain you could find the right time to confess your emotions. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
Trying to formulate how you would say the next few words in your head was proving more challenging than you expected. You had rehearsed this for hours the previous night, your thoughts keeping you from sleeping, but now, as Sicheng sat in front of you, elbows leaning against the wooden coffee table as he rests his hands on his cheeks, you are at a loss for words. 
Your heart is beating at triple speed.
Your palms are shaking.
Your breathing is unsteady.
Focusing on the cup of coffee in front of you, you try to muster up the will to let out the words stuck in your throat, but in the end you both end up saying the same thing in unison.
“I need to tell you something.”
Sicheng smiles sheepishly, running his hands through his hair.
“You go first,” you say, taking the coffee cup in your hands and taking a sip in an attempt to calm your nervous heart.
“Okay.” Sicheng seems reluctant but he shakes his head, just wanting the words to be out there in the open.
“I’m leaving for Korea after we graduate.”
You place the coffee cup back down onto the table.
“Korea?”
He nods. 
“You know how I was weighing up whether to take the offer to become a trainee? Well, I decided to take the opportunity.”
“I see.”
Looking out of the café window, you wonder what your life in this city will be like once he’s gone. No more coffee dates, late night snack runs and movie nights. It all just sounds depressing, really.
“I’m really going to miss you.”
Sicheng sighs, mimicking your actions and turning his head to look out the window as well.
“If I could stay here and train I would, but they want me over there. Plus it could be a big chance, I can finally get closer to my dream of dancing and becoming an artist.”
“I’m really proud of you. You’ll be amazing out there.”
You really are proud of him. His hard work studying and dancing hours away was finally paying off. Yet, a part of you can’t help but selfishly want him to stay. To stay in this city you both call home. To stay here with you. But you know you can’t keep him here forever, that his dreams and ambitions are important and this was a chance to chase them.
So instead, you keep your mouth shut, your feelings for the boy remaining on the tip of your tongue and hidden in your heart.
And when the months pass, and you feel the warmth of Sicheng’s embrace for the last time, as a voice through the speakers announces boarding for the 2:30pm flight to Korea has begun, you still haven’t told him of your affections.
As his schedules become busier and busier, more hectic and unpredictable, the constant communication between you lessens and lessens until you lose contact altogether.
And three years later, when he had debuted with his group, WayV, you still have not told Sicheng you love him.
➳➳➳
The sound of uncontrolled laughter and childish insults alerts you that the boys are moving towards you, so it’s no surprise when the rest of Sicheng’s high school friends arrive at your table.
“What are you two doing all alone, far away in this corner of the ballroom?” Johnny teases, a smirk on his face as he slips into the empty seat beside Sicheng.
“Well for one, Sicheng’s table just happens to be in the corner of the room,” you shrug. “Also, why did you guys ditch him in the first place?”
Johnny gasps at your response, placing his right hand over his heart in mock offense as Jaehyun laughs from beside you, pulling out the spare chair beside you while intentionally nudging your shoulder.
“But no, we just let him catch up with his WayV boys for a second,” Jaehyun clarifies, gesturing to Sicheng’s phone.
Just as the rest of the boys take their seats around the table, you hear the master of ceremonies’ voice through the speakers, all of you turning your attention to the front of the hall as he announces the band is about to play some slow dance songs. All the boys seem to lock eyes, lips upturned in mischievous grins that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and the beat of your heart quicken. 
They are up to no good.
“This sounds like the perfect opportunity for you to take Y/N on a proper dance,” Jaehyun announces, clapping his hands together as he smiles at Sicheng.
The man in question only rolls his eyes as you glare at Jaehyun.
Yet, the rest of the boys seem to love the idea as they begin to cheer, encouraging Jaehyun’s suggestion. Taeil begins to clap, cheering “dance” over and over again, before Johnny, Mark and Yuta join his chanting.
“If you don’t, I’ll take her for a spin,” Haechan shrugs, causing more cheers and yelling from the boys.
You already know the boys won’t quit their antics until you and Sicheng step onto the dancefloor, so you muster up all your courage and stand up from your seat, stretching your left hand out towards the man you first loved, and still have affections for.
You didn’t think it was possible for them to get any louder than they already are, but the boy’s yelling intensifies.
Surprised by your sudden confidence, Sicheng feels starstruck. He can definitely feel the heat from his cheeks.
“Shall we?”
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It’s close to 1:00am when you finally head home, the stars adorning the night sky as you walk through the city streets leading back home. Sicheng trails behind you, thankful his hotel is near your apartment, afraid to trust his sense of direction when in a now foreign place. The sights have changed since he left, his old landmarks replaced with new ones, improved infrastructure, trendy buildings amongst the traditional; the city he once called home now fragments of old and new. He has been away too long, he feels almost out of place. You however, have never left this city, have seen the transition between the place he calls home and the place where he currently stands, so Sicheng follows your lead.
As the streetlamps cast a yellow glow against the both of you, Sicheng can’t help but find the way your dress catches the light mesmerising. It was all like a blur, a hazy dream, the way you looked to Sicheng; an angelic glow radiating off you as you twirled through the empty streets, laughing the night away. Your hair is now unpinned, the strands hanging loose, a little unruly now from the day’s stressful events; your make-up a little smudged from the tears of happiness that came with your best friend getting married; and you have taken your heels off, now wearing the sneakers you always have in the back of your car for times like these. Yet, you still look as stunning as ever to him. 
And this time, he thinks to himself that he has to let you know.
So as you approach his hotel he pulls you in close, pressing his lips against yours before his nerves can talk himself out of it and before the night ends and he has to leave you.
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You sleep in until eleven the next morning. Stretching your limbs, you push yourself up into a sitting position, eyes drawn to the morning light reflecting off the silk dress from the night before which hangs from your wardrobe’s door knob. Though the memory of Sicheng’s lips against yours brings a wide smile to your face, a part of you can’t help but wonder what it all means.
Was it just a heat of the moment thing? 
It felt too intimate with too much longing for it to be nothing.
Does that mean he loves you back?
But he never actually said those words out loud to you.
Even if he did feel the same, won’t he have to go back to his group? He can’t just choose to stay here with you and give up his career.
Groaning, you lean back into the soft mattress of your bed, pulling the duvet over your body, not wanting to dwell on the answers to those questions, wanting to delay waking up to the reality things won’t change between you and Sicheng. Five years have already passed since he originally left for Korea, surely that should have been enough time for your heart to move on and find a new love, but as you hear your phone vibrate against the nightstand and you see his contact picture appear on your screen, you know you never will.
Standing in front of your mirror, you fix the bow attached to your blouse, pushing back stray hairs back into place as you prepare to meet up with Sicheng. You aren’t entirely sure whether agreeing to meet him is a good thing, especially after the anxious thoughts from the morning, but a part of you needs to see him before he leaves again; needs to know the true depth of his feelings.
Sicheng chooses to meet you at the same café you used to always frequent when you both were younger. The same café where he told you he was leaving. The same café where you failed to tell him your feelings those five years ago.
“I’m glad this place is still around,” Sicheng smiles as he enters through the front doors, holding it open for you as you step inside behind him.
“They do good coffee,” you shrug. “The owner’s family are keeping the shop going.”
Noticing your old usual table by the window is free, Sicheng points towards the spot and once you nod, he makes his way to save the seats while you order the coffees. Once the orders are placed and you finish paying, you take a seat across from Sicheng, the sense of déjà vu strange and unnerving. It feels like a chance to say the things you were unable to say, but at the same time you are unsure whether it is wise to bring up the feelings you still harbour. If it is even worth letting those sentiments escape out into the open. Sicheng feels differently.
“I meant it,” he states simply, causing you to look up at him.
“When I kissed you last night,” he clarifies. “I meant it.”
“Sicheng-”
“I’ve missed you. So badly.”
He needs to let these words out. He knows he’s being selfish, not letting you respond, but he needs to let the words out before he backs out.
“I liked you. I liked you back then when we were kids, to when we grew up, even when I left for Korea, I still liked you. While I was training and in a country far from home, I missed you so bad, it made me question whether it was worth it, being away from you. But I had already made a choice to pursue this dream, and I was scared to come home only to find you had moved on from our friendship, from me. So I tried to move on from you, but when I came home, and saw you at the wedding last night, all the feelings I had came rushing back, and being with you again – even if it’s been just for a short while – has made me realise how much I missed having you in my life, how much happiness you bring me still, how much I need you. I love you.”
“I don’t know,” you admit, holding your head in your hands, unsure how to handle the confession. It was what you wanted to hear, but you only feel more confused.
“I love you too. God, I love you so damn much, but how does this change anything? You’ll still be going back overseas and back to your busy schedules, while I’ll be stuck here. My friends, my family, my work, my home; it’s all here, I don’t know if I’ll be prepared to leave this behind.”
Sicheng sighs.
“I know that, and I’m not going to ask you to move away just for me. I just needed you to know how I feel – how I’ve felt for a long time – before I leave again.”
His hand searches for yours, wanting to feel your touch, and as you look up at him, he reaches to wipe the tears from under your eyes before enclosing both your hands in his bigger ones.
“And if you want to, I want to try to make things work between us. I know long distance relationships aren’t easy, and time zones will make it hard, but I’ll do everything I can to make sure you feel my love from miles away. I love you. I need you.”
You bite your lip, afraid things will repeat and over time the distance between you will once again cause you to drift further and further once again. You’re not sure your heart can take it, if you had to go through that once more. But his words, and the emotion laced behind them, and the sincerity you can see in his expressions makes you start to think that maybe things will work out.
“Please,” Sicheng pleads, “Give me one more chance, I promise I won’t let you down, I love you too damn much.”
Something in your heart gives way, despite your fears.
You love him.
So utterly, ridiculously and hopelessly in love with this man.
And so you accept.
Sicheng’s eyes glisten with pure happiness and mirth, you can’t help but smile widely, laughing to yourself that somehow the universe has brought him back to you.
You never believed in second chances, but as you look at the smiling man walking beside you, and as he pulls you into his arms and kisses your lips passionately, you can’t help but believe just this once.
And you are going to take this chance.
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todorokis-left-shoe · 5 years
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Ghost hunter AU or something
Kaminari: Hey yo, ghosts! I'm here to hunt ya! /throws thermal camera for some reason/
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Aizawa: Don't yell. You'll scare the spirits away.
/Bakugo yells anyway/
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/low screaming/
Izuku: Sh. What was that?
Todoroki, turning the corner: Oh sorry, that was my phone. Its my dad calling.
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Mina: OH SHIT ITS A FULL ON SPECTRE!
All Might, deadpanned: I'm still alive Ashido....
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Tokoyami: Aoyama, what are you doing?
Aoyama: Making myself beautiful to attract more ghosts.
Tokoyami: ????
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Spirit box: "...go... fast..."
Kaminari, looks to Iida who's holding the camera: Holy shit dude... Its Sonic!
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Nana: Hey watch this. /breakdances behind Mirio/
Nighteye: Goddammit...
Mirio, whipping around: Do... Do you guys have the strange sensation that someone is breakdancing and another person is shaking their head disappointment?
Nejire: Nope.
Tamaki: Nah-uh.
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Uraraka: Oh my god! Please tell me you got that on camera! I just saw a face behind Tsuyu!
/Izuku replays the footage/
Izuku: Is that...?
Uraraka: Damn it Aoyama...
/loud, snooty laughter in the distance/
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frederator-studios · 6 years
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Montreal-based animator Jonathan Ng has done it all: co-create an innovative breakdance battle video game, Floor Kids, for Nintendo Switch; supply visual effects to major features like The Spiderwick Chronicles (2008); and animate his own stunning short films, including Requiem for Romance, above, which blew away festival audiences and earned its place on the Oscar-shortlist. This film took my breath away. A heart wrenching break-up call in the modern day interweaves with beautiful water and ink visuals of martial arts combat in feudal China; Requiem is an unprecedented piece of art. Watch it, then watch it again, then check out our conversation with Jonathan, below. And then maybe watch it one more time. I know I will.
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How did you come to pursue animation?
It was a process, and it always came back to drawing. I don’t want to say I’ve been “drawing forever,” but I just never stopped. A teacher encouraged me to go to an arts high school. I was skeptical at first; I came from kind of a rough area in Toronto, and being artistic - being ambitious at all - was looked at strangely. But I fell in love with my arts school.
And then you went to college for art?
Traditional animation at Sheridan. And around the time that I was there, the industry was restructuring, with 3D, new techniques becoming more common. I didn’t feel like switching would be worth it, so I stayed focused on hand-drawn animation. I knew I’d be most satisfied with my work if I did. Over time, I’ve gained experience in those other areas as well.
How was it starting out as an independent animator?
Starting out was patchy. But I got by, trusted in the work, and things began falling into place.
Did you ever want to work at a large studio?
As a freelance animator I’ve had a hand in studio projects, mainly features, on a production by production basis. And being a guest at studios has satiated my curiosity; it’s sort of closed the loop for me on what might have been. There are upsides and downsides to working within a studio organization, and to working independently. But once you’re established as an independent filmmaker, there’s almost a mutual understanding between you and the studios, that you probably wouldn’t be a fit.
When did you first consider yourself a filmmaker?
In school, submitting work to festivals—that felt like preparation, an introduction to the world and the work required. But when I began working on my first film with the NFB - Asthma Tech - then, I was a filmmaker before I felt like one.
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How has your experience been with the NFB?
It’s very competitive to receive funding, because so many artists are deserving. But if you do get to make a film, it’s an incredible opportunity. I do think that if you apply for funding and don’t get it, the best thing you can do is just make the thing anyway. Because if you’re at rock bottom, with no funding, no support, and you’re still making the work - you’re invincible at that point.
But competitive as it is, we’re very fortunate to have an organization like the NFB in Canada. It’s also a very supportive environment; everyone helps each other out on their films. There’s great work being done. While making Requiem, opportunities to contribute to other people’s films kept cropping up, and it became tough to balance. I wanted to do everything.
What inspired Requiem for Romance?
Story-wise, it was personal. I was seeing a girl, and she was also an artist. Both of us were inspired by water ink animations, which we were culturally connected to, because our families are from Shanghai. It wasn’t an art form that I learned in school, so it was a lot of independent exploration: researching the style, discovering the significance of different colors in ink drawings, learning the history of water and ink animation—which is fascinating, and intrinsically tied to China’s history with the Soviets. Throughout it all, I kept having, “How come I don’t know this?!” moments.
How is it, working with water and ink?
It’s very performative. I shot the water ink under a camera, so I really performed the splashes that you see in the film. It involved a lot of composition: of the direction, the speed and the movement of the ink. I treated the ink as if it were its own character.
Speaking of the characters - what inspired the combat elements of the film?
Growing up, I’d watch a lot of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Naruto—so I envisioned creating my own martial arts piece. That, too, led to more cultural exploration: I watched a lot of Chinese martial arts action films, primarily live action. I think Chinese kung fu exists most perfectly in an animated ink film, where it’s totally real within the world. No wires necessary.
So there were really three elements: martial arts action films, water and ink animation, and love stories. This is a hopelessly romantic breakup story, after all. For that, I turned to Chinese cinema too, watching a lot of the classics from Wong Kar Wai (In the Mood for Love, Happy Together).
Over email, you mentioned that it’s important to you that Requiem is re-watchable; why is that?
I definitely think short films are meant to be rewatchable. I don’t want the films I make to just roll by for people. There are things in Requiem, layers of meaning, that I expected only I would get—but I’ve been continually surprised by how much people pick up on. The use of distance, differences in fighting style, how the film is structured and designed for color, the way the water ink was controlled. The presence of choreographed movements that reflect the mood—a touchstone of 1980s Hong Kong martial arts films.
How was it taking Requiem around festivals?
It started off doing better at live action festivals. It was amazing how differently screenings could go; some, people would find it really funny, and others people would be crying at the end. Sometimes both. I did try to make it both funny and sad.
What did people tend to laugh out loud about?
Oh, man - the part where she tells him that they can’t both be artists because they’ll be poor. That got people.
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But festivals are great, because you get to see the most amazing films. A lot of work that you’d just never have the opportunity to see otherwise. I’ve loved living in downtown Montreal, because the artistic community is so alive, everyone is doing their own thing; it’s impossible not to be swept up in it. There’s a festival just about every week here.
That sounds amazing. Your current project isn’t film though, right - it’s a video game?
Yeah, I just launched a game version of an idea that started as animated shorts, “Floor Kids”. In 2007 I partnered up with Kid Koala, a DJ and musician. We didn’t know what we’d make yet, but we knew we wanted to collaborate. That turned into the first “Floor Kids” short, and it went viral. And years later, it’s become a Nintendo Switch game. People have really come out for the game, it’s been an outpouring of support. It’s my first foray into gaming, and one of the most interdisciplinary art projects I’ve been a part of, combining game design, graphics, coding, art. The animation required about 1500 hand drawn frames per character, with 8 characters total, and hundreds of dance moves. The game coders had to design new systems, they were so unused to this much animation.
Being about hip hop dancing, and having this graffiti art style, did you draw inspiration for “Floor Kids” from your upbringing in Toronto?
Yeah - it’s grounded in street culture. Forms of expression like breakdance can draw people away from the worst of where they come from. My part of Toronto had this notorious, street-fighting reputation, that was only escalating as I got older. Going to an arts school was a shield, and it created an alternative for me and other kids.
There was a no-violence policy, so at a certain point, if you loved this stuff enough, you weren’t going to bother anyone. I remember once there was a goth kid who was being bullied by the jock-ish kids for how he dressed. The Vice Principal thought the solution was to punish him, and he ordered him not to wear dresses to school anymore. The next day, all the guys in the school wore dresses. And the kid was left alone after that.
And the area around my school was where all of the best graffiti artists would hit. It was incredible visual inspiration, but the administrators weren’t having it. They gave the taggers a truce: they could take a 3 story stairwell and do whatever they wanted on it, but nowhere else. You can imagine - it became a damn cool stairwell.
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OAC: Day 14: Ice Skating
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“why are we doing this again?”
Dance’s nervous question was loud in the white forest landscape. The frozen lake gleamed in the sun as Lust laced on his figure skates. Looking up toward the other, the reflection almost blinded him for a moment before he could see his partner. Dance, too, wore skates. Instead of tight leggings and jacket like the ones Lust had, though, he wore his usual hoodie and sweatpants, completed with a helmet and thick gloves.
He grinned toward the dancer, tying the shoelaces into a bow and standing up. Walking up to his boyfriend, he cupped Dance’s skull in his hands. He looked nervous, with hunched shoulders and a tense expression on his face.
“because it’s fun, sweetheart,” Lust told him, bowing down to press a quick kiss to his nose. “honestly, how come you’ve never ice skated before? your universe is literally all about dance, and figure skating is one.”
“i’m a breakdancer,” Dance replied as he stood up, wobbling slightly. “not an ice dancer.”
Chuckling loudly, Lust grabbed his hand and lead him toward the lake. The snow was so deep he hadn’t bothered with the skate guards and could just step straight out at the cleaned lake. There were a few other people on it, but the area was big enough that they were hardly noticeable. He smiled reassuringly at Dance as the other took a tentative step out on the slippery surface.
“i won’t let go, darling,” he promised, holding the other’s hands to steady him. Dance swallowed as he took a slow skate forward, like Lust had shown him before. Lust skated backwards, allowing the other to follow him.
He smiled as they slowly moved over the surface and as Dance’s face lit up in a grin when they moved a little faster, more confident, his soul felt warm.
The world spun, faster and faster, and the cold air didn’t feel cold at all. Sweat dripped down Lust’s back as he interrupted the pirouette, posing with a hand in the air. Then he allowed himself to glide backwards, into a turn, and cast a glance toward his fiancé. Dance was standing at distance away, nowadays confident on the ice, and watching in awe. He threw him a kiss before gathering speed. The skirt of his short dress and his spirit were flying as he kicked off into a jump and twirled in the air, landing backwards on one foot.
In the back of his mind he noticed the cheering coming from Dance, but with the adrenaline pumping through his veins and his soul beating hard in excitement he didn’t give it a thought after smirking slightly.
As he slid over the ice into a full stop, ending his program, he laughed. Dance skated over to him, grinning widely, and Lust smiled as his partner pressed their teeth together.
“you’re amazing,” Dance breathed once they parted. Lust’s soul was still pounding in his chest and his breathing was slightly laboured as he smiled. His soul swelled at the compliment. He knew he was a great figure skater, but hearing it – especially from one of the people he loved the most – was lovely.
“thank you,” he replied, grabbing Dance’s hands. The gloves the other wore was cold, but he braided their fingers together nonetheless. The sun of dawn drenched them in soft rays. “now how about i teach you to ice dance?”
The people around them cheered as Lust twirled beneath Dance’s upheld arm. Then he stopped, and they slid over the ice, hand in hand. Smiling at the other, Lust allowed his husband to catch him in his arms before throwing him up in the air. He pirouetted before landing and returning to Dance. Smiling widely at him and stopping the skating to kiss him. He caressed Dance’s cheek and grinned as they broke it.
“you did it!” he exclaimed. Dance had tried to get the grip of that throw for ages and this was the first time it all worked out. “good job, my love.”
His husband’s face lit up in a bright smile, making Lust’s soul flutter. Lust smiled back, just as wide, “now then. next move.”
Dance’s loud groan made him laugh and he pecked the other’s cheek before skating backwards.
“alright, let’s take a pause,” he said, and the other raised an eyebrow as the distance between them increased. Lust grinned widely. “catch me. if you can.”
Turning around in a swift move, he shot away. The wind whipped at his face and arms, keeping him pleasantly cool and Dance’s yell behind him as he started the chase was only met by another loud laugh. Now let’s see how much the skating lessons had paid off.
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Wallace Smith is hanging from a beam. The Hamilton actor, one of the principals in Chicago’s staging of the mega-hit musical, has to hit a specific mark during the song Yorktown, near the end of the first act. Alexander Hamilton is about to announce what Smith’s character, Hercules Mulligan, has been up to (spoiler: he’s a spy!) while Hamilton and George Washington are trying to win independence for the colonies. If you’ve ever watched a gymnast hang from the high bar and then propel himself into a handstand, you have some idea of what Smith is about to do. He swings his legs back and then uses his core muscles to kick his whole body, launching forward. He lands near the front of the stage just as Hamilton yells “HERCULES MULLIGAN!” Then Smith breaks into one of the show’s more memorable raps. This maneuver takes strength, skill and timing. If Smith fails to land at the right moment it will throw off the flow of the musical. He has to do this correctly every night because every night the theater is full of people who have had the date blacked out on their calendar for months (the Chicago version of Hamilton is sold out through the end of the summer, and tickets are scarce come September.) There are fans who know every word of the platinum soundtrack, who have watched every video on the the show’s YouTube page, and who follow every actor’s social media account with devotion. With so many people awaiting Mulligan’s entrance or the Marquis de Lafayette’s tongue-twisting raps or the Schuyler sisters’ flirty songs, the actors who create Hamilton every night must have the discipline of a professional athlete to ensure the fans who were able to get tickets for each night’s show are dazzled. At the PrivateBank Theater in Chicago, Hamilton is staged eight times a week. Curtain is at 7:30 p.m. for night shows and 2:00 p.m. for matinees, but the cast members’ work starts well before curtain comes up the opening song, Alexander Hamilton. Chris De’Sean Lee is a young actor who plays the Marquis de Lafayette, a French nobleman who fought on the patriots’ side during the Revolutionary War. Hamilton — the show, as well as the character — is non-stop, so actors have to be in top shape to impress the people who inhabit the PrivateBank Theater’s seats every night. Lee works out shortly after waking up each morning, mixing cardio and weightlifting. “It’s really about getting my heart rate up, burning fat, conditioning to be able to do something long term. At this point, it’s really fine. I don’t find myself getting as tired doing the shows as before,” Lee said. Smith and Lee are both avid Golden State Warriors fans, but Lee adds a layer to his workout Steph Curry doesn’t. Since Lee has to spit Lafayette’s rapid fire rap while also jumping off a table and landing softly, he hums on the treadmill. He’s practicing not just using his vocal chords correctly but also working on timing his breath. “I’m rapping 13 words in two seconds. You have to be really fast, it’s in a French accent, and you have to be understood all while preparing to jump off the table,” Lee said. “For so long, I was constantly in my head about when to breathe.” Smith’s days also start with a trip to the gym, while Samantha Marie Ware, who plays Peggy Schuyler and Mariah Reynolds, is a big fan of yoga and pilates and works with a trainer three times a week. They stay in shape not just to manage the eight shows a week, but also to fit in the Tony-winning costumes that were made for them when they were cast for the show. [. . .] As with athletes, avoiding injury isn’t their only aim. They want to make sure they are at in peak shape for every performance and that means being mindful of when, and what, they are eating. “Because the corsets are really tight, it’s really hard to eat a larger meal. What I try to do when I’m in a show is I’ll eat something light for dinner, and I’ll keep snacks at my station,” Ware said. But the biggest reason they are so mindful of their nutrition is their voice. Soda pop, dairy, beer, fried foods — they all can affect their vocal chords. Much as a pitcher or a quarterback has to protect his arm before all else, Hamilton’s cast must protect their voices to deal with the show’s intense lyrical load. Their voices being even just a bit off means they may not hit the notes required. They have to time eating carefully so the food doesn’t sit in their stomach when they’re performing. “Most foods create some kind of phlegm or dryness to your vocal chords. A lot of foods I could eat that wouldn’t affect my voice in a drastic way, but I don’t think it makes sense to perform at anything less than 100 percent. Being at 98 percent, that bothers me. I feel like eating puts that 98 percent of my vocal chords. I just don’t do it,” Lee said. He admits to splurging on unhealthy foods on off days, though. Protecting their voice also means not letting the the show take over their voices; like athletes in a long-distance run or swim, they don’t want to get caught up in the moment and use too much too early. Hamilton features heated rap battles, loud speeches proclaiming freedom and in some cases, buddies getting drunk together while waxing poetic about the future. “When you’re miked and your voice is being amplified, sometimes, when your adrenaline is pumping, you want to push vocally. Scream louder. Sing harder,” Smith said. “There’s no need to push. It really helps the performance when you are easing into it. Vocally, it’s very easy to injure yourself.” For principal actors, sticking to a routine is key. They know exactly when they should go to sleep, when they should eat and when they should warm up their voices to make sure they are in peak shape by curtain. Ware starts singing in the shower at home, and quite often, to her cat. Lee puts his warm-ups on Instagram, singing everything from Mr. Rogers to Stevie Wonder to N’Sync. [. . .] Hamilton is expected to stay in Chicago for two years, and while much of the original cast is intact, there are still times when the cast needs to miss performances. When vacation, injuries or an ill-timed bout of laryngitis comes up, swings and understudies are called upon. Swings are the theater’s bench. They fill in for the ensemble when someone is out sick or on vacation. They have to be at every show, even when not performing. They have to be ready to jump in if another performer is sick or injured. “We one time had someone call out at half hour. It could be short notice, sometimes we know ahead of time,” said Gabriella Sorrentino. “I even at one point, someone got hurt in act one, and they threw me in for the second half. I’ve had all scenarios happen.” With the chance to go on at any minute, she has to stay limber and strong enough to take on any part in the ensemble. In Hamilton, cast members move props and sets into place, often as part of a song’s choreography. Since she can be tasked to take over any role, she has to be able to do the heavy lifting. She also has to be able to sing any of the women’s five singing tracks in the ensemble. Sorrentino is not just a swing but also the dance captain. She helps run weekly rehearsals and prepares new cast members for the show. Brady left his role as Aaron Burr in early April, and Sorrentino prepared Daniel Breaker to step in. During shows, she’s watching from the wings, taking notes to give to the ensemble. Unlike in many musicals, where the ensemble or chorus comes out just for specific songs and dance numbers, the Hamilton ensemble is onstage for most of the night. There are 50 numbers in Hamilton, and dancers must do everything from waltzing to breakdancing numbers. “The first week, when we were rehearsing in New York, and I think all the swings would agree with me, we were all in a little bit of shock with how much content is in the show,” she said. “It’s kind of neat to be part of a show where, in other shows, ensembles are not in shows as much. We’re really the show. We really are backing up the principals. The ensemble, we’re the foundation, the backbone to the show.” When Jimmy Garoppolo filled in for Tom Brady at the beginning of the 2016 NFL season, Patriots fans still expected their team to win. When an understudy or swing is onstage, there should be no difference in the show. “I know how, especially for Hamilton, people have been waiting for years to come and see the show. I know how important it is for them to see it and take it in, and I know how important it is for me to do my job and make sure they enjoy it,” Sorrentino said. “It’s the balance of me giving to them what they want, and then them receiving that information. And it’s evident. When we go to the stage door, people are in awe of the show.” [. . .]
How the cast of 'Hamilton' stays in shape to turn the world upside down, nightly (For The Win)
just cuz it’s a passion doesn’t mean that it’s easy! great article on the rigors of doing a show like Hamilton, including more on how Wayne Brady dealt with injury during his time with the Chicago company & how some of the principals switch characters between acts
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sobriquet [ jungkook ]
noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname
he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, comedy type: college au word count: 3,075 words warnings: none author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.
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Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.
A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.
You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.
“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.
Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.
Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.
“Okay, Jungkook, let me help you out there.” You untangle yourself from the mess of limbs, and he whines, latching himself back onto you.
“You’re supposed to love me! Aren’t I your honey bunny chunkie wunkie?” Jungkook pouts, nuzzling his face into your neck, and your face feels like it is on fire now. Thankfully, the dorm he lives in is only one or two blocks away, so you won’t have to drag his heavy and cheesy ass back for a long and excruciating distance.
Smirking slightly, you flick his forehead lightly, earning a small whine from Jungkook. “Why, of course, you’re my honey bunny chunkie wunkie.”
Boy, were you going to have some good blackmail material to show off when he is sober tomorrow.
Jungkook cheers happily at your agreement, hugging you even tighter, and you struggle to maneuver him around the crowded room and towards the front door. “I knew it! I knew it! I told you so, pookie bear bubsy wubsy.”
Sighing, you guide him out the door and down the front steps, and he trips on the last one, lunching forward and almost causing a double face plant with you in tow.
“Looks like I just fell for you!” he crows gleefully before pulling you into some spontaneous, drunken dance across the solo cup and silly string strewn lawn. Laughing quietly, you indulge in his whims for a few more minutes, twirling around—for a drunk man, he somehow manages to dance rather gracefully—before going back on track and tugging him onto the sidewalk and down the path to his dormitory.
“C'mon, Jungkook, we’re going back to your place with your nice, warm, comfortable, soft bed,” you persuade him when he attempts to turn back towards the house, grappling with your boyfriend to make him return to the original direction. You internally groan. Despite being drunk, he is still able to put up a strong resistance.
“W-woah, I know I’m irresistible but are you trying to take advantage of me now, strawberry sugar plum?” He tries to wink at you, but fails miserably. You roll your eyes and force yourself to ignore the incredibly strong urge to shove him headfirst into the nearest bush and make a run for it.
“Oh, look!” Jungkook foolishly outstretches his hand towards a rose bush decorating one of the neighbors’ front yard, eyes glittering with wonder akin to a child’s first glance at the infinite expanse of the navy sky speckled with the glowing orbs of natural gases.
“Wait, Jungkook, don’t touch th—”
“Ow!” Your boyfriend turns to you, eyes widened and explicably looking more innocent than ever with the way they sparkle from unshed tears. His bottom lip quivers unexpectedly as he holds out his forefinger towards you, a droplet of carmine forming.
“It hurts! Why would the flower hurt me like that? Why did you do this to me, flower?” he wails, scrunching up his face in sadness, “I just wanted to pick a rose for my schnoozle wooziekins dumpling.”
“Oh, Jungkook,” you sigh before gently taking his hand and kissing the tip of his index finger. “There, all better, you big baby.”
All traces of despair leave his entirety as he stares at you in awe. “You have healing powers. My sweetie pie honey bunches has magical powers.”
“… I can already tell this is going to be a long five minute walk back.”
Fortunately, Jungkook learns to keep his hands to himself in regards to plants after all. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same for yourself because the boy then latches himself onto you and tries—and spectacularly fails on every attempt—to seduce you. You manage to record some of his amusing antics, including the pet names he concocted for you as well as him calling himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie once again. However, although you are very grateful for the blackmail you obtained on your boyfriend, hauling an overgrown child to his bed is no easy achievement. By now, you have exhausted nearly every single curse word that exists in addition to making up a few new ones of your own. Finally, you find yourself in front of the door to his dormitory suite, faint sounds of music seeping through. Jungkook sways back and forth unsteadily on his feet.
“Okay, we’re here, Jungkook. Where’s your access card?” You turn to look at your boyfriend, hand outstretched for his card.
“You gotta search me for it, darling babykins sweetums.” He grins at you a little too widely and wriggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.
You shut him down instantly. “Nope. Not today. I did not sign up for this.”
Rapping on the door loudly with your fist and ignoring the crestfallen expression Jungkook gives you, you are extremely relieved when Taehyung opens the door—but then you let out a miniature scream of frustration when you recognize the glazed look of his eyes, see the bottles of beer on the table, notice his other equally intoxicated suitemates, and realize how loud the music actually was in there.
You had tried to escape the party, only to be greeted by another one like a slap to your face. It was like a big “screw you” from the universe, and the party gods are probably having the time of their lives laughing at you.
“H-hee-ey there, _______! Oh, and Kookie! Welcome to my humble abode!” Taehyung screeches out over the blaring bass.
A pillow is thrown to the back of his head, and he shrieks at the offense, but Yoongi’s voice can be heard over the noise. “It’s all of our humble abodes, dumbass!”
“Um, hey, I’m just here to drop off Jungkook,” you shove Jungkook forward, but he grabs onto your arm and pulls you into the suite as well.
“But since you’re already here, you should join in on the fun, too!” yells Hoseok, who clearly drank more than his body weight as he rips off his shirt and waves it around like an asinine lunatic.
“Uh, no, I’m okay,” you try to back away, but Jungkook clutches onto you even more tightly.
“Don’t leave me, schmoopsie toopsie munchkins,” Jungkook cries, burying his face in your neck, and your face flushes a dark shade of red.
“Oh, _______!” Jimin appears in front of you, looking quite relieved. “Can you help me with Jin? Convince him that breakdancing on the table is not a good way to establish himself as best dancer. I had to pull him off the table top three times now.”
“Isn’t Jin usually the sober one here?” you question in disbelief when you see the eldest struggling to get on top of the table.  Meanwhile, Jungkook turns himself into your very own personal koala, hugging you firmly without any sign of letting go anytime soon. He attempts to kiss you at the same time without any success as you turn your face away from his advances and try to pay attention to Jimin. In your one moment of distraction though, Jungkook manages to plant a slobbery kiss on your cheek and cheers very loudly for his accomplishment.
“He complained of always having to be the responsible one, and I drew the short straw,” Jimin groans as you try to pry your boyfriend off of you, “So I’m in charge of watching ov—hey, wait, stop, Tae!”
He speeds over to Taehyung, who is busily stuffing six or seven eggo waffles into a toaster made for only two (“This method will save electricity! We need to save the polar bears, Jiminnie!”). Not having the heart to leave Jimin here as the only sober one, you sigh heavily before assessing the situation in front of you.
Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting on the couch, and if you did not know better, you would have thought they were sober. But with the way Yoongi is mumbling garbled up lyrics and being snarkier than ever with his minimal brain to mouth filter now long gone, you know he had one bottle too many. As for Namjoon, he sounds like he is spouting out deep words of philosophy until you actually pay attention to what he says and realize it is utter nonsense (“As I’ve been saying, the substantial reasoning backed up by the existence of hydrangeas is rather compelling because it leads to the Chebyshev’s Theorem for Two Standard Deviations that was built upon the improvable concept of black butterflies and déjà vu…”). Hoseok is pouring his heart out in his karaoke rendition of whatever’s playing, and Jin is now on the table to your complete and utter horror.
“Okay, Jungkook, you sit here with Namjoon and Yoongi, alright?” You quickly free yourself from Jungkook’s grasps amidst his whining and refusal, dumping him on the couch, before running over to Jin. The last thing you want is someone suffering from a concussion because he couldn’t keep his balance on a three foot tall table.
“Jin, how about you get off of there? I can make pizza rolls and grilled cheese if you sit down and stay still,” you coax, tugging on his sleeve. At the mention of food, his eyes light up, and Jin complies to your request, sliding off the table top immediately. He sits down primly in one of the chairs, hands folded neatly in his lap.
Sighing in relief, you walk to the refrigerator and take out the pizza rolls from the freezer section. Placing them on a tray quickly and into the oven, you turn on the machine and set the timer. Then, you pull out the bread and cheddar cheese along with Jin’s prized panini maker—that is no way in compliance with the dorm rules but no one really cares, especially if you can bribe the resident assistant with restaurant quality sandwiches—before stacking up the ingredients and pressing them down between the hot iron.
“Okay, Jin, it’ll be done very soon,” you turn to face him, and he nods happily, humming to himself. He almost seems like his sober self now, you muse. After settling Taehyung down, Jimin has somehow managed to herd off Hoseok into his room where the drunk boy passed out after mere seconds on his bed.
“Oh, thank goodness, you got him to stop. You’re a life savior, _______. I don’t know how Jin manages to watch after all of us every single time,” Jimin returns to the common room, breathing slightly heavily after having to force Hoseok to go to bed. “So there’s Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung, an—wait, where’s Jungkook?”
Your head snaps up as your eyes meet Jimin’s in panic. The two of you then scamper around, searching the two bathrooms and four shared dorm rooms. Your stomach drops when Jungkook is nowhere to be found.
“Oh, god, where did he go?” You want to tear your hair out in frustration after ten minutes of frantic searching.
“Did he leave the dorm?” Jimin asks incredulously, running his hand through his hair absentmindedly.
You open your mouth to reply when the telltale beep of the door being unlocked is heard. Your eyes and Jimin’s are locked onto the entrance when Jungkook nonchalantly enters, holding a—is that a rose bush?
“Oh my god, don’t leave the dorm without telling anybody, Jungkook!” you exclaim, rushing over to him.
“I didn’t! I told Yoongi!” Jungkook protests, and you glance over at Yoongi, who merely gives you a dead look.
“Anyway, what are you doing with a rose bush?” Jimin cuts in, staring in disbelief at the uprooted plant in Jungkook’s grasp.
“I couldn’t get my poodle woodle baby cakes a rose before so I got her one now,” Jungkook explains matter-of-factly, presenting the bush to you. Jimin chokes and splutters at the sound of Jungkook’s latest hypocoristic for you, and you pointedly ignore him.
“Where did you even get the bush?” you ask incredulously, staring at the plant in our hands, dirt still clinging to its roots.
“Somewhere on campus.” He waves his hand around vaguely before beaming at you happily.
“Did you just rip out a plant from the courtyard? That’s hilarious!” Taehyung howls before hiccupping slightly and giving Jungkook a very uncoordinated high five. “You just ruined our university’s status as best campus landscape in the nation!”
You are half impressed, half horrified and okay, you’ll admit, somewhat moved, by the feat Jungkook just pulled.
“This is very touching and all, but is my sandwich done?” Jin interrupts as the timer goes off simultaneously.
“Yes, here’s your food, you demanding princess,” Jimin sighs, taking out the sandwich and placing it in front of Jin, who munches on it contentedly. He then stomps over to the oven, pulling out the tray of pizza rolls and hurriedly putting them on a plate all the while frantically shooing Taehyung away from sticking his hand on the hot metal. Still unsure what to do with the plant in your hands, you start to set it down on the table when you are pulled back hastily. Jungkook clings onto you once again, resting his head on your shoulder.
“I’m tired, my lovey dovey pookie bear,” Jungkook mumbles, slowly nodding off as he struggles to keep his eyes open.
“Maybe you should sing your wittle baby cakes poodle bear to sleep,” Jimin snickers, and Taehyung unhelpfully makes kissy faces at the two of you.
“Oh, fuck off, Jimin.” You show him the universal hand gesture that goes with it, but that only causes him to laugh even more.
“Let’s get you to bed, Jungkook.” You gently tug your boyfriend towards his shared room with Taehyung, ignoring the groans and whines of Jimin as he is left to watch over the remaining intoxicated boys.
You help Jungkook onto his bed, making sure he is able to sit without toppling over. After walking over to his desk and placing the rose bush carefully on its surface, you turn back around to face your boyfriend. By some miracle, he has somehow managed to kick off his jeans by himself and is now sprawled out on the mattress, seemingly out cold.
You cannot help but smile softly to yourself before leaning down and placing a light kiss on his forehead. “Good night, Jungkook.”
But with a small yelp, you are pulled onto the bed and laying on your boyfriend’s chest as he tightens his arms around you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek lightly.
“Stay,” he murmurs, and your heart melts and you find yourself complying with his request, relaxing in his embrace. Drifting off to sleep with the lull of his heartbeat, you barely hear his soft whisper.
“I love you, my snugglewuggle love bug.”
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When Jungkook wakes up the next morning, his brain registers only two things. First off, it feels like a herd of rhinoceros is stampeding around in his head along with a battering ram, several elephants, a flock of squawking parrots along with the rest of the whole damn zoo.
Secondly, there is an angel sleeping next to him.
Despite the pounding headache, he cannot help but admire your stunning profile. Your fluttering, dark eyelashes rest on your rosy cheeks with your tangled hair spread out on the pillow like a halo as small puffs of air escape between your rose hued lips. Jungkook reaches out and gently strokes back the strands of hair that cover your face. He feels somewhat guilty when you start to shift in your sleep and then open your eyes. You sleepily smile at him before yawning and covering your mouth with your hand.
“Good morning to my honey bunny chunkie wunkie,” you tease, smirking at him, and he lets out a noise of embarrassment, shielding his face with his hand and unable to look at you directly in the eye.
“What’s wrong? You called yourself that last night,” you giggle, poking your boyfriend’s cheek playfully.
“Please don’t ever mention that cringey name again,” Jungkook moans, dramatically throwing his arms over his head, and you only laugh harder. He refuses to meet your eyes, pointedly looking the other way before finally noticing the rather conspicuous, uprooted plant in his room.
“Hey, why is there a bush on my desk?”
Your lips curl into a teasing smile, and you grab your phone from the windowsill, unlocking it to pull up the video you took of last night. The laughter that bubbles out from your throat already has him groaning and dreading the next words he will hear.
“Oh, well, funny story…”
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randomotakugirl · 7 years
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Rain-fuks are falling on my head
A Hellbent/Dolan/Nixxiom fanfic and my @hotdogmandy and I. Enjoy reading this piece of garbage. 
Reader Advisory Warning: This fanfic contains suggestive themes and subject matter, to avoid any misunderstanding of the content featured in this fanfic, if you are easily offended by mature content please refrain from reading. As another side note, we do not own any for the characters mentioned in this fanfic, they are property of Danger Dolan, and their respected characters, this fanfic was made for fun, so enjoy it.
Rain-Fuks R Falling on my head
BY: SUUUUUUUPPPPP SUP SUP SUP SUPPER
It was a beautiful morning….NO! Scratch that shit! It was raining fucking frogs and toads, man!, everywhere you look!! While all that crap was happening, Nixxiom was outside in the smoking garden, and he was fucking singing in that downpour. “Sup-pa-rol~Sup pa rol~ Suuuup- paaaaaaaa- rooooool~”
25 Minutes, of chaos and the sound of horrible singing, later~~
Inside the office, Hellbent and Dolan were already making out like the savages they are. MLG MAN. After Nixxiom finished his song, he returned inside by ramming into the door, with the full force of his body, knocking the door onto the ground like the salvage he is, but instead of the door making a loud bang, it slowly drifted to the ground like a falling leaf. As he walked away, the whole door frame fell forward causing the doorway to be blocked. Humming his little song of “Sup-pa-rol” to himself, he walked by the main office, overhearing Melissa and Doopie lecturing Hellbent about what happened outside. Not wanting to walk into the conversation, he turned into a ninja and hid into the shadows. Slowly creeping up like an assassin, he eavesdrop like the MLG he is.
“Why couldn’t you just call an Exterminator just like we said, Hellbent! Now we have to deal with these frog-fuckers!” Melissa yelled.
“Summoning them is way better than wasting money on a person. MAGIC IS FUCKING MAGICAL, WHY CANT YOU UNDERSTAND.” Hellbent replied back, his arms going all squiggly like noodles.
“He’s right, Melissa, besides, Dolan used all of our money on the Eiffle tower of paper clips.” Doopie said, tying her arms together. Nixxiom started to chant “sup” out of nowhere, as he slowly slide to the trio
Hellbent couldn’t take this anymore. “WELL FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT!” Hellbent says as he changed into a racecar (Transformers sound effect) and zoomed out of there. “ZOOM ZOOM MOTHERFUCKERS” Hellbent yelled as one of the race car's door windows opens and Hellbent hand comes out with his middle figure aiming up in the air, like the savage he is. Out in the distance, Pringle just explode for no reason, as he saw Hellbent drive passed him, his exhaust shooting out rainbows and uni-dragons. Melissa and Doopie stood there with faces of the lost, as Nixxiom continued to do his chants, excepted it was  bit more as if he was trying to summon something. With a shrug, seeing Doopie and Melissa are statues now, Nixxiom went on his merry way, skipping away, with small chants of sup as he went to the break room in the speed of a racing tortoise.
Nixxiom then proceed to breaking down the door with a smile on his face.
“HEY OH SUPPY YO WHAT IS THE SUP UP PEEPS” Nixxiom smiled, dabbing and doing a breakdance in the room. Looking up, he saw dolan and Hellbent in snake positions.
“WAT TEH FUK NIXXIOM, Y U GO BREKIN’ DOWRS NAW?” Pringle said before blowing up again. Nixxiom gasped and yelled “WHY COULDN’T IT BEEN MEH! SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!” Meanwhile, Dolan and Hellbent had shounen eyes, looking deep into their eyes, like tunnel drills. Hellbent then started cuddling up with Dolan, like happy fries drenched in ketchup, looking back into Dolan’s eyes. “Dolan…” Hellent said. “Hellbent” Dolan replied. “Dolan” “Hellbent” “Dolan” “Hellbent” “NIXXIOM~!” Nixxiom yelled out, coming in between them as they were about to kiss., which instead, kiss Nixxiom cheeks. “OH HOT YEAH SUPPYS! LET GET THIS ON SUPPERS!” Nixxiom yelled out, grabbing both of their asses, as Hellbent caught on fire due to anger. Melissa came in to get something, only to see the start of a war. “Fuck this shit I’m out… Fuck this shit I’m out” She says calming, her hands in the air as she slowly backed herself out of some gay porn. Hellbent on the other hand, turned super sayian out of anger and proceed to drop kick Nixxiom, only to hit Dolan straight in the abdomen, who was just standing there like a crossed eyed statue.
“NO MI AMOUR!” Hellbent said as he rushed to his lovers side, still in his super saiyan mode.
“H-Hellbent...I...i-” Dolan Muttered before getting cut-off by Nixxiom.
“YO SUP, HELLBENT YOU MUST BE TURNED ON LIKE A 9000 degree OVEN, HOT SUPPY MAN, IT BE SEXY AS H-E-L-L B-E-N-T-I-N-G.”
“WHAT THE FUCK NIXXIOM, DOLAN IS DYING HERE AND ALL YOU DO IS JUST FLIRT?!” Hellbent yelled, as his eyes were on fire!
“But Hellbent, Dolan was just cold as ice towards me~ With you, he can be a fiery passion! We need THE PASSION SUPS SUPS AND THE SUPPER SUPS SUPPITY SUPS!” Nixxiom said, turning into a spaceship, with hundred of arms waving everywhere like tentacles. Dolan slowly looked over Hellbent, whispering his name. “Mi AMOUR! Don’t move.” Hellbent said, cradling his lover (you gotta do what he says) “Hellbent…..GO KICK HIS FUCKING ARSE TO THE GROUND! SHOW HIM THE TRUE POWER OF A MAGICAL GIRL!” Dolan yelled, doing a backflip to the sky. Hellbent pushed a button on his Dolan watch and yelled out “IN THE POWER OF MI AMOUR, i WILL STOP YOU!” The transformation started to begin, Hellbent’s suit started to turn into a sailor magical uniform (kill-LA-KILL), with Fiery rain-bows, and a sword of Hell’s Kitchen, held by the fiery chef himself. Standing there simply mesmerized, by Hellbent’s gorgeous transformation, it is, HELL-BENTS, the magical warrior of space hell! Holding up his sword, he yelled,
“Tenta-Nixxiom! In the name of mi amour, I WILL STOP YOU!”
At that moment Nixxiom suddenly changed into a ravening tentacle monster with a pitch black cloak with squirming tentacles coming out, the only thing that made him look like Nixxiom was his face, sticking out of the pitch black cloak, smiling a disturbing grin. (imperial march)
“YOU ALREADY SAID THAT!” Pringle said, only to be taken away by the tentacles before he could blow up again.
“WELL FUCK THERE GOES THAT JOKE AGAIN” Dolan yelled, faceplanting TO THE GROUND. Hellbent started to fly towards to Tenta-Nixxiom, rainbows coming out of his tail. Nixxiom began to charge up his lasers. “SUUUUUU-UUUUUUP!” Nixxiom yelled, shooting out the lasers of shadows. Hellbent just dodge in time, readying his sword. “HAAAA YAAAA HYAA!” Hellbent yelled, as he start to fire hell’s flame out of his sword towards the Tenta-Nixxiom. ‘BLLLLLOOOOOORRRRGGGHHH- SUUUUUUUPPPERR AAAH SUPPPPSSSSSS” Tenta-Nixxiom said, his tentacles going all over the place until he fell to the ground, ded. Hellbent turned back to normal as he ran to Dolan’s side. “I did it, mi amour, I save the building… “Hellbent softly said, caressing Dolan’s cheek. “Thank you….Hellbent….” Dolan, replied, closing his eyes and smiled…
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“ANNND CUT!”
Doopie said, with a smile on her face, looking at the mess in the break room. “The anime will be a hit now!” Doopie examined, as Hellbent sigh.
“Fuck man, that was weird to do..” Hellbent said, taking out a smoke, sighing a bit.
“Yeah, that was weird, who on earth wrote this again?” Dolan replied, shaking his head.
With a grunt, pulling himself out of a pile of garbage, Nixxiom replied, “Uh I don’t know, probably two college girls? I don’t even know… this is already creepy and weird as fuck.”
“AAAAHHHH GET ‘EM OFF MEEEEE!” Pringle yelled, getting out of a tangle of slimy black tentacles.
“Soo.. How did we got Pringle to blow up again?” Melissa asked, as Doopie smiled. “WITH SPECIAL EFFECTS OF COURSE!” The group of friends sighed, looking back of the title of the script that was sent to them.
“Let’s not do this ever again.” Dolan said,
“Agreed” the group replied and the whole group left the break room. Besides Nixxiom who stayed behind, standing there still reminiscing about Hellbent in  that kinky armor.
“Hehehe He was SUPer hot though…” Nixxiom said to himself before Falcon kicking down the break room door… again… and waltzing out into the hallway, looking all triumphant and proud, then tripping and falling on his face.
THE END
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yo
1. selfie (no can do, i honestly am too lazy and i have no clue how to add photos into these lel)
2. what would you name your future kids? Skylark, Silver, Thorn, Pas
3. do you miss anyone? yes
4. what are you looking forward to? waking up to a S.O that loves me, a house that we both love, a job I love, income I can live off comfortably, and the only source of stress I have is if something isnt routine
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? @artbeetle hands down
6. is it hard for you to get over someone? yeah
7. what was your life like last year? happier
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? nope
9. who did you last see in person? Aleksi
10. are you good at hiding your feelings? nope. I’m an open book.
11. are you listening to music right now? yeah, the beauty and the beast soundtrack Evermore lol
12. what is something you want right now? a million dollars would be nice
13. how do you feel right now? groggy and i have a stomach ache from last night so not feeling 100% right now
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? a long time now that i think about it. i guess thats my fault since i’ve been avoiding hugs because i’m still worried people think of me as the “wheres my hug?” guy from middle school lol
15. personality description: a steaming pile of bile tbh. loud when I’m trying too hard to be friends with you, cuss like a trucker, quiet when youre in the innermost circle of friends. i make a lot of jokes that cross lines and unless someones seriously offended and says something I don’t stop.
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? yes
17. opinion on insecurities. go ahead and have them, just don’t let them become permanent. you only have so much time in this world and youre going spend it worrying about other people who will forget everything in like 10 years max? like no one really cares if you tripped on nothing that one time. sure they’ll laugh but realistically theyll laugh for about 15 minutes then forget it completely by the next 3 days.
18. do you miss how thing were a year ago? yeah
19. have you ever been to New York? nope. dont plan to.
20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Lie To Me George Nozuka
21. age and birthday? 21, may 17
22. description of crush. she’s reliable, comforting, pleasant to be with, gives off an air of happiness and contentment, easy on the eyes and knows how to keep the flow of conversations or mood going. She can be spontaneous or mysterious when she wants to. She warms my heart with her smile and I will never forget the little thing her cheeks do when she does smile.  
23. fear(s) death. thats it. 
24. height 5 foot 6 i think. i may have grown to 5 foot 7 haven’t measured in a while. wish i grew more tho
25. role model my friend William lol he is goals.
26. idol(s) I don’t really keep track of any celebrities so none really.
27. things i hate. 3 people i hate specifically, uhhhh break ups, my dad, some “friends”, when apologies arent enough( otherwise whats the point of having the word exist), when I take a joke too far and it hurts a relationship I like, when i stub my toes or bang my fingers on something, when friends snapchat me of a hangout I wasn’t invited or even told about when the whole group is there, when people are at a dance and everyone forms that dance circle for random people to go in and dance their heart out then someone busts out breakdancing in a crowd thats literally the worst group of dancers( like seriously i dare you to watch that shit. unless someone has some serious balls no one will go in the circle after that for a whole 5-10 minutes because no one can follow that up. like thats fine if youre in a group of other really good dancers or break dancers but like come on man. thats like having a seasoned and grown ass michael jordan in your middle school basketball game. )
28. i’ll love you if… you make me a handmade gift, you tell me you were thinking of me, you give me a lot of attention lol, you share your food with me, you try some of my favourite games or watch my favourite animes with me, we end up saying the same shit at the same time, do crazy shit with me, ride rollercoasters with me, if youre cold or something and you need to borrow my jacket or sweater i will gladly lend it to you unless its like - 30 then we share lol, if you rant to me or vent to me. if you keep the conversation going unless you know im in a bad mood or something serious happened
29. favourite film(s) Treasure planet. thats it. 
30. favourite tv show(s) Spider riders? di gata defenders, samurai jack, martin mystery, totally spies, jacob two two, team galaxy, ben 10 ( only up to ultimate alien and alien force, the rest sucked), code lyoko, master chef, chopped, medabots, gundam seed, the weekenders, code name kids next door, uhh theres probably like 30 other ones but nothing else i can remember off the top of my head.
31. 3 random facts I have a bottle of taro flavoured gin sitting beside my desk, I have reading glasses, I like the feeling of cleaning my ears with cotton swabs
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? guys. although in highschool it was girls
33. something you want to learn? the italian, korean, and japanese language. maybe russian. I want to learn how to juggle and do card tricks, I want to learn everything about my friends, I want to learn how to profile someone and deduce things sherlock style. I also want to learn more about volleyball tbh
34. most embarrassing moment. I pooped my pants while at a friends 6th birthday and my brother had to help me
35. favourite subject. English. I like poetry the most
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? To be in a rowboat in Venice Italy with my significant other under the moonlight and right as we’re about to kiss, fireworks go off in the distance. to be a world renowned psychologist/psychiatrist but working in my old high school trying to help people who are bound to do the same dumb ass shit I did. to wini the lottery or just raise enough money off a really good paying job i like to send my parents back home to philippines like they dreamed. 
37. favourite actor/actress. Mary Elizabeth Winstead or Ellen Page
38. favourite comedian(s) Gabriel iglesias, christopher titus, bo burnham
39. favourite sport(s) volleyball, i dont play many others
40. favourite memory: that one day at cap ex. “ what about this ship?” “ well, we’ll see where it takes us”
41. relationship status pringle.
42. favourite book(s) perks of being a wallflower, eleanor and park, Somebody up there hates you, nick and norah’s infinite playlist, an abundance of katherines
43. favourite song ever Pocket full of dreams by hedley
44. age you get mistaken for: no one guesses my age
45. how you found out about your idol: i met him lol hes my friend’s boyfriend
46. what my last text message says “ like I don’t want to get out of bed”
47. turn ons:  Short hair, freckles, dimples, tits that fit perfectly in my hand or bigger is cool too, into kinky shit, still makes jokes even in sex( not all the time though), likes passionate aggressive sex, tom boyish, asian, very physically touchy/clingy, smells nice, soft skin, tongue when kissing, knows how to dirty talk or sound seductive.
48. turn offs: smells bad(breath or body odor), those dirty white people dreadlocks, being like professional body builder ripped levels, and sure fuck it I’ll say it; being extremely overweight. 
49. where i want to be right now, Venice Italy
50. favourite picture of your idol again, can’t do photos. too dumb
51. starsign Taurus
52. something i’m talented at , guessing a pokemon after hearing its cry only applicable to the first 2-3 generations
53. 5 things that make me happy. friends, food, sleep, money, video games
54. something thats worrying me at the moment. my future and how dark it is
55. tumblr friends I dont have many and the ones i do have i don’t know if i should tag on here
56. favourite food(s) bbq ribs, pulled pork, pizza, bimbimbap, filipino bbq skewers, tosino, lechon kawale, lechon adobo, insemada(not sure how to spell that), pasta, and curry
57. favourite animal(s) cats
58. description of my best friend, hes asian
59. why i joined tumblr, my friend kept using inside jokes and memes from tumblr so i got curious
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