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This chapter is for fandoms that get mentioned in this specific fic, and who knows them

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Writers:

Cherio (no pronouns)

Salt (She/Her)

Eggs (He/They)

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Enstars (Cherio, Eggs has watched the anime) Chapters: 2, 4, 7 (x twst), 21 (& mxtx), 22 (x pokemon), 26 (x twst fem!)

Twisted Wonderland (Cherio read all current EN books, Salt needs to pass the prologue, Eggs is at Book 6) Chapters: 5, 7 (x enstars), 10 (& oc), 12 (& fnaf), 13, 16 (& fnaf), 19 (& miku), 23 (setting in FO:NV), 24, 25, 26 (x enstars fem!), 28, 29 (& oc), 

Inanimate Objects as OCs (Not an actual fandom, we're just insane) Chapter 3

Social Media (Salt is the one that starts these /lh /nm) Chapters 6, 8

BSD (Salt and Cherio watched the anime, Eggs read up to Book 3) Chapters 11 (x twst), 18 (x mc steve), 

Cookie Run Kingdom (we've all played) Chapter 9 (x real person)

FNAF (Everyone but Cherio joined the hype late and really has no clue but does anyone?? Chapters 12 (& twst), 14 (x genshin), 16 (& twst), 20 (x fnaf)

MXTX (Just Cherio, everyone else is clueless) Chapters 21 (& twst)

Genshin (All played) Chapters 14 (x fnaf), 17 (x jjk), 20 (x fnaf)

Pokemon (Just Cherio) Chapters 22 (x twst)

Evillious Chronicles (Salt, other 2 know bits and pieces) Chapter 27

misc: 15 argenti x qifrey, 30 sayaka x kyoko

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ibara saegusa, yuzuru fushimi

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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In an empty room, a singular lightbulb flickers above Ibara. His hands are chained to the floor with a chain long enough to meander comfortably. A very, very strange circumstance. However, he knows exactly who's behind this. 

Ever the schemer, he analyzes his surroundings and notes everything in his possession. His clothes, the cuffs, his glasses, and nothing else. He can't feel the weight of his phone or keys. 

No matter, he's been in worse situations.

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Suddenly, someone twisted the doorknob and opened the door, the small gap doing little to define who trapped him here. 

(Though it was unnecessary since he knew who it was. But it'd be nice to see his face, or see if he was visibly armed.)

"Looks like your in quite the pickle huh?" The voice behind the door teased.

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Yuzuru. 

“Are you here to finally get rid of me?” Ibara said trying to withhold the fear within his voice to not give him the satisfaction.

“Nope.” 

He promptly stuck a pumpkin over his head a[nd took a picture of him.]

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: watermelon, strawberries

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Two fruits walk into a bar . . . And can’t sit down obviously, they’re fruit-

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Instead, they roll in. Being a round fruit, watermelon leaned against strawberry, careful not to crush it. They stayed snuggled in the corner, watching the people stumble around and made dumb expressions. 

"What a way to spend the afternoon." Strawberry commented.

Watermelon agreed, "Here, with you, every time is a good time."

"Hehehe! What a flatterer, honeydew!"

Watermelon was silent. "H-honeydew..?"

Strawberry slowly turned to watermelon, realizing its mistake. "O-oh. My apologies... W-watermelon..."

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"What the fuck Strawberry?? Why'd you say Honeydew??" Watermelon felt themselves getting angrier.

"I-it was an honest mistake, I-I promise!! Please, calm down!!" Strawberry was slowly moving backwards.

"...Have you been cheating on me with HONEYDEW???" Watermelon could feel themselves inching towards Strawberry, so enraged to the point they felt like they'd burst.

"...y-yes." Strawberry looked down. "B-but! It was an honest mis-take, an accident, I-I-I promise! I'll always love you!"

Watermelon stood in front of them. 

"HOW DID YOU 'ACCIDENTLY' CHEAT ON M-" 

Before Watermelon could finish their sentence, they exploded.

Their flesh [splatered across the bar, and Strawberry, making quite the gruesome scene.]

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: nagisa ran, ibara (i forgot his last name)

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Ibara was sitting in his office eating his lunch with the other members of Eden (they insisted, said he was over working himself and they needed to hang out more) when he suddenly felt sluggish. It was getting harder to think, or even stay sitting up.

"Hey Viper, what's up with you?" Hiyori was staring at him.

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“Um, what?” Ibara saw Hiyori’s expression turned into worry as he sluggishly blink at him.

He tried to find the words to say that something was very wrong with him (Was it what he ate?). But he couldn’t open his mouth.

And unceremoniously dropped to the floor.

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"BAD, BAD WEATHER!!" Hiyori yelled, dropping to a kneel next to Ibara. Everyone else watched, confused. 

His mind raced with the cause. Was Ibara overworking himself? Was he putting on an act?? No, of course not... Ibara would *never* show this kind of weakness at *lunchtime*. Something was deeply wrong.

Hiyori stood up, hands on his hips and stared a Jun. "Jun-kun!-"

"On it, Ohii-san.." Jun sighed, checking over everything Ibara touched and his briefcase. All he found was his tablet, a laptop, and too many goddamn business cards. He cringed and shook his head.

Nagisa stood, blankly. "...Should I get an ambulance?"

Hiyori hummed, already getting into his role as a detective. *Should he find a magnifying glass? Maybe a hat? Ooh! Definitely a fashionable trenchcoat!*

Nagisa looked down at Ibara and at Jun and Hiyori. He pulled out his phone and looked up "ambulance".

He found a website with a nice looking ambulance from nearby. He placed an order and waited. He smiled, feeling good about his contribution.

A few minutes later, no ambulance showed up, but an email.

"Thank you for you purchase, Ran Nagisa! Your order will be shipped shortly!"

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: epel felmier, sebek zigvolt

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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It was hard to ignore the yelling from across the cafeteria. It was loud enough in here, but Sebek made it worse. In fact, he almost silenced the rest of the students. Epel knew it wasn't his intention (or, maybe it was. Sebek was always so hard to read) but *for the love of the seven*, could he shut up?? He only sighed, continuing to eat his apple. 

He couldn't feel too mad, though. One, it'd give him acne and Vil would have a conniption, and two, he was just as rowdy when he was in private. Though, that was trained out of him by Vil at this point. Still, he had his moments during practice when he could really let loose. 

He recalled a couple of months back when Sebek complimented his apple carving. He really enjoyed his boisterous praise then.

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He continued to eat his food and ignore what was happening around him. He eventually zoned out and his mind started to wander. Sebek. 

Even if he wanted to ignore it, he couldn’t help how jealous he was of him.

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(He fucking exploded I guess idk how to expand on this.)

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: tumblr, twitter

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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After the dust had settled between Tumblr and 4Chan, there really wasn’t much left to say. What could even be said? 

Sure they shared a couple good times together, but all things come to an end eventually.

Tumblr stayed relatively the same, ship wars, gore and porn spam in your DMs, anon hate. 

But then something changed when Twitter arrived.

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"Hey there (babygirl), what are you doing by your lonesome?" 

Twitter came up and clapped Tumblr on the shoulder.

"Ahh.. um.. hello to you as well twitter."

"I'm gonna head straight to the point. Wanna go on a date? Wherever you want." He smirked at him.

"..."

Tumblr thought on this. He knew (everyone knew) that Twitter was kinda insane.. but so was 4Chan. And he himself was on the crazier side 

"[F]uck it"

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They headed to the club.

Tumblr started second-guessing himself. *Tumblr, this was a horrible idea. First, 4chan, next Twitter?? Dearest pantheon above, who was next?? Himself??* Still, he carried on. Too much of a bitch to back out now.

He slowly became more resolute in ditching Twitter the longer they stood in line. Twitter flexed his bitcoins, PRs, and stocks. Tumblr couldn't care less. But, before he really left, they were inside. 

Twitter immediately grabbed his hand and grinned, dragging him to the bar. *Great, he was gonna have a fuck-ass hangover tomorrow.*

After they were sufficiently drunk, Twitter dragged him to the dance floor, almost tripping. Tumblr, however, caught him before he ate dirt. They laughed and Tumblr felt a surge of bravery. He lead a dance out onto the dance-floor, one of those proper ball-room dances. Everyone moved out of the way--or else theyd be collateral--in their stumbling.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: lilia, eichi

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Eichi was walking to the Seisoukan, tired after a long, long day. His illness didn't make it better. He felt like he'd fall over any minute, but persevered. Once he arrived in his dorm, he collapsed onto his bed, breathing heavily. He passed out before he could situate himself, eventually flopping off the edge.

IN his dream was a strange figure...

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A short man with a cloak on who was speaking to him, but somehow shared the same voice? This was surly some sleepless-night induced haze that would disappear by morning.

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Since he was here however, why not make the best of it? He was sure as hell lucid dreaming, but it wouldn't hurt now would it?

The man stuck out his hand. 

"The name's Lilia Vanrouge, might I ask for your name?"

"..Ahh."

Fuck it, why not? Not like this man would know him.

"Eichi, Eichi Tenshouin"

"You young people are quite stupid, huh? Have you never heard the fact that you should never give your name to a fae~?"

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: 4chan, tumblr

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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As 4Chan and Tumblr’s relationship continued there was a growing sentiment of disdain for both apps.

“Why are we associating with those SJWs??”

“I don’t understand how you guys can stand besides such hateful, bigoted [people.]

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"We need to do something about it!! A riot, rebellion, boycott, something!!!" 

Soon people were spamming others, sending death threats, doxxing, hell, even bring fights to real life.

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People thought it couldn't get any lower, but it somehow did. 

Nobody knows who created it, but a real life virus was unleashed upon the world. It functioned with the same purpose as a computer virus—to steal data. This virus stole lives, private information, and never gave either back. Once it was stolen, there was no recollection. 

Tumblr and 4Chan watched chaos unfold beneath their place in the cloud. There was no setting aside differences and banding together, though. No, humanity was already gone. They stared in silence.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: espresso cookie, donald trump

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Donald strutted onto the black rock beach, in his neon orange speedos that blended into his skin. 

Onlookers parted like the red sea as Donald walked down to the ocean, fucked up hair flapping in the strong winds. Jaws were dropped upon gazing at his visage.

Espresso cookie, from the other end of the beach, lowered his sunglasses to check Donald out. He raised his cookie eyebrow.

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Espresso Cookie raised his hand, waving Donald Trump over to sit with him under his umbrella.

"How nice of you to make it, didn't think you'd be able to come, with how busy you always are."

Espresso laid on his blanket, one arm under his head and leg crossed over the other.

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Trump sighed. 

The work of a president was always under appreciated and dismissed. Such was the life of success and as they always say “them bitches just haters”.

Espresso had taught him that. He truly couldn’t be more appreciative of his . . . situationship? (It doesn’t count as cheating if it’s with a cookie!) He really couldn’t find anyone quite like him

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Under the moonlight, they snuggled. Espresso's oven heat gently warming Donald's cheek (Their love made Donald something of a poet). He had never felt this way before for any woman or child before. It was... Exhilarating. Yeah, that was a good word for it.

For now, they enjoyed each other before shit hit the fan.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: malleus, cherio

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Cherio ran up to the beach, wearing a classic Hawaiian dad T-shirt and some khaki shorts.

They ran down the steps and landed on the hot sand, and looked around for a tall boy with large horns.

As one could imagine, he wasn't hard to find.

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Cherio found Malleus, but anyone who knew him could tell something was wrong. 

They saw a strange residue on Malleus’s clothes. The work of a potion perhaps? But the answer was found out soon enough when-

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Cherio noticed the tears in the corner of his eye. They rushed over and hugged him, gently patting his head. "There, there, little one..."

Malleus tensed before a flurry of recognition passed behind his eyes. His tears grew larger and they fell down his cheek, onto his dress-shirt. "What.. What happened to you?" He mumbled.

"Nothing I can say."

He nodded and let the question go. He only asked to be polite, but he never cared about the past less than in this moment. 

His patient hope was finally rewarded. They were reunited once again.

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Malleus hesitated before reaching out his arms. 

"...Do you mind if we hug?"

Cherio smiled at the boy, then tackled him with the biggest hug manageable.

Malleus put his head into the crook of their neck, his shoulder shaking yet."

Cherio noticed and put a hand onto the boys head, moving it in soothing motions.

"Please don't cry again, I'm alright, your alright, and everything will be okay."

"..Promise?"

"Promise."

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ranpo edogawa, lilia

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Ranpo woke up in strange, unknown and place. He was almost sure it was the work of an ability. But how could someone’s ability construct such an intricate world of it’s own? 

He felt challenged. 

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Ranpo strolled along a white-brick road, surrounded by European architecture in dark, dark colors. Strange.. Could be a Poe creation, but he doubted it. 

A little ways away was a well smack dab in the middle of this courtyard. Even stranger. Behind him was an apple tree with a few juicy fruits dangling low. He walked over and plucked one, examining it. He bit into it, the juice almost running down his chin. Weird.

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Lilia popped out of the tree Ranpo was at, hanging upside down, legs holding onto a branch.

"Hello there little human!! What bring you to my humble tree?" Lilia looked the boy up and down.

"Ah- um, hello there sir!" Ranpo lifted his hand in greeting. "You have a wonderful tree sir!! Very prosperous. I was just looking around the area when this well and tree caught my eye."

"Oh, my well?"

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“Yeah, it looked rather . . . intriguing to say the least.” Ranpo said

Maybe this well was the key to getting out of this ability user’s manifested world. And obvious sad lack of friends. Extremely plain to see by how every character you interact with is almost guaranteed to befriend you. 

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: william afton, malleus draconia

WRITERS: cherio , eggs , ducki

Having such good hearing, Malleus overheard the most peculiar of things. Today, he heard many utterings of a "fnaf" and "freddys". Very strange... It must be a human tradition, right?

To investigate further, Malleus stood outside the Child of Man's dilapidated abode, admiring its decay before knocking on the door.

"Yes, Tsunotarou?" They called, peeking out the door. He could hear Grim's claws on the creaky hardwood.

"What is 'fnaf' and why is everyone talking about it?"

They stared at him, wide eyed. "Um..." they smirked. "how about i show you?"

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"...Ah, alright. I don't have any reason not to join." 

The Child of Man opened the door, and Malleus stepped in, looking around the dorm. It was a lot cleaner than he thought it'd be, for being abandoned for so long. The Child of Man cleaned up well.

"Come sit here!" Yuu patted the seat next to them, holding a strange device in their hand, facing towards a television. 

Malleus just hope he didn't break anythi[ng]

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Unfortunately, a large vase had shattered and William held back a sob.

"That was important to me..." He went over to pick up the pieces. Malleus didn't know what to do!

"Fuck, man, I'm sorry..."

William sighed and slowly started gluing the pieces back together. "It's alright, it's like a puzzle, you know? There's a certain order you gotta do it." He sat down on the floor, gently gluing the pieces back together.

Malleus was terrified. The way that William just calmly gluing it back together. Who knew if he would get his bones picked apart next??? The orderly fashion in the way William put it together, the way his hands clicked against the pieces...

Malleus

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: riddle rosehearts, floyd leech

WRITERS: eggs, salty, cherio

(Happy Birthday Riddle 🥺🥺🥺)

 "Floyd Leech I swear on the Queen of Hearts herself if you slam me into a wall again-" 

"Relaxxx Goldfishie!!! We're almost there!!" Floyd patted Riddle on his head. 

"You've said that ten times already!! Where in Twisted Wonderland are we going?"

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Floyd smirked. He’ll never know what hit him.

It’s a once in a life experience he couldn’t forget, and Riddle could afford let loose in a while.

“I’m taking you to the human dimension to hear a little band know as My Chemical Romance”

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"My... My chemical romance??" Riddle raised his eyebrow. 

"Yeah!! You'll love it!!" He yanked on Riddle's hand and dragged him through the portal before he could protest. 

Stepping through, he was greeted by cheering fans and... a man on stage with a flame thrower and a cheerleading outfit??? Riddle was appalled, but Floyd raised his hand and made him dance along in a silly-fashion. 

Flustered, he went along with it. His ears weren't used to the roaring of the guitars and drums, but, after a while, he got into it. And the songs weren't half bad either. 

It was basically midnight by the time they got back and Riddle collapsed into his bed, his ears ringing and eyes sleepy. 

That day was a blur, but, by god, was it fun.

Maybe... He wouldn't mind another one.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: michal afton, baizhu

WRITERS: salty, ducki, eggs

It was a long day of work for Michael Afton. After getting his guts rearranged and stuffed back into what he could only call a skin suit, it was a pretty rough day.

But suddenly he met someone who could (somehow) treat whatever was wrong with his skin to make him purple.

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Baizhu was his name, and he had the miracle treatment that Michael was searching for all this time. Hidden away in the corner of the city laid his clinic. Oddly enough, the fresh scent of pastries and pies coated the whole street, yet all the stores nearby were closed except for the one at the end.

Michael skeptically continued his walk, and the moment he opened the door to the so-called clinic, he was greeted by Baizhu sitting at the counter with an absurdly tall stack of pies off to the side.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of pies!" Michael exclaimed, comically pointing at the stack. The doctor nodded, and extended a hand for Michael to shake.

"Why of course. Come, let's get you the right pie."

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"What the fuck is pie gonna do??" 

"My pies are stuffed with all kinds of magic, if your willing to try. I.. can see you really need it. How about a discount! From 100 million mora to just 3 million!"

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: argenti, qifrey

WRITERS: ducki, cherio , salty

Argenti had been in this town too long. Perhaps it was time to leave, yeah? However, a poster for a witch's service was there for a limited time!!! What a steal, and for free too... He took down the information: Qifrey, 6546 Real Street. A ways away from the town, but that's what a man like Argenti would do, right? And so he set off, trying to see what fate had in store for him.

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He walked to the tower, finding a beautiful man standing at the door. He was caught staring, and the man smiled at him. He picked his jaw off the floor and looked around, pretending like he wasn't staring. "Oh, uh.... Nice place!.... Are you the uh... witch??"

The beautiful man stared at him, a small smile on his face. Argenti fully took in his surroundings *a "tower" collapsed and sprouting with fauna, bricks strewn everywhere. not very nice.*

"Yes, i am." he stated, flatly

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Argenti looked around before noticing something strange about the other man.

“There’s something off about you, that I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“What?” 

“Like you’re hiding some sort of secret you can’t let get spilled. Tell me what it is your hiding.”

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ace trappola, cinnamaroll

WRITERS: cherio , salty , eggs , cherio

Across the alley, Ace saw a short, white, rabbity-thing. He squinted his eyes, crossing his arms and looking down upon it. 

"I heard you've been talkin' shit, buster."

Cinnamaroll's glossy eyes stared back, vacant. The alley was silent without response.

Ace uncrossed his arms and scowled. "Oh, is that how this is? Too good to respond, are you!?"

Silence again. 

Suddenly, a faint whirring sound came from the white blob. Before him, Cinnamaroll cracked, its body bisected by freakish decomposing arms erupting from his head. Ace stared on in horror as evil British laughter resounded, echoing off the dingy brick alleyway they were cornered in.

"Ohohoho... AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!"

Cinnamoroll's furry skin hung from the corpse's heel and he flicked it off. 

Ace was pretrified in place, electric adrenaline freezing him to the ground. His opponent lumbered towards him, skin flaking off and muscles pulsing in agonizing movement.

His breath grew faster and faster, until he felt like he couldn't breathe any longer.

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Ace ran away from the back alley as quickly as he could, he tripped on a stray rock (Stupid rock!) but managed to catch himself before he could fully fall down to the concrete.

He wasn’t even sure how to comprehend what  had somehow just transpired. Some two-faced bunny-dog-thing was somehow an evil vessel for a murderous British man. 

And the way he peeled off that fur like it was some skin suit- ugh he was going to be sick. 

But before he could mull on that nausea, he felt a flakey, bloodied hand on his wrist.

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"Why are you running? Don't worry kid, this won't hurt much." 

The hand holding his wrist tighten, bones creaking. Another hand crept up his side, blood smearing on his shirt.

The creature wrapped his hand over his neck.

Fuck! He didn't want to die here- not like this! He should've kept running! 

Ace started squirming in the creatures hold, tears in his eyes. 

"P-please- don't kill me!" 

The creature only chuckled at his antics.

"Oh I love when they fight and beg! Your remnant will surely be devine. Why don't I play a little more with you?"

The hand on his neck moved onto his back- and then he felt his hand twist.

"AAAAAAAA!" 

Ace dropped to his knees, clutching his right hand with his left. Fuck it hurt bad! This bitch just broke his hand! He wishes he brought his magic pen, but chose to leave it back the dorms like an idiot. The Housewarden had even warned him to take it with him! Of course the one time he doesn't listen, he gets stuck with a psycho.

The hand on his back pushes him forward, hard, making his face slam on the concrete below. 

He gasps loudly, hearing something crack, and feeling blood rush down.

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He couldn't breathe, choking on his own bloody, broken nose. He breathed sharply through his mouth, trying to rationalize his own impending end. 

Panicked, he tried pushing himself up, only to crumple in agony at the piercing pain lighting up his nerves. He felt his bones almost cutting through his skin and wailed. William cackled above him, grip rough on the back of his head. His scalp seared, bony fingers practically indenting his skull.

Before Ace could plead, his head was smashed again and again and again against the concrete. His pain peaked and immediately dulled. No longer could a single thought appear in his mind. 

Eventually, he was dead. And William was finally satisfied. The exhilaration dying down, he almost reflected. Reflected on everything that brought him here. His son... His daughter... *His* daughter... But he felt no grief. Embitterment, elation, and nothing was all that was left. 

He wondered, staring down at Ace's mangled corpse--whose face was flattened into a lumpy, wet, red mess--if they felt the same.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: freminet, gojo satoru

WRITERS: eggs , cherio , salty , eggs

BOOM!! 

Freminet covered his ears and closed his eyes while the Statue of Focalors in front of the Palais Mermonia suddenly blew up.

How has this happened? He was just going to visit Ludex  Neuvilette on behalf of his siblings. 

After the explosion, he opened his eyes to smoke and fire surrounding the entrance of the Palais Mermonia. 

There were melusines and people in there! What should he do? People were going to die!

Suddenly, a loud this was heard on the right, as a white-haired man in a weird Inazuman school uniform landed and struck a pose.

"Fear not Fontainians!!! I will save you all with the power of friendship and love!!!" ♥️

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Freminet averted his eyes to the strange man's blindingly white hair. It was brighter than the explosions! And yet... So captivating... His eyes shifted back to the man who flipped onto the ground, walking around with his back straight and grin goofy. 

The man's gaze floated towards Freminet and he silently shrieked, instinctively hiding himself. The man strode towards him, polished heels clacking on the ground. He took Freminet's hands and held them up. "You, my good sir! You're in *dire* need of friendship, aren't you!"

Freminet's eyes widened. He said like a statement and not a question! He was borderline appalled, but the man continued. 

"Well, today's your lucky day! You get to hang out with the one and only Gojo Satoru!" He bowed dramatically and his voice lowered, making direct eye contact with Freminet, "All at your fingertips."

Freminet blinked, his eyes getting dry. *Who?? What?? Why!!*

"Gojo" stood up, "So, what say you," he smirked, "*friend?*"

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Freminet was . . . perplexed by that man in front of him but could admire his extroversion. And put a damper on the anxiety lingering on who this man exactly was?

He hesitated before saying “Where are we going?”

“We’re going to place my heart was broken.” Gojo said with fake tears in his eyes.

“What.”

“Where all of the hopes and dream of couples go to die.” He sighed continuing with his dramatics.

“. . .”

“Kid, you couldn’t guess it by now??”

“Fine, it takes all the fun out of the game but I’ll tell you.” He takes a dramatic pause.

“KFC”

Silence. Why did Freminet even bother. 

He was initially intrigued by the man, now he realizes he’s no better than a crazed homeless man. 

“Wait!” He paused after getting Freminet’s attention again. “If you let me vent about this I’ll buy you everything you want, all on me, deal?”

Freminet stared at him 

“Yes”

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"Okay so- I invited this one guy over, Geto, so we could go on a date at KFC. We've been in this situationship for quite a while now. I thought it was finally time to take the next step, y'know?" 

Gojo turned around to face Freminet, walking backwards with his arms moving around as he talked. 

"So we go there, sit down, order food, everything is going great. I'm gathering up the courage to finally ask him out when he stops eating and says 'We need to talk.'"

Freminet in all honesty couldn't give two shits, but he nods along.

"He then tells me we needed to stop seeing each other! He then got up, and left! He didn't even fucking pay!" 

Freminet sympathetically frowned. "That sure sounds like a bad situation." 

"...Can we get the food now?"

Gojo stared at the kid. He didn't give a fuck did he? Well, he didn't blame the kid. Free food is free food after all. 

"Yeah sure kid."

And off they went. Freminet quickly realized that Gojo had no fucking idea where KFC even was and quickly took the lead. 

Fremiet slowly opened the door, seeing that KFC was so packed that the line almost left the door.

He wasn't going to leave now! He was promised free food, and he's getting that food.

Freminet grabbed onto Gojo wrist and lightly tugged him into line.

"Are we seriously gonna wait in this long ass line kid? Who knows how long this'll take."

Freminet nodded and looked forward. He could do this! He just needed to think about the food, and NOT the people. The people... who were definitely staring at the tall man with white hair with a short blond teen.. fuck.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: chuuya, minecraft steve

WRITERS: salty , eggs , cherio , salty

Chuuya was have a surprisingly normal day, or as normal as you could get within the mafia. And to his own surprise and someone else’s amusement, (Was this another attempt at the gods trying to mock him?) he was stuck in an ability. 

Or at the very least what he hoped was one, because what else could describe whatever dimension of hell he had trapped himself in? Everything around him looked extremely . . flat to say the least. And although he didn’t physically feel any different, he could say he definitely did not (you-didn’t see-that) scream when looking at his hands. 

What the hell is wrong with this place? All the tree and animals are reduced to barebones cubes and rectangles, like a knock-off kids game. 

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take in wh

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"Hello there!!" A... man? with dark skin, flat hair, and blue armor came up to him, equally as geometric as the rest of this world.

"Welcome to this world! What is your goal for being here?" 

"I don't know why the #### I'm here! On my ONE normal day of ####### course I get stuck in some ######### ability!" Chuuya flung his blockly arms around in rage.

"Woah there, calm down! Why don't you come with me, and tell me what you were doing before this?" 

Chuuya stared. Who in the world did this guy think he was? Would he really go with this random ### guy? Hell, this could be his ability!

Chuuya stepped back, arms raised. 

"No ####### way! I ain't trusting a guy who oh so conveniently is offering me help in a place I've never been to! You could've AT LEAST  tried to be more stealthy!"

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"Woah, woah, buck-a-roo! Calm down a little!" The other man's cubical arms flailed rhythmically. Disturbingly.

"No! #### you and #### this place! I'm out of here!" Chuuya turned on his stubby legs and walked away, the dirt crunching behind him. "Not the worst place I've been teleported to." He muttered under his breath.

"Wait, please!" Steve reached out his hand towards Chuuya's back, watching him disappear as he approached the boundary of his limited render-distance. He thought to chase after him, but he was worried he'd be pummeled back to spawn. He was already so far from home...

No! This man needed help! He was going to do whatever he could to send him back home!

He modified an ender pearl to track Chuuya and followed closely behind. Chuuya had a nagging feeling he was being followed, but he knew he could handle it should push come to shove. Really, he should've leveled this world and murdered whoever stood in his way. That's what he did *last* ability he was trapped in and it worked well enough. 

But, yet... Something felt wrong. He couldn't just mindlessly murder innocents. That man he met, he wasn't just a two-dimensional background character to fill out the space, he was *real.* Maybe... Maybe as real as Chuuya...

As he walked further and further, night began to fall. And, with it, unfamiliar sounds...

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Chuuya tried to quickly make a base during nighttime to maybe sleep off the anxiety.

 He finished placing the door and placed a candle next to bed before laying on it and seeing a strange message. 

“You cannot sleep with mobs around”

What? He tossed and turned in the bed to make himself as comfortable as possible but the message kept popping up. 

What mobs? He didn’t hear anyone around his house other than . . . ?

Steve? That bastard again? He knew he should’ve gotten rid of him after hearing those ender pearls. 

He opened the slammed the door open and had his suspicions confirmed. Steve. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought we could maybe make up? I’m sorry.” He paused “We can share Minecraft beds together. . ?”

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: hatsune miku, idia shroud

WRITERS: cherio , salty , eggs , cherio

"Aaaand there! You're all set!" Miku put the finishing touches and posed excitedly. She turned Idia around, who was already turning pink, to look in the mirror. She had parted his hair into her signature twin-tails and they shimmered brilliantly. The flames parting and converging like strands in the wind. 

"U-uh... Thank you, Ms. Miku..."

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Idia stutter more than usual and for good reason too! He was next to his next to his idol, Hatsune Miku! He could barely contain his own excitement.

He had been a Miku super fan for years at this point rigorously clearing every song in Project Diva and eagerly awaiting Miku collabs with his credit card preregistered to the site.

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He quickly brought out his tablet and started typing. He wasn't about to lose aura points by stuttering to HATSUNE MIKU!!! 

"Hello! I've been a huge fan since your debut in 2007!! It's such an honor to meet you!!" 

He didn't even care that he sounded like a cringe virgin, this was a once in a life time opportunity!

"Miku is so honored!!" Miku cupped her hands around Idia's. Idia felt his face heat up from excitement and his hands got clammy.

"C-could you sign my t-tablet..?" He stuttered out.

"Of course!!" She removed her hands from his and spawned a pen. 

He stuck out his tablet and looked to the side. Ortho would be so proud!! He actually TALKED to his idol.

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His idol who was supposed to be a virtual girl! He wished Ortho could be here, but he wasn't going to disturb him. 

Once Miku finished signing his tablet, Idia spun it around to study it, pouring over all its little intricacies. 

"Thank you Ms. Miku!" He typed, "I'll never forget this moment!"

Miku laughed, clasping her hands together. "Miku is glad!"

After a while of chatting and some performances, Miku disappeared back into his computer. He was so going to brag about this to Muscle Red and Azul!! First, he wanted to frame the pictures they got on his wall along with her signature.

Late at night--more accurately, early dawn--he snuck out of his room and headed to the printing room. 

Considering Ignihyde's techimagic focus, they had boundless things for students to tinker with. That included printers. They had massive, industrial printers and even printers smaller than your fingernail. 

Despite the temptation for grandeur, he decided to print his pictures with a standard printer. He didn't want to see his face magnified to thirty feet.

He tried uploading the photos from his tablet, but the printer just kept saying it was out of order. No error code provided. He sighed and smacked it a couple times, triple checked the ink, and basically took it apart and reassembled it. Nothing worked. 

By the time he gave up, Ortho got him for class. He sighed and dragged his feet.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: baizhu, springtrap

WRITERS: eggs, cherio, salty, eggs

William walked around in the town of Liyue. He heard rumors from the black market that a guy was selling something that was able to cure all illnesses. 

If it was true, then he fucking needed it 30 years ago. 

The guys name was Baizhu, and by looking him up, it seems that he was a popular doctor.

As he located the doctors office, he smelt the scent of pastries in the air. Which was weird, since there were no bakery's near by... Oh well, someone maybe had a weird smelling candle.

He reached the building and opened the door, the smell of pastry hitting his face hard.

And in front of him, was Baizhu with a giant ass stack of pies next to his chair.

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Sitting on his table, legs crossed, was Dr. Baizhu, practically posing next to his pies. Before him was a decomposing man in a green--basically black--bunny suit. 

Baizhu sighed, hopping off his desk and patting the dust off his hands. "Well, what exactly do we have here?" He smiled. His snake whispered something in his ear, but Baizhu shooed it away.

"A winding tale, care to listen?" William asked, a hint of a smirk in his voice.

"If it's pertinent. Otherwise, how may I assist you?"

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Baizhu took a second glance at the man and an idea sprung (hah) into his head.

“Let me suggest something, since you clearly seem to be holding on to the last sliver of life you have left. Why don’t I take care of you?”

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Baizhu cupped his hands around William's, a warm smile on his face.

"I assure you, you will be greatly taken care of." He smiled at the man, hoping to convince him.

"...fine."

Baizhu let go of William's hand and waved at William to follow him.

"We shall discuss the care that you'll receive here, as well as sign paperwork!" 

Baizhu circled his desk and took a seat, grabbing the paperwork from a drawer.

William took a seat in front of him, an unsure frown on his face. 

"So, as you can see," Baizhi slipped the papers to William, "You'll receive food , clothes, and shelter if you join me. We also have physical therapy for those who need help with movement, and regular therapy for those who are traumatized. There's also a special care option, to get close and personal with someone if wanted, if you know what I mean~." 

William's face heated up slightly at the implications of his last words.

"Okay, this all seems fair.."

"Great! Then sign here, here here..." 

And so, William signed every page until the last one, detailing payment.

"Ah, how much will payment be?"

"100mil"

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: wei wuxian, riddle rosehearts

WRITERS: salty , eggs , cherio, salty

Riddle was walking down the hall dorms, checking if anyone was still asleep when he stumbled onto a . . . coffin? 

His initial thought was that it was another student who had been transferred but something about this coffin looked different?

He knew he shouldn’t touch it but he felt a compulsive urge to

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He took out his magical pen and held it in his left hand, and crept towards the coffin. He examined it, and it seems like there were no visible traps. 

He opened the coffin slowly, and mist started rolling out. One he got the lid off, he saw a man with long black hair and traditional outfit on, his arms crossed over his chest.

Riddle's eyes widen in shock as he stepped back. 

Oh Sevens, was there an actual dead man in Heartslabyul? He just opened the coffin to a dead man! He thought back to the Queen of Heart's rules, but there was nothing in the rules about what to do in this situation!

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After a few moments of mental deliberation, the body stretched and rose.

Wei Wuxian yawned, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. 

Riddle almost screamed, but quickly regained himself and cast his signature spell upon the reanimated corpse. "Off with you head!"

Wei Wuxian blinked and turned to Riddle. "Oh? That's new..." He touched the collar, unperturbed. 

"What are you?" Riddle asked, firmly. His pen pointed to Wei Wuxian, ready for any sudden movements. 

"Uuhhh.... A ferocious spirit!! Rahh!!" He joked, holding his hands in a "ferocious" pose.

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Riddle jumped back in surprise. He honestly wasn’t expecting that to take him so off guard.

He quickly blinked and that was the only thing he could do before a hot blinding pain overtook his body. Riddle felt his entire body’s pain for a split second but that was all it took to feel agony of burning alive. Inside and out.

The only physical evidence of Riddle (and the coffin) was the small pile of ash left behind in its wake.

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TITLE: Clemonts first week at school

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: vil schoenheit, clemont (pokemon)

WRITERS: cherio , eggs , cherio

Walking into NRC, Clemont was astounded. A pathway so long he could barely see the end of it leading to a towering gothic castle, decorated by gargoyles and grotesques alike. It was menacing and foreign to him. He adjusted quickly, setting his bag down at the foot of his new bed, glancing around at his similarly introverted peers. Clemont was probably the most outgoing here, what with his year-long adventure and status as a gym leader. He had interacted with many people in his time. Still, it wasn't a high bar. Now, he was all alone. No Bonnie to test his limits, no Ash to inspire courage.

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He let out a loud sigh. Would he be able to get through this school year? Hell, would he even be able to graduate? 

He didn't know. One thing he DID know was that he was starving. He has been so nervous getting ready, he hadn't been able to eat breakfast! And it was already 11am! 

He got up, made some final adjustments, and headed towards the kitchen area. (At least he hoped he'd get there.)

Thankfully, he found the kitchen! Without going insane! Or getting lost! Now all he needed to do was find something easy to eat and run back to him room.

He opened the fridge, looking through it. There were a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables great for those who might want to cook. He spotted a sandwich in the middle, and after seeing no name claim on it, he grabbed it and closed the door.

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Right as he turned around, a blond man with purple tips materialized in front of him, a stern expression on his face. He was so intensely pretty, Clemont felt the pre-emptive urge to scold Bonnie before she said something stupid.

Vil smiled sweetly, "Oh, thank you for fetching that for me," and grabbed the sandwich from his hand. Clemont let it happen, frozen, as he watched Vil strut away. After some trouble, he found something else to eat, but he kept thinking about that man..

The next few days blended together, getting used to the new school year and all the harsh expectations. He had been so carefree for so long he forgot what it was like...

Eventually, it was time to tour clubs. Clemont already wrote the sports clubs off. He had walked all through Kalos, but it wasn't pleasant.

TITLE: Joining a club

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: vil, clemont

WRITERS: cherio , eggs , cherio

No horseback club, no spell drive club, no basketball club, no mountaineering club, so what was left? There was the pop music club with its unwelcoming atmosphere and shrill singing that almost shattered his glasses. The board game club which seemed kind of fun, but he wanted to push himself a little! Sports didn't count. 

Then, he stumbled on the Film Studies club. Right in the middle of it was the pretty man from before.

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The man looked him up and down.

"Straighten your posture." 

He automatically moved, standing up straight, dazed.

"Good. Now tell me, are you here to join this club?" The man put his hands on his hips.

"Y-yes!" He was only just considering at first, but since the man runs this club, surely it wouldn't be so bad?

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"..Right. And what are your intentions?" Vil raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I don't want a punch of bad potatoes souring the batch."

"U-uh.." He cleared his throat. "Well, you study films, right?"

"And produce."

"Study and produce films--even better! I'm something of an inventor myself, and, uh, I'd love to work with you on set! You see, it's hard to will ideas for inventions, so, I figure, creative necessity will drive inno--"

"Enough--" He pressed his finger to Clemont's lips. Clemont flushed slightly. "--I've heard enough. Go over there and sign yourself up." He pointed at a boy with a clipboard and beamed, nodding and heading that way. 

Vil sighed, rubbing his temples. Why'd he have to have such a soft spot for nerds?

Most of the time, he could ignore it. They never approached him and he never approached them. The one nerd he had bi-weekly interactions with was rude on a good day and a tablet on bad days. It was, frankly, embarrassing. His image would plummet being caught with a nerd, yet... He couldn't say no.

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TITLE: Rescue turned transmigration 

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: azul ashengrotto, idia shroud

WRITERS: eggs , cherio , eggs

(Ghost Bride Event Plot twist 🙀🙀🙀)

Azul and his team featuring Lilia, Cater, and Deuce we're walking to NCR, he thought about the plan.

How likely would it be that one of them would woo the princess? Low chances, in all honesty. And how would Idia react to him trying to romance someone else? 

... He'd probably be super jealous, wouldn't he? He needed to think of another plan, and fast.

If he wouldn't seduce the princess.... he'd just have to go for Idia!

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Azul and his group blinked and appeared in a desert wasteland, punctuated by a rolling tumbleweed. Azul whipped around, shocked. Behind them was the same wasteland, NRC nowhere to be found. 

"Huh... Seems like we took a wrong turn.." Lilia said, fanning himself. He didn't seem to be faring well, with the harsh sun beating down on him. 

Beside them, a man in military gear passed by, muttering. "Ugh... Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter..."

Nuclear winter..? No! Azul had to think fast! He approached the man, decorated with a smile barely concealing his panic, "Hello fine sir! Where might this be..?"

"Uh, the Mojave..?" Seeing their continued confusion, he added, "Nevada?" Again, confusion, "America, or what's left of it."

Azul decided they're never going to understand. "Right, of course! My, this heat just confounds people, doesn't it?"

"Well, there's a Followers' tent down there if you need water." He gestured with his thumb south.

"Excellent! We'll be on our way!"

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What the fuck was a followers tent?? Hell, where the fuck are they??? Nevada, America?? He'd never heard of such places! And what in Twisted Wonderland (well, he wasn't exactly in Twisted Wonderland anymore, was he?) caused this place to be so hot! 

"Now now, don't panic! I know this is confusing, but let's head to this 'follwers' camp the kind sir mentioned, shall we?"

Lilia voice broke the silence in the group. He was definitely worse for wear, sweating bullets. He was also... not floating for some reason? 

"Cay-cay agrees! Let's move it before we end up cooked in this sun!" 

So, they all walked over to where the camp was. 

Oh Seven, he just wanted to save his boyfriend, was that so much to ask?

TITLE: Aw fuck, another kidnapping?

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: azul ashengrotto, idia shroud

WRITERS: eggs , cherio , eggs

They ended up finding a tent full with people, and hurried inside. 

Around them there were people who looked worse for wear, uncleaned and injured. Where in the world had they been transported to? 

They found an area with water bottles, grabbed some, and headed to a secluded corner.

"Does anyone know where we are?" Azul asked, fixing his glasses which had gone out of place midst his panic. 

"No idea! This place isn't very magicam-able :("

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Lilia hummed, "It's like nothing I've seen in my travels. Very... Destitute. Not as welcoming as the Sunset Savannah or Scalding Sands, though they have similarly unfriendly climates." He turned to Cater, "Do you even have your phone?"

Cater looked surprised and patted his pockets--nothing! "Wha- Lilia! Now's not the time for pranks!"

"Kehehe, sadly, it was not me who robbed your phone. I was going to, which is why I noticed it was absent."

They went back and forth amongst themselves, Deuce petrified. Azul wasn't paying any attention, rather, he was trying to overhear intel (Read: overthinking).

"Did you hear? Caesar kidnapped some weird super-mutant!"

"What the hell would Caesar want with an super-mutant?"

*"It's not just any mutant! His hair is literally fire!"

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What? Hair that was "literally" fire? Could Idia have been transported here too? 

He could never get a break, could he? First, a life threatening unwanted marriage, now being transported to this unknown strange place? AND being taken again? 

He went up to the group he was listening in to, plastering on a (hopefully) inviting smile.

"Hello there! I couldn't help but overhear your conversation! Would you mind elaborating on the situation your talking about?"

"What's it to you squirt?"

"Nothing much, just curious is all."

"... Well, not like it's hidden information.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: vil, malleus

WRITERS: cherio , eggs , cherio

How did this happen? Being cradled by Malleus?

Well, funny story--

Vil was in charge of this quarter's script since he was too busy to direct or even act. Besides, it was almost the end of the year, and he wanted to be done with school. He was going to write something and shove it into his junior's arms for them to figure out. He couldn't hold their hands the whole time.

Pacing on his balcony, Vil was imagining a scene. Something dramatic and dangerous—ala Romeo and Juliet. Maybe less tragic, though. And less romance since they were all men, and he didn't need any hubbub about his subject.

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Suddenly, he heard foot steps behind him. He turned around to see.. Malleus?! Malleus Draconica? What in the Queens name was he doing here?

"Ah, hello there Schoenheit."

"Hello to you as well, Draconia. Mind telling me why your here? And how your here? This is my dorm balcony after all."

"I was just out on a walk when I saw you pacing around, and thought I'd give you a visit."

"Well, I am quite busy right now, so if you wouldn't mind-"

"May I ask what's got you all worked up?"

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Vil glared at him, but remembered his place and stared out beneath his balcony instead. "I'm writing a script."

"Oh? A script? What for?"

"My club." What else would it be for?

Malleus smiled. "Ah, your club. I see.."

Damn Malleus and his charming smile.. Vil only grew more irritated.

"You know," Malleus stood next to him, overlooking the setting sun shoulder-to-shoulder, "Fae are known for their plays. Though, they've been mostly erased from man-kind's knowledge."

He spoke wistfully. "Once upon a time, Man and Fae exchanged culture. Nowadays, either are too afraid of the other to attempt so. And, so, our wonderful scripts were relegated to Briarland, exchanged only amongst those who remember."

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ace trapola, deuce spade

WRITERS: eggs , cherio , eggs

There was a knock on his door.

"Loosey-Deucey you in there?? It's time to head out for breakfast!!" Ace's voice was muffled through the door.

Deuce just groaned and rolled to his side, wrapping his blanket up around his shoulders and getting up with a sigh.

He opened his door up just enough to peak his head out.

"..I'm not feelin' too good.. I think I'm gonna stay in my room for today. Mind lettin' house warden know?"

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"Ugh, sure ya are! Quit makin' excuses and just come downstairs. I don't wanna fight about this so early in the morning!"

Deuce huffed, voice creaky and raspy. "Fuck off, Ace, I'm genuinely feeling bad. I don't want to deal with your shit!" He sniffled and slammed the door in his face. 

"Wha- Deuce! What the hell!" Ace rolled his eyes and opened the door, finding Deuce collapsed on his bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Ace tsked and sighed, shoving Deuce around to his protest. "Hey! Ace! Stop that--"

"Shaddup and let me move your heavy-ass! Quit being difficult."

Eventually, Ace shoved Deuce onto his bed properly, scowling the whole time. It would've been sweet without the bad attitude. 

"Just go back to bed, I'll tell Housewarden Riddle, okay?"

"Fine." He grumbled and turned over, trying to go back to sleep. He didn't have much luck being as congested as he was.

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Ace soon came back again, signaling his presence with a knock.

He quietly opened the door, balancing a tray on his arm.

"Hey Deuce, Riddle wanted me to give you some tea. Said it'd help ya' n all that."

Deuce didn't respond, just huddled up in his blanket even more.

Ace closed the door with his foot, walked over to the side of Deuce's bed, and put the tray down. 

"Alright ass-hat, mind turning my way? Gotta check your temperature. Can't have you dyin' by a fever of all things." 

Deuce turned towards Ace, glaring at him. 

"Not dyin'." He muttered.

"Yeah yeah, open up."

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: fem!malleus, fem!ibara

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Ibara, conniving as she is, decided to win Princess Malleus's affections. Every night, like clockwork, she appeared in front of various decrepit buildings. Most notably, she loitered around Ramshackle for around 2 hours. Heres, was where Ibara's plan begun.

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She asked herself the simple question, what are things Malleus would enjoy? Nothing too outgoing or it might scare her off. Something too low effort and it was care her away.

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Something too over the top and she would get overwhelmed. In the end, she decided she would just take a simple stroll with the princess, hoping to listen to her talk with wonder in her eyes.

Soon enough, Ibara heard the sound of fireflies and turned around to see the looming presence of Princess Malleus standing in front of her.

"Your Highness! How wonderful it is to see you! Are you out on a walk as well?"

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: banica conchita (meiko), carlos marlon (kaito)

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Banica was heading back to the dining room for another round of a delicious feast. No matter how delicious the last plate was it was never quite good enough. On her search for every food she doomed realized that no dish would every truly satiate her desire.

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She sat at the end of the dining table, back straight and a smile on her face.

It's not too long before Carlos brought out a rolling cart stuffed with delicious food, and set it all on the table.

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She slowly turned her gaze to Carlos, smiling. Carlos returned the smile, a little forced, and sat her plates in front of her.

As Carlos walked away, he felt a chill up his spine and he knew..

Still, he went back to the kitchen with shaky hands dicing onions and peppers. His eyes watered and he stepped back for a moment, bumping into Ms. Conchita. 

He felt cool steel enter his back, the wound erupting in flames. He breathed heavily, smiling weakly at her.

*"Thank you for your service."*

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: azul ashengrotto, idia shroud

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Azul rowed their boat forward, Idia looking around at their surroundings. 

Azul had invited Idia out for a ride in the lagoon, hoping to make idia feel a bit better about his situation.

He has gotten into a silly deal with Azul over a board game and probabilities, and how was Idia meant to know he had been practicing the art of manipulating dice for hours on end when he signed the contact, putting his voice on the line? Guess that's the curse for being cocky.

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As Azul rowed, he heard aggressive whispers.

*TEHEHEEHE KISS HIMMMMM~*

*KISS HIM AZUL, GIVE HIM A BIIIIGGGG SMOOCH!!*

Azul was mortified, glancing at the fish below them. Thankfully, Idia couldn't understand their bubblings and it was too dark to see Azul's flush. He sighed, continuing to row when a fish pulled his rower.

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Idia tried again to grab the rower to regain control of it but it kept slipping out of his hand. Azul watched as he tried to fight with a literal fish- what the hell- over a rower, when a mortified expression washed over his face. He immediately scrubbed his hands over his face and looked away.

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ratkun, ace trappola

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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Across the table, cards obstructed Ratkun's face. Ace's mom was occasionally checking on him to make sure he wasn't cheating or Ace wasn't cheating. At least, not in any way she could detect. 

It became their ritual to play cards, but Ace, his brother, and Ratkun all excelled beyond belief. After they had mastered the ins-and-outs of card games, next was their technical prowess. Or—to rephrase—who could cheat the most without getting caught?

Ace furrowed his brows. He always complained about how short Ratkun was compared to the table and his unfair advantage, but nobody ever did anything about it. He sighed and played a card.

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And on they went, placing down card on top of card, staring intensely at each other. The tension was so strong that it felt wrong to even utter a word.

But in the end, Ratkun gave the Trappola brothers a smug grin, grabbing one last card and showing their match.

"NO! I WAS SO CLOSE!!" Ace threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh. 

The older brother smiled and gave Ratkun a pat on the head.

"Congrats on the win lil' guy." 

Ratkun preened at the praise, visibly proud.

Mrs. Trappola peaked her head through the door, seeing that their game finally ended.

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Then they all simultaneously turned into confetti and said “YIPPEE”

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FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: kyoko, sayaka

WRITERS: Cherio, Salt, Eggs

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“Hey! Just what do you think you’re doing over there!?”

“Well what does it look like, huh? I’m getting some food! Obviously you can see me so why did you even ask?” 

Sayaka looked upon Kyoko’s obnoxiously big bags of food she was carrying outside the grocery store. How is she even able to carry 10 bags of food??

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There were around 5 different kinds of breads, 17 boxes of pasta, an ungodly amount of cans of everything from soups to fruits. 

"Is it Armageddon or something?" Sayaka rolled her eyes.

Kyoko frowned and started walking away, lugging her heavy bags behind her. 

Sayaka sighed and rushed over to her, "Wait! Um.. I can carry a few."

Kyoko narrowed her eyes at her, "No."

Sayaka blinked, "Excuse you?"

"I said *no*. Are you stupid, or are you stupid?"

She flushed faintly, either from anger or embarrassment, "Fine! I didn't want to help, anyway!"

Sayaka stomped away and Kyoko watched her, sighing heavily as she disappeared. She continued to her apartment,

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but stopped.

Was she really gonna let her walk away like that? All she did was try and offer some help! It wasn't like she was some rando coming to kidnap her. ...Not like Kyoko couldn't beat their ass if they tried, of course.

She ran back to Kyoko, and stood in front of her.

"Let! Me! Help! You!" Sayaka huffed, cheeks slightly pink.

"What the fuck-? Okay you know what-" she shoved a few bags over to Sayaka. "Fine! Let's just go before my bread goes bad in this shitty ass heat."

After adjusting the bags Kyoko gave her (4 bags only? What kinda weak ass did Kyoko think she was?), she started walking alongside Kyoko back to her apartment.

"...Why did you help me exactly?" 

"Why not? Can't let a damsel stay in distress after all."

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We've filled up the tags for this one, so we're moving to a new work!! It's in the series, but I'll link it here anyway