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I darted out of the maze, fear in my eyes. We were about to lose to Thriller. All the hard work we’d done was gone. It didn’t exist. It was as if it didn’t matter. But then, a light appeared at the end of this darkened tunnel of doom we were all in. We had taken the lead back- not by much, but still. We were going to win. A smile crept upon my face before I whispered to myself, “We’re gonna do it.” I quickly snapped out of the daze I was in and knocked on wood, making sure we don’t have bad luck. I ran back to the group, excitement in my eyes. But Moss shared grave news before I could share my exciting stuff. Scratch Writing Camp was almost over. All these memories, all these dreams- was it for nothing? Silence fell over the Mythians. No. It wouldn’t be. We would never forget these memories. No, we would remember them for the rest of our lives. George the Unicorn, being in top of the leader board for weeks, cabin wars, dailies, weeklies, word wars. We would never forget this, no matter what happened. This experience would live with us for the rest of our lives.

Parody

There’s a hundred and four days of summer vacation
And the leviathan comes along just to end it
But the annual problem of our generation
Is finding a good way to kill it
Like maybe

Shooting it’s eyes out
Or finding some resources
Or meeting up with a new npc

Discovering it doesn’t exist at all
Argh
Or giving ourselves a break

Surfing the seven seas
Creating chaos
Or biting and consuming it all
Take that!

Building up a boat
Or fighting a kraken
Or driving us all insane
Admins!

As you can see, we’re really stressed out and still have to finish this event
Come on y’all!
So stick with us cuz somehow we are
Gonna get through this

So stick with us cuz somehow we’re
Gonna get through this

Guys, the admins are plotting evil things again!

IRIS THIS IS AWESOME LMFAOO

Vegetables_Hulking wrote:

IRIS THIS IS AWESOME LMFAOO

THANK YOU WHIT <333

Parody
NOT COUNTING TOWARDS WORD COUNT

Acting on your best behaviour
No that is not Agaricpaw
Everybody wants to rule the world

It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the

Most of freedom and of pleasure
Comes from nobody not ever
Agaricpaw wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding paws while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
Almost done with apprenticeship
Agaricpaw wants to rule the world

I can't stand this mischievousness
Married with a lack of sense
Oh can’t they see that I want to rule the
Say that you'll never, never, never, never want it
One headline, why believe it?
I just want to rule the world
Not for freedom and not for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Oh just let me rule the world

Parody
NOT COUNTING TOWARDS WORD GOAL

As a cat, you would wait and watch from far away
But you always knew that you'd be the one
That work while they all play

In time, you'd lay awake bored and lonely
For all the things that you would change
It was just a dream

Here you are, don't turn away now (don't turn away)
I am the warrior that built this town
Here you are, don't turn away now (don't turn away)
I am the warrior that built this town
From dust

Will come
When you will have to rise
Above the Otterchase and prove yourself
That you’ll never die

Poem for Ever

Ever, Ever
What will it be

The chaos ringing
In our ears

Or the sound of birds
Twittering away

Tell me
Tell me
What you have planned

For you are unpredictable
But I still give a glance

Thank you
Thank you

For being my friend

Through the chaos
Through the mischief

You will be with me
Until the very end

Authors note: reading this over makes me cringe so hard-

AWWWW IRIS I LOVE IT <333333

forest-sketches wrote:

AWWWW IRIS I LOVE IT <333333

YOURE WELCOME <3333333333

Vent in Poem

When you want to cry
But the tears don’t come

When you don’t want to cry
But the tears come

All the words you say to me
Leave me wounded
Whether you know it or not

I want you to stop

Words can hurt me

They hurt my depression
They hurt my anxiety
They hurt my stress

Whoever said
Sticks and stones
Can break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Probably had a good life
With no mental health issues

Why can’t I be free from you

You talk about me behind my back
You yell at me for things I did not do
You never listen to my ideas even when you ask for them
You make me feel like a horrible person

Weekly 4- Among Us

I have gotten permission to use the text version.

Start- 114 words
I took a deep breath before ringing Wes’ doorbell. He yelled to come in, so I did. We had been dating for a year now, and today was our one year anniversary. I smiled as I saw him at the dinner table, attempting to hide my disappointment. I thought he would do something for our anniversary. But no. I inwardly sighed.

“Hey, so, I was thinking,” Wes said, pausing to give me a kiss on the cheek. “You should move in and live with me here! If you wanted, we could… share a room. Or we could have separate rooms!”

I smiled. “Let’s enjoy this dinner and talk later.”

And so we dug in.

Path 1- Dining Hall Table 2- 125 words
As we ate, Wes pushed some of my hair out of my face. I blushed, I loved him with my whole heart, but it could still get a bit embarrassing at times.

I had never told him everything about my life. There were so many secrets I kept from him.

Like how I had met the president.

Or how I had been in an orphanage for most of my childhood.

Or how my father died in the 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers. That’s the reason for me living in an orphanage. I was three at the time. I was at daycare. He never came to pick me up. A childhood service agent had come and taken me away. I never saw my father again.

Sabotage 1- Lights
*waits 15 minutes*

Path 2- Throne Room gHost Shrine- 306 words
Wes noticed me blushing. He chuckled.

“You know, I used to know someone when I was in daycare, Jessica. She blushed all the time. And then one day, she was gone. I was 5 at the time. It was the day of 9/11 when I last saw her. Sometimes, I can see her in you.”

I froze. My smile slid off my face and I pulled away from him, clutching my head and rubbing my temples. Oh no. Oh no no no! I was having a flashback.

20 years earlier
“Bye daddy!” I had called out to my father. He had smiled at me and left. At the time, my name was Christine. I change my name so I wouldn’t have to remember my father every time I heard my name. He was the one who named me, after all.

“I love you, Christine! You be good for Miss Maddy, you got it?” My dad had smiled at me, winking at Miss Maddy. I didn’t think much of it then, but now I realize that they had been in love.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah! I will, daddy, I will!”

My dad blew me a kiss, winked at Miss Maddy, and was gone.

I had been dropped off at 6:00 am, way before any other kids, because my dad was a fire fighter who had to go into work early.

I stayed until 11:00 pm. The only reason I left was because of child services. They took me away. They didn’t tell me where my dad was until I was older.

Present Day
“Jessica! Jessica!” Wes grabbed me, shaking me out of my daze.

Tears were running down my face.

“I-I’m fine,” I said shakily. “I-I just need to lie down.” I excused myself and headed for the bathroom, where I spent the night crying.

Sabotage 2- Leaderboard- 40 words
Things I’m Proud Of

1] Being the academic achiever of my school
2] Getting to state for History Day
3] Pulling off a very hard tap dance
4] Getting through 2021
5] Passing algebra after failing it the first time

Path 3-Bulletin Board Miscellaneous Posts (@ayid_7345)- 251 words
As I cried in the bathroom that night, I realized something. I was missing something. I was missing a person.

This person was always there for me in the orphanage. She’d gotten adopted before me, and I hadn’t seen her since we met up for lunch about three years ago. She liked books and her name was Ayid. She never talked to the other kids all that much, and was very shy.

You could usually find Ayid curled up in the attic with a book, watching rain pour down outside. I snuck out of Wes’ house, leaving him a text. I was going to find Ayid.

I searched and called numbers all through the night, hoping for a lead. And then I got one. She was living only a few miles away! I smiled. Finally, someone who’ll understand!

It being 3:00 am, I didn’t go and see her, but the next afternoon I drove the few miles to her house.

My breath was shaky as she came to open the door. Her eyes lit up with happiness when she saw me.

“Jessica! I’ve missed you!” Ayid pulled me in for a tight hug. Although she didn’t like people, she liked me. “Come in, come in! Let’s sit and talk a while!” She pulled me inside. I sat down on the living room couch, ready to spill me guts to my best friend. Ayid came back with tea. “Now what are you here for?”

I took a deep breath and explained everything.

Sabotage 3- Fire
*eats and drinks*

Path 4- Boring Rooms Theatre- 205 words
Ayid sits me down with a nice hot cup of tea.

“Spill,” she says. So I do. I tell her everything. I don’t leave out a single thing. I tell her about my father, about me getting adopted, about Wes, about dinner, too. Ayid listens silently, and I can’t read what she thinks.

“I think you need to do something to heal yourself, Jessica. Like… adopt a child!”

“What? No! I don’t have the money!” I protest.

“But I do. I mean, haven’t you seen this huge mansion I’m living in?” Ayid is right. She does have money. She sells books for for a living. A perfectly Ayid thing to do.

“I mean… if you pay for any and all expenses… sure. But what am I going to tell Wes?”

“Be honest with him, Jessica, it’s not good to keep secrets from each other. Now I’ll pay for the child, but you need to raise them. Let me know when you pick one out.” And with that, she left me to do so.

I searched for hours, Ayid bringing me tea and cookies. I finally found one after hours of searching. Ayid looked over my shoulder at them. “They’re perfect.” She said with a smile.

Sabotage 4- Gas Leak
*works on an application*

Path 5- Other SWC Rooms Battleground- 201 words
I had found a child I wanted to adopt. It was all happening so fast.

I got on the phone with Wes, telling him about my plan. He was shocked, but still loved me and was excited to raise a family with me.

As soon I got of the phone, I ran into the kitchen, where Ayid was making dinner.

“Ayid! It went well! Wes is excited and I’m excited too!” I almost shouted. Ayid froze, her hand clenching the spoon she was stirring the pot with hard.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Ayid asked through gritted teeth, still facing the pot. Her hand clenched the spoon so hard, I thought she was going to break it.

“I, um, Wes says that he can’t wait for us to adopt a child!” I tried to say in a cheery voice.

Ayid turned around slowly, not looking me in the eyes.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Wes was supposed to hate you, and then break up with you and then be with me! I love him, not you!” She shouted at me. I was scared. I backed out of the room, Ayid still shouting at me, grabbed my stuff, and left.

Sabotage 5- Forums- 56 words
Sent to Ceebee
Reasons Why I Appreciate You- 1] you help out kids so much and all the time 2] You’re always kind to everyone. 3] You make Scratch a better place for everyone. 4] you make Scratch feel like a safe place for anyone and everyone 5] You are a great person who makes everyone feel special <3

Path 6- Host Rooms Bees- 128 words
I ran out of Ayid’s mansion, clutching my stuff in my hands. I hurried to my car, where I got in quickly and slammed the door. I rested my head on the steering wheel. Until I heard a loud thump against my window. It was Ayid. She was throwing rocks at me.

I fumbled with my keys, shoving them into the hole and starting my car. I pulled out of that driveway, panic and adrenaline running through my veins. Ayid was still screaming and throwing rocks at me when I pulled out of the driveway.

I glanced at the mirror, nervous that Ayid was following me. She wasn’t, she was just shouting at me.

The best friend I thought I had was not the best friend I knew.

Sabotage 6- Elevators
*listens to playlist*

Path 7- Daily Team Booths Robin- 229 words
The car freezes. JESSICA steps out of it. She is tired and crying, tears are running down her face.

WHY
WHY
WHY

I TRUSTED YOU
AND THIS IS WHAT
I GET?

NO
NO
NO

JESSICA walks over to the middle of the road, still singing.

I DON’T WANT THIS
LET ME GO
LET ME GO

I HAD LOVED YOU
BUT NOW I DON’T
YOU BETRAYED ME
AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN SAY SORRY

JESSICA’S fists ball up in anger and she wipes tears from her eyes, going from sad to angry.

WALK
WALK
WALK

WALK AWAY
I’M NOT COMING BACK

LET ME LEAVE
LET ME LEAVE
LET ME LEAVE

I JUST WANT TO
GET AWAY FROM YOU
LET ME LEAVE

Blackout, spotlight on JESSICA who is singing very angrily.

WES DOESN’T DESERVE YOU
HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THIS PLANNED?
I WANT TO KNOW
I WANT TO KNOW
I WANT TO KNOW

JESSICA pauses, thinking.

MAYBE HE DOESN’T LOVE ME
MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT
BUT THIS ISN'T THE WAY TO FIND OUT
NO
YOU COULD HAVE ASKED
YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED

JESSICA is now standing on top of her car, a sunrise in the background and wearing a long white dress.

WHY DID YOU DO THIS
IT’S NOT FAIR
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN

With this, Jessica is back in her regular clothes and in her car, driving away.

Path 7- Doors- 160 words
For @Aloeheart6
10 things you’ve done that have impacted me in a good way. 1] You became an FPC. You are one of the best ones I know and just made it much more enjoyable. 2] You help out in the Scratch Community all the time, making it a better place. 3] You’re really nice and kind to whoever comes to your profile. 4] You make sure that your profile is a safe space for everyone. 5] You joined TFCRP, which made me join, and TFCRP has been a great experience for me. 6] You’re art makes me smile every time I come on your profile. 7] You post new things almost everyday and it never gets boring and always stays fun and happy. 8] You never treat anyone rudely or anything like that. 9] You give second chances to people and forgive them for their mistakes. 10] You never brag about being a famous Scratcher and are very humble about it.

Path 8- Workshops Worldbuilding- 304 words
I pressed the button, making my car start to fly. As my car took off into the sky, I gazed down at the towns and places below. I spotted Ayid’s house. I looked away, quickly brushing a tear from my eye. I never wanted to see her again.

As I flew, I continued to look down at the land. Until a loud HONK bursted me from my daze, causing me to swerve in midair in order to avoid hitting the other car. I drove a little ways and then stopped the car, floating there. I panted, that was terrifying to me. A tear escaped my eye and I quickly brushed it away before it could fall onto my brand new jeans.

I floated down to the ground and parked. I was in the middle of no where. I choked out a sob. And once one came out, more came flowing, as if a knob had been turned. I cried, not caring anymore if tears ran down onto my jeans. I sat there in my car, sobbing.

Why did this all have to happen to me? I was annoyed at this! Why did those terrorists have to bomb the Twin Towers? They made my dad die. My childhood was horrible. And they made it horrible. I missed my dad, but now I missed Ayid. Why was she so mean and just crazy now? She was just plain insane. Should I call someone? No, I wouldn’t. She could get help if she wanted. I wasn’t doing anything else for her, not one single thing.

I lifted my car off the ground and back into the sky, luckily and thankfully not hitting anyone.

I flew all night, back to my house. When I got there, I parked my car and dove into my bed, falling fast asleep.

Sabotage 7- Water
People- Birdi, Moss, Zura

Path 8- Rooftop Mango Trees- 240 words
My doorbell rung. I groaned and glanced at my clock. It was 12:00 pm. I had gotten home at 3:00 am last night and had slept ever since. I was tired and exhausted from my trip to Ayid’s so I didn’t want to see anyone.

I went to the door, gazing through the peephole. It was some old man.

“What do you want? I’m not expecting anyone,” I groaned at the person as I opened the door.

“Christine. It’s me. Your dad,” the old man said. I froze. He knew my old name? I was the only one who knew it.

“D-dad? Is that really you?”

“Yes, honey, yes it is.”

I pulled him in for a hug, crying.

“B-but how?” I choked out through sobs.

“They took you away from me when I was thought to be dead but I wasnt. They never gave you back, no matter how many phone calls I left and emails I sent. They wouldn’t do anything for me. Oh I missed you. One of your friends found me and told me your address. It was… Wes? I think?”

I pulled away in shock. Wes? But how? He didn’t know anything about me. But apparently he did.

I welcomed my dad into my house, sitting him on the couch and making some coffee so we could talk about everything that had happened while we weee supersets for those twenty years. I had missed him.

Sabotage 9- Writing Comp Entries
*reads*

Path 10- Basement Compiling Station- 257 words
I stood outside of Wes’ house, sweating. I was nervous. He was going to meet my father. A father I told him had died. I thought that he had died, so can he blame me for not telling him? No, he can’t. Right?

I glanced at my dad who stood besides me in a grey suit and purple tie. Professional. Too professional. This just made me more nervous. I was in a simple blue blouse and a white jeans skirt. I felt overshadowed and not dressed up enough.

What would my father think of Wes? Would they get along? Would they hate each other? What would happen?

I took a deep breath and lifted my finger, shaking, and rung the doorbell. I heard footsteps coming and then the doorknob turned. Wes opened it.

“Hi. Nice to meet you,” Wes said. He stuck out his hand and my father shook it.

“You’re Wes, I assume?” My dad asked, pulling his hand away.

“Yep, and you must be Mr. Crawston.”

“Yes, yes I am.”

The two men held each others gaze for a moment before Wes opened the door wider and welcomed us into his house.

At any moment, one of them could say a bad thing Andy then we would be doomed. They would fight. I wiped away some nervous sweat from my forehead. Oh wow, I was nervous.

We sat down at the dinner table where Wes had made lots of food. I smiled. I loved my boyfriend’s cooking so much. It was like a warm hug.

Finish- rolled a 6- 501 words
As we ate, I eyed both of the men nervously. There were knives on the table. They could break out in a fight at any moment. What would happen?

I carefully and slowly ate my food. By the time I was done, the two men were down with their second course. I blushed, embarrassed at how long I had taken to eat one plate of food while they had eaten two plates. I didn’t want Wes to think that I didn’t like his food.

“That was delicious, Wes. I’m sorry I took so long,” I said, watching the two’s actions cautiously.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, honey,” my father said, patting my hand.
As we ate, I eyed both of the men nervously. There were knives on the table. They could break out in a fight at any moment. What would happen?

I carefully and slowly ate my food. By the time I was done, the two men were down with their second course. I blushed, embarrassed at how long I had taken to eat one plate of food while they had eaten two plates. I didn’t want Wes to think that I didn’t like his food.

“That was delicious, Wes. I’m sorry I took so long,” I said, watching the two’s actions cautiously.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, honey,” my father said, patting my hand.

“Jessica, it’s fine. We eat fast anyways,” Wes said, eyeing my father.

“Well,” I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin and placing it on my plate. “Shall we talk about… everything now?“

Wes nodded, waiting for me or my father to start.

My father began nervously, ”Well, I'm James, Jessica's dad. Might I ask what the point in this is? We already know each other from talking.“

”Oh, of course. I just though that we might want to do proper introductions. You know,“ Wes pointed out.

”Well, there is no need for that! I'm here because I want to be with my daughter. Is that so bad? Because if it is. you need to deal with it.“ My father was glaring daggers at Wes. This was not good, this was not good!

”Um, how how about we go home, dad?“ I suggested, panicked.

”Yes, lets do that."

I stood up, kissed Wes’ cheek, grabbed my coat, and left with my dad. We were silent on the way back.

I went to my room and slammed the door shut. I was furious with the two men about what had happened. I wanted my dad to love Wes and me and not pull an Ayid.

Iwinced at the thought of my old friend. Ex-friend, if you will. I was sad to leave her, but she definitely didn’t want me around. She only wanted Wes. But Wes was mine.

I heard a knock at the front door and climbed out of bed. I looked through the peephole. Another random person. I groaned and opened the door.

“What do you want?”

“Christine. I’m your mother,” the lady said.