You walk into your home and sigh, wishing you could have a cat, your mom has always told you that you cant have a cat because of her expensive sofa which the cat would most likely ruin, well guess what? You can! Introducing the limited time cout! What is a cout exactly? Well a cout is a cat…mixed with a couch! Now your mom wont get mad about the cat scratching the sofa since the cat is the sofa! Since its a cat it has a built in vibration mechanism! Just pet it a little and boom! Mega vibrations that shake the whole cout! Plus! The cout will be very happy about it too! What about spilling food on the cout? Well no problem! The cout just eats it! And what if you want to rearrange the furniture? All you have to do is call the cout over to the place you want it to move! What about vet bills? Covered with our cout insurance! Of course, our couts are so healthy they never actually need it. How does the cout go to the restroom? Well all you have to do is empty the tank kept right underneath it every once in a while and it should be happy! Now you may ask, how did we come up with this amazing invention? Well it all started when our founder, Nom, wanted an animal that anyone could own and was very handy! So she used all of her Nom power, which we are selling the maps to the location (very dangerous please don’t sue us), conjure up this amazing animal! Ever since then we have been selling the cout in many different amazing patterns such as tabby, bengal, smoke, and many amazing colors such as black, white, grey, orange, and white! Sphinx couches are a possibility too!
Its amazing for both you, who wants a cat, and your mom who wants a couch! Call cat-cat-cout today and get yours for only 5000 mangoes! Or you can head to your local Nom depot to find one in store! Get yours today! (Again, dont sue us if you decided to look up and follow the map to the source of the Nom power, Nom cant afford it)

Weekly

The universe, or alternate universes as some may say, are some of the most of the most interesting parts of our world! As you may have heard in your geography lessons (wait do earthlings have geography lessons?) universe and collection of planets inside it are unique and not like the others. In Bens home universe he lives on this little planet called WonderWhat and it is one of the most popular hotspot for other universe hoppers to stay, the reinforcement system is more lax on citizenship (I’ve seen criminals walk in and out of it like its nothing! Ahem, totally not me by the way) then others and permits other Wonderwhatians (which is their name by the way, really weird) to go to and fro as they please as long as they have a portal pass. Now you may be asking, what is a portal pass? What portal are we talking about? Well there is a couple of portals scattered across the planet that when entered, will send you into another universe depending on what your ship calibration systems are set to. Now you may be asking, if we universe hop, what are all of these many universes and planets languages? Well their is only one main language called Dairishis! (Im speaking it right now but this funny little translating machine is converting it to whatever language I like!) Their are very few universes or even planets that have separate languages such as the one called “Earth” (very strange, dont ever visit it, the inhabitants like to chase you with pitchforks and call you random names. I lost my orange juice rock to it). Now theirs also Dianas home planet (if you don’t know her, shes this totally awesome gal that also will kick you if you ask her if you can go to the restroom when your in the middle of an important meeting) everyone looks strange there, they all have oddly shaped heads, some have triangles, some have rectangles, and some have freaky eyes for heads (Diana has an eye for a head, it disturbs me) Sadly, its sort of a dystopian planet where most families are living in the dusty suburbs or if their lucky, scrape together just enough money to live in the city. Their is no one in charge so its mostly up to the people on making up the rules, their very against people living on their planet that weren’t born there (it made Diana leaving very difficult). Another popular planet is the one of Austerdia! (Very cool place, met Aster there, although one of their magicians is evil, terrible election system) everybody’s like, crazy rich there. They all own these huge mansions packed tightly together but somehow seem to be even bigger on the inside. It’s like a city, but with only mansions. Some of the mansions even have shops up front that you can visit! And theres one GIANT castle perched high above it all on a little hill that makes the sun hit it just right to maybe give you epilepsy. The king’s super nice but also freaks out if you tell him you accidentally shattered the core of the universe (totally not me…heh…) Oh! At the center of the whole entire universe is this very giant and cool sparkly core that looks like a sphere thats guarded by some of the most powerful spell casters. (I don’t know how they were dumb enough to allow me, Ben, Trevor, Gabe, and Diana in!) and by the way, if it breaks its really bad (I got yelled at a-lot about it but it wasn’t even my fault! So unfair) and the universe starts to fall apart. (It’s fixed now, don’t worry) and thats most of what I have to say without going into too much depth about everything and every planet that I find more interesting than those! Now excuse me while I go to the restroom! All this writing has made be gotta go! Trevor out!

Part 2 (ignore stuff below)

Gabes retelling:
There have been many conflicts in the world of Wonderwhat, after all, not everybody gets together. And you know, people get greedy sometimes, leading to innocent lives being destroyed as people seek power, and I’ve been in one of those cases personally. I cant quite remember the timeline it was in but I know it impacted the rest of my universe forever. It was rainy season for the military as they proceeded to carry out their duties, doing normalish things. We were still currently at war with one of our neighboring planets, Aterinia, each military was constantly improving as time went on. But the quality of life worsened as floods recked havoc all over. Many people were desperate for food and one of the prime ways to earn money fast was inventing something that could help the military. Most of the funds on the planet went toward the military during the war so they had plenty to spend on something that could win it. I think some people even attempted to create a teleportation gun, obviously didn’t work but you can see how bad it was. But surprisingly, out of all the civilizations it was actually a group of boys inside the military who made the item, the funny thing is that it never was meant for military use and just for convenience. If I recall correctly, the name was something like army glue. It was this really strong substance that glued things together, and they’d never come apart unless it was swallowed up by a blackhole, and even then it still hung on mostly. I think the boys meant for it to be used on houses to keep them from falling apart during the floods, a pretty genius idea too. Now when they started selling advertisements for the glue animously, another company wanted a share of the product, sadly not being on their home planet. They declined politely since the shipping costs would be too much even if the company covered it. And then the army found out about it, they thought it was a funny little toy, as if it was as important as a stuffed animal. But then, after an experiment performed by one of the boys in the group, they realized that if the glue was poured into special molds that it then was, an indestructible material. This was a game changer, now my home planet might actually have a chance to win. They started constructing HUGE molds specifically for the glue and making, you guessed it, spaceships, like the ones that go pew pew. Aterinia found out about this soon enough before we even went to battle with the material and suddenly, the boys were in danger. Pretty much only they knew the recipe for it and Aterinia vowed to get their hands on it no matter what. So we increase our defenses and the boys couldn’t walk anywhere at all without about ten bodyguards behind them. Now all of this attention stressed out one of the boys, being a trouble maker, he quickly gave his guards the slip and traveled outside camp, probably to get a breath of fresh air. Then all monarch broke loose, somehow one of the enemies soldiers had managed to sneak past our defenses and kidnapped that poor boy. Now everything was at stake, the boys, who had heard of the boy escaping but not his capture, track him down with again, no bodyguards, and manage to board the enemy ship right before it took off. Now the whole group was gone and things were REALLY bad for us. But, the boys had a plan, they managed to sneak into one of the main bases undetected and cause the system to go haywire, almost managing to free the boy almost injury free until they were stopped by one of the guards, who hadn’t rushed to go fix the ship to escape death. It was almost completely hopeless until one brave little boy, managed to free the other, but his life was taken in the process. But although the loss of one of their teammates had brought them down, they did not give up and highjacked an enemy ship and flew themselves back home. When they got back they refused to give out the recipe again, not wanting to be involved in the war anymore after the death of one of their friends. But thankfully, it was not needed for soon enough the war was over and life returned back to normal. Most of the boys still live to this day and having a better life than before, so I advise you after reading this, their is a cost too great and it may end worse than when it started.








“So um, I think it was about the time I first joined my home planets army when this happened…” Gabe shuffled nervously as the others stared at him. “Come on! I wanna know what happened with the army glue incident!” Trevor shouted impatiently and Diana slapped his arm, “shush, he’s sensitive about this story.” Diana glared. “Isn’t this about the time he said he met Gabrielle-“ “YOU SHUSH TOO!” Gabe sighed, “So it all started on the first day of joining the army…”

I scan the camp of new recruits, I hate this place, why did my father have to force me to go here? “You’ll join the army to contribute to our society and earn honor for our family, it doesn’t help that one of your brothers went haywire and ran off with a girl instead of following my orders.”Thats what my father said to me, but it wasn’t like I was going to earn that much honor anyway, I’d probably just go and hide in a corner and hope they send me back for being incompetent. Muddy beige tents were set up all around and a little cart filled with soggy newspapers sat by one of them, it was rainy season for us, not much sun, just rain, rain, and more rain. I dig in my satchel for my tent number, if I have it, I may have just left it at home in my stupidity. After a little time of just standing there and awkwardly looking through my bag, I finally found the note. I pull out the slip of paper and…it was sopping wet. Of course, my water had leaked. I almost shout in frustration but regain my cool, “ok, ok, you got this, just stroll into a random tent and pretend you belong there, hopefully if they realize its not your tent they’ll be too tired to speak up.” I crumple the soggy note and throw it into the nearest trash bin and picked the nearest tent to call my own, well, at least until they maybe kick me out. I lift up the flap protecting the inside from the cold, damp air and find that alas, there’s two people chatting amongst themselves. Better not to interrupt them and just shuffle over to the nearest empty cot and plop my stuff down. Sadly, my bad luck kicks in and they notice me and quiet down as I very awkwardly unpack my suitcase. Silence hangs in the air as I realize they’re expecting me to talk. “…hey.” I say, it came out sort of like a whisper and the awkwardness seems to increase, why do I have to be so weird? “Well hi, whats your name?” The brown haired one asks, he has a stout build and slightly shorter than me. I choke on my spit a little as I come up with first answer that comes to mind, “Bartholomew,” I almost slap myself, that was not my name at all, oh why did I say that!? “Bartholomew…, strange name,” he says, as if he’s having trouble processing such a weird name. “Im Alex,” he holds his hand out, wait am I supposed to shake it? I hate shaking hands, I sweat nervously as the seconds pass by, I dont want to be rude so I quickly grab his hand and shake it, pulling my hand back as fast as I can. “Your hands are really sweaty,” Alex says, looking at his hand, I bite my lip and wipe my hands on my trousers. “So what brings you here? Trying to earn some money for the fam’?” The other boy says, orange haired and tiny, Alex whispers him something, “Oh! Im Garry by the way!” I think for a moment, being forced by your father? Trying not to be like you brother? Trying to follow the legacy your father had set up for you ever since day one? “Earning honor for my family,” I say, short and not a lie, maybe I might get some respect for it and the rowdy boys might leave me alone. “Nice dude,” Garry says, “roll call happens soon and I wouldn’t want you to miss it soooooo, you wanna come?” He offers, wow not a demand, did that mean I could just hide in her and cease to exist? “Although if you don’t General Edward might make you wash all of the camps underpants by hand.” Yikes, so it wasn’t an option. “YEP, LETS GO!” I shout and dash out of the tent, wait, bad idea, I glance around as I wonder if anybody’s heard my shout, I sigh in relief as I see a crowd of people in front of me walking somewhere but not paying attention to me. I re adjust my belt and proceed to walk calmly, even though my hearts besting out of my chest. I hear the two boys happily talking behind me and I pretend to ignore them, less social interaction with them may leave me better off. “Wait up!” Alex shouts behind me and I clench my teeth, the universes must hate me. Wasn’t there the chance that an alternate version of yourself may pop up in the same universe as you? I make a silent plea, wishing mine would pop up and replace me so I could vanish and maybe go somewhere isolated, maybe just calmly floating in space with no objective at all. “You must be excited about getting started! After all, you have a long way to go before reaching true honor.” Alex teases, excited is the least accurate word to describe how I feel right now. “Yep, you nailed it,” I give him a sort of ugly looking smile included with two thumbs up. “Great man!” He slaps me on the back, but apparently, he doesn’t know how hard he hits. I crumple to the ground, winded and my back throbbing. “AYE MAN IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SORRY!” Alex gasps. My brain decides to give him another thumbs up as I wheeze, “I-IM O-OKAY!” He lifts me up to my feet as I give a nervous laugh, “I-im a tough guy! I can take a few punches!” He breathes a sigh or relief, “alright, thank goodness you’re ok man, now we gotta run! We’re lagging behind!” Alex pointed to the crowd, which was almost out of sight. I was definitely not going to be able to catch up to them, but I might as well at least try to close the gap. I start sprinting, or well more like hobbling, after the crowd, meanwhile Alex is gaining speed. Wait, where did that other guy go? I think his name was Garry, I’m not for sure, I was too busy having a many panic attack to actually remember his name. I don’t see him anywhere and I don’t recall him passing us by. I spot footprints in the mud heading away from the path, should I follow them? I shake the thought off, I can’t disappear, not without risking the underpants washing of the century.

Here starts July 2025 SWC

First weekly!

Part 1

Dianas past mostly consists of poverty and doing wrong in a society that is practically lawless. She views most stuff that is wrong as fine as long as it doesn’t affect the poorer people. Before she moved to Wonderwhat, her main way of making a living with her father was raiding shipments that came in and grabbing food and water. She abandoned those ways when she did move though and follower her dream of becoming in engineer. But she still holds on to the moral of anything is fine if it’s for the greater good, or not dying.
Diana is also very quick to anger, she has absolutely no tolerance for any injustice done to her and will make sure the person on the other end knows that. Sometimes she can be simply angered by one of her machines not working but can still hold back from kicking it, unless its a living being, then she’ll gladly kick them.
Diana is also very independent and the only reason she is with a crew on her mission is because she knows she cant do it on her own but she will still grumble and gripe over everything the others do wrong and wish she was doing the mission alone.
Diana is also very sassy (in a bad way) and sometimes doesn’t watch what she says and can be very hurtful at times. Shes constantly threatening to punch people at times, and sometimes will go through with it.

Part 2

Diana’s character is mostly made up of weaknesses and flaws at the start, but there is a few good things like (good) stubbornness when it matters, shes passionate and doesn’t give up, and a go getter. At the start of the story when the other people in her group end up accidentally blowing up Atlantis her morals start being challenged, even if she doesn’t know it immediately. This results in her being much more tough on everyone and much less open to mistakes after such a big one. This then is tipped over the edge when they make another big mistake that results in the possible destruction of the universe. She doesn’t ever even realize how tough she is on everyone and how high of expectations she really does have until one of her friends breaks down into tears over everything that has happened and how they can’t ever be good enough after she scolds them and she overhears it. This is a turning point in her character arc where she realizes everything and she changes her ways, trying to be a lot more open to mistakes and a lot less tough on everyone, making it much easier for her to work as a team with the group rather than her going off and doing her own thing.

Part 3

Diana has many character motivations that make up who she is

One of the motivations (and morals) is the one that always drives her decisions and its justice and equality for all (why on earth does that sound cringy) this motivation was formed from her childhood of poverty and starvation on her dystopian planet and her seeing the complete difference of how she used to live and how other people normally live when she moved to Wonderwhat. This also formed a deep hatred for people who were rich and didn’t do anything with the money besides waste it. This motivation also led her on the mission to write a book containing ALL the information on the different planets that was also affordable since it was hard for her to get any type of education when she moved to Wonderwhat since she was broke.

Part 4

Diana screamed out in frustration as she pounded her hands on the broken shell of what used to be their ship, no-her ship. The others immediately gave up their right to call it their ship when they FLIPPING BLEW UP THE UNIVERSE CORE AND GOT US SHIPWRECKED ON A DESERTED PLANET! She tossed the wrench in her hand aside and slumped down onto the floor, wiping a single tear in her eye away.
“Why did they mess up so bad, why couldn’t they have just stayed still for ONE MOMENT, then this wouldn’t be happening!” She clenched her fists, the dry underbrush scraping her but she didn’t care. “I cant do this anymore…” she muttered, why couldn’t everything be okay, her mission was completely stopped now. What was even the point of being mad, it wasn’t going to change the sad fate she had been tossed into…
“…Diana?” Bens voice called out as he came up the hill.
Diana looked up and saw Bens face change from semi ok to despair at the ragged sight of her. “What do you want.” She growled, her voice as cold as icicles.
“…are you ok?” He asked. coming a little bit nearer, but still at a distance from her.
She got up, her legs shaky. “No, no im not.”
He stepped back, aghast at her tone, “Whats wrong?”
She glared at him, “Whats wrong!? Your asking me whats wrong!? YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHATS WRONG IDIOT!” She screamed at him, absolutely seething with rage. “EVERYTHING BAD THATS HAPPENED IS YOUR FAULT. YOUR JUST AN ACCIDENT WAITING TO HAPPEN! First you blew up Atlantis, then you make enemies with the prophecy child, THEN YOU BLOW UP THE UNIVERSE CORE! WHATS NEXT?! YOU CANT DO ANYTHING WORSE THAT YOU HAVNT DONE ALREADY!” The last words escaped from her mouth as if a missile had been launched, her lip trembling in fury.
Bens face was filled with a mix of regret and depression, “Im-im sorry! I-I never meant for-I never meant for those to happen!” Tears started to pour down his face and he wouldn’t meet her gaze. “I guess-I guess I’ll go now.” And then he took off, sprinting out of her eyesight.
Diana fell back on the ground, a mess of tears and anger. “Why cant everything just be fine…”

After Diana had dried her tears and given up on trying to figure out how to fix the ship she set off to go find Ben. “I hope he didn’t take what I said too seriously,” she muttered and the image of
Ben’s tear covered face passed through her mind. “No, he should be okay.” She reassured herself, trying not to think about it. She soon found herself along the overgrown trail, going deeper into the woods until she finally heard a something.
Gabe’s voice sounded through the woods, soft and comforting, “shh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault.” Diana rounded the corner to find Ben and Gabe sitting on a log, Ben had his arms wrapped around Gabe and he was crying on his shoulder, his cries muffled by Gabe’s shirt.
“But-but it is, if I- if I hadn’t touched the blaster, we-we wouldn’t be here.” He cried, his voice weak and trembling.
“No it isn’t Ben-“
“Diana’s right, im-im just an…an accident waiting to happen.” He interrupted, Diana’s jaw dropped, the words feeling like a blow to her heart. Had she really said that? Did she go too far? She quickly hid behind the nearest tree before the others could see, her heart hammering against her chest as she pressed her hand against her heart. She really did go too far, she never meant to hurt Ben like this, the words just…slipped out. But she had said the words nonetheless, “Im a monster…” she muttered and slipped away before they could spot her.

Daily for july 7th

Ashfur was cornered between Squirrelflight and the murky sludge, hissing and backing up as much as he could before he would fall into the substance.
“You’re going to watch EVERYTHING YOU LOVE die before your eyes, at my claws.” He laughed manically, insanity shining in his () eyes.
She didn’t flinch, “Oh really?” She motioned to the cats fighting behind her, “it seems like we’re winning.”
His face fell as he looked behind her, biting his lip in frustration, “You think so?” He contradicted, in utter denial.
Squirrelflight came a little bit closer, Ashfur tried to back up more but his path ended there if he wasn’t planning on diving into the sludge, pebbles splashing into it.
“I know so.” She affirmed, but didn’t come any closer after that, observing Ashfur as he tried to think of a way out of this without fighting her. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him. “You don’t have to do this, do you even remember your motivation?”
He clenched his teeth, “YOU! WE WOULD HAVE LIVED A HAPPY LIFE TOGETHER BUT YOU HAD TO GO OFF WITH THAT STUPID TABBY!” He yowled at her, his fur bristling.
“Why cant you let go, what is taking over the dark forest going to do? What is destroying my life going to do about it? What about killing me? You’ll still have the dark hole you have in your heart that you tried to fill with revenge.”
Ashfur refused to meet her eyes, muttering curses, “You dont have it, so how can you speak?”
“Do you think I enjoy watching you destroy yourself over something you can’t control?”
“I can! I can control-“
“You cant and you know it Ashfur, nothing will change my feelings for you besides you making them worse.”
He refused to speak, pausing and staring at the ground, seeming to be in deep thought. “You tore my heart away, I want revenge.” He said quietly, not even sire if he believed those words anymore.
“It won’t do anything, not at all. Revenge is just a cheap way to fill the hole temporarily, holding onto this is just ripping it even wider open.”
Ashfur looked up, tears flowing down his face as he met her eyes, “YOU DONT KNOW THAT!” He screamed at her.
“You’re addicted to revenge now, its taking over your life, no wait or already has, let it go.”
“NEVER!” He spoke up, “never…” his tone changed to a weak one, starting to sound like a scared kit. “You’re just saying this so I wont hurt you.”
“Do you think I enjoy confronting you? Id much rather be out there fighting, but you cant do this Ashfur.”
“What would it do though? You still would be gone and im for sure stuck in the darkforest now.”
“Maybe you’ll get a second chance, dont jinx it, so have you made up your mind?” She approached him, the offer staying in the air of the moment, weighing it.

Random story

Strange things had been happening in the town ever since the 5th of October (year). The seagulls would always go to and fro, day and night, never seeming to ever rest or maybe there was just that many. The townspeople started to fear that these seagulls were a possible omen, one of what they couldn’t tell the meaning of. The bishop couldn’t testify it though, the man hid in the church ever since the coming of the aviary started, only coming out in short times to get some fresh air. I wasn’t sure what to believe, if these conspiracy theories were correct or whether there was a rational reason why this was happening. The most I could do was observe, and so I did, every morning I crept out of my house at the crack of dawn and made my way over to the single bench at the now abandoned park. Not many people wanted to go near it since this was where the seagulls resided most. But that was the exact reason I came to the parks, to study the many birds, they didn’t seem to move much, just stood in one spot and occasionally hopping around…until the stranger came…

The thin dusty pages crinkled underneath the weight of my hands as I scribbled down notes on the birds, it had been so long since I started, and I was about to pack up and head home for I wasn’t getting any work done. I sighed, plucking a feather up off the ground and tucking it into my pocket neatly. Might as well keep some memorable of the mornings I had wasted on these stupid birds. I almost started to head out when I saw something, or someone, in the corner of my eye. I snapped my head around to find a black figure in the distance, standing amidst the many fowls, holding what I could only think of as a weapon of mass destruction. The figure wore a black trench coat and a top hat, accented nicely by the white leather belt tied around their waste, and black boots. Their coverings concealed their face, hiding their identity. The figure walked slowly through the seagulls, scattering something unknown, possibly messages to the aviaries. Their boots making a soft clinking sound…clink…clink…clink.
My heart jumped at every footstep, the only other sound I had heard for a while was the howling wind rushing past my ears and the occasional screech of a seagull. The figure seemed to be concentrated on their task, so I approached them, very slowly. The lengthy time it took to move quietly was agonizing, As if time itself was drawing out just to chip away at my sanity. I guess I must have gotten too close when the figure lifted their head when I was just about six feet away from them. I could see something flicker behind their eyes, panic, and they backed away, reaching for a strange object tied around their neck.
“NO WAIT!” I shouted, I was screwed and only had two options, stay still and watch as the only possible link to the seagulls ran away, or tackle them, I went with the latter. I surged forward and grabbed their wrist, the person tried to jerk away but I gripped harder, determined to not let this possible lead away.
“What do you want!?” They boomed, their voice low and raspy, from smoking no doubt. “Let go of me!”
I clenched my teeth as they tried to shake me off but failed, “Who are you!? What were you doing with the seagulls!?” I interrogated.
The figure narrowed their eyes, “Its none of your business.”
I ignored their refusal to speak, “What were you giving to the seagulls?” I was interrupted by footsteps far behind me, one of the townspeople most likely.
“Whos making all that blasted noise?” The townsperson behind them called out. I opened my mouth to respond but the figure slapped their free hand over my mouth.
“Shhhh,” my grip loosened for just a moment in surprise and they took their chance and wrenched their arm free from my grasp. But rather than just up and vanish they grabbed me instead, pulling me away from the townsperson.

Dailyyy
Nom turned around slowly in her villainous swivel throne, stroking a purring procrastination potato nestled in her lap. “So you think it was I who did it?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly offended at the accusation. “For your information I refuse to take part in this…” she paused, looking for the right words, “childish charades! Just because Im an evil mafia- I MEAN INTELLECTUAL BUSINESS WOMAN does not mean that I stole the mangoes.” She rolled her eyes, “people these days.” She muttered before turning her gaze back to the prosecutor, “And why do you think I would admit it? All of these campers are parading around, purposely acting suspicious for attention!” She scoffed, the procrastination potato in her lap seeming to nod in agreement. “How unoriginal would it to steal mangoes anyways, I despise mangoes, it would be much more genius to steal one of the leaders identities and sow seeds of chaos in the main cabin-err not like im planning on doing it anyways.” Noms face lit up in realization, “Oh you need an alibi? Not motivation? Well lets see…” she tapped her chin, “I was screaming my lungs out about lemons and making the most cursed trumpet noises imaginable in a chaotic game of Ticket To Ride. And then I tended to my procrastination potato factory- I MEAN ELIMINATION SYSTEM! And was doodling add campaigns for it, after that I was in an assassin- cough I mean business meetings and that was for about an hour I think? After that I deep cleaned my lair, do you like it? I used extra clorax.” She motioned to the literally sparkling maroon colored walls, “After that I dropped Percy off at potato villan school and went on a date with my ego.” She sighed dreamily, “My ego is so fineee. BUT ANYWHOO, after that I went shopping for another dagger to add to my collection, its for…cooking, totally not related to being an assassin at all. Then I went to go pick Percy back up and then fell asleep in my ginormous bed.” She patted the potato, narrowing her eyes “Is that good enough an alibi? I might have to sic Percy on you if you say otherwise.”

Daily
“I HANDED YOU THE KEY TO MY FATHERS VAULT FILLED WITH MOST LIKELY BILLIONs UPON BILLIONS OF GOLD AND YOU TRADED IT FOR A BREAD ROLL?” Alicias eye twitched as she stared Heather straight in the eye. “Were you even born with common sense?”
Heather shuffled in her seat, sweating and biting her lip, fiddling her fingers and tapping her foot on the ground rapidly. “Notttt that I know offfff.” She refused to meet Alicias eyes, preferring to stare at the ground instead, the ground wasn’t giving her the death stare currently and she liked that.
“UGHHHH! WHY MUST I DO EVERYTHING!” Alicia now then drew her sword, the handle adorned with jewels and the blades silver tip caught the light, making a statement of how sharp and painful it would be to be stabbed by it. “OK! NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE, CAN BE STUPID ENOUGH TO TRADE A VERY, VERY VALUABLE KEY FOR A PIECE OF FOOD, TELL ME WHERE YOUR HIDING IT AND YOULL LIVE!” “Ok, no one, and I mean no one, can be STUPID enough to trade a VERY, VERY valuable key for a piece of FOOD!” Before Heather could try and escape her current not-so-good situation Alicia whipped her sword around, the smooth, cold, metal meeting Heathers neck but not slicing through, atleast, not yet. “Tell me where your hiding the key and ill let you live.” She growled, her voice low and threatening. Her eyes blazed with absolute hatred and disgust, and maybe a little bit of disbelief as well.
Now Heather was really starting to panic, “IM SORRY, IVE BEEN TAUGHT MY WHOLE LIFE THAT BREAD ROLLS ARE ALSO VERY, VERY VALUABLE!” She defended, completely frantic to get the dangerous weapon away from her neck. She must’ve not liked her response because she pressed the blade harder, way too close to breaking the skin now. Heather continued, “AND BESIDES! YOU NEVER TOLD ME IT WAS VALUABLE!”
Alicia narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice, “and whom did you trade the key with?”
She smiled awkwardly, “Old Daniel?”
Before she could even flinch she thrust the weapon forward, she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, preparing to meet her end but felt nothing. Confused, she opened her eyes and looked behind her, finding that the sword was actually impaling the wall behind her, surprised that it wasn’t currently in her neck.
She yanked the sword out of the wall and slammed it on the ground with a loud clatter, shouting a good many curses that Heather, in fact, had never heard before. “OLD DANIEL?! THAT MERCHANTS A SECRET SPY FOR THE OTHER KINGDOM! WEVE BEEN ON HIS CASE FOR WEEKS BUT COULD NEVER FIND ANY PROOF!” she kicked the sword away and sighed, “I cant talk to you right now otherwise ill kill you.” She walked off, slamming the door extra hard and leaving poor Heather all alone.

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Nov 4th 2025 daily for SWC

The soft thud of Jasons foot tapping the floor echoed across his room, clothes were messily thrown into a suitcase bursting at the seams and his guitar case layed open next to him. He tucked his hands into his massive sweatshirt, a hand-me-down from his friend, the friend he would be leaving behind soon enough. “She’s fine with it…” he sighed, pulling a wad of crumpled up paper out of his pocket, the last note he would ever recieve from her. He hadnt mustered up the courage to read it the day before, or the day before that, or the day before that…he unfolded it, brushing off a little bit of the lint that clinged to the paper for dear life. His gaze skimmed the paper for a moment before he immediately crumpled it back up and chucked it across the room. “She’s fine with it…” he wiped his tears on to his sleeve, trying not to cry. He had a future without her, he shouldnt look back…he ripped one of the photos of him and her off his wall and threw it in the trash can. He couldn’t let this affect him—no—he wouldnt let anything affect him…he slumped over on his bed again, it wasnt his fault she didnt want to go with him—she wouldve held him back anyways. Jason glanced back at his wall, lined with posters of all his favorite bands, he finally had the chance for his band to be on someone elses wall, and she didnt want to go with him, just stay in this stupid rundown podunk. Didnt she see how big of a future he could have? His phone beside him started ringing, it was his mom. Rather than answer he hit the ignore button, he didnt want to talk to anyone right now…

Daily for Nov 18 2025

The swirling grey mist encompassed the mysterious landscape, where the trees towered so high they seemed to have no end.
“Hey its Josh, welcome to Lets Game It Out.” A figure emerges from the distance radiating an aura of chaos and mischief “Today we’re playing…” he looks around, “what are we playing?”
A second figure appears, with brown hair, a neat tie, a suitcase in his hands and an utterly confused expression, “This isn’t New York city is it?”
Josh laughs, “why look! An NPC to torture!”
The figure looks concerned, “NPC? Torture?!”
“DO I HEAR TORTURE?!” A maniacally giddy voice bursts in and a Bright yellow triangle pops into existence. He spins around for a moment before stopping, eyeing the two. “You two dont look like your from here.”
Josh starts trying to tap the air around him, “wheres the UI?”
“What in the lost cities is a UI?” A blonde-haired teenager stands behind him, “and where am I? Did Ro put something in my food?”
“What fallen land is this? I dont think the ritual could commence over here.” A cloaked bug like figure poofs into existence and scans the group in disgust, “which one of you summoned me?”
“No no no, the better question is, who summoned ME?” The triangle does another spin.
Josh smiles gleefully, like a child that had just been handed their favorite toy, “YOU CAN SUMMON PEOPLE IN THIS GAME?! This is giving me ideas…”
“Game?” The blonde-haired boy questions.
“I dont know, he’s been going on about this being a “game” I think he’s delusional.”
“Hold up, one moment…” the bug-creature digs in the pockets of his cloak and pulls out an adorable bat-like creature, it gives a little yawn and stares at the others. “Who wants a child? And is there a CPS here?”
“A CHILD?! DONT MIND IF I DO!” Josh grabs the child and stares at it cynically.
“HOLD UP, I want the child too.” The triangle snatches it from Josh’s arms.
“NO, I GET CUSTODY!”
“Too bad mortal.”
“MORTAL?!” He starts cackling and Grimm stares at him concerned.
“Fine, you both get custody, just remember to-“
Josh interrupts him, “her names gonna be Grace and im gonna yeet her into the first fire I see.”
“-thats what your supposed to do.”
Josh looks surprised, “what? Im not gonna do anything the GAME tells me to.”
“C’mere child.” Blue flames erupt out of the triangles hand and he shoves his hand into the child’s mouth.
“NOT LIKE THAT!” Grimm rips the now-choking child from the triangles hands, “you feed her the flames from FALLEN KINGDOMS! DONT JUST SHOVE SOME OFF-BRAND FIRE INTO HER MOUTH! I ONLY HAVE ONE!”
The triangle stares in disappointment at it, “off-brand fire? Ill let you know that my fire is only of the highest quality.
“We’re already passing along children? This is concerning.” The blonde haired boy looks at the man holding the suitcase, “you seem like the most sane oerson, whats your name?”
“Newt Scamanader, and you?”
“Keefe Sencen.”
The yellow triangle turns towards them, “Ooooo introductions? Fancyyyy, the names Bill cipher, but you can call me your impending doom!”
“Uh, no thank you.” Keefe stared at Bill Cipher in concern.
The bug-creature took a dramatic inhale, “I am GRIMM! Master of this- oh wait, wheres my script…” he dug through his cloak pockets and pulled out a scroll, “well I cant read this since it seems none of you have summoned me and I lack the rest of my troupe.”
“This is so confusing…” Newt Scamander sighed. A quite random squeal of possibly a pig erupted from the trees followed by Josh’s maniacal laugh.
“Should I be concerned? Captain insano doesn’t seem sane, at all.” Keefe said and Grimm shook his head.
“This is going to be rough.”

these are the first two chapters of one of my stories for a comp entry


Strange things had been happening in the town ever since the 5th of October (year). The crows would always go to and fro, day and night, never seeming to ever rest or maybe there was just that many. The townspeople started to fear that these crows were a possible omen, one of what they couldn’t tell the meaning of. The bishop couldn’t testify it though, the man hid in the church ever since the coming of the aviary started, only coming out in short times to get some fresh air. I wasn’t sure what to believe, if these conspiracy theories were correct or whether there was a rational reason why this was happening. The most I could do was observe, and so I did, every morning I crept out of my house at the crack of dawn and made my way over to the single bench at the now abandoned park. Not many people wanted to go near it since this was where the crows resided most. But that was the exact reason I came to the parks, to study the many birds, they didn’t seem to move much, just stood in one spot and occasionally hopping around…until the stranger came…

The thin dusty pages crinkled underneath the weight of my hands as I scribbled down notes on the birds, it had been so long since I started, and I was about to pack up and head home for I wasn’t getting any work done. I sighed, plucking a feather up off the ground and tucking it into my pocket. Might as well keep some memorable of the mornings I had wasted on these stupid birds. I almost started to head out when I saw something, or someone, in the corner of my eye. I snapped my head around to find a black figure in the distance, standing amidst the many fowls, holding what I could only think of as a weapon of destruction. The figure wore a black trench coat and a top hat, accented nicely by the white leather belt tied around their waste. Their coverings concealed their face, hiding their identity. The figure walked slowly through the crows, scattering something unknown, possibly messages to the aviaries. Their boots making a soft clinking sound…clink…clink…clink.
My heart jumped at every footstep, the only other sound I had heard for a while was the howling wind rushing past my ears and the occasional screech of a seagull. The figure seemed to be concentrated on their task, so I approached them, very slowly. The lengthy time it took to move quietly was agonizing, As if time itself was drawing out just to chip away at my sanity. I guess I must have gotten too close when the figure lifted their head when I was just about six feet away from them. I could see something flicker behind their eyes, panic, and they backed away, reaching for a strange object tied around their neck.
“NO WAIT!” I shouted, I was screwed and only had two options, stay still and watch as the only possible link to the crows ran away, or tackle them, I went with the latter. I surged forward and grabbed their wrist, the person tried to jerk away but I gripped harder, determined to not let this possible lead away.
“What do you want!?” They boomed, their voice low and raspy. “Let go of me!”
I clenched my teeth as they tried to shake me off but failed, “Who are you!? What were you doing with the seagulls!?” I interrogated.
The figure narrowed their eyes, “Its none of your business.”
I ignored their refusal to speak, “What were you giving to the seagulls?” I was interrupted by footsteps far behind me, one of the townspeople most likely.
“Whos making all that blasted noise?” The townsperson behind us called out. I opened my mouth to respond but the figure slapped their free hand over my mouth.
“Shhhh,” my grip loosened for just a moment in surprise and they took their chance and wrenched their arm free from my grasp. But rather than just up and vanish they grabbed me instead, pulling me away from the townsperson. I try to scream out in desperation but they were ten steps ahead of me and were already frantically tying a strip of cloth around my mouth and wrists.
“Dont give me any more trouble than you already have.” The figure growled, tightening the knot of the cloth around my wrists so tight that it was almost starting to cut off my circulation, a painful reminder of my foolishness to try and confront this foe. “Now you’re going to be a good hostage and not struggle okay?” That was definitely not a question and undoubtedly a command, unfortunately, in my panicked state, I wasn’t just going to be paraded off as a hostage. I rear up my leg and kick at where I THOUGHT the person was but instead swung so hard I fell to the ground with a loud thud, it seemed the person had moved just out of harms way.
“…idiot.” They grab my now bruised arms and haul me up, dragging me away from the park.
I try and make as much noise as possible behind the confines of the cloth but what a cry of help would sound like without anything muffling it came out more like a dying cow—a very quiet dying cow.
“Sorry, bosses orders, no witnesses allowed.”
My eyes widen in panic, was my life going to end so early?
The person senses my panic and understanding of what they had just said and clears their throat, “The less you struggle, the less painful it’ll be.”
My time in the park had now morphed into a death march.

Chapter 2
The whole time we walked in silence, I was mentally preparing myself for the fact that my end was so near meanwhile the person was giving me a small rundown on the situation I had found myself in. Now that I was so close and not thinking of a million other things I could identify the figure as a man and he had been leading me away from the park for about a couple minutes with no tell on where we were going.
“You fool, sticking your nose into business you dont need to get involved with. You could have lived the rest of your life out happily but now I’ll have to end it so early, what a pity.” He scolded, one of his arms hooked into mine to make sure I wouldn’t escape and the other in his coat pocket. His breath curled around his face like smoke from the cold air and I could see a gun tucked into his belt. Best not to anger him anymore then I already had to, I might as well try to stretch out my last moments for as long as I could.
I let out a muffled noise, it was hard to talk with a cloth over my mouth so I couldn’t plead my case or even ask how I would die.
“I’ll take off the cloth if you promise to not scream for help.” He motioned towards the gun sitting at his waist, “otherwise I’ll ignore my promise of letting you live a little bit longer.”
I gulp and nod, the cold starting to sting at my ears. The man starts to untie the cloth and it drops on the floor, I feel my jaw, it felt strange to not have something over it but a relief.
“Who on earth are you?” I ask, it was the first thought that came to mind and I might as well know who my soon-to-be killer was.
The man pauses, thinking about the question for a moment before answering, “Ambrose.”
“Well, Ambrose, where are you taking me?” I almost slap myself, I shouldn’t be polite to someone who wanted me dead but I couldn’t help it.
“To the afterlife.” I see Ambrose smirk underneath the mask that covered his mouth. I could tell he wasn’t going to give me a straight answer anytime soon.
I bite my lip to stop from grumbling, the small metallic tang of blood arising. “I mean the specific place, like to your basement or…God forbid, the chapel.” The ornate building was looming over the town in the distance and was getting closer, so I couldn’t fully rule it out.
“Goodness no, im not that much of a monster.”
“But you’re enough of a monster to kill me.”
“It’s complicated.” Ambrose glances at his watch, he’s close enough to me that I can read the time and it had just struck noon. I scan the surroundings around me, we were in the middle of a field on the outskirts of town, it didn’t look like anyone could be outside and possibly able to save me.
“Hm, its time.”
My eyes widen in panic, expecting to suddenly feel an overwhelming pain in the back of my head and for the world to go black. But nothing happens, and im still alive and standing in the field. I whip my head towards Ambrose and he hadn’t pulled his gun out, but someone else could still be looming in the shadows…creeping…drawing out my ever nearing death until they don’t have to do anything but watch as I’m suffocated by the dread of what was to come.
“H-how painful is my death going to be exactly?” I stammer, clenching my sweaty palms together trying to calm myself down.
He smirks, “Oh, mildly painful but not painless, you did interrupt my mission after all.”
My hearts beating out of my chest now, “what…”
I trail off as I see a figure approaching in the distance, dressed in the same black trench coat that Ambrose wore and the same aura of mystery. We wait in dreadful silence until he’s finally within reasonable earshot.
“Greetings Percival.” Ambrose nods to the figure. I reason that thats the name of the figure, a strange one it is.
“You have the hostage?” Percival asks, now within an arms reach of us. I notice Ambrose subtly lean away from Percival and wrinkle his nose.
“Yes.” He shoves me forwards and I almost trip and fall, my looming death seemed to be as if it was dragging on for eternity. Percival leans forward and whispers something into Ambrose’s ear, I can only catch the word “idiot” as he shrinks back, these two were definitely not on good terms. He pulls back and places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it, a warning to not try to run, I assume he also had a weapon tucked underneath his coat.
“Im sorry that you had to experience the company of such a horrible acquaintance, I promise I wont drag your end out much longer.” His voice was much smoother than Ambrose’s raspy voice and while it sounded like Ambrose either smoked or had bad asthma, it sounded like Percival drank honey tea everyday.
“Now let’s not-“ He suddenly stops mid sentence and his expression goes blank. He hangs in the air for a moment before collapsing on the ground and before me stands a woman wearing a floral dress and holding a bat.
The woman smiles “Sorry about that, it took a little bit to track down Percival’s location and rescue you.”