I did not mean for this to get this angsty i swear
-no idea the lives i’ve taken- (the original line was ‘no idea the lives i’ve leaded) (dont ask how i somehow misheard that there was way too much other sound effects going on)
swc xeno-fi jul 2 daily ‘26
Andrew didn’t deserve this.
Oh, sure, there were people who would say different. People like Ashton and Eve and Kyron that would pat him on the shoulder and assure him that even if he did things that were unforgiveable, he was alright at heart, wasn’t he? He had to be. Because he helped take Anomaly away and because it was his job -
But then, why did he always - always feel this emptiness in his stomach with every smile he gave? He wanted to have fun, sure. But - but he knew that this all had to fade away soon. Like everything else. Like his home and his family. He didn’t deserve a happy ending, because he had ended people, for goodness sake -
He sighed. In the cold winter air, he could see his breath, white smoke poisoning the air, poisoning everyone around him. The air was always something took for granted, he mused, even though it was so powerful. It could go everywhere, do everything unapologetically. Unlike it, his reach was limited. He couldn’t do anything but stand there as his victims cried out their last wishes, their last requests. Stood there. Why did he always stand there?
Why was he always there, anyway?
He was waiting outside his and Ashton’s house - they were roommates. He had rung the doorbell a while ago, and Ashton hadn’t answered. He didn’t particularly like being in public very much, what with all the awkward glances and the frowns and the avoidance. They knew that he only took on jobs that ended actually evil people, but being around a fully licensed killer probably was worrying. He knew he would be scared, too.
He looked at the door window. It was covered in the frost, but he could still see himself.
He looked at the mirror, and he saw a man that he didn’t recognize.
He laughed to himself. Finally, Ashton opened the door with a grin as warm as the sun, with all the same kindness and compassion that made Andrew feel sick to his stomach. Ashton - Ashton, he didn’t understand, he never could’ve. He always had these smiles that didn’t have to be faked and this little group of friends that thought everything could be solved with the power of friendship.
They didn’t understand. They didn’t understand the thousands of corpses on his hands.
He sighed. He gave a dull smile, and stepped inside. It was warm inside of he and Ashton’s house, he noticed. Warmer then usual. Maybe that was just because of how cold it was outside. He looked at Ashton again, who was fumbling with the lock on their front door like a loon.
This had to end at some point.
Ashton was grinning, and everything was warm, and he was there, a murderer smack dab in a place where he shouldn’tve been. With friends and a job.
This had to end at some point.
Ashton walked into their house, practically dragging Andrew along with him, and he showed some snacks he prepared. The gesture made Andrew feel an odd sort of prickle inside of him.
This had to end at some point.
Smiles and warmth and kindness and -
This had to end at some point.
Right?

-xeno fi prompt: foreshadowing-
Selina found herself getting lost in the fires' flames, that night.
Flames had taken away everything. Flames had brought her to a clawed hand that promised safety, before diving in for the kill. She should hate fire, she mused, but as fire had never done anything to her directly she found herself appreciating how beautiful it could be. She leaned in, her black tail flicking as she continued watching the red and orange flicker. At her side, Nora was chatting away with Benjamin, speaking about the day's adventures.
Selina couldn't care less, personally. Adventures were interesting from an outsider's perspective, sure, but fighting dragons and the evil lord of the week all sort of flicked by like pages in a book. They got her blood pumping and her sword swinging, and then they were just gone.
Selina hummed contentedly. It wouldn't be so bad to just rest here by the fire forever. Distracted by her conversation, Nora turned to Selina.
“You look like you're thinking about something.” Nora said, almost like a question. Selina drew her ears back, bothered. “Don't give me that look, Sel, you know I don't like seeing you so bothered.”
“I'm not bothered,” Selina said. It was the truth. How come some people just didn't understand that others could find comfort in having some personal space? She hissed at Nora, who winced.
Okay. Maybe she was a little bit bothered. But it wasn't even her fault.
“Ouch,” Benjamin put in, extremely helpfully.
“Dollar for your thoughts?” Nora asks.
“The phrase is ‘penny for your thoughts’.” Benjamin points out. Nora sticks out her tongue at him.
“Well okay, so what if I want to be richer?”
Benjamin barks out a laugh. “Fair enough, carry on.”
Nora turns back to Selina. “Well?”
Selina frowns at her, but she very unfortunately feels her tail raising up with contentment. “I'm not thinking about anythiing.” Selina responds, voice flat. Nora rolls her eyes, then, points out in a very nerdy fashion:
“It's actually impossible to do that -”
“I'm not thinking about anything notable,” Selina amends. This doesn't seem to satisfy Nora, who puts her hands on her hips and huffs.
“Come on, I saw the look in your eyes! It was all empty and stuff.”
“So I got lost in the fire's flames. So what.”
“….Fair.” Nora says at last, frowning. "Well - fine. If you want to be that way.“
”I already told you, I wasn't thinking about anything interesting,“ Selina protested.
”Yeah, yeah, just teasing." Nora says with a grin. She leans back, taking a fresh gulp of the clean, forest air. Selina doesn't think she had ever breathed air so unpolluted. Nora and Benjamin, on the other hand, took things like this granted. Breathing. Eating.
The thought brings her mood down again. She looks at Nora and Benjamin, who have gone back to bickering about god knows what. They look happy, she notices, far too happy given how dark and cold it is outside. How were they raised, she wonders, to be so carefree, to be so airy? Why are they never on alert? They had never gotten used to it, before. They had never seen how bad the world could be. All the problems they had ever faced were the occasional monster that they could slay easily. Selina wondered, often, how they would see the world different if they weren't so ignorant.
She swallowed, reaching for her cloak pocket. Her paw feels the edge of a blade. She ignores how she pricks her fur. It doesn't hurt all that bad, anyway.
–
The next day, they go out walking again. Selina doesn't see the point to this. The point to adventuring in general, anyways. Wasn't it such a foolish notion, to just go out and flounce in the wild and wait for a man eating ogre to erupt from his cave so you could defeat it? Why go out there and fight threatening things on purpose?
Well. That was a question she should probably be asking herself, as she had been dragged along to this stupid party. She had nothing better to do, she admits to herself. She very well couldn't go back to normal creature society, after all.
After fighting some low level goblins, they take a rest by a nearby cave. It's home to some ants, that Selina instantly crushes under her paw. She finds some amusement at watching the others' horrified expressions as she shows the corpses to them.
“Well, I'm going to go to the brook for some fish.” Benjamin says, walking out with a fishing rod in hand. Selina doesn't think he'll find any trout, if the lack of bait is any indication.
Nora leans back, blonde hair hitting the grass below. “Oh, yeah. This is the good life,” She sighed contentedly. “How you doing, Selina?”
“Good,” Selina replies. She watches a stinkbug crawl across the top of the cave absentmindedly.
“Good.”
They sit in silence for a moment.
“So…I know you didn't want to tell me at first, for good reason, but now that we're closer…” Selina can already see where this tangent is going, and she does not like it. “Mind telling me a bit about where you came from? It's pretty rare to find a lone cat anthro just…lying around in a secluded, infested forest.”
Selina sighed. Might as well tell her simplified version, to get her off her back. “Had a dad. Mom died during birth. Dad ran away after a bit ‘cause we were poor. Sat around for a bit. Some people - ” Well, actually just one - “helped me. Left when I was old enough. Ended up just walking around for a bit. Went to the forest. Took a nap. Got rudely interrupted by some energetic adventurers.”
“Huh. You still in contact with those people?”
Selina watches the stinkbug let go for just a brief moment, plummeting to its death.
“No.” The lie comes easy.
“Huh. That sucks,” Nora replies, intelligently.
–
The call comes far too late at night. It’s good Selina is crepuscular, or she might've missed it completely. A small, blue orb flies in through the window of her inn room. It plummets to the ground, splashing like a water balloon. Then, from the glowing splatter on the ground, comes a very, very soft voice. Selina recognizes it immediately.
“One forty-seven,” It says.
“Good evening.” It's the middle of the night, actually, but she couldn't care less.
“Progress?”
“Progressing.”
“Such a wordsmith.”
Selina snorts. “Yes, sir.”
“I expect you to be done soon.”
“Of course, sir.”
“You have the packages?”
“Yes, sir.” They came at the inn door moments after she had fully unpacked. Thankfully, the other two had been too engrossed with unpacking themselves that they hadn't noticed.
“Good.” The splash on the ground collects to a blue ball again, and it flies out. Selina sighs, turns to her bed and goes to sleep.
–

-the burning daily prompt: word generator: demonic guitar-
-wdym the ending is bad shhhh-
There is a guitar, hidden within a mess of other objects in a trash pile. Few have ever seen it: to the general public, it looks broken. It looks like it used to be a brilliantly bronze instrument, used to play mesmerizing melodies, but now it is destroyed. However, to some, though it is rare…they see a normal guitar. Bronze, tuned perfectly no matter the time or place. They pick up this natural treasure, ready to sell it to make some money, or even wield it themselves.
Those who pick up the guitar are never seen again.
Slowly, tales of the instrument spread. They speak of fingerprints found on the frets, they speak of desperate scratches on the guitar, they speak of messages written in bl—d, though not in the victim’s handwriting. Messages written in an unrecognizable language. These stories, she knows, are meant to scare people off. To make people fear going to the junkyard, even if they may find tin or copper to sell in small amounts.
Unfortunately, people always want to do what they are told not to do.
More people come to the village. They flock like seagulls, gathering around the mess of metal and trash. They take pictures of the guitar. Some even pick it up, and anyone around them come back to the village, speaking of a perfectly normal journey. They say, “Who are you talking about?” They say, “We have everyone here.” They say they forget about them.
It becomes a widespread attraction. Conspiracy theorists talk of ancient civilizations, with no evidence to back it up. Scientists approach it, but back away, because nobody is brave enough to touch it themselves. Eventually, the town, realizing the popularity that has been gained, use a crane machine to seperate the guitar from the rest of the rubbish. This way, people can gawk at the object that has taken away lives that seem to have been erased from history.
She thinks it is all rather stupid. Why not just avoid the problem altogether? This is the thing that has taken so many, even though all of the victims never even lived a life according to others.
Not many share her opinions, she notices. They reason, if nobody touches it, we will be fine. She knows some fool out there will break it open, though. She knows something bad will happen. Murphy’s Law dictates that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
—
It is called the Guitar Crisis. The news doesn’t cover it, because all the witnesses say nothing went wrong. But cameras catch, briefly, what happens. The guitar stays still in its case, and then all of a sudden, three people close to it just….dissapear. Thankfully the security guard catches this on his phone, because the next time he tries to rerun the footage, it appears to be just another normal video of people watching it.
All of this fuss over a guitar. She goes to the mayor and reasons that they should just destroy the guitar. It has caused so much harm and to be honest even though she pretends she is not she is afraid. Afraid that her friends and family are lost to the primal human trait of curiousity and they go to the guitar and they are ended.
The mayor just laughs and she is shooed.
—
The country the village is from gets into war, and a dispute forms morally. Should the worst of prisoners be sentenced to the guitar? (Goodness, is that a question that she thought would never be said.) Is it morally correct, given that people around them will forget they existed? They test this out a bit, first by taking some foolish volunteer who is a father of a child and he dissapears. The child, in turn, says that he has never known his father and was just adopted by a mother. All around them, they live a generally happy life.
And so. The worst of the prisoners are sentenced, and erased. Easy as that.
—
Her friends go to look at the guitar. She tries to pull them away, but they insist. “It will be fun!” “We will be fine!”
Eventually, she is convinced.
—
The next day, she sighs to herself, wishing she had some friends in this dreary town.
—
She wonders, sometimes, if she used to have a bigger family, and if she simply forgot them.
—
A man comes to where the guitar is being showcased, late at night. Nobody sees him in the security cameras. Everybody forgets him the moment they look away. He goes to the guitar, smashes the case open, takes the guitar and dissapears in thin air, along with the instrument.
—
In the day, nobody remembers any guitar. She smiles, laughs with her friends and personally, she is happy that man took the guitar away. She is the one who asked him to, anyway.

-Interviewing another cabin daily with @Alfalfa78 -

Q: whats ur favorite school subject and why?

Bea - my favorite subject would have to be english. i like it a lot because i love reading and writing a lot (shocking, i know). i love reading classic literature (even if it's hard to understand on the first read through) and dissecting themes/motifs/etc has always been fun for me! i have written many essays about certain themes/motifs that caught my eye or interest before lol.

Patches(me) - my favourite subject is also english, or science because for english i just really like writing essays and figuring out all the schematics, and writing fiction has always been REALLY fun for me hehe. i like science because all the weird things the universe interest me a lot.



Q: what’s ur favourite thing to do in ur free time(besides writing)?

Bea - Probably crochet! I'm definitely a beginner, but it's very fun and very mindless. Even if it's made me learn that I can't count (which is ironic, since math is probably my second favorite subject haha). So I end up having to use a billion stitch markers to keep track of where I am. But when I'm not crocheting, I'm probably dancing haha. I love dance a lot. I do ballet, jazz, tap, and contemporary and even if I love them all equally, contemporary is probably my favorite one to do lol.

Patches - ooh crochet is cool! i also like crochet but it’s definitely not a hobby like i can only do one row single stitch or a chain ToT for me it’s probably drawing, I do it almost as much as writing. I usually didn’t draw at all, the only reason I started was because I got REALLY bored during last summer and ended up getting obsessed(i used to be a chronic stick figure superhero artist). I also scroll on scratch mwehehe >)

Bea - Ooh, drawing is fun! I definitely don't do it as much as I used to, but I still like to doodle! Hmm.



Q: Do you have a favorite movie or TV show?

Patches - Ooohh good question! I’m not really sure for a movie, I have a lot that I can’t choose but some of my favorites are The Truman Show, The Breakfast Club and The Terminal. For TV show IDK if this counts but I really like the Ace Attorney anime, but if it has to be something that isn’t an adaptation uhhh like Voltron or documentaries are cool, like the white hat black hat one (i forgot what it was called sigh) wbu? Any movies or tv shows you like?

Bea - Interesting! I didn't know that Ace Attonery had an anime adaption! That's pretty cool . Favorite move probably has to be Captain America: The Winter Soldier, but the original/first Avengers movie is also a close second. TV show wise, I have a lot more that I like haha. I like Psych, Monk, and Perry Mason a lot. Mystery and/or crime solving shows are very fun for me. I also like Star Wars Rebels, The Bad Batch, and the Clone Wars! You would never guess, but I'm a star wars fan haha.



Q: what's your favorite season and why?

Patches: For me, my favorite season is probably autumn! It’s just very pretty and its the period when i get to reunite with school friends, regain an actual rhythm in my life, and just makes my life a lot more busy yknow? Yeah I’m one of those people who like always having something to do even if it’s not very fun ;-; it’s also when my birthday happens I like winter too, but not as much because…brr cold. What about you?

Bea: Ooh autumn is totally fair. My favorite has got to be winter. I prefer the cold because it means I get to bundle up in a bunch of blankets and wear fuzzy socks all the time. I'm also free from bugs and insects, which is nice because mosquitos bite me all the time in the warm months ;-; also snow!!! I love snow, but I don't get it very often (and when I do it's like than an inch or two) but when it does come, I'm always super happy haha. Hmm.



Q: What's your favorite food? Or flavor/type 

Patches: (sorry for late reply i got blocked) My favorite is probably sushi! I like the variety and flavor, and my favorite is anything salmon or tobiko DD Another one I like is takoyaki, its just way too hot for me ToT. Uhh for flavor I like anything salty hence why I like sushi lol.

daily jul 5
vigilantes - sequel
“Hey, Anomaly?”
It was just him and Kyron on the roof of the latter’s labratory, watching the sun set. They did this nearly every evening, talking about gods knows what. Anomaly used to do this with Abstract, too. The habit was…nice.
“Yeah?” Anomaly was leaned back, and he took a sip of his strawberry lemonade before turning to his boyfriend. Kyron pushed up his glasses, looking a bit nervous about what he was going to say next. “Come on, you can tell me. I won’t mind.”
“…Do you…ever feel…guilty? About everything that you’ve done?” The phrase would’ve sounded insulting if it came from anyone else, but Anomaly understood. Kyron had messed up just as much as he had. He was asking for closure, which was the one thing Anomaly couldn’t give him. They were both horrible people, but in the end, most deserved a second chance. He voiced this thought, and Kyron gave a little shrug.
“…I guess I understand what you mean,” Kyron amends. “But…I don’t know. I know that everyone still thinks I’m good enough for- for this,” He gestures to everything around him. “When I don’t think I am.”
Anomaly takes another long sip. “Everyone has their reasons. I was angry because of what FTD did, but in the end, I guess I understood what he did. We’re all just one big pyramid of little mistakes. We have to forgive each other at some point or it’ll just get worse.”
“So you’re saying the only reason villains can be forgiven is because it’ll get worse otherwise?”
“Well…” Anomaly thinks this over. “Not really, I guess. Sure, that’s part of it, but if people do something bad enough without good enough reason…they don’t deserve forgiveness, you know? People have to be merciless to the merciless, but good enough for the good enough.”
Kyron looks at the sunset again. Then, he gives a little laugh. “Why do you always know what to say, ‘nomaly?”
“I’m just good like that.” Anomaly says smugly. Kyron laughs again, and he leans back next to him. His blue hair tickles Anomaly’s ear.
He smiles fondly at him. “You’re really nice, Anomaly.”
“Only as nice as you deserve,” Anomaly says with a one shouldered shrug. “You know me. All ruthless otherwise or whatever.”
“Yeah, yeah…It’s nice though, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
Kyron cups his fingers into a circle, lining the edge of the setting sun. “That we can just be happy like this, despite everything we’ve done.”
“When you say that it sounds illegal.” Anomaly deadpans, and Kyron laughs, flicking his forehead playfully. He leans his head on Anomaly’s shoulder, and the touch doesn’t even make Anomaly wince. It would’ve in the past, before his penance, before they forgave him. But now, he didn’t really mind, all that much.
Yeah. It was nice, huh?
Kyron gives him a little peck on the cheek, and they watch the sunset together. They are quiet, but it is a quiet shared by two, and that is good enough.

-the burning prompt: take a character you've explored before and have them lose the thing that matters most to them. -

Miles is sure he must be hallucinating. Perhaps his head hadn’t quite healed from the lack of air from the elevator, because this is all so disorienting. Because surely when he looks ahead, as the white lights of the hospital needle into his eyes, and the nurse says ‘Your father was killed’, she is lying. Because when he thinks back to it his father was alive. His father was smiling at him like always. His father will be there today when he is healed and he will reach out and pick him up like he always does.
Nothing will change. It is all so contradictory.
He stops believing in this at the funeral.
His father never was a particularly rich man, but they always had enough. They had each other and always, that was enough. Why did they need anything more? Still, that meant the funeral was small, reserved for close family. By family, it meant only him and his grandmother. He can feel her hand, comforting on his shoulder, but it is not enough. He does not need comfort. He needs his father, who is lying in that casket, never to breathe again.
And now, it is even worse, because when he thinks back to that day he remembers what he held in his hand. He remembers throwing it and he remembers that sharp sound that keeps him up at night because even though it is so ridiculous -
One gunshot. A bullet to the heart. Nothing else found at the scene. Open and shut, like his father would say, his father who he - who he…killed.
That is all Manfred von Karma says to him, too. That he deserved nothing because he killed his father and he should be grateful, grateful for this father who stands over him, so looming, so powerful. A 32 year long win record. He was untouchable, he was cold, and Miles was to smile through the grief and the pain.
He lost everything and nothing is familiar and he cannot get used to this and just throw away his whole life and why does everything hurt so much? Why does he cry himself to sleep like he is a child? He has enough to eat here, and the best education he can ask for, and a sister that he loves, and a father that he respects. He has everything, but there is no home without his father, he realizes, his real father.
He does not deserve anything, and it hurts. He has more then he will ever need, and it hurts. All of it. Far too much. He grieves for a least a year before he changes under his mentor’s rule and he casts it away as just another event in his life.
He is a prosecutor. In a few years, he will be the best, just under his mentor. He knows his father will be dissapointed. He does not care. He will not care. He refuses to care.
—
It has been fifteen years since the DL-6 incident, and Miles stops having nightmares. Everything hurts just a bit, his pain coming from deep below when he recalls those events, so surreal it is like it has happened yesterday. and Miles turns to Manfred von Karma and points at him and says he is the killer of his father. Just when he got a new guardian and got used to him. But this time, he feels nothing more than a vicious satisfaction at putting him behind bars.
He is past his ways.
—
He visits his father’s gravestone, with his favorite flowers - cherry blossoms. He still remembers, after all these years, but he feels nothing more then guilt. He has ignored his father all these years, even beginning to believe the notion that all defense attorneys were worthless, that he was ill-bred because his father was disgusting. He was not. He was the best person he knew. He tightens the grip around his umbrella, listening to the raindrops fall on it, deep in thought.
He stares at the gravestone. He died far too early.
Then, he speaks. He knows it is stupid, but there is nobody around and he has to say something.
“Greetings, Father.”
The gravestone watches, stagnant.
“I…I’m sorry,” he chokes out, and he feels his eyes growing heavy with fought back tears, nearly two decades delayed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being too weak to save you, even if I was just a child. I’m sorry for believing everything Manfred von Karma taught me. I’m sorry for getting tens of innocents guilty. I’m sorry for avoiding the thought of you after - after the incident, and pretending you were disgusting and - and just vermin.” he reaches into his pocket, for his prosecutor’s badge. “I’m sorry. I will never be half the man you were, Father.”
A brief silence.
“I became a prosecutor,” he decides to explain. They have far too long to catch up on. “I have a sister now, Father. I’m sure you remember how much I wanted one.” He used to badger him all the time on getting a sister somehow. “…I was going to become like Mr. von Karma, Father. But…” A royal blue color flashes into mind. “Someone saved me. He saved me from going too far, and for that I am eternally grateful.”
…
“I wish we had more time, father.” All of a sudden, he is far too tired. He feels he has been carrying this burden his entire life and now that he has started to get it off everything it just…exhausting. “I wish when I had more independence, I investigated the incident myself. But I didn’t want anything to do with it anymore.”
He laughs to himself, quietly. “It is sad, isn’t it? Just avoiding the problem. I wanted a new life as Miles Edgeworth, honorary von Karma, perfect win record, crushing defense attorneys under my shoe one by one.”
…
He kneels down again. It is hard to say, but he forces it out anyway. “I love you, Father. I always did. I pretended I didn’t because Mr. von Karma said I shouldn’t. But I do.”
It will get easier. The grief he has dug will get easier.
Someday.

weekly writings:
-Journaling-
(i chose stream of consciousness journaling)
okay hey guys so honestly im like tired right now but im also really tired for a very long time. my sleep schedule has been messed up for a while lol probably not as much as my sister bc she just came back from japan. speaking of my sister i wonder how she’s doing. personally i’m doing. well i’m tired. i already said that huh
anyways i want to play ace attorney but also i have no motivation. i’m on miles edgeworth investigations but i just want to be DONE with it already so i can play apollo justice trilogy so i can actually get caught up on what is going on lol.
mainly bc i want to write a continuation for my original trilogy swap au fanfic
not to say miles edgeworth trilogy is bad tho. it also breaks third case curse in my opinion at least for the captive turnabout i thought that was interesting and it DID tie into the general narrative bc it introduced fender
btw the names in the official translation are not as good as the ones in the fan in my opinion. ‘raymond shields’ is really aura but ‘eddie fender’ is just low effort. ‘a defender’ really?
also sebastian(eustace) is DEBESTE. not a winner. DEBESTE>
anyways
yeah. wish i had the fan translation.
hmmmmm i feel dissasociative rn. do u guys ever feel like that? like none of what is going on is real? soemtimes I wonder what conscious really is but i’m too tired to be philosphical lol. every time i have a long (more than one night) trip somewhere without my family or anything blatantly familiar like uh school camps i dissasociate when i come back. i look at my hands and wonder if they’re real or not?? like am i a brain in a jar or something???
…man tdl is so cool. he gains so much aura and he’s also just generally fun to draw. tsc is cool too. and vic…
i saw an ace attorney headcanon that read ‘franziska has a small crush on miles tho she would never admit it’ and i gagged like bro who ships them eww eww ew ew ew they are SIBLINGS
also franmaya is more canon smh
im starting to like fradrian more tho
anyways why do all my thoughts revolve around ace attorney. thats like really weird. i’m weird guys.
speaking of that. i might want to get an autism diagnosis but i can’t bc
1. expensive
2. america has bad diagnosing system(they will say u have it just to satisfy u)
3. prolly just teenage hormones messing with my head…or are the hormones convincing me that I don’t have it? Or like not even hormones just normal thoughts?
anyways i might also be depressed which hey. is just a very normal thing for teenagers to do right.
wdhwdhwd i wish i was smaller again. i was so happy then. now im just the quiet kid in the corner with only like one friend. the weirdo with the undersleeping, overeating problem lmao
okay that got depressing shhhhhh. im so good at self care guys trust me. then again i do feel better now that i’ve put this down
my hands hurt from all this typing im going to take a break now, i’m over 500 words anyways

-2026 reflection -
this year dude. it was…honestly just mid. sure i had my highs but i feel like they could’ve been so much better you know? a bit motivator in my life is friends and since I moved away last year I had to suffer with making new friends. A lot of dramatic stuff happened too, which made me enter depressive states for weeks on end.
sure. i had my lows. but it was also nice. i played a new game, my drawing skills went up, i locked in on scratch. i started a dnd campaign with one of my old friends from my other school
heck. i really miss my old friends now that i’m thinking about it.
(okay why am I writing this like my stream of consciousness journal. let me lock in)
Lots of things happened. Lately my grandparents came over, and I don’t like them very much .I can tell they’re trying their best to get to know me better but the language barrier just isn’t doing it. I can understand them, sure, and say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but my nai nai(dad’s mom) keeps trying to buy away my respect and it’s…not working.
I also improved my writing skills like a heck ton! For about three months my writing was BAD bad but then it slowly got better, and I really like my writing style now. (before that bad period my writing was good too sigh).
Also. Back to drawing skills. I can sort of draw eyes now! And hair! And anatomy but a really bad version of it! And hands sort of but only flat palm poses or fists closed smh.
UGHHH talking about the depressing stuff earlier makes me ignore all the good stuff that happened. Okay. A good thing sort of is that someone who didn’t like me bc i reported him for spamming paragraphs of ‘67’ in an official school chat kept annoying me and finally i broke and snapped a pencil in front of him and he stopped bothering me! I felt so girlboss after that lol.
Another good thing. I got the ipad I’m writing this on. That’s fun. Because my old computer got smashed y my dad because I didn’t study for a music exam.
It does have a screen limit tho…
Also I got roblox back. don’t tell my parents shhhh
also i figure out my identity a bit more. slightly. honeslty i’m probably just nonbinary, pan and poly but i’m figuring it out lol
honestly? if I had to rate my year out of ten I’d say 4/10. Sure those other stuff were good but they were kind of small compared to everything else. and me being a teenager with angry hormones is sure to ruin some things yeah? I think this year was honestly average but my dumb brain is focusing on all the bad things.
Oh. Speaking of. I also figured out I’m unnervingly self aware compared to other people. I know way too much about myself besides my identity/sexuality
And that concludes my self care week! I know i know I barely scraped the word minimum but…shh alright?
Btw u may be asking ‘what dude how are u already done’ to which i say I took a half asleep nap while listening to music for an hour, i drew for an hour(i assume that counts as coloring), and i took a walk with my fam (- grandparents) for like an hour. So yeah! Already did everything mwehehe.
And that was my year in review! Hope you don’t mind that it’s not very professional journaling…

-weekly writings-
-Journaling-
(i chose stream of consciousness journaling)
okay hey guys so honestly im like tired right now but im also really tired for a very long time. my sleep schedule has been messed up for a while lol probably not as much as my sister bc she just came back from japan. speaking of my sister i wonder how she’s doing. personally i’m doing. well i’m tired. i already said that huh
anyways i want to play ace attorney but also i have no motivation. i’m on miles edgeworth investigations but i just want to be DONE with it already so i can play apollo justice trilogy so i can actually get caught up on what is going on lol.
mainly bc i want to write a continuation for my original trilogy swap au fanfic
not to say miles edgeworth trilogy is bad tho. it also breaks third case curse in my opinion at least for the captive turnabout i thought that was interesting and it DID tie into the general narrative bc it introduced fender
btw the names in the official translation are not as good as the ones in the fan in my opinion. ‘raymond shields’ is really aura but ‘eddie fender’ is just low effort. ‘a defender’ really?
also sebastian(eustace) is DEBESTE. not a winner. DEBESTE>
anyways
yeah. wish i had the fan translation.
hmmmmm i feel dissasociative rn. do u guys ever feel like that? like none of what is going on is real? soemtimes I wonder what conscious really is but i’m too tired to be philosphical lol. every time i have a long (more than one night) trip somewhere without my family or anything blatantly familiar i dissasociate when i come back. i look at my hands and wonder if they’re real or not?? like am i a brain in a jar or something???
…man tdl is so cool. he gains so much aura and he’s also just generally fun to draw. tsc is cool too.
i saw an ace attorney headcanon that read ‘franziska has a small crush on miles tho she would never admit it’ and i gagged like bro who ships them eww eww ew ew ew they are RELATED
also franmaya is more canon smh
im starting to like fradrian more tho
anyways why do all my thoughts revolve around ace attorney. thats like really weird. i’m weird guys.
speaking of that. i might want to get an autism diagnosis but i can’t bc
1. expensive
2. america has bad diagnosing system(they will say u have it just to satisfy u)
3. prolly just teenage hormones messing with my head…or are the hormones convincing me that I don’t have it? Or like not even hormones just normal thoughts?
anyways i might also be depressed which hey. is just a very normal thing for teenagers to do right.
wdhwdhwd i wish i was smaller again. i was so happy then. now im just the quiet kid in the corner with only like one friend. the weirdo with the undersleeping, overeating problem lmao
okay that got depressing shhhhhh. im so good at self care guys trust me. then again i do feel better now that i’ve put this down
my hands hurt from all this typing im going to take a break now, i’m over 500 words anyways

-2026 reflection -
this year dude. it was…honestly just mid. sure i had my highs but i feel like they could’ve been so much better you know? a bit motivator in my life is friends and since I moved away last year I had to suffer with making new friends. A lot of dramatic stuff happened too, which made me enter sad states for weeks on end.
sure. i had my lows. but it was also nice. i played a new game, my drawing skills went up, i locked in on scratch. i started a dnd campaign with one of my old friends from my other school
heck. i really miss my old friends now that i’m thinking about it.
(okay why am I writing this like my stream of consciousness journal. let me lock in)
Lots of things happened. Lately my grandparents came over, and I don’t like them very much .I can tell they’re trying their best to get to know me better but the language barrier just isn’t doing it. I can understand them, sure, and say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but my nai nai(dad’s mom) keeps trying to buy away my respect and it’s…not working.
I also improved my writing skills like a heck ton! For about three months my writing was BAD bad but then it slowly got better, and I really like my writing style now. (before that bad period my writing was good too sigh).
Also. Back to drawing skills. I can sort of draw eyes now! And hair! And anatomy but a really bad version of it! And hands sort of but only flat palm poses or fists closed smh.
UGHHH talking about the depressing stuff earlier makes me ignore all the good stuff that happened. Okay. A good thing sort of is that someone who didn’t like me bc i reported him for spamming paragraphs of ‘67’ in an official school chat kept annoying me and finally i broke and snapped a pencil in front of him and he stopped bothering me! I felt so girlboss after that lol.
Another good thing. I got the ipad I’m writing this on. That’s fun. Because my old computer got smashed y my dad because I didn’t study for a music exam.
It does have a screen limit tho…
Also I got rob lox back. don’t tell my parents shhhh
also i figure out my identity a bit more. slightly. honeslty i’m probably just nonbinary, pan and poly but i’m figuring it out lol
honestly? if I had to rate my year out of ten I’d say 4/10. Sure those other stuff were good but they were kind of small compared to everything else. and me being a teenager with angry hormones is sure to ruin some things yeah? I think this year was honestly average but my dumb brain is focusing on all the bad things.
Oh. Speaking of. I also figured out I’m unnervingly self aware compared to other people. I know way too much about myself besides my identity/sexuality
And that concludes my self care week! I know i know I barely scraped the word minimum but…shh alright?
btw u may be asking ‘what dude how are u already done’ to which i say I took a half asleep nap while listening to music for an hour, i drew for an hour(i assume that counts as coloring), and i took a walk with my fam (- grandparents) for like an hour. So yeah! Already did everything mwehehe.

-wip writing competition entry-
The forest path started almost a mile away from the quiet, sleepy village of Oakhaven. Oddly enough, the villagers said, the front - where you would enter - was completely flat faced. Not a single tree out of place, like artwork. In the early days of the village, researchers would study it, and they would come back with surreal reports:
“Some of the trails…they just…vanished.”
“The trees switched places - I’m not kidding, I swear!”
“During dusk, I could see…lights. Through the trees. Like a ghoul was watching me and-“
And every single time, there was always one person missing in their party.
Lena ducked under the low, gnarled branches of the first twisted oak tree.
The air thickened with the scent of rain, even though not a single cloud was visible through the leaves above. All the familiar sounds of the day - chirps, laughs, the hiss of baking bread- fell away until all Lena could hear were her own feet padding silently into the thick muddy moss. The narrow path ahead bent and twisted among oddly crooked trees. There was no paved path beneath her feet, but oddly enough, nothing blocked the journey ahead. Not even a single path of wildgrass.
She had snuck away during the night. Not a soul had noticed her.
With every foot she traveled into the woods, the trunks grew taller and more strangely twisted than the last. One tree curled downwards, forming a sort of hollow gateway, while another was covered in what seemed to be hundreds of doors. Lena tried to open them, and, eventually, she gave up and left. That was when she heard the sound of a hundred closing doors.
She turned back, and the tree was gone.
She clutched her poncho closer to her chest.
Every few steps, something had shifted. A stone she could have sworn she'd passed already sat beneath a different tree. Branches arched overhead where moments before there had been open sky. Even the moss beneath her boots seemed to ripple ever so slightly, as though settling after she'd stepped across it. The entire forest felt like one disorienting maze, straight out of a nightmare.
She resisted the urge to look behind her.
She continued deeper, when, just beside the trail, a light appeared. It was a lantern, floating in the air without anything holding it, its surface glowing with a faint blue light. It moved ahead of Lena for a few yards, paused as if to be sure she followed, and then continued on into the deeper woods.
Lena tried her best to ignore it.
When the lantern continued to float along with her just off the path, she decided that perhaps there was no harm in following the faint glow - even if it was odd. She stepped toward it, and it continued on its way.
The trees had been growing progressively larger and more surreal with each mile. One appeared to be shedding its bark- another seemed to weep a thick, dark sap that dripped. Somehow, the drops hung motionless on the branches. Another had dozens of mismatched arms growing from its trunk, reaching out in all directions as if in prayer or agony.
She passed through an opening in the trees, and Lena found herself standing in a clearing that was strewn with stone figures, covered in vines and bluish moss out of the thin cracks.
One was of a grotesque owl with the body of a deer. Another was an unnervingly fox-like creature made entirely of what appeared to be polished clouds, and a third had far too many arms, all pointing towards different points in the compass, all fixed with a silent stone finger. As Lena crossed the clearing, every statue turned in unison, their unblinking stone eyes fixed on her. There was no discernible expression on their stone faces, only the steady, unnerving stare.
Lena quickened her pace.
The forest became even stranger than before. Leaves drifted upwards from the ground as if they were trying to escape the forest, and shadows crawled up the tree trunks like black vines with an unnerving slow ease. A stream flowed in the center of the woods, but its water didn’t seem to flow on the ground but instead seemed to hang suspended in the air in glittering ribbons of glass, shimmering and twisting around the rocks without ever touching them.
Lena hesitantly reached out her hand. The water was completely dry.
She quickly snatched her hand back, trying to understand how something that looked like water could feel completely solid. Far off in the distance, the sound of bells began to chime.
One,
Two,
Three.
The bells rang out from every direction at once. The trees began to press in on Lena from both sides until the narrow trail turned into a claustrophobic tunnel of branches.
She ran. She ran as fast as she could, regretting ever wanting to go inside this haunted domain.
Faint faces began to peer out from the bark of the trees, not living faces, but carved wooden masks with hollow eyes. They swayed back and forth on strings that seemed to materialize from nowhere. All the masks turned as Lena ran past, faster then before, ignoring the fear that terrorized her.
Each face was carved with the same expressionless grimace, and each mask had no mouth, and yet, Lena heard whispering. It wasn’t real words she was hearing, just faint voices whispering on the wind in a language that sounded like static. The whispering followed her, growing ever louder and more insistent.
Eventually the floating lantern disappeared altogether, fading out of existence. The sunlight quickly began to fade from the trees and, in a blink, it was dark.
Lena could now see, just ahead of her, a single iron gate. There was no wall connected to it, just the gate itself, standing starkly in the middle of the empty forest. It creaked open as she approached- nothing seemed different about the other side. She stopped, her poncho flowing in the wind.
She walked through, and the world suddenly shifted.
The whispering stopped, the bells went silent, the leaves stopped their ascension and settled gently to the ground. All of a sudden, Lena was where she started - in front of the forest. Behind her, there was no iron gate.
It was replaced by a dirt path leading back the way she had come.
Relief washing over her, Lena hurried back to her village. As Lena walked into town, people stopped and stared. One old woman dropped a basket of apples. A small child immediately scurried behind his father. Finally, a man in the front of the crowd spoke in a hushed whisper, glancing towards the mess of trees nervously.
“Someone made it out.” It was not a question.
“Made it out of what?” Lena asks, a bit uncomfortable under the scrutinization.
“The forest.” Another man, older, says. He points a gnarled finger toward the forest, and he blinks, slowly. “Nobody has made it out of the forest. Ever.”
Lena pauses, not sure if he was kidding. She waited for the punchline. Then, when it did not come, she laughs, nervously. “I was just in there.” She said. But now that she was thinking back to it, there were no coherent memories from when she was in there. There was…a lantern? Something blue…
“No,” The child behind his father said, voice soft as a feather. Lena is snapped out of her thoughts, and she stares down at him. “You couldn’t have.”
“I’m…sorry?” Something felt wrong.
Lena turns back to the forest, wary. Deep within the darkness, a blue light flickers on. It blinks.
One,
Two,
Three.
Then, every single tree turned toward the village.

wonderland weekly - 2257 words
-reverse world(i did a reverse au of one of my universes)-
“Sir,”
Ashton turns, swinging in his chair with a glass in hand. He swishes the liquid inside around a couple times, his gaze airy, not even fixed on the speaker. “What is it?” He asks, his voice soft, controlled. It’s been years since he’s had to yell. He has enough control that nobody would dare to make him yell.
“The reports have come back.” The mousy assistant mutters, handing a few pieces of paper. Ashton takes them, flicking through the contrite words. The report itself is from a certain asssassination request. Ashton chuckles slowly as he looks through the pictures.
“Good. Tell him he can keep his job.” He hands the papers back and the assistant scurries away, leaving Ashton to look at the city that he controls once more.
Not for long, if that wretched ‘hero’ kept continuing on his path. Anomaly - he was annoying, to say the least. So fixated on this idea of a perfect city with not a hint of crime, or at least none coming from Ashton himself. Funny. Like that would ever happen. Ashton’s control over the city was decades long. It was, at this point, a fact of life itself. He could stroll down the streets and tell someone to wipe his boots and someone would do so.
Which meant he also had enough control over the military.
“Send some people toward him,” Ashton orders, to no one in particular. He gestures vaguely to a rushing figure in a cloak from down below in the streets, floors and floors below them. He already knows it’s Anomaly, by the way he walks, the scars along his arms when he runs. He sees someone nod in affirmation from the corner of his eye, before picking up a phone to call someone. Ashton simply watches, hoping this nuisance would be out of his eyesight soon.
-villain backstory-
He didn’t like issues with his life. Breaks in a perfect daily pattern.
That had happened ever since he was young.
He wasn’t born powerful. Nobody was, he mused. You could be born to powerful parents, but if you were useless yousrself, you would get kicked down in this city in time. Ashton himself was born from mere commoners, people that had nothing to do but get pushed around.
He was supposed to be pushed around, too. He was unlucky enough to start in a life where nobody really expected much from him. Though, he supposed, that was for the best. That way, people underestimated him. That way, people didn’t expect him to destroy them all.
Because, despite his constant hunger and his weak, thin limbs and the haze over his orange eyes that only belonged to beggers on the streets - he was smart. He knew how to haggle. He knew how to smile just the right way, how to charm a lady or a man or anybody into pulling a seat for him.
Which was how he got here, he supposed. In a chair, overwatching the city that had looked at him in disgust. He feels a sort of sick satisfaction at that. The people that expected him to bow before them. Now, they worked under him. Everybody worked for him.
Not a soul left unchecked. Not a stone left unturned. Not while he was ruling ever aspect of this city.
And anyways, wasn’t that what he deserved? All this time? This city treated him like trash, so at the same time, why should he have any mercy?
(A never ending spiral of hurt), he thinks to himself, but he still smiles. The city was already doomed. He was just reaping the benefits.
(That kind of man), he heard the others say. He was popular. He was charming. He was fierce. He knew how to survive, so everybody had instantly gotten on their knees.
He lost his family in a fire, he remembers. He doesn’t remember much from back then, mainly because he was pretty sure it was him that had done it in the first place. Done with his weak family he only had one thing on his mind: liberation. To show the city a greater future.
He took a kindness to fire after that day. It was the main way he took down rebellion organizations. Like that disgusting technology corporation. At least through that he had found his daughter, Rielissa, within the ashes.
She was out on a mission, now. He ought to contact her.
-exchanging letters-
Dear Rie,
This is Ashton. Just wanted to check up on you, being your father and all. I hope your mission is doing well. I’m doing alright over here.
Sincerely,
Ashton Vynoliz

Father,
I’m doing okay. I’ve been tracking the target for a while now, but I can never really get him alone. I think today is the day, though. And I’m glad to hear operations have been optimal.
(is optimal the word?)
Sincerely,
Rielissa

Dear Rie,
Yeah, optimal’s the word. I’m glad you’ve been learning. You didn’t even know how to read or write when I found you, did you remember? Though I shouldn’t be surprised. Illiteracy is shockingly common in this city. Good luck on your mission. I know you’ll do your best.

Father,
Of course. I’ve been studying in my free time with that book you gave me. Sometimes I don’t have light, but that’s stopped a while ago after I nabbed someone’s lantern. (Hopefully he doesn’t miss it!) I study late at night. A new word I learned was rooftop. I keep getting that confused with just the word ‘roof’, but i figured out a trick with the top part by imagining it as a square, and the top of above the area of it…
Ah, I’m rambling. Whoops. You know I do that a lot, Father. And thank you. I’ll try my best. Now that I think about it, I think I heard him say a hangout with his friends was almost over. Maybe I can do it now.

Dear Rie,
It’s good to hear you’ve been studying! And yeah, better early anyways - I can’t wait to see you again. Love you, Liz.

Father,
I completed the mission and I’ll be back home in an hour or so. Love you too.

-introduce mythical creature-
Ashton smiles at the newest letter from Rielissa, folding the parchment between his fingers absentmindedly. Everything had worked as he planned, raising Rielissa. He never really had something to care for before, so he was glad at least one thing had worked. And he did truly love his daughter.
He glanced down at his hand again, and barely even flinched when he saw a small dragon clutching his arm, crawling up to the glass in his other hand. He picks it up by the scruff, getting a few cuts from the scales but nothing fatal. He placed it next to his seat - it hissed, sparks flying out of its nose. Ashton smiled at it, wondering how it got in - maybe through the vents? A good enough dragon could melt the metal plates from outside the building, after all.
He nodded at the deduction, turning outside to the city. He might keep this dragon, he thinks to himself, it it truly was as strong as he thought. He rubs the dragon’s head absentmindedly, and it slowly goes to sleep - a strategy he’s learned from his days when his parents, menial dragon workers that cleaned their stables, brought him along so he would be safe. Like he wasn’t so weak as to need protection out there.
The dragon draws one last smoky breath in, before falling asleep. And Ashton simple watches the city go by, slightly content by this new addition to his life.
“Get me some dragon supplies,” he tells to his workers, who have decidedly not noticed the dragon. However, when one turns, looking slightly confused - they shriek at the appearance of the dragon. Ashton isn’t particularly surprised. Many feared dragons because of the stories told about them.
Ripping people apart.
Burning towns into ashes.
They didn’t understand. Dragons were just like any other animal. They were only fierce when they were conditioned to be fierce.
“Dragon caring supplies?” Ashton prompts, raising a single eyebrow. The worker yelps, the glint of their glasses reflecting from the city lights. They nod frantically, rushing out the door. Ashton just smiles.
-change pacing of story-
Ashton slowly turns back to the city, the slow creack of his chair following as he does so. He rubs his dry, sleepless eyes that were always alert, even now as they narrow at the slightest blink of a light from an apartment a mile away. Like the distance mattered. He can see every facet of the city from here. He brings his hand to the glass he’s put in his drink holder, his sleeve brushing against the leather seat, making the chair creak a bit more.
He really does need a new seat.
He smiles slightly, bringing the glass to his lips. It’s cold, not like a warm drink would give the same tangy delight that a cold one did. There was something about a cold, refreshing drink that appealed to everyone. Including, obviously, him. He slowly sipped it, exhaling as it parts from him, and he gives a faraway smile as he puts the drink back. His sleeve brushes against the clankly chair once more, but this time, it doesn’t greek. He tightens his sleeve, accidentally doing it too much and cutting off his blood circulation. He pays the action no mind, loosening it just enough. He leans back - his chair creaks - and he winces, ticked off by now. So, he slides off the chair with a fwish, opting to instead stand. A few workers glance, but pay no mind. They shouldn’t. They were taught not to.
Actually, at this point, it was common sense to not comment on anything people did in the city.
He taps his finger against his pant leg - the other one has imprints from the pattern on the chair arm holder, and he looks at them now, fresh and red. Not bleeding, thankfully. He stops tapping his leg, the pain just getting slightly annoying.
-500 word ending-
The city. It was a fickle sort of thing. At any moment it could all come crashing down. Still, Ashton smiles at the sight of it. Not because of his control over it. Not because of the fear that takes over people as he goes about his normal life. Not because he knows the ins and outs over every. Single. Part. Of. It.
It’s because he was raised here.
He wonders to himself, can anybody truly let go of somewhere they were raised? Personally, he doesn’t think so. Especially in a place like this. A place so cruel it was simply perfect. A place so cruel that it weeded out those too weak, and kept only the strong. Kindness. Mercy. It was all simply a fad, a way to convince children to grow up to forgive everybody.
It was wrong.
In this city, if you gave too much to others, you had nothing left for yourself. And nobody wants a nobody.
He sighs forlornely at the thought. Sometimes, he wonders, how it would’ve been different if he was raised in a high ranking family. Would he still be here? Or would he be raised privileged, therefore pretending like everything belonged to him? Would he eventually get kicked down because of how pompous or annoying he would end up?
He scowled. He didn’t like the thought.
He glanced at Anomaly again, still rushing through the city. Slow. Bad posture. If he squinted enough, he could even see his expression - almost excited, confident. He took out his binoculars. Cloak was dirty. He was getting bad looks. Even when he was young and poor, he knew how to look good enough. This Anomaly person - he clearly didn’t.
He glanced at his men on the roof, tracking Anomaly’s every move. He recognized some of them, if only by their eyes. He noticed Rielissa swerving back to the building in a hovercar, and he turns to the worker that operates the hovercar garage on their middle floor. He knows what to do, of course, and he presses the key to open it with a long shuddering creak that he can hear from up here, on the top floor. He should buy soundproof foam. He knew the constant noises of the lower floors distracted the workers, who sat from either side of him, anyway. And he needed them working at their best.
(The noises distracted him, too. Sometimes, they were so noisy he wanted to sit down into a ball and scream. But that was weakness. And weakness was unnaceptable.)
Rielissa will be home soon. His mind feels like it’s in a haze, and he is too tired to grin at the thought. He ignores the feeling, scratching his arm lightly in an attempt to wake him up. This all feels so wrong. Is it because of Anomaly? Because of Rielissa coming home? Because of the * screech of the garage as it opened, making everything twitch, making everything darken? Because of the fact that nobody is there for-
He blinked slowly. He yawned. He rubbed his eyes again. He frowned.
A rupture in his perfect schedule. It happened too often. He didn’t like it.
He turns back to his seat, and sits down.

proof for word count stuff
hhhhhh yes this is very different from my other writing and makes a lot of jokes that you wouldn’t see in normal media….just uhmm….ignore it ok.
6,976 words :0

Chapter 1: summer withdrawal syndrome
 
Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Tuesday, 4:35 AM
breakdance - ughh
artiste - why is your ahh awake at 4 AM on the first day of school
breakdance - couldn’t sleeepppp
breakdance - i don’t want to go to school
artiste - yeah, well
artiste - at least you won’t be on your bum doomscrolling all the time
artiste - wait
artiste - what were u doing before u texted me
breakdance - coughs
artiste - GO TO SLEEP.
breakdance - and why are you awake mr. cop
artiste -
artiste - sigh
artiste - i stayed up too late playing games and chugging energy drinks with my bro
breakdance - you HYPOCRITE
breakdance - tell him hi from me
artiste - lol

Private chat between The Second Coming(artiste) and The Chosen One(Chosen)
Tuesday, 4:50 AM
artiste - green says hi
Chosen - send him the entire bee movie script
artiste - a man of culture i see
artiste - ofc ofc


 Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Tuesday, 4:52 AM
artiste -
breakdance - *
artiste - go to sleep
breakdance - you go to sleep!
artiste - if u do it
breakdance - >
artiste - >
breakdance - fine
artiste - fine!

7:03 AM
localcoder - getting anyone to take care of themselves in here is such a struggle
localcoder - anyways, orange when are u and ur brother gonna pick us up
artiste - brushing my teeth rn
artiste - * i got water on my phone
berryblue - that’s not good!
berryblue - wipe it with a towel or dunk it in some rice
berryblue - it’ll help get it off without damaging the screen!
artiste - ty blue ily ily
berryblue - :3
breakdance - second i’m ready i prepared earlier to save myself the trouble
breakdance - just tell me when you’re by my house
artiste - alr!!
berryblue - i’m ready too!
artiste - slay
artiste - REDDDD u ready @cakefighter
cakefighter - don’t want to wake up
cakefigher - eyes bleary
cakefighter - my back sounds like a drill with how much its cracking when i stretch
artiste - red pls
artiste - ur gonna be late
cakefighter - tireeeddd
artiste - RED
cakefigher - fiiiiiineeeee
cakefighter - sobs
cakefigher - brb
artiste - lesgo
artiste - anyways im ready now, im off to pick yall up!!!
berryblue - thanks for carpooling with us again second!!
artiste - ofc
cakefighter - yess thanks
localcoder - it was nice of u
breakdance - slay
artiste -

Private chat between Alan Becker(cursor) and The Chosen One(Chosen)
Tuesday, 8:21 AM
cursor - pls tell me u got there safe
Chosen - oh hey dad
Chosen - i hit a mailbox but its all good
cursor - what
cursor - i’m sorry?
cursor - chosen?
cursor - was that a joke?
cursor - CHOSEN?

Group Chat: Mercenaries
Members: 4
Description: gc for recovering ace attorney kins
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Tuesday, 8:30 AM
foureyes - primal where are you we’re gonna be late
scribble - sorry sorry i was getting breakfast
scribble - running with cinnamon bun in my mouth right now
scribble - do you think im’ gonna have my anime girl moment where i bump into a girl/boy and all my stuff scatters on the floor
pixelart - ur huzzless ah is not pulling anybody
scribble - HEY
scribble - SCREW YOU #####
pixelart - ouch
safetyhazard - primal stop you’re spreading so much hate
scribble - good
safetyhazard - you’ve grown too powerful…
foureyes - PRIMAL THE BELL JUST RANG
scribble - I’m COMING IM COMING
pixelart - * we’re not passing this year are we
safetyhazard - nope.

Group Chat: nerds and terminators and bisexuality oh my!
Members: 3
Description: objective: make agent not as stuck up
Victim(H4CK3R)
Agent(foureyes)
Mitsi(blossom)
Tuesday, 9:30
H4CK3R - * it
H4CK3R - im so ###### tired
blossom - vic!!
blossom - did u not get enough sleep!!!
H4CK3R - hhhhh
H4CK3R - stardew valley
foureyes - i mean thats based
blossom - no!!
blossom - sleep over video games!!
foureyes - right apologies
H4CK3R - HHHHHHH im so exhausted
H4CK3R - mitsi hold me
blossom - i’m in the middle of social studies love i can not
H4CK3R - but im going to die
blossom - you’re not!!
blossom - i believe in you vic!!
blossom - but get more sleep!! you need it!!
H4CK3R - yes luv ofc luv
blossom - good! now pls pay attention and hold on!!
H4CK3R - hhhhh yess luv
foureyes - you two really are a match made in heaven huh
blossom - hehe
H4CK3R - > huzzless
foureyes - sigh

Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Tuesday, 10:39 AM
artiste - you will not believe what i just witnessed
breakdance - second please
artiste - i was walking to class
breakdance - second i beg of you
cakefighter - ooh whats got green in such a fuss
breakdance - sECOND
artiste - and I saw green very very badly chat up purple
cakefighter - PFFFTT
cakefighter - GREEN HAVENT U HAD A CRUSH ON THEM SINCE LIKE THE FIRST GRADE BAHAHAHA
breakdance - THEY WERENT ANYWHERE NEAR THIS COUNTRY IN FIRST GRADE
cakefighter - im crine
breakdance - all i did was ask how their summer was
breakdance - a lot happened to them over the summer, you know
breakdance - a lot of it negative
localcoder - oh *
localcoder - i was laughing but what happened?
breakdance - it’s not really my place to say
breakdance - i was just comforting them you know?
artiste - aw
artiste - okay i was being mean thats really cute
breakdance - can yall shut
artiste - so cute
localcoder - so cute
cakefighter - so cute
breakdance - at least blue isn’t throwing me under the bus
breakdance - he would never
berryblue - sorry i was in the bathroom
berryblue - so cute
breakdance - UGH
breakdance - anyways. i got their number
artiste - YOOoooOO
cakefighter - absolute player
breakdance - smh
localcoder - green stop pretending we know you have the goofiest grin on right now and are so red in the face you look like a tomato
breakdance - WELL
breakdance - YOU DIDNT HAVE TO
breakdance - YOU DIDNT HAVE TO BETRAY ME LIKE THAT
breakdance - * BESTIE
localcoder - haha

Private chat between Purple(silverwings) and Mango(mangotango)
Tuesday, 11:31 AM
mangotango - hey
mangotango - u doin alr kid?
silverwings - yeah
silverwings - yeah, i think im doing alright
silverwings - i passed navy earlier in the hallway and he didnt look at me
silverwings - which. better then a reprimand but it still hurt a bit
mangotango - well, guess he’s just too cowardous to look you in the eye then
mangotango - let that be his business
silverwings - yeah, i suppose
silverwings - anyways. heading to lunch now
mangotango - have fun kiddo
silverwings - haha
silverwings - yeah, i will
silverwings - ly dad
mangotango - <3

Private chat between Victim(H4CK3R) and The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Tuesday, 11:31 AM
H4CK3R - bro where are you
sithlord - greetings ######
sithlord - sitting alone
sithlord - having my main character moment
H4CK3R - bruh
H4CK3R - come over here
sithlord - really?
H4CK3R - ye ofc
H4CK3R - u always have a place at our table, annoying brother of mine
sithlord - * okay
sithlord - might bring the whole mood down tho
H4CK3R - don’t worry agent does that for us already
sithlord - pfft
sithlord - im gonna tell him u said that
H4CK3R - trust me, he already knows
sithlord - throwing ur friend under the bus? i approve
sithlord - anyways im coming
H4CK3R - good

Private chat between The Chosen One(Chosen) and The Second Coming(artiste)
Tuesday, 11:40
Chosen - second
Chosen - pls help
artiste - omg dont even
artiste - ik what this is about
artiste - dark is at the table next to yours
artiste - you absolute SIMP
Chosen - dude this isn’t something to JOke about
Chosen - he’s way too pretty its unfair
artiste - haha gay
Chosen - like you’re one to talk
Chosen - I need help
artiste - just focus on your lunch
artiste - and stop thinking about him
artiste - wipe him from your mind
Chosen - okay ill try

3:20 PM
artiste - it’s the end of the day how you doing
Chosen - I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM
artiste - DUDE *
artiste - HOLY GAY
artiste - BAHAHAHA
Chosen - STOPPPPP
artiste - im gonna tell dad about this
Chosen - DONT U DARE
artiste - LMAO

Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Tuesday, 3:45 PM
artiste - we still up for that hangout?
localcoder - yup yup
breakdance - obvi
berryblue - wouldn’t miss it!
artiste - and red?
cakefighter - im sorry guys i’m gonna go hang out with the guys from my karate class
artiste - ah thats alr
artiste - thats uhhhh
cakefighter - skeleton, warden
cakefighter - spider
cakefighter - i think they found someone new but i wouldn’t be able to say for sure
berryblue - i hope u have fun red!!
localcoder - don’t die
cakefighter - hey they’re friendly
localcoder - they all scare me
localcoder - sigh. have fun tho
cakefighter - yeah yeah hopefully
cakefighter - we’re gonna play street fighter the whole time win B)
artiste - godspeed
artiste - alr hes offline yall, time to go egg his house
cakefighter - HEY

Group Chat: fauramily
Members: 3
Description: love and joy on planet earth
Alan Becker(cursor)
The Second Coming(artiste)
The Chosen One(Chosen)
Tuesday, 6:10 PM
cursor - lunch is ready
artiste - yes sir
chosen - gimme a sec
artiste - oh?
artiste - what are you scheming?
chosen - nothing dude i just need to log out of smthn
artiste - i bet he’s looking at ———- fanfiction
chosen - EW *
artiste - >
cursor - what’s ——-
chosen - second don’t you dare
artiste - well you see father,
chosen removed artiste from the group chat

Group Chat: Mercenaries
Members: 4
Description: gc for recovering ace attorney kins
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Wednesday, 6:41 AM
pixelart - omg yall i just had the greatest idea

6:50
foureyes - ballista?

foureyes - liz what does this mean
foureyes - why aren’t you at the bus stop yet
pixelart - ok so i might be a bit late
pixelart - i’m not very close to home rn
foureyes - LIZ WHERE ARE YOU
pixelart - i’m
pixelart - i’m on a boat
foureyes - what
pixelart - i’m on. a boat
foureyes - repeating yourself is not clarification liz
foureyes - how exactly did u get on a boat???
pixelart - uhm
foureyes - liz. where are you going
pixelart - idk lemme ask the pilot person
pixelart - he told me to come with him and then he took my wallet and said that was enough payment sooo
foureyes - HELLO??
foureyes - DID U JUST GET KIDNAPPED LIZ???
pixelart - he says to not worry about it! yay
foureyes - BALLISTA.
foureyes - SHARE YOUR LOCATION NOW.
pixelart - yes sir
foureyes -
foureyes - why are you at your older brother’s house
foureyes - take a picture of where you are
pixelart -
foureyes - Liz.
foureyes - you were playing a video game?
pixelart - yeah i thought that was obvious?
foureyes - oh my god
foureyes - we’re actually sliming you out
pixelart - i leveled up :3
foureyes - get to the bus station please.
pixelart - okay

7:01 AM
scribble - BAHAHAHA
scribble - liz you’re amazing
pixelart - i know

Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Wednesday, 10:45 AM
artiste -
artiste - picture moments before disaster
breakdance - second what possessed you to throw your laptop at the teacher
artiste - ur mom
breakdance - okay i walked into that one
breakdance - but also that joke is outdated
artiste - so is the autopsy report
breakdance - what
breakdance - huh
breakdance - is this a new breed of your mom joke where the mom dies?
artiste - PFFT HELLO-
breakdance - what?
berryblue - Green! you don’t know the reference?
breakdance - n
breakdance - no?
berryblue - Uncultured.
breakdance - WHAT
artiste - yeah. UNCULTURED.
breakdance - why am i being ganged up on
breakdance - and by BLUE no less
breakdance - this isn’t my role in the gc
artiste - it is now, mr. uncultured
breakdance - get me out of here
localcoder - wow green even i know that reference thats kind of sad
breakdance - YELLOW TOO???
breakdance - surely red doesn’t know too
cakefighter - ofc i do
cakefighter - you uncultured swine
breakdancer - ;-;
breakdancer - what’s the reference
artiste - oop you set on red’s aa switch
artiste - lemme turn off notifs real quick
breakdance - im sorry?
cakefighter - well you see, green
localcoder - godspeed soldier. see you on the other side
breakdance - uhm
berryblue - good luck!
breakdancer - i’m going to die aren’t i

Chapter 2: the pancake incident

Group Chat: fauramily
Members: 3
Description: love and joy on planet earth
Alan Becker(cursor)
The Second Coming(artiste)
The Chosen One(Chosen)
Thursday, 5:45 AM
cursor - now i have a very unmistakeable, clear question
cursor - and i expect a very good response
cursor - why is there pancakes on the kitchen ceiling?
artiste - …
Chosen - second?
artiste - yeah?
Chosen - run.
cursor - no.
cursor - don’t run.
cursor - kids, i’m not mad
cursor - i just want to know what happened
cursor - kids?
cursor - kids.

Thursday, 6:01 AM
cursor - can you guys just please get ready for school
cursor - i cleaned all of it up
artiste - dad im in the woods
cursor - what?
artiste - its scary here
artiste - so many sounds
artiste - so dark
cursor - second…
Chosen - IGNORE FATHER ILL GET HIM BACK DW DW
cursor - is it too late to send you both to a foster home

Group Chat: nerds and terminators and bisexuality oh my!
Members: 3
Description: objective: make agent not as stuck up
Victim(H4CK3R)
Agent(foureyes)
Mitsi(blossom)
Thursday, 9:30 AM
H4CK3R - it’s been like two days since school started and im already so done
foureyes - what happened this time
blossom - do you need help with something?
blossom - wait is it the body
H4CK3R - no luv i already took care of that
foureyes - what
blossom - okay so what is it?
foureyes - wait
foureyes - no
foureyes - we’re not just moving on from that
H4CK3R - I have to do a group project in social studies
H4CK3R - I can’t do this
blossom - oh that project
blossom - it’s okay victim!! I can help you !!
H4CK3R - how did i ever get so lucky…
foureyes - bro the project is just writing like two paragraphs about something historical that interests you
foureyes - it’s not that hard
foureyes - also pray tell what did u mean by a body
H4CK3R - ok ur just huzzless
blossom - yes agent!! get a partner!! I believe in U!!
foureyes - wh
foureyes - what
H4CK3R - get a partner your life will be better
blossom - yes!
foureyes - i’m not getting peer pressured this early in the morning i refuse
H4CK3R - huzzless behavior!
foureyes left the group chat

Group Chat: Mercenaries
Members: 4
Description: gc for recovering ace attorney kins
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Thursday, 2:35 PM
scribble - i am SO tempted to pie mr. navy in the face omg
safetyhazard - yeah he’s so annnoying
foureyes - idk i think he’s a decent teacher
safetyhazard - ugh you have the worst taste
foureyes - smh


Private chat between Purple(silverwings) and Green(breakdance)
Thursday, 3:32 PM
silverwings - hey is this green?
breakdance - thats me yeah
breakdance - is this purple?
silverwings - yup
breakdance - nice
breakdance - glad this wasn’t a fake number haha
silverwings - cmon u think i would do that to u
breakdance - well
breakdance - not really
breakdance - but anything can happen!
silverwings - true
silverwings - do u get fake numbers often?
breakdance - ;-;
breakdance - unfortunately
breakdance - my reputation is not all whimsy and dreams, purp
silverwings - you are pretty popular huh
silverwings - im new to this school so i don’t know any of the cliques ;-;
breakdance - i could introduce you to my friendgroup if you’d like!
breakdance - i think they’d like you
silverwings - aw really
silverwings - that would be nice
breakdance - ofc haha
breakdance - tomorrow during lunch?
silverwings - yeah!
breakdance -

Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Thursday, 3:38 PM
breakdance -
breakdance -
breakdance -
breakdance - did i do good
cakefigher - coming into a gc just for affirmation
cakefighter - you are a WRECK dude
breakdance - dude dont even JOKE
breakdance - ughhhhhh HHHHHH besides. me and purp aren’t even good friends yet. or even friends atp
artiste - aw u have nicknames for each other?
breakdance - wait
breakdance - WAIT NO
berryblue - hahaha
berryblue - that’s cute green
breakdance - shut up
breakdance - im killing all of u
localcoder - green red would obliterate you the moment you try to punch him let’s be so fr
breakdance - ur all haters

Group Chat: anti roundhouse kick society
Members: 4
Description: we go and meet our doom every tuesday and thursday
Red(cakefighter)
Skellington(bonesandstuff)
Spidey(spiderman)
The Warden(Warden)
Tuesday, 4:41 PM
bonesandstuff - okay guys
bonesandstuff - i know yall were waiting for this
cakefighter - oh lets go are we finally adding endie to the cult
Warden - …the cult?
cakefighter - yes the cult obvi
bonesandstuff - yup!!
bonesandstuff added sparkles
sparkles - woah
sparkles - is this the group chat?
spiderman - yeah!!
spiderman - it’s nice to meet u
spiderman - i’m spidey btw
Warden - the warden, obviously.
cakefighter - I’m red!!!
bonesandstuff - i’m skellington
sparkles - it’s nice to meet everyone
sparkles - surprised there’s so little people tho you guys seemed to be friends with everyone else in the class-
cakefighter - he heh
cakefighter - that’s because this is a SECRET SOCIETY.
Warden - by which he means, we’ve been friends fo years on end, so we’re closer to each other
sparkles - woah
sparkles - why was i added then?
bonesandstuff - idk we thought you were cool
spiderman - yeah those purple contacts of yours were sick
sparkles - uhm
sparkles - th
sparkles - thanks?
cakefighter - cmon endie!! self confidence!!
sparkles - self confidence. yup
bonesandstuff - if you don’t want to be here i can remove you if you want, we spam message a lot so if the notifs are too annoying…
sparkles - no, it’s fine
sparkles - this is nice
Warden - well, I think I speak for everyone here when I say, welcome to the group chat
cakefighter - otherwise known as the cult.
Warden - otherwise known as the cult
bonesandstuff - DD
spiderman - yup!!
sparkles -
sparkles - btw why is the gc called anti roundhouse kick society?
sparkles - i quite like doing that kick it feels nice
bonesandstuff - …
Warden - oh we’re kicking you out
sparkles - WHAT

Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Friday, 4:45 AM
breakdance - last day of our first week of school, yall
breakdance - how do we feel?
localcoder - why in adobia’s name are you awake
breakdance - uh
artiste - yeah why are you awake
berryblue - green you need to get more sleep!!
cakefighter - yes sleep good
breakdance - HELLO???
breakdance - why are we sliming ME out when all of YALL are awake too
cakefighter - uhm
cakefighter - bc yes
breakdance - ???
cakefighter - sorry im too sleepy i cant come up with a good retort
breakdance - THEN GO TO SLEEP
berryblue - you go to sleep !!
artiste - yeah GREEN.
breakdance - can
breakdance - omg
breakdance - i cant think straight
breakdance - guys let’s all go to sleep please
breakdance - speaking of where’s yellow
berryblue - asleep!!
berryblue - as he should be!!
breakdance - you’re at his house???
berryblue - uh
artiste - BLUE!!!
artiste - YOU’RE HANGING OUT WITH HIM WITHOUT US???/
cakefighter - did they just turn their phone off
breakdance - weak.
breakdance - anyways do yall wanna hang out and get revenge against those two chudlings
cakefighter - chudlings?
breakdance - yes. chudlings
artiste - how eloquent, green
breakdance - shut up you’re not invited
artiste - HEY
artiste - ILL BEAT YOU UP ######
breakdance - WOAH WOAH
cakefighter - i forgot you’re one of the newest to the group
cakefighter - second gets REALLY nasty if he’s too sleepy
artiste - oh shut the hell up you hypocrite
cakefighter - HEY!! meanie
cakefighter - anyways, green’s house in ten?
breakdance - bet
breakdance - wait how are you guys gonna get here
breakdance - uhm
breakdance - guys?

7:31 AM
localcoder - wow
localcoder - such betrayal
cakefighter - YOU BETRAYED US FIRST!!
cakefighter - so mean
localcoder - well
localcoder - uhm
berryblue - no yellow they’re right
berryblue - we’re super super sorry that the rest of you cant GET USED TO THE FACT THAT WE DONT HAVE TO HAVE FUN AS A UNIT
artiste - WOAH
artiste - blue being nasty *. have we fallen into an alternate reality
artiste - guys let’s calm down
artiste - friends can have fun by themselves
breakdance - that’s not what you said last night
artiste - i was running on SLEEP DEPRIVATIOn last night green
artiste - anyways. pls dont be mad okay?
berryblue - ok im sorry for lashing out
artiste - it’s all good
artiste - we chill everyone?
breakdance - ig
localcoder - sigh sure
berryblue - yup
cakefighter - i mean i guess
artiste - good!!
artiste - let’s go to school now

Private chat between The Chosen One(Chosen) and The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Friday, 4:32 PM
sithlord - hey
Chosen - who is this?
sithlord - Dark
sithlord - I got this number from a classmate
sithlord - listen you’re good at LA right
Chosen - I suppose?
Chosen - do you need tutoring?
sithlord - unfortunately
sithlord - are you free
Chosen - like right now?
sithlord - no i meant yesterday
Chosen - what? but that’s not
Chosen - oh. sarcasm.
sithlord - pfft
sithlord - you’re really oblivious aren’t you?
Chosen - and what is that supposed to mean?
sithlord - nothing
sithlord - so? you free?
Chosen - Yeah
Chosen - You just want to call?
sithlord - sure
sithlord - i have an exam coming up and i need to review some themes of literature stuff or whatever
Chosen - alr, give me a sec

Private chat between The Chosen One(Chosen) and The Second Coming(artiste)
Friday, 4:38 PM
Chosen - SECOND OH MY GOD
artiste - what now
Chosen -
Chosen -
Chosen -
artiste - DUDE WHAT
artiste - BAHAHAHA
artiste - your in deep #### now lmao
Chosen - HHHHH
Chosen - why did i decide to send this to you again
artiste - idk
artiste - because of my endless rizz? i could give u advice??
Chosen - thats defo not it given how much you’ve been jumping around the topic of you know who
artiste - STOPPPP
artiste - anyways have fun <3
artiste - don’t die <3
artiste - get the man of your dreams <3
Chosen - i hate u <3

Private chat between The Chosen One(Chosen) and The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Friday, 4:53 PM
Chosen - okay im ready
sithlord - bet
sithlord started a call that lasted 1 hour and 3 minutes

Private chat between Victim(H4CK3R) and Mitsi(blossom)
Friday, 5:34 PM
H4CK3R - mitsi love can i please hide at your house?
blossom - oh no! what happened?
H4CK3R - my brother’s calling this chosen guy
H4CK3R - and he keeps laughing and yapping so loud it’s practically sound pollution
H4CK3R - pls pls pls
blossom - aw that’s cute
blossom - i’m glad your brother found someone he likes being around!
blossom - he always seems so down whenever i go to ur house
H4CK3R - ye ye im happy too or whatever but can you PLEASE just help me
blossom - ofc!!! you can come to my house anytime you know that
H4CK3R - hhhh thank u love
blossom - maybe scream out embarrasing things dark has done first so he gets embarrased?
H4CK3R - WAIT
H4CK3R - YOUR SO RIGHT
H4CK3R - this is why i married you
blossom - vic we’ve been dating for a singular year
H4CK3R - soulmates EXIST mitsi
blossom - haha
blossom - if u say so
blossom - <3 see u soon
H4CK3R - see u soon love

Group Chat: Mercenaries
Members: 4
Description: gc for recovering ace attorney kins
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Saturday, 8:47 AM
scribble - hey so like
scribble - i was thinking
scribble - do you guys want to go to the mall?
pixelart - actually bet
pixelart - it’s so boring at home hhhh
foureyes - i dont trust you to go anywhere outside your home after the boat incident
pixelart - oh come on
pixelart - i was safe the whole time in the end
foureyes - still.
foureyes - i believed you got willingly kidnapped.
foureyes - that says a lot about you, ballista.
pixelart - okay well your just a bully
pixelart - anyways yeah i could go for the mall
pixelart - haz?
safetyhazard - yeah that sounds fun
safetyhazard - by the way im kind of new to the group so how come agent’s called foureyes
foureyes - because i wear glasses.
foureyes - they seem like having four eyes if you take the glasses off, the lenses act as eyes of their own
safetyhazard - yes i know how the insult works
foureyes - …insult?
safetyhazard - you didn’t know it was a deragatory thing to say?
foureyes - no?
foureyes - …ballista.
pixelart - coughs
pixelart - y
pixelart - yeah?
foureyes - you SAID it was a cool thing to do
pixelart - uhm
pixelart - because it shows that you accept whatever cons there are about having glasses with full pride?
foureyes -
foureyes - petition to not let liz come along
pixelart - HEY


Group Chat: nerds and terminators and bisexuality oh my!
Members: 3
Description: objective: make agent not as stuck up
Victim(H4CK3R)
Agent(foureyes)
Mitsi(blossom)
Saturday, 9:02 AM
foureyes - hey another group im in is going to the mall you guys want to come along?
blossom - ooh that would be fun!
H4CK3R - ye why not
H4CK3R - i’ll be there in five
blossom - same!!!
foureyes - kay

Private chat between Victim(H4CK3R) and The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Saturday, 9:30 PM
sithlord - i hear you packing where’re you going?
H4CK3R - nonya
sithlord - who’s nonya
H4CK3R - Dark.
sithlord - im kidding. of course i know what that means
sithlord - anyways. you’re going to the mall right?
H4CK3R - how did you guess?
sithlord - your maps is already set to the mall
H4CK3R - ah.
H4CK3R - and why did you check my phone?
sithlord - you never explicitly said…not to?
H4CK3R - sigh
H4CK3R - chud
sithlord - <3
sithlord - anyways can i come along? i need to get some new jeans
H4CK3R - yeah, why not
H4CK3R - like seven other people are going to be there though
sithlord - oop
sithlord - did u even get dad’s permission?
H4CK3R - i don’t particularly care.
sithlord - you know he won’t like that…
H4CK3R - please, dark. what’s the worst that could happen?
sithlord - i guess

Group Chat: N/A
Members: 1
Description: N/A
Agent(foureyes)
Saturday, 9:46 PM
foureyes created the group chat
foureyes added scribble, pixelart, safetyhazard, H4CK3R, blossom, and sithlord
foureyes - is this everyone
sithlord - probably
sithlord - you’re agent right
sithlord - my bro’s friend?
foureyes - yeah
sithlord - kay
blossom set the group chat name to ‘MALL!!’
H4CK3R set the group description to ‘if anybody buys a labubu at popmart im ending this whole outing’
blossom - perfect thank u luv
H4CK3R - of course
blossom - <3
H4CK3R - <3
pixelart - you’ve been dating for what, a year
pixelart - and you’re still acting so lovey dovey
safetyhazard - i don’t know why you’re surprised
foureyes - everyone! roll call
foureyes - mercenaries gc are you ehre?
scribble - present
pixelart - tun tun tun sahere
safetyhazard - liz kys. also here
foureyes - okay. victim and mitsi?
H4CK3R - ofc ofc
blossom - wouldn’t miss it!!
foureyes - dark?
sithlord - yup
foureyes - okay. meet in front of the food court in five alright?
pixelart - ALRIGHT!!
H4CK3R - let’s do this

Chapter 3: the mall chapter in which nothing goes wrong

Group Chat: MALL!!
Members: 7
Description: if anybody buys a labubu at popmart im ending this whole outing
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Victim(H4CK3R)
Mitsi(blossom)
Dark(sithlord)
Saturday, 10:03 PM
pixelart - @scribble where in the kentucky fried chicken are you???
scribble - GIVE ME A SEC
pixelart - IF YOU DONT GET HERE IM GOING TO BUY EVERY SINGLE CLOTHING STORE AND LEAVE NONE FOR U
scribble - NOOOOOO
sithlord - so are you guys just used to this dynamic by now or
foureyes - unfortunately
foureyes - also. why are you chatting. i am right next to you
sithlord - oh right
sithlord - i forgot
foureyes - ?? how
safetyhazard - @blossom @H4CK3R when are you two simps getting back from starbucks
blossom - coming back now!!
blossom - victim cant chat because he’s holding so many coffees
pixelart - wow making your boyfriend hold everything you bought thats kind of problematic
blossom - no im holding my strawberry acai lemonade
blossom - he’s holding his three coffees
sithlord - his WHAT
sithlord - oh i see u guys
sithlord - BRO WHY DO YOU HAVE THREE COFFEES
pixelart - lmao he’s putting them down
H4CK3R - I STAYED UP TOO LATE WRITING FANFICTION
sithlord - YOU WAHT
scribble - PFFT HAHHAHA
H4CK3R - WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE.
H4CK3R - IM ####### TIRED STOP BULLYING ME
sithlord - im dissapointed to call you my family
scribble - guys im here!
scribble - so do yall want to move in a unit or do you want to break up into groups?
foureyes - i think breaking into groups would be much easier
foureyes - personally im going to check out the movie theatre
safetyhazard - ill probably come with you i sort of want to check out the new odyssey movie
foureyes - i want to see it too
blossom - isn’t it really bad though??
safetyhazard - exactly
safetyhazard - we can laugh at it
foureyes - see this is why we’re friends
foureyes - let’s go
scribble - and then there were five…
sithlord - just the five of us
pixelart - we can make it if we tryyy
sithlord - just the five of us
pixelart - (just the fiiive of us)
sithlord - just the five of us
pixelart - making castles in the skyyy
pixelart - i like u
pixelart - let’s go to gamestop
sithlord - bet actually
blossom - and then there were three
H4CK3R - yeah…
scribble - i want to go to a clothing store hbu guys
H4CK3R - i could go for that yeah
blossom - ok!! let’s go!!


Group Chat: color gang
Members: 5
Description: We are all queer in both senses of the word
Red(cakefighter)
The Second Coming(artiste)
Yellow(localcoder)
Green(breakdance)
Blue(berryblue)
Saturday, 10:40 AM
breakdance - guys
breakdance - can we do something
breakdance - i feel like im being left out of a major plotline
artiste - wh
artiste - what
breakdance - you heard me
breakdance - hmmm maybe we can go to the mall?
artiste - i mean why not
breakdance - sure
berryblue - okay i just woke up did i miss something are we going to a mall
localcoder - you just woke up blue???
berryblue - yes
localcoder - your sleep schedule scares me
berryblue - good!! that’s the intention!!
berryblue - anyways a mall sounds fun why not
cakefighter - idk guys don’t you think we might hit that major plotline at the mall and mess things up therefore making an otherwise clean plotline turn overcomplicated
artiste - what
breakdance - yeah i see what you mean
breakdance - where else tho
artiste - uhm
artiste - im still slightly confused by the sudden meta bit
artiste - but do you guys genuinely just want to go to an arcade
berryblue - idk!! isn’t that kind of expensive??
artiste - dw green is really rich
breakdance - sigh
berryblue - wait you are?
breakdance - my parents are successful influencers so yes. i do have enough money i suppose
localcoder - yeah his parents are mr beast and aphmau respectfully
breakdance - ew not aphmau i would rather die
breakdance - i could go for mr beast tho
artiste - ehhh idk i wouldn’t go for either
berryblue - wow second!! i thought you liked mr beast!!
artiste - seriously having a super rich popular household name youtuber as a father probably wouldn’t resort in many heartwarming father son moments
berryblue - huh. i think u might be right actually !!
cakefighter - guys i think we’ve gotten off track
localcoder - but ALSO you seem a lot cooler
berryblue - would get a lot of unneeded attention however!!
localcoder - yeah…
localcoder - you coulnd’t really do what normal kids do huh?
cakefighter - Guys.
cakefighter - are we going to the arcade or not
berryblue - but at the same time you have a LOT. lots of more priveliges, a roof over your head guaranteed
artiste - i suppose that IS all that matters in the end
cakefighter - guys
cakefigher - please
breakdance - and you could like just pretend you’re someone else. you’ll probably end up homeschooled anyways
artiste - ooh your right
cakefighter - ok im going to the arcade by myself
artiste - WAIT NO
breakdance - TWAS MERELY A JEST MY COMRADE
cakefighter - ARE YOU A COMMUNIST??
breakdance - WHAT
cakefighter - ok arcade in five
berryblue - ok!!
artiste - this gc iwas a mistake

Group Chat: fauramily
Members: 3
Description: love and joy on planet earth
Alan Becker(cursor)
The Second Coming(artiste)
The Chosen One(Chosen)
Saturday, 11:03 AM
artiste - dad
artiste - can i go to the arcade with my friends
cursor - why the sad face of course you can
cursor - you’re practically an adult atp
artiste - YAYY!!!
artiste - Cho can you drive me???
Chosen - do i have a choice.
artiste - nope! <3
Chosen - sigh
Chosen - yeah that’s what I thought
Chosen - well whatever i’ll just chill at the mall during ur little playdate. get to the garage
artiste - YAYYYY

Private chat between Purple(silverwings) and Mango(mangotango)
Saturday, 11:10 PM
mangotango - are you still at your friend’s house?
silverwings - uhm
silverwings - yeah
silverwings - give me a sec i’ll be home soon
mangotango - ok
mangotango - made your favorite food thing
mangotango - the uh. seasoned rice in tofu pocket or whatever it’s called
silverwings - REALLY
silverwings - OMG
silverwings - your my favorite dad <3
mangotango - <3

Group Chat: MALL!!
Members: 7
Description: if anybody buys a labubu at popmart im ending this whole outing
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Victim(H4CK3R)
Mitsi(blossom)
The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Saturday, 1:03 PM
sithlord - guys
sithlord - emergency
scribble - dude i barely know you are you sure you should be saying this in a gc where you are really only close with two people
sithlord - yeah well you guys are all at the mall and i need HELP
H4CK3R - what did u do now problem child
sithlord - bold of you to assume that it was MY fault
H4CK3R - last time you said ‘guys, emergency’ you tried to make a ranch smoothie.
H4CK3R - I had to clean up for like an hour straight
sithlord - okay well!
sithlord - that was one time!
blossom - it was not! there was that time you tried to make a house out of snow on the street and almost got hit by a car!!
pixelart - PFFT DARK YOU DID WHAT
sithlord - SHUT UP I WAS FIVE
safetyhazard - dark, what’s the problem?
sithlord - finally someone with a heart here
sithlord - my crush is here

1:05 PM
sithlord - DONT JUST IGNORE ME
H4CK3R - DARK STOP PUSHING YOUR DISASTER GAY AGENDA ONTO US
sithlord - WOAH WOAH
safetyhazard - we can’t really help you from here
sithlord - UGH IM GOING TO DIE
sithlord - im hiding in the comic store trying to look inconspicuous
sithlord - #### is he going to notice someone staring at the same shelf for like three minutes straight
sithlord - I NEED TO BUY SOMETHING
pixelart - * bro you are a WRECK
pixelart - this is funny tho i want to see how this will go
foureyes - who is your crush, anyway?
safetyhazard - yeah who is it
sithlord - hhhhh
H4CK3R - chosen
sithlord - VIC.
H4CK3R - <3
foureyes - *
foureyes - i mean the heart wants what it wants
sithlord - #### HE SAW ME
scribble - good luck! <3

Private chat between The Chosen One(Chosen) and The Second Coming(artiste)
Saturday, 1:06 PM
Chosen - second
Chosen - emergency
artiste - what now problem child i was winning in the claw machine
Chosen - huh
Chosen - you can’t
Chosen - that’s not how
Chosen - whatever. back on track
Chosen - DARK IS HERE
artiste - pfft what
Chosen - and i can see those like mercenary kids too
artiste - hmm maybe red was onto something
Chosen - ?
artiste - nothing i’ll explain later
Chosen - ####
artiste - what
Chosen - HE SAW ME STARING AT HIM
artiste - STARING???
Chosen - well
Chosen - a light gaze dare i say
artiste - you were ogling him weren’t you.
Chosen - DO I WALK OVER
Chosen - i think it’s impolite to leave now right???
Chosen - HE WAVED ME OVER

artiste - you are so gay its almost shocking
artiste - anyways have fun im gonna go play air hockey against green
artiste - he is so going down
Chosen - im so dead
artiste - <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Group Chat: MALL!!
Members: 7
Description: if anybody buys a labubu at popmart im ending this whole outing
Agent(foureyes)
Primal(scribble)
Ballista(pixelart)
Hazard(safetyhazard)
Victim(H4CK3R)
Mitsi(blossom)
The Dark Lord(sithlord)
Saturday, 1:30 PM
pixelart - omg
pixelart - they’re talking
pixelart - this is so exciting i feel like im living a k drama
blossom - ballista…don’t you think you should mind your own business?
pixelart - booorrring
scribble - i want updates
pixelart - see? i have a job to do
blossom - sigh
blossom - i guess
scribble - UPDATES
pixelart - OKAY OKAY so i think chosen is asking about something from school?
pixelart - dark has this small little smile on his face
pixelart - not a vicious smirk like usual haha
H4CK3R - yeah and you haven’t known dark for so long so the fact that a vicious smirk is the norm already says a bit about him
foureyes - he does have a certainly…dynamic personality
pixelart - OMG
scribble - WHAT WHAT
pixelart - chosen put his hand like an inch closer to dark’s
blossom - HE’S DOING THE HAND HOLDING THING??
pixelart - HE’S TRYING TO AT LEAST!!
H4CK3R - love i thought you didn’t condone this
blossom - but this is cute hearing your brother so happy is nice
H4CK3R - sigh
H4CK3R - i guess
H4CK3R - it’s nice for me too, i suppose
H4CK3R - i am very excited to see how this will unfold, however
foureyes - you’re hoping he makes a fool of himself aren’t you
H4CK3R - noooo