Me vs. My Teacher
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My Teacher: Alright class, your essay cannot be longer than 1,500 words.
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Triple A Batteries u should have done one word “your essay cannot be longer than 1,500 words”
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@O5-6-Cowboy Had to be at least 700, I’m just a professional writer, my content cannot be contained to a simple 1,500 words, that’s just preposterous
It/He/They, Just one of the Gays
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Triple A Batteries ong bro
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Triple A Batteries mf, writing low quality undertale fanfiction doesnt make you a professional writer
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@MGC bitch (/lh) I’ll have you know that my ‘Undertale Fanfiction’ is a $100 dollar commission and that my writing is not low quality (/lh)
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@MGC I bought a Blåhaj with the money
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@MGC I would be happy to provide examples
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Triple A Batteries alright?
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@MGC Eeveena’s Worst Nightmare
“Eve!”
Eeveena rolled over in her sleep, murmuring something along the lines of “I don’t want to get up yet-” and pulling the covers closer.
Suddenly, she was shoved awake.
“Eve, wake up!” Scor practically yelled. The witch sat up and rubbed her eyes, taking a look around.
The room was in disarray. Books had collapsed on the ground from the whirlwind-like storm that had blown through a second before. Bottles and glass jars were cracked or broken, leaking strange liquids and other substances onto the stone floor. Scormunny themselves were roughed up a bit, their brown hair was messy and uncombed.
“What happened here?” Eeveena asked groggily, getting up and stretching and slipping into her favorite skull dress.
“Your weird magic!” Scor exclaimed. “It stopped as soon as I woke you up!”
“I thought… I thought I erased that?”
“Apparently not. Sleepwalking is usually a sign of nightmares, so I called the dream expert. They’ll be here soon to help you sort out everything, I need to head to work,” They nodded, and adjusted their black jackets before heading out.
Eeveena didn’t need to open the door when she heard a knock because a white otter wearing a gray scarf and a pink flower crown trotted in.
“I hear someone is having nightmares,” The otter shut the door behind them.
“Scarf?” Eevee tilted her head to the side. “What are you doing here?”
“Your VF informed me you were having nightmares, which are usually caused by some sort of anxiety. May I enter your dreams to help find the root of it?” Scarf explained.
“Are you sure it will work?”
“Positive.”
“Well, the thing is, I haven’t been sleeping well recently,” The witch rambled. “And I have a little insomnia when I try to go to sleep-”
She was suddenly cut off when a beam shot from Scarf and hit her straight in the head. The mentor collapsed onto the floor in a peaceful rest, instantly asleep.
Eeveena’s normal dress was longer than normal. Her scarf and bracelet were gone, and the normal skulls on her sleeves were replaced with two small cameras. The darker shades of the outfit had been replaced with pure teal, the end trailing behind her as she walked down the red carpet, flashing a few poses for the paparazzi.
At the end, she struck one last pose and disappeared into the room, everyone shifting towards the next Pokemon coming down the red carpet.
Eevee sighed and was instantly swamped with stylists. They replaced the teal dress with a sea-themed one-piece that looked more like her normal wear.
They finished, and Scarf walked up.
“Fashionista, huh?” They asked, with a look of interest on their face.
“I hate this dream,” she sighed. “It’s been happening for as long as I can remember.”
“This is your mind. It seems that you wanted to be in the spotlight, which is why we are here.”
“Great, this is turning into a philosophical problem,” Eevee groaned.
“Indeed, we need to go deeper,” Scarf said as they drew the Pokemon forward and led them outside. Her clothes morphed back to the dark skull dress she normally wears. The otter suddenly stops in front of a large wall and blasts another beam of gray energy at it, bricks flying everywhere as they dive in.
Eeveena felt the magic sink into her. She crumpled onto the soft grass, twitching at the wave of pure energy entering her body. The magic fights for control, spilling into her mind at an unstoppable rate.
“Stop!” She gasped for air, everything seemed to be getting harder to do. She -pressed her paws against her temples to stop the monster raging inside her brain. “Stop, please!”
Suddenly, Scarf appeared by her side. They zapped away the creature, and Eevee took a few seconds to calm down.
“You’re throwing old nightmares in our way to stop us from getting to the real problem,” Scarf explained. “You’re deflecting.”
“Well why would I do that? I don’t want to continue sleepwalking!” She stood up and shook herself off.
“Maybe you’re more scared of the nightmare than of sleepwalking,” Scarf replied, taking a step forward and blasting another beam into the ground. “Come, we need to get to the bottom of this.”
The otter pulled the Eevee through the hole, and they fell for a while before slowing down and landing softly on the carpet of a floating hallway. It looked like it went on forever, but the witch wasn’t sure.
“Where is this?” she asked.
“This is the infinite hallway. It represents all the choices you make and all the different futures that derive from those choices,” they answered and started down the hallway, finally reaching a door that was chained and locked. “This one looks important.”
“Nonsense,” Eeveena replied, and pointed to a door with a cloverleaf, a gray heart, and a small rainbow. “This one looks interesting.”
They opened the door and the dream started.
“Here you go,” Eevee smiled and handed the three ponies a glass vial with pink liquid inside. “The perfect love potion.”
“Thank you!” They exclaimed, and took a turn drinking a third of the liquid. They looked back at each other and rage took over their features.
They began arguing, yelling and cursing each other out. Finally, they all turned to the witch and said in unison, “This is all your fault!” before running off in different directions.
Eeveena looked crushed. “I thought that was a love potion-”
The Pokemon slammed the door.
“That was interesting. What does this door have?” She opened a door with a sand dune marking on it, and the scene played.
“This doesn’t look like a petal of Roseleaf,” A sand colored Anthro chirped.
“It should be,” Eeveena replied.
“Wait… This isn’t it! Give me back my money, you thief!”
"What do you mean?!? That is a Roseleaf! "
“It is not you, maggot! You rascal!” The Anthro kicked the feral away-
She slammed that door as well.
“Next one!”
“I feel it is time to open that door,” Scarf gestured toward the locked door.
“No, this one is the right one, I’m sure of it!” She opened one with a cloud symbol, and that door’s dream began.
Six figures surrounded the witch.
“You betrayed us!” The first, a human with brown hair, exclaimed.
“Thanks to you, the String Kingdom knows where we are!” A second light-brown Anthro yelled.
“I should never have trusted you!” A pastel Anthro turned her back on the Eevee.
“It’s all your fault,” Whisper cried a blue-haired boy.
“I- I have no words,” the ghost said sadly.
“But but I didn’t know!” Eeveena cried.
“BS!” The final, a red-haired boy with wings yelled. “You knew exactly what you were getting into!”
The six growled and yelled a little more until they abandoned the Pokemon in some barren world-
“Enough of that!” She rushed to open another door.
The Pink, Green, and Blue Eevee’s were yelling at the witch for abandoning them in battle after swearing allegiance-
“Next!”
“You’re the worst Pokemon I’ve ever had!” An elf dragon released the witch from her Pokeball. “Get lost-”
“Not that one!”
“You know nothing about potions! I never want to see you again!” A black and white dog growled before turning his back and running off-
Scarf was the one to shut this door.
“Enough!” They shouted, and Eeveena stopped. They pointed to the chained and locked door. “Open that one now!”
“Fine,” She grumbled and started to unlock it. When she finally peeled off the warning sticker, it revealed a small skull and a blue flame. “I’m getting a bad feeling about this one.”
With a gulp, the two jumped in.
The moving Pokemon pulled up in front of the large house. It was a large tree that had been hollowed out and converted into a house.
“Fireproof, I could practice my recipes and train my fire!” An excited Scormunny enthused.
“I saw this and knew it was perfect,” the witch smiled. The movers had started to bring in the furniture and boxes as the couple sat on the bench in the front yard, just enjoying each other’s company.
I can’t believe we’re finally moving in together," The fire Pokemon shifted and revealed a bracelet that looked exactly like Eeveena’s on their left wrist. “It took a while, but we finally got here. I can’t believe it.”
“Me neither. I can’t wait to mix up some fun recipes and mess them up terribly!”
“You should probably leave the cooking to me,” they snorted.
“Are you saying my cooking skills are terrible?” She asked in a playful tone.
“I’m just saying you should probably stick to potions!” They laughed as Eeveena tackled Scormunny and they began to wrestle in the grass.
Scarf and the real Eeveena were watching the scene on top of a hill.
“This doesn’t look like a nightmare,” Scarf remarked.
The witch replied sadly, “No, it’s the worst one.”
“How come?”
“I feel sorry for them. They care about me, but it never ends well,” She looked away from the dream.
“Why?”
“I’m a force of nature. You saw what happened in all those other dreams. I always end up betraying and hurting everyone I’m close to, every single ‘friend’ I make,” she sobbed.
“I think you’re seeing everything differently than I am,” Scarf calmly stated.
“How so?”
“Every dream we saw you trying. Sure, you messed up, but nobody was trusting enough to accept that. You regretted, forces of nature don’t do that. Scormunny is different; they believe in you, they trust you, and they’ll always be there for you. You’ve always lived life without caring, so now you’re worrying that the only being who cares about you will stop.”
“But I shouldn’t care, it makes me weak. I’m weak, Scarf, weak,” she sobbed.
“Now listen to me, care does not make you weak. Caring makes you strong,” The explain. “Beings have accomplished more through care than through anything else. With enough care you can change the world. With enough care you can change yourself. Give others a chance and they’ll give you the same. You can still get jealous or worried, but just remember how much care there is in your life.”
Eeveena thought about the sentiment for a second then smiled and whipped away her tears. “Thank you Scarf, I think I got it now.”
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@MGC Not Yet
“You ruined me!” Crimson shouted. He paced the length of the bridge in anger, sometimes giving a withering glare to the group held in the makeshift cell. They suddenly ran up and banged their paws against the glass and growled in Scarf’s direction. “You got me banned from that wretched planet! This,” He took a step back and gestured angrily, insanely even, to the surroundings, “This is all your fault!”
“I did it because I had to!” The space otter shouted back. She stepped closer to the glass, which separated the main bridge and spaceship control center from their small section that included the airlock, and tried to shield her friends behind her.
“You didn’t have to!” The space canine snarled back. He took a deep breath then a cruel smile overtook his face. “But now I can finally get my revenge.”
“Well then don’t bring them into this!” Scarf yelled back.
“They chose to be friends with you, they can pay the consequences,” They replied back coolly.
“You made your bed,” Crimson turns back to the group, paw hovering over a black button. “Now it’s time to lie in it.”
The airlock opened.
The pull is strong.
No one can get a good grip on the smooth floor.
Starfire choked back a sob and Patriot tried his best to look optimistic. Scormunny wraps their arms around Eeveena protectively. Scarf attempts to swim back to the ship, but the door closes and they can feel the gentle hum of the engine as the spacecraft begins to fly away with their hope of escape.
Scarf feels her eyes well up, taking a deep breath and using their scarf to wipe them away.
Scarf has messed up.
This isn’t meant to happen. Right?
This did not go as planned.
But…
She can still fix this.
Scarf can fix this.
Somewhere, something breaks.
Their vision is going black.
There’s no oxygen. Exhaling means breathing for the last time. At least for everyone not born in the vacuum of space.
“Guys,” She chokes out. Even being a being of the cosmos it’s hard to stay conscious without a breathing apparatus. “Don’t worry, I can… I can get us out…”
She locks eyes with a silently crying Scormunny holding the corpse of their beloved. The pokemon looks away.
Starfire glares daggers at the otter that doomed them.
Patriot isn’t responding, silver tears floating into the merciless clutches of space.
She can fix this.
There is no escape.
“What a stupid way to die,” Scormunny breathes.
“We are not dying,” Scarf replies with some of the last energy they have left.
But they don’t reply.
Scarf can fix this.
When Scormunny falls limp.
When Starfire curls up one last time.
When Patriot sheds his last tear.
Scarf screams.
She can fix this.
Scarf can fix this.
…Right?
Not yet.
“Not Yet,” She seaths, shakily holding the body of her roommate.
“Not Yet,” She growls at her other roommate’s curled form.
“Not Yet,” She cries at the young lovers who will hold each other until the merciless void tears them apart.
“Not Yet,” They tell the universe as spots playfully dance across her vision.
“Not Yet,” She whispers to herself.
Everything goes black.
Somewhere, something breaks.
And that’s okay.
Scarf’s eyes snap open. She sits up blearily in bed and looks around.
She’s back in her room.
She’s back at the apartment.
She’s back in her home.
They breathe a sigh of relief.
That was a close one.
He can hear Patriot cooking breakfast.
Scormunny and Eeveena are happily arguing over something trivial.
She’s back.
She did it.
Everything is fixed.
They can feel the universe beneath their paw, humming back at them.
Everything is fixed.
The door opens and Scarf swivels her head in its direction. Her face breaks out into a grin when she sees Starfire walking through. There are the normal bags under her eyes after a long night shift.
“Star!” She cries. “Come tell me about work!”
The cat-dog hybrid smiled sadly. He sits on the end of the bed.
“Scarf,” They say solemnly. The otter makes a noise of questioning. “I know what you did.”
She pauses.
“What?”
“I know what you did.”
No.
“Star!” Scarf cries. “Come tell me about work!”
The cat-dog hybrid smiled sadly, although it was a little more forced. They sit on the end of the bed.
“Stop it, Scarf.”
The space otter falters.
“Seal, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You can’t avoid it forever.”
“I’m not avoiding anything,” She stresses.
“I’m dead,” Starfire deadpans.
A moment of silence.
“You’re not funny,” She awkwardly laughs.
“Scarf, look at me.”
The space otter frowns.
No, It’s fine. Once more.
“Star!” Scarf cries. “Come tell me about work!”
The cat-dog hybrid smiled in a way that could be taken for more of a frown. They sit on the end of the bed.
“They’re dead too,” Star gestures to the door where cheerful laughter and conversation could be heard.
“You sound like Dabi.”
“No, I sound like you.”
Scarf looks up and she’s staring into her own blurple eyes.
“I’m tired,” The other complains.
“I don’t care,” The original growls.
“I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Well I do.” Scarf looks down.
“I want to go home,” Blue tears fill the others eyes.
“This is home! Don’t you get it? We are home.”
“No we aren’t,” Scarf looks back up to find the cold gaze of Starfire. “I think it’s time.”
“No it’s not,” She practically hisses.
“Ah, we had fun. It was a good run. But it’s time,” The not-Star replies arily and smiles sadly.
The laughter slowly dies out.
“Scarf, it’s time for you to go,” Patriot appears in the doorframe.
“Not Yet!” Scarf replies, her voice shaking.
A gentle paw places her signature flower crown on her head.
“I miss you guys. Starfire, Patriot. I miss Scormunny and Eeveena,” Scarf said softly as she blinked away tears.
“We know,” Star replies.
“I want to stay with you all.”
“We know,” This time Patriot chimes in solemnly.
“I don’t want to leave.”
“We know,” They both said after a pause.
“Seal, Pat, stay with me,” She pleads.
“Scarf, Who are you asking? You know they’re not here.”
The weight from the end of the bed is lifted.
“I know… just… Please stay with me… Even if you’re not…” They choke. “If you’re not…”
“Real?” Not-Patriot supplies. “Of course.”
Scarf knows the world is collapsing outside, but they can’t bring themselves to care. So instead she buries herself into the warmth of her roommates.
The world is silent. It’s just them. Just like it was in the beginning.
“Are you ready?” Starfire asks, but before Scarf can answer the world goes black.
The last memories the space otter has are fuzzy. One moment she was floating in space, the next she was back home, then the last was waking up to find the void of space once again.
But this time there was a pull.
Black and white, pink and purple fur slammed into her, muffling her cry and blinding her for a second. A second too late.
By the time Scarf was able to pull the corpse off of her she realized that she was already past the event horizon.
There was nothing she could do but watch as the outside world sped up.
She saw the collapse of galaxies, collisions between others. She saw gods come and go, there were no true immortals. She saw civilizations of many different kinds building themselves and maintaining order for the smallest millisecond before collapsing.
Stars exploded into reality just to die a second later. Planets destroyed by asteroids, being sent off course and destroying whole solar systems.
She saw things that she would rather not have seen, and things that are too damaging to even think about.
In the back of her mind she could hear the manic cackle of Crimson if he were to see her now. Alone, Powerless, and doomed for sure.
Not-Starfire had a point.
It had been fun, but now it was time.
The universe went dark, dying with the otter as they were sucked into the black hole.
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@MGC Falling
Lyra was four years old when she learned how to feel. And god dammit, feelings hurt.
“Where’s mommy?”
“Lyra, sweetie, Your mom is gone,” A man looked at the little kid with pity.
“Why?”
“It’s all your fault.”
“M-my fault?”
“Yes, and she’s never coming back.”
Lyra was six the first time he found the rooftop. She looked over the entire city in awe, the cars and people looked like tiny ants from the height. She reached her hand up and could almost touch the cotton candy like clouds above her. The sun felt glorious, warming her up from the early morning frost, the light shining on the flower crown rested lightly on her head.
“But dad-”
“No, Lyra,” A stern man jerked the child away from the edge where she had been looking over. “You’re not allowed to come up here.”
Lyra tried to get another word out, but it sounded more like a sob.
“You could fall, and then I could lose my little angel,” The man turned around, loosening his grip on her wrist, crouching down to her level with a forced worried look on his face. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”
“No dad,” She lowered her head solemnly. Her dad was always looking out for her safety and she was always one to break the rules. For once why couldn’t she just do something that made him happy?
Lyra was eight when he wondered how long it would take to fall to the ground.
The kids at school were cruel. They played jokes on the outcast with no regard for her safety. She heard every comment they snickered under their breath. She wouldn’t admit it hurt.
She just needed to be good.
Better than good.
Better.
She needed to be the best.
Then they would leave her alone.
Probably.
Maybe.
Dad, they’d leave her alone, right?
Lyra was eleven when she gripped onto the railings so much that her knuckles turned white, and leaned over to look at the ground far below.
Lyra’s aunt was amazing in her own special way. She took the kid every other weekend for a fun Girls Sleepover where they would watch action and adventure movies while painting their nails and eating ice cream.
The kid longs for every second they spend together, gossiping about cute boys and laughing over the poor production of the backwater show they were watching.
Aunt Ellie made Lyra realize that there was actually hope at the end of a path.
One night, during their bimonthly sleepover, she awoke from a nightmare with a phantom pain on her back. Aunt Ellie comforted the kid, telling tales of their Avian Descendants and how maybe she was growing her own pair of wings.
There hadn’t been many avians in the family in a long time, but she was still heartbroken when she later found out it was probably that bruise from when a few of the kids at her school pushed her off the bus as a ‘prank.’
But that didn’t stop her dreams.
Lyra was thirteen when she leaned over the edge again, this time barely touching the railing. Maybe whatever god was out there would send a gust of wind to blow her over, but she knew the world wasn’t merciful.
Everything was her fault, wasn’t it?
Everything.
Her mom leaving.
Her dad drinking.
And now…
How could she let herself get close to Aunt Ellie?
Aunt Ellie, who was the only one who was there for her, the only one who listened, why couldn’t she listen to someone else? Maybe if it wasn’t her then Ellie would still be alive.
Lyra had seen the report. A day after she left, a crazy arsonist burned her neighborhood to the ground. Why couldn’t it have been Lyra and not her aunt?
Lyra was fifteen when Rose found her sitting on the railing with her feet dangling over the edge.
“Come on Lyre, you have so much to live for,” Rose pleaded.
“Like what?” Her voice was emotionless.
“Like me, What will I do if you go?”
That seemed to snap her out of the trance she was in. Of course every action she considered would hurt yet another person she was close to.
“I’m sorry,” She slid back.
“It’s okay,” Rose hugged her.
How did Rose always know what to say?
Lyra was seventeen and was standing on the railing. Rose, the cute boy from her school, Ira she thinks, Glare, Lumi the deer girl, and Sahara all watching in mute terror.
Their Lyra chased a thrill like it was her sole purpose in life, but their Lyra wouldn’t even consider jumping.
Rose traced gently on Lyra’s back. She outlined the purple lumps right under the skin.
“I’m sorry Lyre, I have no idea what these are,” Rose sighed.
“It’s okay, thanks for coming over on such short notice.”
“Don’t worry about it, you got me out of homework. At least for now,” Lumi snorted.
Lyra slid her shirt back on and turned to face her two best friends.
“I’m serious, Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Rose nodded.
Lyra held her arms out, gave the group a grin and leaned back.
“It’s all your fault.”
She fell.
She needed to be the best.
She may have heard screams of her name as her classmates rushed to the edge to try and save her, but the whistling of the wind made them hard to hear.
Everything was her fault, wasn’t it?
A pain exploded on her back. The skin tore open and a few droplets of blood broke free. Large purple pigeon wings slowed her descent, catching the wind.
She allowed herself to fall another second before opening the giant purple and white wings.
One second Lyra was falling.
The next, she was flying.
I’m free.
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Triple A Batteries just finished reading, 2,5/10
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@MGC One of my least favorites because it’s kinda short, but still a good one, Patinbattle
Rain’s favorite pastime was battling it out on the Paintball field. Her motivation was huge and she loved every action packed second. After a while she gained a reputation, the Paint Queen, deadly accuracy and tactics to confuse anyone. One of the other things she was known for were her quips. Hilarious last second jokes that could distract anyone when needed. So, she made a point to try and say them as much as possible.
“Let’s paint the town red!” She yelled at the start of a game. Her team cheered as everyone spread out. “Red with the blood of our enemies- not seriously tho.”
“I shot a man with a paintball,” Rain whispered to a teammate as they hid behind a wall from a team of the opposing side. “…just to watch him dye.”
The teammate nearly gave away their position with the contagious laughter.
“I took my Paintball exam the other day,” She commented while shooting down someone from the opposite side. The game was everyone for themselves, and all contestants got a mix of three different colors of their choice. “I passed with flying colors.”
“Listen… Life comes at us fast,” She smirked while pointing her gun at a player on the opposite team. “We don’t know what life is gonna give us… And today, it’s gonna give you… a paintball!”
“If a speck of color on your clothes is called a stain,” Rain started, shooting an enemy while still maintaining conversation with her teammate. “Is paintball a form of Enterstainment?”
“What do you call a Smurf with no arms or legs?” Rain asked a teammate during break time.
“Uh… What?” They responded.
“A paintball.”
“I was running out of ammo. So I decided to switch to a knife,” Rain explained again, this time slower so that hopefully the other would understand. “I’m now permanently banned from the paintball tournament.”
“What am I going to do with you,” Her friend sighed.
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@MGC I know for a fact you couldn’t read that quickly, the word count is about 3k-5k words each and the average reading speed is 260 words per minute, so your obviously lying
It/He/They, Just one of the Gays
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Don’t even mine MGC they’re just an ass
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Welcome to MPPC
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Triple A Batteries omg you just cant take criticizm can you?
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@finn-dfw-u Okay : D
