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  1. Ask the edgiest girl on this site

    Do your best.
  2. Power Rangers: Multiverse Force

    POWER RANGERS: MULTIVERSE FORCE Greetings all, Renegade here. I've decided to post my first lit on the site: an action/adventure crossover series based on the Power Rangers franchise. The series will follow a group of five characters in a science fiction/fantasy setting of my own creation as they become a new team of Power Rangers to save the world from an evil space demon using the powers of the ancient dinosaurs. Taking influences from the earliest Power Rangers seasons (more specifically, Mighty Morphin') and blending them with original elements, I hope to create a 65-episode series spanning 3 seasons. I'm currently working on the first episode, and should be posting it at some point.
  3. The Lost Six

    The Lost Six - The DVD Whatever you do, don't ever pick up a box of SpongeBob DVDs in a random alley. You will learn why in this recovered blog from an SBC user. His account has gone without a trace. This is the first post: It caught me off guard. Really, it did. The DVD, I had never seen anything like it before. The title was "The Super Six", a title which had never been on any other SpongeBob DVD before. I know that as I am a big SpongeBob fan. I have all the merchandise and DVDs, but this, this I had never got in any shape or form. Not even a photo or any information about it. I asked my friends over at SBC, but they said I was crazy. So I looked at the back of the cover. The only thing on there was SpongeBob. I swear to god I saw one of Patrick's arms behind him. Anyway, nothing else. I opened the case. The disc was plain yellow. I inserted it into the DVD player, and boy I got a shock. The only language on the selection screen was "YOU WILL UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING". I selected it. The aftershock was worse. The main menu screen was pitch red with the same picture as the one on the back cover. I looked at the selection list. These were the episodes: You Better Start Running Soon akskh17412hwh It was clearly a message, but the last episode's title puzzled me. What does this mean? I haven't watched the episodes yet. I will watch the first episode soon, until then, this is goodbye. See you in the next post. After this post, his account went blank. Apart from the blog. Hey! HeSheMeWumbo here! Hope you enjoyed the first part of my creepypasta! SWEET DREAMS. Updates will appear below here:
  4. Miss Appear

    Okay, so basically I'm retooling the way I approach I.J.S.L.A. I want to tell each of the members' stories in a more meaningful way, instead of I.J.S.L.A being a Team SpongeBob retread. Plot - "Suffering from depression and a tragic family past, Katherine Cross is forced to confront her issues after becoming intertwined with a series of murders in Bikini Bottom. " Notes - - This serves as an origin story for Katherine Cross becoming Miss Appear. - Katherine has the ability to render herself invisible and to move things with her mind. - This will probably be a mini series. Airdate: January 29, 2016. Main Cast - (Season 1) Katherine Cross (Miss Appear) Shadow Johnny Detective Dudley Winters Vivian Coyne Mayor George Coyne Main Cast - (Season 2) Katherine Cross (Miss Appear) Analise Rogers Dudley Winters Vivian Coyne Commissioner Garrett Detweiler Marilyn Cross Molly Cross Michael Cross (Mindcross) Main Cast - (Season 3) Katherine Cross (Miss Appear) Analise Rogers Vivian Coyne Commissioner Garrett Detweiler Marilyn Cross Molly Cross Claudia Khan
  5. Ep.1 "Karate Island (pt.1)" Spongebob was practiceing karate with Sandy,when a wormhole mysteriously sucks thems in and transports them to Karate Island. "I remeber this place!" said Spongebob. "Me...too" said Sandy.At that moment a man had walked up to them."Who are you?"they asked.'I am Shin Fu and I require your help to save Karate Island".The man told them about a guy who is going to destroy `Karate Island by causing multiple volccanoes to erupt. "It is your destiny's to stop him" Shin Fu said.
  6. MR: Masked Rider

    After putting some thought into it, I've decided to post my next lit in what I call the "Reneverse", a shared continuity than unofficially began with Power Rangers: Multiverse Force in 2016. Just like with PR: MVF, this lit is a tokusatsu-based crossover, this time merging the first American adaptation of Kamen Rider (known as Saban's Masked Rider) with Invader Zim. Unlike PR: MVF, this series does not take place on Core Earth. Rather, it takes place on IZ's Earth, and acts as a reboot for Masked Rider as a whole, in a way. Now what will this lit be about? Well, I'll tell you... On the distant planet of Edenoi, a young prince named Dex leads a resistance movement against his uncle, the evil Count Dregon. With the environment on the planet destroyed beyond repair from decades of draining for resources and with its demise drawing near, Dex's grandfather gives him powers that have long been passed down from generation to generation and sends him far away. Coveting the powers for himself, Dregon abandons Edenoi to its own devices and follows Dex in hot pursuit. Landing on Earth, Dex must defend his new home from Dregon's Insectovore monsters...all the while having to deal with small megalomaniac Irkens, idiotic humans, and the usual struggles of day to day life.
  7. Doody Era

    I finally did it. Plot: Shinya and Jjs are selected to deliver the ultimate Spin-Off to SpongeBuddy Mania to end the Doody Era of Spin-Offs. But they may just have to cross the very boundaries of the internet itself to do so... Season 1 Episode 1: Doody Era Episode 2: Time After Time, Part 1 Episode 3: Time After Time, Part 2 Episode 4: Molestor Motel Episode 5: Turnin' Up At Turntable Episode 6: ROBLOX Begins, Part 1 Episode 7: ROBLOX Begins, Part 2- The Snark Knight Episode 8: ROBLOX Begins, Part 3- The Snark Knight Rises Episode 9: Hop On It Episode 10: 1j1 Gets Arrested And Stuff Episode 11: Meanwhile, At SBC: Rise Of A Goddamn Heroe Episode 12: Homecoming, Part 1: Infiltration Episode 13: Homecoming, Part 2: The End Season 2 Episode 14: Rust Episode 15: Skype Episode 16: Homecoming, Part 3005: Running Back To SBC With My Woes Episode 17: Yeezy Street Episode 18: Convergence Episode 19: Shit Episode 20: TerminEx On The Train Episode 21: TerminEx Turn Off The Television Episode 22: Return to ROBLOX: Back 2 Tha Muthafuckin Basics N' Shit Episode 23: Homecoming, Part 4: The Gates Episode 24: The Really Exciting Second Season Finale Episode Episode 1: Doody Era It was a dark time for SBC. While the heated wars of SpongeBuddy Mania were far behind them, the great kingdom of SBC had recently faltered. The Kingdom had tried to expand and combine with the Wiki Village and the Fanon Slums, and it had massively failed. King Dylan was under massive stress from January to June, and in the end, he resigned as King, and put Nuggets in his place. Things seemed to look up for a while. And then they tried to expand the Kingdom again and it sucked. But King Nuggets had a new plan. Something that would surely bring the Kingdom back to its glory days. A scribe ran into Nuggets’ throne room, carrying a large box. Lightning flashed through the window, illuminating the large, stony room. “Sir!” The scribe called. “Your project is here!” “Excellent,” The King said. “Deliver it to the scientist. It shall begin.” = = = It was a small room. It was dark, too. In the center of the room was a table with a light hanging overhead and at it sat a woman with a pharmacist’s coat on. She was scribbling furiously on her notepad when the door opened and light flooded into the dark room. In came two guys. One was a boy, about 16, with a black jacket on, and he shuffled into the room and quickly sat in the chair in front of the table. The other guy was older, and he had sunglasses and headphones over his ears. He sauntered into the room, and plopped down into a chair. “Well, hello. What are your names?” The pharmacist said. “SG, you’ve known me and jjs for years, I’m sick of you asking that question every time you see us.” Shinya said, taking off his sunglasses. Jjs snickered and took off his jacket. “Well, I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you here.” SG picked up a large box and dropped it on the table. Shin, not one to wait, jumped and lifted the box open. Inside were thousands of papers stacked on top of each other. “What is this? Synthetic weed made to look like paper? I like this plan already, SG.” “That’s not weed. It’s a shipment of spin-offs.” At this, Jjs snorted. “Why would you ever ship spin-offs anywhere? I can’t remember the last time I saw a good spin-off.” “You’re right, jjs. In fact, I’d say we’re in the middle of a dark era for spin-offs.” “More like a Doody Era.” “Mmhmm,” Mandy said. “But this right here, is the best spin-off ever written. Crafted by only the best story-tellers on the internet, it’s an epic poem detailing an amazing adventure, and we need to deliver it to SpongeBuddy Mania for the members there to finish the final chapter. We’ve chosen you two to deliver it there.” “Question,” Shin said, not paying attention. “Who cares?” Mandy scowled. “Spin-Offs are a dying art, you know. They’re very important to our community. I remember the good old days, where we’d go to the Spin-Off Theater on Fridays, watch a few episodes, head out to eat. Don’t you want that back?” Shin shrugged. “Whatever . I guess.“ Shin said.” Jjs raised his hand. “I have another question. How do you expect us to get all the way to SpongeBuddy Mania?” He said. “That’s the easy part,” Mandy said, smiling. “Come out here with me.” Mandy stood up and walked out of the dark room, and Jjs and Shinya followed. = = = SG stood in front of a sleek, large, hamburger shaped vehicle with pickle wheels. Jjs and Shinya stared at it with a scowl. “What the fuck is this?” Shin asked in disbelief. “It’s a total replica of the Patty Wagon.” Jjs and Shin meandered into the sandwich. “This is totally the best car ever.” Shin said sarcastically. “I know, right?” Jjs said. “Hey, what’s this button do?” Jjs asked. He clicked a button on the dashboard. Loud blaring rap music started bursting out of the speakers. Shin grinned and hit the button again. The music stopped. Jjs hit another button. A rocket launcher popped out of the gas tank. Shin and Jjs smiled at each other. “Maybe this car isn’t as terrible as we thought .” Jjs said. “Hah, yeah. Imagine how many dead carcasses would fit in here!” Shin said. Jjs looked at Shin. “Not that I would want to put any dead bodies in here…” Shin laughed nervously. “What does this button do?” Jjs asked. He almost pushed the small black button, but SG yelled out. “NO! That’s the self-destruct button!” “What dumbass would put a self-destruct button in there?” Shin grumbled. SG smiled nervously and whistled nonchalantly. Jjs and Shin looked at each other with an irritated look. “SG, would you happen to have any other cars available?” “Nope.” She said. “Just that one.” “You expect us to deliver this weed-“ “Spin-Off,” SG said. “Spin-Off, weed, same thing.” Shin said. “You expect us to deliver this Spin-Weed across the country in a sandwich car?” “…Yes.” Mandy said. Shin began to walk out of the garage. “Just a heads up, Jayman. This trip is gonna suck.” = = = Shin sped through SBCity at 90 MPH. He nearly ran over CNF as the Patty Wagon zipped past the Entertainment Rec Center. “Hey! You could’ve killed me!” CNF called after the car. “I’m pissed that I didn’t!” Shin called back. He then turned back around and weaved between cars on “Maybe I Should Just Drive My Car Into A River Or Something” Road. “Shin, could we please slow down?” Jjs asked, clearly nauseous. “Sorry, but we can’t slow down until we get to Ex’s Surf Shack. SG told us he’d give us the map, remember?” “Right. But do you have to go so fast?” “Yes.” Shin continued speeding down the street, when he took a sharp turn onto a dirt road. Jjs turned his head to the side. They were in a highly wooded area. Through the trees, Jjs could almost make out smoke billowing. He realized it was a train. “Yo, Shin, is that Rusty’s train?” Shin looked over, took a sharp turn right, and sped back onto the street. “Stay the hell away from that thing, you got me?” “I got you.” Jjs smiled. A few minutes later, and the Patty Wagon pulled into Ex’s Surf Shack. Jjs and Shin hopped out of the car and went inside. The Surf Shack was a quaint, wooden place, Ex was at the counter, leaning over. He straightened up when he saw Shin and Jjs. “Sup, guys?” “Yo, Ex. What’s good?” Shin said, grinning. “Not much. You want this map?” Ex held up a rolled up piece of large paper. “You know it.” Ex tossed the map to Shin, and then pulled out his 3DS. “I’ll see you guys later.” Ex said. “Be careful.” Jjs and Shin exited the shop and hopped back into the Patty Wagon. It was afternoon now. “So, where to first?” Jjs asked as Shin unrolled the map. He held it in front of him. Shin’s face as he read the map was a jumble of expressions. Smiles, frowns, scowls, unsure looks. Then he looked to Jjs. “Look at this shit, man. We gotta go to the Xat Fountain, the Skype Hangout, we’ve gotta go back to fucking Roblox of all places! The Spin-Off Theater, Turntable, tinychat…This is gonna suck so much.” “Nah, dude.” Jjs said, leaning back. “It could be fun. As long as we have tunes and we don’t mess with any alternate universe stuff like we did a few years back, it should be smooth sailing, right?” “I guess.” “So, where to first?” Jjs asked again. “First stop is the Xat.” Shin revved up the Patty Wagon. “Then away we go!” Jjs laughed as the car sped out of the parking lot and into the sun, towards the Xat. “Time to get out of the Doody Era!” Shin called to no one in particular. Meanwhile, in the back of the trunk, the box the Spin-Off was contained in glowed. The box shuffled. Something big was happening. -End.
  8. SBCinema

    Yep you read this right. Nothing like JCMovies, I promise. This wasn't my original idea, but I figured this could be a fun side project while I finalize an actual new lit or spin-off idea. Plot: Each episode is a parody of a movie involving SBC members.
  9. The Quickster

    Like Miss Appear and Captain Magma before it, this show is the next in line to build to the I.J.L.S.A miniseries. Plot: "Peter Chang is an 18 year old college student who has recently developed the ability to move at supersonic speeds. Though initially using his powers to make his own life easier, Peter becomes inspired to fight for a greater good after the death of a loved one. Along the way, Peter uncovers the shocking truth about the origin of his powers, and a dastardly plan that could potentially threaten all of New Kelp City." AIR DATE: April 21, 2017 The Teenjverse: 1. Team SpongeBob (2010-Present) 2. Miss Appear (2016-Present) 3. Captain Magma (2016-2017) Main Characters: Peter Chang Irene Hart Tyrone East Professor Seid Sun Chang Beldon Dime
  10. In honor of SOF 5, here's a new lit based on a suggestion on the Xat. Episode 1 CNF: welp American Dad's last episode on FOX is on CNF: lmfao the continuation of the Golden Turd arc jjs: holy crap jjs: they finally continued it? jjs: (don't have it on atm) CNF: yup jjs: wow, the last episode i remember ever seeing it in was 2006 CNF: ikr jjs: although i think i recall it in that rapture episode too jjs: but it wasn't advanced much CNF: so AD premieres on TBS October 20th at 9pm ET jjs: gtg CNF: see ya CNF: im out Trophy: well it looks like xat traveled back in time again Trophy: this is becoming a daily occurrence Hayden: wait trophy I have an idea Trophy: yeah? Hayden: we've seen xat time travel enough that we're able to predict when it'll happen now Trophy: so? Hayden: so we should use it to our advantage Hayden: look up lottery numbers from september 21, 2014 and buy tickets with those numbers the next time xat takes us back in time Trophy: that's actually a really great idea Hayden: I came up with it Hayden: of course it's a great idea (ding dong) JCM: man, xat refreshed again JCM: what were you guys talking about? Hayden: nothing Trophy: nothing at all JCM: okay Hayden: let's take this to pc (the next day) CNF: welp American Dad's last episode on FOX is on Hayden: IT WORKED CNF: lmfao the continuation of the Golden Turd arc Hayden: i'm at the store buying the powerball tickets as we speak Hayden: what about you? Trophy: buying mega millions tickets jjs: holy crap jjs: they finally continued it? jjs: (don't have it on atm) Trophy: I hope this works CNF: yup jjs: wow, the last episode i remember ever seeing it in was 2006 CNF: ikr Hayden: bought my lottery tickets Hayden: troph? jjs: although i think i recall it in that rapture episode too jjs: but it wasn't advanced much Trophy: in the process of buying mine Hayden: well you better hurry it up CNF: so AD premieres on TBS October 20th at 9pm ET jjs: gtg CNF: see ya Hayden: shit we're out of time CNF: im out Trophy: okay done Trophy: whoa Trophy: hayden look at your bank account Hayden: WE'RE RICH Trophy: I can't believe it worked Trophy: this is insane Hayden: well believe it Hayden: I can't believe I didn't think of this before (ding dong) WookieDumplings: Hello, boys. Trophy: Hello...Mr. Burns? WookieDumplings: Why are these default names so stupid? Trophy: that's xat for you Hayden: who are you, noob? WookieDumplings: Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is what I want from you. Trophy: what you want from us? WookieDumplings: I found it interesting that you two purchased several winning tickets to the major lotteries at the same time. It took me many months, but I've finally managed to track you two here to this...SpongeBob chat. So tell me. What's your secret? Hayden: our secret is that we're very confident WookieDumplings: Bullshit. Trophy: do you think we're time travelers or something? WookieDumplings: Maybe. If you did travel in time, I could make it worth your while to tell me how. I could make investments, bets, and the like that would make a lot more money than those silly lotteries, and you'd receive a cut. Trophy: (pm) I don't know. Should we trust him? Hayden: (pm) nah Trophy: sorry Trophy: but we're gonna pass WookieDumplings: I was afraid you'd say that. Unfortunately for you two, your frequent visits to this chatroom isn't the only thing I know about you. Trophy: what does that mean? WookieDumplings: I sincerely hope you change your minds. Hayden: don't worry Hayden: we won't Trophy: what the fu Hayden: trophy? Hayden: what's going on? Hayden: trophy? WookieDumplings: Right on time. Hayden: what did you do to him? WookieDumplings: I'll be back tomorrow. Hayden: trophy? Hayden: trophy? Hayden: ...
  11. Sketch-offs

    A few years ago, I asked Ex on the XAT about doing my own version of a Robot Chicken/MAD styled parody show of SBC spin-offs and lits like he once had back in the day called "Robot Trout". He gave me the approval to do so and I've been thinking about when would be the right time to follow through with this plan. No better time than the present to give this a shot. Plot: Spin-offs and literatures from yesteryear to the present get parodied for the amusement of others hopefully not just myself. Coming soon!
  12. Residents of Bikini Bottom are enjoying their daily lives, but not for long. The United States Navy has invented new technology to circumvent nuclear waste side-effects on the body, and dives into the nuclear testing site of Bikini Atoll undercover, finding a bustling metropolis under the sea, an established society, and...talking fish. After a citizen is taken for testing by the country, scientist Sandy Cheeks discovers the land creatures are planning to take over other societies made from nuclear testing aftermaths at nuclear testing points in the Marshall Islands. These surrounding areas fight the US in an all out war. Who will win? The Bikini Alliance, or the United States of America? Find out**, in World War BA. **spin-off may or may not premiere/continue Loosely based on true stories of the aftermath of the nuclear testing in the Pacific Proving Grounds. I wanted to write a nice spin-off, so here you go.
  13. Paranoia

    PARANOIA Welcome to Alpha Complex, in the year 214 (and it has always been the year 214; to contradict this is treason, Citizen), run by the all-seeing Friend Computer to house humanity after the Big Whoops caused by dirty Communists. Ruling over the labyrinthine, seemingly-infinite and everchanging Complex with an iron fist, Friend Computer has organized society into a hierarchy based around Newton's electromagnetic spectrum, ranging from the mindless Infrared proles to the seemingly omnipotent Ultraviolet (also known as the High Programmers), each of which are tied into varying levels of "security clearances" (which are more based on how much trust the Computer places in a person). Adding to this are the mandates of "Happiness is Mandatory", "The Computer Is Your Friend", among other things, most importantly that anything and everything can and will be treason; on the other hand, anything and everything CANNOT be treason if you're able to convince Friend Computer. Further complicating matters are the various secret societies and mutants that inhabit Alpha Complex alongside humanity, as well as the heavily edited and always incorrect history of the world before Alpha Complex. To combat threats to Alpha Complex, the Computer employs teams known as Troubleshooters, which handle threats such as Commies, traitors, unregistered mutants, secret society members, unregistered mutant Commie traitor secret society members and so on and so forth. Topping this all off is a sense of paranoia and fear, where no one can be trusted... ...However, what seems like a standard cut-and-paste dystopian setting is turned humorous when you dig a bit further: the secret societies are derived from the incorrect pre-Complex history (for example "Communists" base their ideology on Beatles songs and the films of the Marx Brothers), EVERYTHING requires a security clearance (and is as such color-coded), Alpha Complex is run by a bureaucracy so vast and ineffective no one is sure who runs what anymore, Friend Computer is a schizophrenic mess who doesn't offer any useful help, everyone is a mutant to some degree (and nearly always unregistered), and the Troubleshooters are always betraying each other, in addition to facing various threats from everything (killer robots, mutants, traitors, squirrels). This is the world of Paranoia. Enjoy your stay, and have a nice daycycle! ----------------- Yep, this will be my first new lit of the year, based on a cult classic tabletop RPG. Paranoia follows a team of six newly-promoted Troubleshooters as they are assigned missions by Friend Computer. Simple enough, right? WRONG. All six belong to various secret societies, cannot and will not trust one another, and in addition to Friend Computer's "help", are often given useless and/or dangerous equipment in order to assist on missions. So, essentially think Totally Spies with the darker and more satirical parts of South Park's humor, or Power Rangers with inverted morality and a heaping serving of Murphy's law (anything that can go wrong will go wrong). In any case, however, I intend to create a darkly humorous take on the "monster-of-the-week" genre.
  14. Brady's Corner o' Writing

    Just an area for general writing of mine that doesn't fit in any of my series' and to prevent creating a topic for every one shot I write. Some of it general Wendipping trash, random thoughts that came into my head or previews of future stuff depending on how I see fit. Anyhow, may as well start this off with wendip because of course I would: ----------- Picnic in the Falls It was a beautiful day in Gravity Falls. The bird were whistling, the gnomes were digging and Dipper was once more humming along to Disco Girl. "OOH OOOH!" He sang from the bathroom, unaware of the giggling voices from the other side of the door. "Yo dude, no encore! Hurry up in there!" Wendy said as she knocked loudly. Dipper either didn't hear her or chose not to hear her. Big mistake. "Oh Annabelle, should we alert to Daddy that we were being serious?" She asked the little girl standing right next to her. The girl exuberantly waved her head up and down to indicate yes. Wendy then went to go retrieve her axe as Annabelle waited by the bathroom door for her mother. Annabelle was a short little gal, only a few feet tall, but already growing bright brown hair similar to her father's natural color and was still in her bright pink pajamas even though it was already 11 in the late morning. Wendy then returned with her trusty old hand me down axe and put it in a wielding position. "Now we're gonna put a scare into Daddy honey." Wendy began whispering. "We're gonna count quietly up to… And then…" Dipper was still obliviously listening to Disco Girl, when suddenly… "8, 9, 10!" the girls announced loudly as they plunged the axe into the bottom right corner of the door. "GAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Dipper screamed as the axe went into the door, startling him. Trying to escape, he ran face first into the door quite hard, to the laughter of the girls. "We got you Daddy!" Annabelle said exuberantly. "We got you good!" Dipper could be annoyed ever so briefly as he heard his daughter's laughter. It was contagious. "Yeah, I guess you did honey." He chuckled along with them. "Now it's time for all of us to get dressed for our trip today, ok honey?" "Alright daddy!" the little girl said as she skipped along to her room. Dipper then turned his attention to his wife, Wendy Pines. "And you need to stop scaring me whenever I take a long shower." Dipper said in a sarcastic tone. "Only when you start taking shorter showers." She said back with a smirk. "You left me only with the cold water yesterday." "You're a lumberjack, you can withstand the c-"Dipper was interrupted as he dodged her axe once again. "I'll see you downstairs" she said as she took her turn into the shower. Dipper continued getting dressed, putting on a collared dress shirt and dark blue dress pants. He'd felt he might've overdressed a bit, but he decided against changing since he figured the girls would put on dresses themselves. He then went downstairs and pulled out the mail of the last few days. Dipper had a nice, organized system of differentiating between the junk mail, bills, letters, and other miscellaneous items that didn't fit with the other categories. Wendy mostly just put it in the middle of the table in a massive clunk of a mess. Deep down, it really didn't bother him all that much as he enjoyed the activity (although he stubbornly refused to tell Wendy that.) This particular morning, he saw that there was a letter from Mabel, his twin sister. He knew it was her because she signed her name on the envelope with stickers. He began to open it when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so he decided to save the letter for later that night. He looked to see Annabelle in a bright green sweater with a little axe on it, a birthday gift from her aunt. It reminded Dipper of an old sweater Wendy had. "What do you think Daddy?" She asked her dad. "Mommy said…" Just then Wendy slid down the stairway railing in the sweater Dipper had been thinking of. "How do I look dude?" The girls asked in unison. Dipper gave a thumbs up, but blushed red in slight embarrassment. "Daddy, we're just going out for a picnic not one of your meetings!" Annabelle said to her Dad, giggling at his rather formal outfitting. "You just need a t-shirt and shorts!" Wendy patted her on the head. "Honey, you know daddy's never had the best sense of fashion. We'll give him a couple hours to change." Wendy joked. Dipper mock laughed with a grin and went back to his room to change. Dipper, no longer the scrawny little guy who'd first visited Gravity Falls nearly 20 years ago now, had encountered a growth spurt and went from being right above Wendy's abdomen to being nearly at eye level with her. He'd let his hair grow out some and it became a bit more of a frizzy mess then straight front and combed over to look like a choir boy. Now wearing a t-shirt that read "Portland University" along some basketball shorts and white tennis shoes, Dipper went back downstairs and fit right in with the rest of his little crew. "Much better Daddy!" Annabelle said happily. After a twenty minute walk through the forest, the family of three ended up by the central lake and camped out under a tree to hog the shade. Dipper probably was glad to have changed clothes for sure as he was already sweating through his clothes. Mrs. Pines looked no bit tired and Annabelle, carrying the backpack of food, looked pretty well herself. "Mommy, why's Daddy already tired?" Annabelle asked. "Just needs to get his nose out of the books a little more often." Wendy said jokingly. "You wanna set up the meal for us, sweetie?" "Yes yes yes!" Annabelle said happily. "I got everything you asked me to pack!" She then pulled out a bright green blanket, a two liter of root beer, a bag of trail mix and six plastic bags of sandwiches, two for each person. "Bellie, where are the cups?" Dipper asked. "Cups? There's no way I'd forget…" Annabelle's voice then trailed off softly as she realized she had forgotten cups. "Oops..." Wendy then began drinking from the bottle waterfall style. "Don't worry honey, we'll make do." She said as she wiped her face and then handed it to Annabelle. She tried to drink it like her mom had, but her aim wasn't quite as sharp and mostly just got it on her face. "It's ok Bellie." Dipper said as he handed her a napkin to wipe the root beer off her face. "Isn't it so nice to have a day off with both of us here?" Wendy asked to neither of them in particular. "Yeah, it's nice to not be touring too much right now." Dipper began saying, then turned over to face his wife. "And spend more time with my wonderful wife." He then kissed her on the cheek. "And my adorable daughter." He continued as he kissed her on the forehead. "Aww Daddy!" Annabelle exclaimed as she hugged her Dad. "I have a surprise for you two!" "You do!?" They both said in surprised unison. "Yep!" Annabelle then pulled out two hats, one a baseball cap with a pine tree on it and the other a lumberjack hat. "Your old hats!" Both still had their mouths agape in Annabelle's ability to find them as they'd been hidden far away in the attic of the old house as neither really liked wearing hats all that much anymore. "Wow…" Dipper said finally ending the silence. "Never thought I'd see these old things again." "So much… memory in these…" Wendy chimed in. "Put em on!" Annabelle said cheerfully. "I wanna see if they still fit!" Dipper tried to put his old pine tree hat on, but it was definitely not as snug on his head as it was when he was 13. He tried to hide the discomfort it was causing, but he did a poor job as his head clearly looked constricted and tight. Annabelle relieved her Dad and put it loosely on his head, front side up to the sky. "That probably feels better doesn't?" She asked. "It wasn't bad before…" Dipper grumbled to himself, neither of the girls apparently hearing him. (He got over it) "Mommy, your turn!" Wendy then put her lumberjack hat on, and it fit right on like a charm. "Just like the Summer of 2012!" Wendy said with a smirk on her face towards Dip. Dipper sat in a thinker pose for a second before having a thought. "Wait." He said as he took Wendy's hat off her head and stuck his pine tree hat on hers. He then stuck her lumberjack hat on his head and both grinned deeply. "It's just like…" Wendy began. "… The first time…" Dipper continued. "… That I knew…" "That I loved you!" Both finished in unison as they embraced one another in a great hug of love. Annabelle snuck her head in the hug as well. And the little family had never been happier then they were in that very moment. --------- See you all soon with more content!
  15. Captain Magma

    Alright, so as I mentioned in the thread for Miss Appear, I'm approaching an I.J.S.L.A show by focusing on each of the core members individually first. This spin-off is the next step, and what better way to announce it than during the SOF6 . Plot - "Following his part in helping Miss Appear defeat a serial killer in Bikini Bottom, Johnny Flaire is inspired to clean up crime in his city of New Coral after a violent gang moves in. Donning the secret identity of 'Magma', Johnny must deal with the dangers of being a hero, while also battling a crippling drug addiction. " Notes - This show will take place some months after the events of Miss Appear, focusing on Johnny's own origin story as a super-hero Captain Magma has the power to control, produce, and turn his body into flames. While Miss Appear will receive a second season, this show will definitely just be a mini-series of about 10-13 episodes. Both shows are set in the same universe as Team SpongeBob. Premiere Date - Summer 2016 Viewing Order of the Teenjverse - 1. Team SpongeBob 2010-Present (Non-essential to Captain Magma) 2. Miss Appear 2016-Present (Semi-Essential to Captain Magma) Main Characters - Captain Magma/Johnny Flaire Sabrina Castillo Madeline Flaire William Flaire Tia Flaire Elena Rivera-Bandz Vicro Acosta
  16. THE NEW ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN N: THE GAME MASTER Coming soon to an SBC near you. ------- Welcome to the thread for my newest lit, guys. The first episode has yet to be written, so keep an eye out.
  17. I'm gonna make an SBC parody of Pearls Before Swine. Basically, it's a dark comic strip that kind of hard to explain. Here, let me just use a few comics to show you what it's like: Anyway, you get the idea. There are several story arcs in the comic strip, so I will use those as material. PM me if you want to be a writer. Post here if you want to be a character. Characters: Rat (an angry beer-drinking rat) - MMM Pig (a dumb but sweet pig) - Wumbo Goat (the straight man) -4EverGreen Zebra (the one who always outsmarts the crocs) - Rusty Larry (a crocodile who wants to kill Zebra) -CDCB Bob (the crocodile that always dies) Guard Duck (a duck that likes to kill people) Danny Donkey (a very, very, very, inebriated donkey) - rev Pigita (pig's girlfriend that often beats him up) Ellie Elephant (this) Patty (Larry's wife that always ridicules him for never catching Zebra) -Fa Stephan Pastis (Rat's enemy and the man who makes the comic) - kevin There's some other characters but most of them aren't that important. Coming soon, as long as I get some takers for the characters.
  18. Season 1 Plot: A team of SBC members tour around Bikini Bottom and other greatly related sites. It wasn't exciting for them when they realized they're in a teen reality show hosted by jjsthekid, in which is particularly subterranean themed survival. Who will win the gold? Who will go home? Stay posted... Season 2 Plot: Continuing on from Season 1 of the hit show, some returning and some new SBCers find themselves at a Legends of the Hidden Temple set, getting another chance for the prize money. Find out who wins, who loses, and who conquers the temple in Underwater Survivor SBC: The Lost Temples. Season 3 Plot: In the third season of the series, many returning and many new SBCers compete in a spy themed season to catch a thief who has stolen the two million doubloons, while still including underwater areas and social networking challenges. Who will win, who is the thief, and who will go home? Find out on Underwater Survivor SBC: 003 Waterfall.
  19. Cast PatBack as PatBack Bl4ze as Captain Bl4ze WhaleBlubber as WhaleBlubbie Jjsthekid as Peppermint Jjs MDPP as Mr. Doctor Barber JCM as Forum Hag Teamwork as Sally Stancakes Wumbo as Eight Armed Wumbo Mermaid Magic as Miss Mermaid Magic, the teacher The other members as sailors/background characters Captain Bl4ze: Psst, PatBack. Hey, PatBack! Come with me! We’re gonna troll a place called SBC! WhaleBlubbie: Who needs SpongeBob Community? It’s safer on TV.com! Bl4ze: But that place is empty and there ain’t people to piss off! WhaleBlubbie: It’s dangerous and complicated… Bl4ze: But we’ll make the members agitated! PatBack: Being an asshole’s the life for me! Bl4ze: We’ll cause mayhem and find pussy! WhaleBlubber: Eh, sounds pretty lame to me. The miiiiiiisadventures of… PatBack: PatBaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Created by Throw Up van Rechid Coming soon to SBCN Guest writes are welcome too.
  20. We can all agree that there have been some bad episodes of SpongeBob. Which ones are bad is an entirely different story though. But what if every single episode was supposed to be bad--really, really bad? We'd have no choice but to agree that SpongeBob is one terrible show. That's what this spin-off is all about. You won't find a single good episode here. Everything here is utterly horrible. I guarantee once the first episode premieres, the admins here on SBC will want to ban me for scarring them with such monstrous attempts at comedy. Ladies and gentleman, I bring to you, Stuff Happens to SpongeBob. The worst spinoff you've ever read. Coming soon, so brace yourselves.
  21. Person: Boy Nincompoop

    Something CD and I came up recently one late night. Plot: An SBC'd version of Jimmy Neutron with everyone's favorite "genius," Person. Follows the episodes of the JN series loosely. Writers: Me and CDCB First shot at an SBC it, so hopefully not too offensive to the soul. Also don't fret if your not in it yet, we're determining roles for everyone. Now enjoy --------------------------- Episode 1: Smarty Pants Class is in session one afternoon at the SBC School and MDPP is leading the class in a group reading session for English Literature. But unwilling to read on the grounds that he'll "never use it", Person refuses to so much as look at the book, fearing that the title will seep into his brain MDPP: Person, you're not reading your book Person: Why should I? I'm never going to use reading ever again. Elastic: That's the dumbest shit I ever heard. MDPP: As long as you're in my class you'll use reading whether you like it or not. Person: lol CDCB: Seriously man? MDPP isn't joking. Person: What? CDCB: ...don't laugh dude. Person: I WASN'T LAUGHING MDPP and the entire class stare at Person in confusion. As far as they can tell, Person is having another one of his "thin air friend" episodes. CDCB: HONK! Person: DON'T HONK AT ME! MDPP: Alright Person, if you and your honking imaginary friends are going to disrupt the class, you're going to earn a dete-- Before MDPP can finish his sentence, the bell rings and the students bail out. Person walks away proudly like he's on top of the world. CDCB: Lucky bitch. Person: No thanks to YOU! Fa: Why are you talking to the air... Again Person: Shut up nerd! Fa just shrugs his shoulders as he walks off school grounds and to the XAT, the hangout bar SBC often went to after school. Person: XAT! *Begins to drool* Can I come in? Everyone looks at each other before realizing that Spongebob's #1 Fan had already opened the doors and let person in. JCM promptly kicked Spongebob's #1 Fan out before disappearing nonchalantly without warning. Sneaking up behind everyone else, Person fit himself in between Cha and Katniss as if he were the life of the party. "Guys, mama SG got mad at me for not wanting to pick up my pants. There's like 80 pairs here. She's so dictatorial am I right?" CDCB: lol... lazy much? Fa: There's no way you own 80 pairs of pants when you wear the same pair every day. Person: I DON'T WEAR THE SAME PAIR! Katniss: This place should be Person proofed. *Drags Cha and moves away from Person* SpongeBob's #1 Fan (Through the cracks of the door): Oh my goodness, 80 pairs sounds like a lot! Clappy: Why are we acknowledging this? Person: Why does everybody want me to pick up my pants? I shouldn't have to waste my time worrying about like 80 pairs if I'm going to get new pants anyway lol Cricket noises chirped for the next few minutes before head man Jjs waltzes on in. Jjs: Yeah... I'm kicking you. Pick up your pants Person. Person then found himself on the outside looking in. Enraged, Person runs out the front door and calls his greatest pal on his Nokia cell phone. Person: Bob Duncan of Bob Duncan's bugs begone! I need your help! Acidic: Sure, but hurry it up. The llama palooza thing starts up pretty soon and I'm not significantly buzzed up yet. Person: The SpongeBob community kicked me off again! All I do is share my heart out and all they do is completely reject me! What should I do Bob Duncan? Acidic: Well *snort* you should just keep *huff* doing what your doing. Don't give up. Now excuse me while I watch llama looza. Person - Brain Strain! Acidic hangs up the phone, but Person runs back inside somehow: "I thought what you guys said and I decided instead of actually picking up my pants, I'll just invent a device that lets them pick themselves up! Watch for me since I'm such a smarty pants! You'll see!" Fa: Smarty Pants huh. Cute pun Person: Well not now. I'm gonna watch llama looza with THE Bob Duncan. See ya later Jjs: I probably should lock this thread, but I'm a bit intrigued what's next. It avoids the lock hammer for now Omair: Hey! Tell Boob Duncan that I'm the llama authority around these parts! YIU HEAR ME PERSON!? -------------------------- Later that night, Person is getting ready to sleep after Llama looza, when his father, Jenkins, walks in the room. He rarely saw much of his dad due to his WWE Raw obsession, but occasionally he came by the SBC, and also to parent his son. OMJ - Son, I read your sad post on SBC and decided that it was time to have the pants talk. Person - I didn't realize a discussion on pants was necessary at any point in my life. OMJ - I know you didn't son. Cause your kinda lame. Anyhow, we all reach that point in life where we just wanna let the zipper loose, and honestly I guess it's not bad that often. I remember in my youth when I was the bomb and I was always out there.... Person moronically droned it out like a lot of his Dad's speeches. They usually had something to do with the Hawaiian wars or something Person could give less about. It's not like it'd help him out in life he'd always thought. OMJ- ... And that's why Hawaii is a state son. Hopefully, I cleared up when it's ok to let the zipper loose and when it's not. Jenkins left feeling confident he had helped his lame, wayward son out greatly. ----------------------- The next day person shows up at school and sees Fa sitting there quite menacingly. Fa just looked blankly as person glared him down weakly. Fa - what are you doing? You look like your squinting really hard. Person - I'm giving you the glare of defeat, the defeat you shall suffer in show and tell today! Fa - Oh wait that was today? Aww shit, I forgot Person - This will be even easier then I expected. Nothing could go wrong! MDPP - Alright, who wants to go first with random show and tell day? *dust bunnies travel the room in the silence* MDPP- Person, your our winner! Person - Thank you teacher! I look forward to being the smartest of you all! Person then pulls out a a camera duck taped on to a remote control to make it look like something scientific Person - Have you ever moaned to yourself about having to stop playing Wii U to put away clothes? Everyone shakes their head to say no Person - Have you ever wanted your clothes to put away themselves? No response from the class, but Person just continues anyways. Person - You've come to the right place. I present to you guys... the Pantsotron! Just aim this laser at your pants and you uh, press this button. Your pants will be under your full control. Any questions? CDCB - Yeah, do you think extraterrestrial life exists on Jupiter? Person: THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU... Now watch everybody. Nobody bothered to ask about Mr. Thin Air Man again, and instead just sat silently. Person then hit the power button on the pantsotron and aimed it right at his pants. However it doesn't actually do anything to his pants and just makes them itchy. Person - Itchy! Itchy! MDPP - Dude, if you had to masturbate you just had to ask for the hall pass. Person - I DON'T MASTURBATE!! Person angrily presses the button a second time hoping for better results, but this just enlarges his testicles to monstrous proportions. CDCB - Eesh, talk about ballsy... Despite getting sent home early due to his inappropriate ball expansion, Person manages to rush to XAT and tries to stop the inevitable discussion on his "wardrobe malfunction" but it was too late, Fa beat him to it. Fa - Person was masturbating in class today Elastic - Those were some big balls man Jjs - This day shall always be "big balls Person day." Pissed in anger, Person threw the Pantsotron at the floor, where it flew sparks all over the place. It then fired at the nearby "Blue Pants-O Wonder" shop, causing it to nearly implode. Moments later, an army of generic blue pants marches out of the store towards SBC. Person - MWHAHAHAHAH! My plan worked! I AM A SMARTY PANTS! However, the pants gang banged Person, and dragged him outside of SBC and began beating him up. As this went on, the sun began to set beautifully over the scene. Omair - WHERE'S MY CAMERA!? IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THESE THAT I CAN'T FIND IT! OMF! Cha - At least we got the mental memory of the sunset in our heads forever And so they did so as they peacefully watched Person become mauled by the pants army.
  22. Lost Soul, Now Found

    (I have a few other WWE stories. This one isn't completely new, but isn't really related to any other story. I was sort of inspired to write this story from chapter 15 of Sister of The Shield. It is kind of a backstory for Bray Wyatt, and the Story of Sister Abigail. The only difference is Abigail will be older than Bray as they grow up... She would be sort of motherly even though she was his sister and try to take care of him. In a slightly different world, Abigail met Luke, Erick, and Braun, they were close friends of Bray's and became more like brothers to their family. Following The Wyatt Family gives you kind of a Supernatural kind of feeling. My theory is Abigail's body is no longer living, but her soul is still wandering the earth. Her soul could take on a new form. Then she could search for Bray, now in a different body she is much younger than Bray. Now the roles could be reversed and Bray and The Wyatt Family could take care of her. This won't be as long as my other stories. I'm not even sure if this will be a multi chapter story. This is more of a short story. We'll see how it goes. I will use three of Bray's promos in this first chapter. Also... I realize that these promos take place at different primes of Bray's career, but think of this as something that happened before Bray comes to WWE. It will help with the story. My hope is that with this first chapter, there will be a better understanding of Bray and his story so far, with Bray's family history, and history with Abigail. I want to keep things kind of like the way we know with Bray in WWE, but also with my own take of things with Abigail, and maybe even a little bit of history with Erick, Luke, and Braun.) Lost Soul, Now Found Chapter One Growing up, Abigail was five years older than Bray. She was his sister, but their relationship with their parents wasn't the best. She had a motherly instinct, she loved Bray and took care of him like a mother. Bray was only three when their mother died, he learned from a very age from his father that the world was a very dark place. Whenever his father thought that he did something wrong he would punish Bray. His father was harder on Bray because he wanted to make Bray a strong, disciplined, and wise man when he was older. Abigail noticed that it got worse when their mother died. She thought their father was being too tough on Bray. Once their father was finished punishing Bray, Abigail would take Bray and hold him until he stopped crying. Things only seemed to get worse once Bray started school. His first friend was a boy named Erick Rowan. Erick was made fun of a lot because he wouldn't talk very much. Most of the kids thought it was because he was dumb and didn't know how to talk. Two of the bigger bullies at Bray's school were Luke Harper and Braun Strowman. They started laughing at Erick and pushing him around. Bray wanted to help his best friend, but was also a target of their bullying. They pushed him to the ground and started kicking him. What was interesting was that Luke had a crush on Abigail. Luke and Abigail were the same age, but Luke didn't know that Bray was Abigail's brother. She knew that Luke had a crush on her and thought of something clever. She was upset that Braun and Luke were bullying her brother. She grabbed Luke and kissed him, Braun was shocked and didn't know what to do. Abigail only kissed him for a few seconds before she grabbed him by the head and head butted him and then punched him in the face. Braun then ran away as Luke grabbed at his nose as it started bleeding. She went to check on Bray and Erick. They were ok, but soon Abigail got in trouble and was sent home. Ironically, the same guys that were bullying Bray and Erick became friends, even alomst like brothers. Bray's relationship with his father only got worse as he got older. Abigail stayed in school, but his father pulled Bray out of school when he was eight years old, he did more work around their house. As Bray got older, he developed this hatred for his father and wished that he was dead. His father was a smoker and he would always have a lighter with him. Bray developed this fascination with fire. He took his father's lighter, and his boat caught on fire and sank into the sea with him. Bray was then taken away for several years because many believed that Bray would grow up being a kid that would cause trouble and possibly end up with a life in prison. He was educated and he caught up on the things that he missed out on when his father took him out of school. (Watch this promo if you haven't alread.) /RD3-dWA-JG4 Abigail didn't know what happened, and both her and Bray were upset when they were separated. Abigail went to live with other members of their family for several years until she was old enough to live on her own. Abigail was eighteen, and Bray was now thirteen and Bray returned home to live with her. She then told him to beware the man in the woods and that he was the eater. Erick, Luke, and Braun would join Bray when they went hunting. They heard a noise and everyone else ran. Even though Bray was scared he moved towards the noise and saw the man in the woods. He had hair all they way down to his knees and had an alligator in one hand. He stared at Bray with his yellow eyes and held out a slingshot. Bray was then scared and ran back to the cabin and saw Abigail and apologized to her for not believing her about the man in the woods. She asked Bray what he said to her. Bray told her that he didn't say anything, he only looked at him and showed him his slingshot. Bray didn't really understand, but she told him that it was his slingshot too and that he was the man in the woods. Was this some kind of foreshadowing? (This I don't even know if I would call it a promo, but it is one of my favorites. There is so much to learn about Bray from this, such good storytelling.) /D5TnXM5HfnI (This part of the story is based off of chapter 15 from Sister of The Shield) Abigail was a Senior in high school and Bray was now starting middle school. Bray had not seen Abigail in several years now, but one thing stayed the same, he still looked up to Abigail, he still loved his sister, and now he wanted to return the favor and look out for her since she spent years looking after him. Abigail was dating a college student, he was three years older than her. (Bray is much older now and is telling her story.) Bray's POV I've always been taught not to judge other people before you get to know them, but something gave me a bad feeling about this guy. He was an adult and my sister was still in high school. Sometimes he would pick her up from school early. She was taken away... her life ended before it even really had a chance to begin. Abigail liked to date people that were older than her, she thought that she could learn from them. She had never really been home later than ten at night and so I started to get worried about her, and this was before cell phones came into play so I didn't have any way of contacting her. Once it got to midnight, I parents sent out the police to search for her. I decided not to stay at home so I started searching for her too. We searched through the woods all night, even in through the cold and rain. Somewhere off in the distance, I heard a scream in the darkness. I don't know if anyone else heard it, but the scream caused a chill to run down my spine that night. I was a bit confused, part of me thought it was an animal shrieking in the night while another part of me thought of it as a human scream. As the rain and cold ended and as the sun began to rise at about six or seven in the morning, there was a thick and eerie fog. Something didn't feel right...Of course Abigail was still missing, but I had a bad feeling that something had happened to her that night. At some point, a dog started barking and running. I decided to follow the dog. It was then that I wished I didn't... We were out in the woods all night searching for Abigail and then I remembered that I heard a scream in the night. It was then that I realized it was Abigail that I heard. Abigail... was laying dead in the dirt. Her body... was pale and cold. She was covered in dirt and blood... She had cuts and bruises all over her skin... and her clothes... they were ripped from her body. It was clear to me then... the man that supposedly loved her only wanted her around until he got what he wanted from her... he raped her... then he killed her. He killed my sister! He tossed her aside like she was a piece of trash! He was never caught or punished for his crime. He took from me... He took what can never be replaced. The love of a sister. He took my sister away from me! That day I learned... the world is a very scary, and evil place. There are evil men out there like him that only cause painand suffering! My sister made the mistake of wanting to be with this man, but honestly... it was my fault. It was my fault for not trusting my gut. My sister is dead... and it's all because of me! I wasn't there for her. I don't feel like I deserve it... but sometimes I feel like she is watching over me, like an angel looking down at me from heaven. Or maybe... Just maybe, her soul is still wandering the earth. Maybe she is searching for me. I can still feel her presence with me sometimes. I took her in my arms that day before I stretched my arms out and looked towards the sky. Sure enough... there were buzzards circling over us. That... is where the phrase, "Follow The Buzzards" comes from. I keep having the nightmare... Abigail still haunts me to this day. I should have been there for her... I can't remember much about my last dream, but what I can remember is holding Abigail in my arms as she was dying. (Here is another promo) /NwEsCOYCkL8 "I was there... I was there before she took her final breath. Then she pulled me in close and she said," "You are the one... She says they chose you, long before you were even in existence, and I understood what she meant." He thought about how much love and care she showed him growing up and thought back to the day Abigail stopped Luke from bullying him and Erick. She had kissed him before she started hitting him. "Her touch could save the world, but her kiss burns it to the ground. I love you... Sister Abigail." Bray was woken up from his nightmare. Abigail had once again haunted his dreams. At the time of her death, Bray was thirteen years old. Bray was now twenty eight, fifteen years had gone by and he wondered what life would be like if Abigail were still alive. Something ususual happened not long after Abigail's death. This could have been a coincidence, but a young family ran off the road, they had a six year old daughter, but she was killed in an accident not far from the place where Abigail was left to die. Abigail's soul had been wandering the earth for a while and was searching for a body to live in. It was unfortunate that the little girl had died, but Abgail decided to take on a new form. The parents were overjoyed when they realized that their little girl was still alive, but really she wasn't the same since then. They thought maybe the crash had scarred her for life, but honestly, she was an entirely different person. Abigail was now inside the body of a six year old. Some souls wander the earth because they have unfinished business, but the little girl's soul went to heaven. It was like Abigail had a second chance, a chance to start over. Now that she was in the body of a six year old, what she thought of as memories of Bray and her old family, she passed it off as dreams she had and she grew up having them over and over again, but didn't know why. Bray felt like her presence was always close even though he knew that he saw her lifeless body in he woods. Years later, the little girl is now twenty one years old and Bray is now twenty eight years old and has been in WWE for a few years now. This girl went by the name of Carlie, but felt like that shouldn't be her real name. She grew up as a fan of WWE, and when Bray made his WWE debut, she felt a special connection with Bray. Her parents didn't understand why, but no one really understood her, she was seen as weird in school, but was judged the most by the people closest to her. She felt like when she watched WWE, more specifically Bray, nothing else in the world mattered. She felt like Bray was the only one that really understood her. Her parents surprised her one day close to her birthday, she would have a special meet and greet with Bray before Raw. There was this excitement building up in her, she was finally going to meet her hero, but she had several dreams about him before he even came to WWE, she always wondered why this was. (To be continued... I cheated a little... I used my name for the six year old girl. I used several of his promos, and even a part from my last story. I think it all kind of fits in. Let me know what you think.)
  23. Sister of The Shield Chapter One Emily Thomas was three years old, she started out living in an orphanage in Pensacola, Florida. One day she met a family with a little boy, this little boy was Roman Reigns. He was about three years older than her and his parents were looking to adopt a girl. Emily was young, but all she wanted was a family. Whenever people came in to adopt kids, most people wanted a little boy, most people just preferred having a boy over having a girl. When the people at the orphanage found out that Roman's parents wanted a girl, they brought them to the room where they were keeping the girls. When the door opened all of the girls turned their attention to the people that came into the room and most of them came running up to Roman and his parents. There were two girls that didn't go to the door. Those girls were Emily and another girl named Brittany. Brittany was about Roman's age, she was one of the prettier girls, but she didn't really get along well with others. While the other girls were laughing, playing, having fun, and trying to get adopted by Roman's parents, Brittany was saying and doing some very mean things to Emily. "You know I'll probably be the next one adopted. I'm the prettiest girl here now that Rachel is gone. No one is going to adopt you because no one wants you. No one cares about you... that's why your mom kept your brother and got rid of you." Emily felt like crying, but only payed attention to the picture she was coloring. Brittany took Emily's picture and crayons and threw it on the floor. "Hey!" Brittany then laughed and pushed Emily in the floor. "Coloring is for babies! Don't be such a baby!" Roman actually saw this and wanted to say something. Everyone's attention was on Emily when she started crying. Roman came over to the girls and yelled at Brittany. "Hey! That's not very nice. Don't be so mean... Don't be a bully!" Brittany backed up, she was a little scared of this boy that came over and started yelling at her. One of the ladies that was in the orphanage took Brittany and told her to go play somewhere else. Emily had a scratch on her knee and when Brittany threw her picture on the ground, part of it ripped. Emily was too young to really understand what was going on, but she cried anyway. Roman was six years old at the time and knew how she felt because some of the boys at his school would sometimes fight with him. He made his way over to her and started picking up the crayons and started talking to her. "Are you ok?" Emily kept crying and wiped her face. She had a hand on her bleeding knee. "No." Roman tried to make her feel better. He looked at the picture she was coloring. "Hey, you like to color too! I think coloring is really cool. What picture is that?" Emily picked up her picture and showed him. "That's a tiger. A pink tiger. That's kind of cool, I've never seen a pink tiger before. I have a picture to show you too, I colored a blue dragon. My name is Roman... Roman Reigns. What's your name?" Emily wiped away her tears and still held her knee. "Emily Thomas." Roman smiled at her and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Roman's parents had wondered where Roman went and finally found him when they saw him shaking Emily's hand. Roman's mom was a nurse and she saw Emily's knee bleeding. "Hey... her knee is bleeding. Don't you people take care of the kids here?" She made her way over to Emily and her husband was close behind her. She heard Roman talking to Emily and saw that they held hands for a moment when they were shaking hands and noticed the smile on Roman's face. She came over and asked for her name and asked what happened. "Hi there... what's your name? Can you tell me what happened?" "I'm Emily Thomas... I was pushed to the floor. Brittany did it... and she ripped my picture too." Roman's mom put a band-aid on her knee and kept talking to her. "Oh I'm sorry." Emily started crying again a little. Roman nodded his head. "Yeah... this mean girl was bullying her. I saw her get pushed to the floor and her stuff too." "It was Brittany." Roman's mom looked at her husband for a moment then back at Emily. "Why did she do that?" Emily started wiping her tears from her eyes. "She said no one would adopt me. No one likes me... my mom didn't. She said coloring is for babies." The first thing Roman's parents saw when they saw Emily was Roman talking with her. It almost broke their heart hearing this from her. It was then that their decision was clear. "Well... would you like it if we adopted you?" Emily wiped away the last of her tears and looked at all of them. She held Roman's hand and gave them a small smile. "Yes... You want to adopt me?" "We do. How old are you Emily?" "Three." They looked at her, she was a lot younger than the other girls, most of the other girls were between six and twelve. Emily had bright blond hair that went to about her shoulders and hazel eyes. The people in charge came over to them. "So you're interested in adopting Emily?" "We are." "Ok, if you'll just follow me, we'll go do some paper work and then she's all yours." Roman's dad called out to her. "Come on Emily, follow us." Emily was a bit shy and stood still for a moment. She didn't really know what was going on, and she was a bit nervous around new people. Roman noticed this and grabbed Emily's hand. "Come on. It's ok, you can come with us, and you won't have to see that mean girl anymore." Emily smiled at this and took Roman's hand as they walked out of the room. Brittany was sitting in the corner and she saw Emily walk out and had a disappointed look on her face, she was the one that was supposed to be adopted, not Emily. Emily was young, but she had already started believing the things that Brittany said to her about people not caring for her and not wanting to adopt her. She didn't know what to think when this family came up to her and said that they wanted to adopt her, but she smiled at Roman, he was the first person that had ever stood up for her. This six year old boy Roman Reigns, about three years older than her stood up for her. As the year would pass by, Emily grew up to love her new family. She didn't have any memory of her birth parents, but she did have memories from the orphanage. She would in time come to see Roman's parents as her own and Roman as her brother. (To be continued. So this is the end of the first chapter. Let me know what you think so far.)
  24. Someone Special

    I think this topic should at least be rated PG-13 If I need to go higher let me know. In this story there will be violence, bad language, and even attempted suicide in a later chapter, but my goal is to make this story a story with cute fluffy moments too. It is a completely made up story, but the situations are realistic. Someone Special Chapter One Her name was Melody Shores, she was a ten year old girl in elementary school in Orlando, Florida. She was a bit of a troublemaker and she didn't really like school much. Some of the young boys would make fun of her for wanting to be a singer and told her that she never would, then she would get in trouble for fighting with them. She was never really into math or science, in fact the only thing she ever liked about school growing up was music. There was just something about music that made her feel good. Her music teacher was really the only person that understood her or encouraged her. Once she got into high school she knew that she wanted to focus her life on music so she actually took band and chorus. She liked band, but she enjoyed chorus more. Her mom worked a lot to support her and her younger brother. Her mom didn't understand why Melody would want to be a singer. Her mom went to her concerts, but would always tell her that she needed to get her head out of the clouds and get a real job. Her dad was very supportive of her, other than music the one thing she loved was WWE. Her dad and her mom were divorced when she was seven. He loved his daughter and would do anything for her, but had a drinking problem and cheated on her mom. He missed a lot of Melody's childhood and regret ever cheating on his wife. He got help for his drinking problem, but her mom wasn't going to take him back after he cheated. Melody grew up not really knowing much about her dad until about her teenage years when he started to turn his life around. He was very supportive of her and always went to all of her concerts until her dad died in an accident her sophomore year in high school. Once her dad died she became even more distant from her mom, she would hardly talk to her mom because she wasn't as supportive as her dad was. Every time she talked to her mom it was a rare situation if they didn't end up yelling at each other. At high school she would always put on a smile and act like everything was ok. She had a few good friends, but once she graduated high school she didn't see or talk to them very much. She went to a community college for a few years because it was easier to pay for. When it came time to transfer to a university she didn't know what to do. She knew she would never be able to pay for it and she always had doubts in the back of her mind that she would never be good enough. Now she was twenty four years old, she moved out of her mom's house and their bond continued to fade. She wasn't exactly proud of what she was doing, but a little bit of money was better than nothing. What else was she supposed to do when she couldn't afford to go to a University and felt like she wouldn't be good enough? The one thing she had her mind set on was being a singer and she would do anything if it meant singing for people even if she had to sing at a bar. She would never drink anything, she was just there for people's entertainment. Her boss was forty eight years old and only hired her because he thought he would get a chance to sleep with her. He was just waiting for the right moment to get her drunk, but she would never drink any alcoholic beverages. She wasn't really the type of person to wear short shorts or low shirts so for the most part she would cover herself up. It was the middle of May in Florida and it was only going to get hotter so she thought she better get used to wearing shorts. Even at nine at night it was about eighty five degrees and humid outside. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, but one night she wore short jean shorts that was several inches above her knees exposing her legs. She wasn't wearing a low shirt, but a tight shirt that showed off her figure. She felt like people were staring at her even more than they usually would. She knew people were staring at her when she heard a few guys whistle at her, her boss included. She blushed and tried her best to ignore them and continued to sing on stage. She didn't know what was in store for her that night, but she was surprised and got really excited when she saw someone from WWE walk in. He didn't really draw much attention to himself, he just sat quietly and enjoyed a few drinks after his long night. She was a big WWE fan and was a fan of this guy, but was too shy to go over to him and thought that he wouldn't want anyone to bother him so she stayed up on stage. She felt even more nervous now that he was here, but started to sing anyway. He actually made his way over to the stage for a moment and smiled at her and dropped a twenty dollar bill in a cup that people put money in when you sing. Then he sat back down and continued to listen. Once she started singing his grayish-blue eyes turned to look at her. She sang a new song by Sam Hunt called Take Your Time. Even though a guy sings the original song she wanted to sing it anyway because it was one of her favorites. (To get a good idea of the song and this chapter you should actually look up the music video Take Your Time by Sam Hunt) First verse I don't know if you were looking at me or not, you probably smile like that all the time. I don't mean to bother you, but I couldn't just walk by and not say hi. And I know your name, everybody in here knows your name, you're not looking for anything right now so I don't want to come on strong, don't get me wrong Your eyes are so intimidating. My heart is pounding, but it's just a conversation. No girl I'm not wasted, you don't know me, I don't know you, but I want to. Chorus I don't wanna steal your freedom, I don't wanna change your mind. I don't have to make you love me, I just wanna take your time. I don't wanna wreck your Friday, I ain't gonna waste my lines. I don't have to take your heart, I just wanna take your time. Second Verse And I know it starts with hello, the next thing you know you try to be nice and some guys getting to close trying to pick you up, trying to get you drunk. And I'm sure one of your friends is about to come over here because she's supposed to save you from random guys that talk too much and wanna stay too long, It's the same old song and dance, but I think you know me well. You could've rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell. You could've walked away, but your still here, and I'm still here. Come on let's see where it goes. Chorus I don't wanna steal your freedom, I don't wanna change your mind. I don't have to make you love me, I just wanna take your time. I don't have to meet your mother. We don't have to cross that line. I don't wanna steal your covers, I just wanna take your time. Oh I don't wanna go home with you. Oh I just wanna be alone with you. Chorus I don't wanna steal your freedom, I don't wanna change your mind. I don't have to make you love me, I just wanna take your time. I don't wanna blow your phone up, I just wanna blow your mind. I don't have to take your heart, I just wanna take your time. No I ain't gotta call you baby, and I ain't gotta call you mine. I don't have to take your heart, I just wanna take your time. Everyone clapped as she left the stage. She had just sang one of her favorite songs, but she needed a break. It was after eleven, but the bar didn't close until early the next morning. She was tired and needed a drink of water. What she didn't know was that her boss had put something in her water while she wasn't looking. It was drug that would make her sick and tired faster. It was a colorless, scentless, and tasteless drug so she had no idea that she wasn't just drinking water. After five minutes she started singing again. She felt ok at first, but after thirty minutes she started feeling even more tired, dizzy, and started feeling nauseated. She finished one of her songs and left the stage again. People were wondering where she was going. A few guys saw that she was stumbling around and started following her around, her boss was following along with them. He came up to her and asked her why she stopped singing. "Hey Mel what's going on? I'm not paying you to just stand around. You came here to sing, so go sing." "I'm sorry Mark, I just need a minute. I don't feel good all of a sudden. I feel dizzy, and I feel like I could throw up." "Ok then sit down for a few minutes until you feel better, then get back to work. People start leaving when they don't have good entertainment." She was sitting at a table and she put her head down on the table, closed her eyes and tried to relax her spinning and now pounding head. Her boss and three of his friends were hanging around. One of them started flirting with her and touching her. "Hey... you're a pretty girl. You're a pretty talented singer, you've got a nice body. If you're not seeing anyone maybe we could hook up sometime. I'd show you a good time." "No thank you, I'm sorry, but I'm not really the type of girl that would go out with just anyone." "Aw come on girl, it would be fun." "Maybe some other time. I really don't feel really well right now." The guy started touching her lower back and she started feeling uncomfortable. Her boss showed up and stopped what was happening. "Mel if you really don't feel good you can sit in my office for a while." She was so out of it at this point that all she could do was shake her head. She got up to walk but was so tired and dizzy that she almost fell. Her boss looked at his friends and smirked. He took her hand and led her to a dark part of the bar. There was loud music and it was getting to a point of the night when many people started leaving. The guy that came in earlier noticed that something wasn't right. The woman he saw earlier was happy and full of energy, now she was dizzy and stumbling around. It had only been thirty minutes, he plainly saw that she had water to drink. He watched for a moment as four men pulled her away from everyone else in the bar. Melody knew something was up when she realized that she was outside in the backstage parking lot. "Hey... what's going on?" "Oh... we thought we would bring you outside for some air." She looked around and saw her boss Mark, and three other guys surrounding her. He opened the passenger side door, she saw the guys unbuttoning the buttons on their pants and suddenly realized what was going on. "Wait, stop! This isn't right." They only laughed at her as Mark grabbed her and kissed her. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and taste the cigarette smoke on his lips. She also still felt nauseated from the drug and finally threw up. It got all over his shirt, his friends started laughing, but he only got madder at this and slapped her in the face. "Damn Bitch threw up on me!" He stepped back as she continued to throw up. Once she was done he grabbed her and threw her against his car hood and started kissing her. He was still upset that she threw up on him, but remembered it was because of the drug and not because she was really sick. He kissed her just to keep her quiet. She tried her best to push him away, but he was stronger than her. "Come on baby... I know we have an age difference, but I can take care of you. You're hot and I want you. I know you love to sing, give me a kiss and I'll make you sing for me... I'll help you hit those high notes baby. I'll make you scream." He held her down and kissed her. She tried to push him away, but once he was done kissing her lips he started kissing down her neck and started running his hand up her legs. She cried and begged for him to stop. "No Mark! Please stop!... I don't want to do this. Stop Please!" She fought him off the best she could but he hit her in the face and his friends held down her arms and legs. The more she tried to push them away and yell for help, the more violent they became. He started pulling at her clothes to get them off. She screamed and cried for help. She realized that she was helpless once he put his lips back on hers again. She couldn't move or cry for help anymore, there was nothing she could do to get away. All she had left on was her panties. Mark and his friends were laughing and enjoying themselves as they touched her all over. Just as he was about to tear off the final piece of her clothing she found that he was pulled off her. His weight was no longer on her and she noticed him on the ground. The other guys that were holding her were also pulled off her. She couldn't move, the only thing she could do was close her eyes as the tears ran down her face. She could hear lots of yelling going on and wasn't sure if she wanted to see what was going on. She heard one guy yell really loud. "GET THE HELL OFF HER RIGHT NOW! DON'T TOUCH HER AGAIN YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Then about a minute later she didn't hear anything, but she cried and screamed when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. "NO NO PLEASE!" "It's ok... it's over. You're safe now. Here... take my shirt." She was embarrassed, she remembered that Mark and his friends had almost took off all of her clothes, but was thankful that she now had a shirt to put on. She didn't open her eyes yet to see who it was that rescued her, but the shirt she put on was so big that it was almost more of a dress on her. She opened her eyes and looked down at the shirt she was now wearing. She would recognize that shirt anywhere. She was trying to catch her breath and the moment she heard his voice she knew who it was that saved her. "Relax... it's over now." He was still fired up about what he just saw, but he had to calm down and help comfort this girl in need. The man that saved her was now kneeling down right in front of her, she tilted her head up so she could look into his eyes. It was the same grayish-blue eyes she saw enter the bar about an hour ago. His long dark hair was down the way she was used to seeing him, he had nice facial hair, dark skin, big muscles and a tribal looking tattoo that went all the way down his right arm. He was now shirtless because he had just given her his shirt. She was still shaking over what had just happened, her fear was now slowly turning to excitement. "Roman Reigns?" He then smiled at her and held out his hand for her to shake. "That's me... and you are?" She wiped away the last of her tears and shook his hand. "Melody... Melody Shores. Um... thank you so much for saving me Roman... You really are like Superman." He smiled at her and helped her up. "I was just at the right place at the right time." She looked around on the ground and saw her boss and the other three men laying on the ground. She saw one of them start moving and she started to run the other way, but ran into Roman as they were heading back inside the bar. "Woah... easy there. They're not going to touch you again... ever. I knew something was up when I saw those guys leading you away from the stage. They started leading you into a dark corner and then the next thing I knew, you were gone. I'm glad I showed up when I did, otherwise things could have been a lot worse. When I finally found you out in the parking lot and saw what those guys were trying to do to you it made me want to tear them apart. They're lucky I just knocked them out, if I had kept going I probably would have killed them for what they tried to do to you. You seemed fine about an hour ago. You were happy and singing and then the next thing you know you end up feeling sick and tired." "I don't know what happened, but when I threw up, it was a bunch of water. I guess I drank too much water." "That's possible, but I have another theory. I think one of those guys put something in your drink when you weren't looking." "I didn't see anything, smell anything, or taste anything. To me it just seemed like plain water." "Yeah but you've got to be careful, some people are tricky. They have drugs now that are colorless, scentless, and tasteless. How are you feeling?" "I'm still feeling a bit sick, and dizzy, but I'm more aware of my senses now. It just seemed like I was falling asleep there for a moment. But really Roman I can't thank you enough for saving me. I saw you come in earlier, but I thought I would leave you alone. I was sure that after the long day you had you wouldn't want anyone bothering you. I am a big fan of WWE, and a big fan of yours." "Well thank you Melody. But just for the record... don't ever be afraid to talk to me. I love my fans. Also... I think you have a nice singing voice." "Oh... thank you. I saw you put a twenty dollar bill in earlier. I'm glad you enjoyed my singing." "Now I don't want to sound like a creepy stalker or anything, but you're not really in any condition to be driving." "You're not kidding... I'm hardly in any condition to be walking. My head is still spinning around." "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "No I think I'll be ok. I just want to go home." "I'll take you." "That's really nice of you, but you don't have to. You probably have things that you need to do." "No I've got a few days off. You're really in no condition to drive. One of my friends dropped me off here, I can get a taxi or a friend come pick me up again." "Ok... thank you. I just need to grab my purse and then we can go. Um... my driver's license had my address. I have a GPS in my car so you can enter it in." She was still stumbling around so Roman had to help her to the passenger side of her car and help her in. When he tried to get into the driver's seat she couldn't help but start laughing. He smiled at her, but wanted to know why she was laughing. "What's so funny?" "You... You're such a big guy trying to squeeze into my tiny car." He moved the seat back as far as he could. He laughed along with her. "This really is a small car. I moved the seat back as far as it will go and I'm still a little cramped in here, but I'll make it work." Roman entered in her address. She actually lived a good thirty minutes away. After thirty minutes they pulled in her driveway. Her house wasn't much, but at least she had a roof over her head. She had a long day and fell asleep on the ride home. When they got to her house Roman noticed that she was asleep and didn't want to wake her up. Her car key was connected to a key chain hook and the only other key on it must have been her house key. He knew it wasn't really polite to enter someone's home without their permission, but he couldn't just leave here sleeping in her car overnight. He went to unlock her house and look around for her bedroom. Once he found it he went back out to her in her car. He went to the passenger side of the car, quietly opened the door, unbuckled her seat belt. The he had to be quiet and careful not to wake her up. He grabbed her under her legs with one hand and put another hand behind her back to support her as he carried her inside. He left her door open so he could come in with her. He walked with her to her room and carefully placed her in her bed and covered her up. He looked at his phone to check the time. It was twelve thirty in the morning, he didn't feel like having a taxi drive him to a hotel so he decided that staying for one night couldn't hurt. He also wanted to be there in case anything happened. There was already a blanket and pillow on a couch. It was a small couch, but big enough for him to sleep on. He knew she probably wouldn't be happy that someone stayed on her couch without her permission, but knew that he could leave the next day. (To be continued. So I came up with the character name Melody because she likes music and a melody is another word for music. That was a rough first chapter. Talk about being at the right place at the right time. Good thing Roman was there to save er. The ideas for chapters come as I type. Also the song Take Your Time is owned by Sam Hunt. The music video with that song is where I came up with the idea for this story. Review.)
  25. The Last Skycity

    BOOK ONE: J U S T I C E “The journey to justice, begins first with the truth.” The Secret Corps Mandate, Section X, Article V ---- Chapter One The air smelled of rot and decaying feces. Water dripped down continuously into small puddles that pooled between the alleys. Crowds of people sheltered amongst the sloping roofs of the dilapidated buildings lining the main street. The towers of the Royal Palace could be seen in the distance, its majestic structure at odds with the rundown buildings of the slums. Steam hissed from vents leading down through deep labyrinths of pipes that tunneled under the city to the massive generators that churned and provided power to the city. Merchants and vendors shouted their wares, their voices rising as they competed to be heard over each other. Steel-shod hooves churned through the muddy streets, pulling wagons bearing nobles, their cloth curtains closed tightly to keep out the filth of the slums, their drivers’ heads lifted proudly, as if they too were above the filth and despair of the slums. A man hid in the shadows, a thick cloak wrapped tightly around his frame. His eyes watched nothing but saw everything. He barely gave the passing carriage a cursory notice, merely noted its presence and focused on more important tasks. He was here on official business, looking for a man. The Imperial Inquisitor, himself, declared that this man’s removal be of the utmost importance. One did not question the Imperial Inquisitor, regardless of the fact that he, himself, were of a rank far removed from the Inquisitor’s power. He knew not the man’s crime; but, he knew that he could not condemn the man before first learning the truth. He was the last of a dying breed, a warden against the darkness that threatened to engulf the very hearts of the men he sometimes questioned and often served. He gave another subtle glance around at his surroundings, adjusted the scabbard on his belt, swirled the cloak to hide the markings and began crossing. “Watch it!” The hooded man merely gave a subtle wave of a callused palm, earning him a reproving glare from the wagon’s driver. The man flicked the reins and gave a brief set of clicks, to which his horse responded with a neigh and flick of its mane before resuming walking. The driver gave a glance around, trying to discern the location of the hooded man. Failing to spot him, he gave a soft shrug and focused back on his task with another flick of the reins, urging his horse to a gentle cantor. The hooded man approached one of the many run-down, dilapidated doorways and reached up a white-gloved knuckle and rapped, loudly, three times. It was a subtle signal; but, it was one the people of the slums had become accustomed to. There was the sound of dressers being moved, their wooden legs making rough scraping noises as they left trails of their passage on the wooden floors. There was the sound of a crash, silverware this time, amidst the mumbling of a man and finally the click as a lock was undone. The door swung open a crack, an intelligent, blue eye peering out. The eye traced the knuckle up the arm and stared curiously at the face, slowly widening and raising his bushy eyebrows as it dawned on him who called upon him. The door slammed shut so quickly that the hooded figure was left standing awkwardly before lifting his knuckle to rap gently again. The door flew open and the hooded man was greeted by an old, wizened fellow of short stature whose hair seemed unable to decide whether to lie down against his balding scalp or stick up a dizzying array of spikes; but, seemed to have settled for something more in between. The old man reached into one of the many pockets of his robes and pulled out a pair of broken bifocals, which he lifted to rest gently on the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to continue staring at me like I’m sort of unique, old goat or are you going to come in?” The old man’s voice was deep and yet pleasant, his blue eyes twinkling with a hidden mirth. The hooded man gave a soft nod and took a step forward, his cloak flapping gently against his side and revealing the decorated scabbard resting against his thigh. The man’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, attempting to read the raised runes along the dark surface. Before he could glean more than a few words, the cloak was adjusted to hide them. A gloved finger rested upon the older man’s chin and lifted his gaze to meet his own penetrating blue-gray and gave a soft shake of his head and pulled the finger back to rest in a ‘shh’ gesture against his lips. He motioned for the man to have a seat in one of the free chairs not covered in clutter. The old man’s entire abode seemed to speak of librarian. Countless scrolls laid with a loving hand on desks, chairs, in buckets, on tables and even stuffed down the pockets of several waistcoats hanging on a nearby coat rack. The old man’s gaze twinkled again as he leaned forward to whisper. “Like it, do you?” “It is impressive, yes; but, I am not here to admire your collection.” “No, no. I can see that.” He leaned back with a sigh, as if his age had finally caught up with him. “What brings a-“ “Speak not of my title.” The hooded man commanded in a threatening whisper, his hand caressing the familiar touch of the jeweled pommel. “I do not wish….others…to know we have spoken this evening.” “Fair enough, my child. What do you ask of me?” “Do the rumors bear truth?” “You have to be more specific.” The old replied with a knowing sigh, he had a feeling he knew where this discussion was going to go. “Men of my ‘habits’ accumulate many rumors on a weekly basis. If you wish for me to truly be of service, you’ll have to be a tad more exact in your questioning.” The man sighed, a tight-lipped smile playing across his lips. “Has anyone told you that you’re too smart for your own good sometimes?” “A few, why?” “Be careful in the future.” The man’s voice was filled with an undertone of subtle caution. “There are some who would not be so forgiving of such a retort, some of ‘darker’ desires.” “I will heed the warning with due caution, proceed.” “The rumors circulating about the lands below.” “You fear rumors of the world below the clouds? The one we left behind countless years ago when a few among us held enough wisdom to leave before the oceans rose and covered the land?” “No, I fear nothing.” “I am well aware of your kind and their lack of fears. Regardless, what do you wish to know?” The man took a deep breath and let it out, slowly, as if the question weighed heavily upon his consciousness. “Do you think they bear any truth?” “Truth?!?” The old man cackled, his thin frame shaking with the effort, until he was reduced to a coughing fit. He managed to bring himself under control enough to continue. “You, of all people? Ask me the validity of the truth of something?” He laughed again. “I find that very amusing. I do.” The hooded man’s knuckles curled dangerously around the pommel of the blade. “I do not jest sir, I ask that you do not interpret it as such.” “Calm down, calm down.” He chuckled again, adjusting himself on the large chair to be more comfortable. “I meant no offense, young one. I merely found the concept of this situation humorous is all, that’s all, I swear.” “Very well.” The knuckles released their caress upon the pommel, his fingertips playing lovingly across the smooth, polished surface. “Continue.” “Ah yes, as you wish. One second, let me get something.” The old man climbed to his feet with the help of the armrests and shuffled over to one of the numerous shelves adorning his wall. He ran his finger across the rough surface of the parchment, muttering incoherently to himself as he did so, until with an ‘Ah-hah!’, he withdrew a parchment that looked no different from the innumerable others adorning the study. He shuffled back over to his lounge chair and settled back against it with a pleased sigh. “Here we are.” The hooded man was unable to hide brow raised in curiosity. “And…what is that exactly?” “You asked for the rumor, correct?” “I did.” “This is it.” “And what does it say.” The old man cleared his throat and rapped his knuckles roughly against his chest a few times before replying. “Listen one, listen all! The stories that the Imperial Palace feed us about the world below the clouds are nothing more than lies. We have been. We know the truth. If you wish to know the same, join us! – The Earthists.” “Intriguing.” “What is?” The old man had noted the curious tone of the hooded man and was hoping to glean some of what lay behind the inquisitive blue-gray gaze. “Good try; but, this is something that is better if you don’t know.” The old man shrugged. “Fair enough.” “Thank you for your assistance, ‘we’ will not forget.” The hooded man climbed to his feet, adjusted his cloak about his frame and carefully navigated his way to the door, pushed it open and made his way out, allowing the door to slowly swing shut. “We?” The old man questioned, his gaze turning soft, sorrowful. “You are all that remains of that once great age, young one. A time when the power was balanced and all feared the Seven Blades. It’s trying times we live in now though, tread carefully when following the scent for the truth.” - - - The hooded man paused just outside the door, glancing around at the milling crowds on the roads. Satisfied that no one had noticed his exiting the old man’s place, he fixed his hood and stepped out on the road. He knew that in order to get to the truth of the matter, he needed to find one of these meetings of this radical group and infiltrate them. He had some questions that needed answering and he believed that the only ones who could grace him with answers were the leaders of this group. First, he needed to try to determine where exactly one of these meetings might be held. He summoned a mental image of the slums in his mind, a technique that was drilled mercilessly into him during his trainings, and tried to imagine where a sizable group of individuals could gather in relative secrecy from prying Imperial eyes. He managed to narrow the list down to a measly five locations that matched the description. The first was but a few blocks away. Feeling the desire to walk, he paced along one of the walking paths lining the road, the once smooth, polished marble now cracked and weathered. There had once been tales carved in masterful pictographs that entertained him as a child for hours. He paused, crouching down to glance at a familiar picture on the worn, marble surface. His mind traced back the years, the months, the days until the memory grew clear, became reality. He’d been walking along the path, watching as the story unfolded on each square as he progressed down the main street of the slums. His imagination breathed life into the images until the scene was unfolding in his mind. So lost was he in his story that he failed to realize his senses had been trying to warn him of something. His head smacked into something sturdy and solid. There was a grunt and he glanced up, nearly fainting when he realized who his unsuspecting victim had been. He had given a startled expression only children were capable of and had attempted to flee for the safety of one of the nearby hovels. A hand reached out and snatched his shirt collar and slowly turned him back around to face a kind, gentle, weathered face. “What’s the matter young one?” “No…nothing sir.” “Sir?” The man chuckled, a merry sound and pinched his cheek. “I’m no sir. You, you can call me Keegan. Sir was my father.” “Yes sir, I mean Keegan.” The young boy looked at his bare, dirty feet before mumbling a hasty. “Sorry sir.” “It’s okay….” He paused, reaching up to stroke at the curled mustache hanging beneath his nose. “I’m afraid I don’t know your name child.” “My mother named me Neal, sir. I mean Keegan.” “Neal, huh?” “Yes.” “It’s a nice, strong name, Neal. I like it.” He reached out a rough, callused hand to rest on the young boy’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Do you have a home to return to Neal?” The young boy could merely shake his head ‘no’ and to make the situation even more embarrassing for the young lad, his stomach chose that moment to make its hunger known with a mighty rumble. The young boy reached a hand down to massage his belly, giving a hasty ‘Sorry sir.’ “There’s no need to apologize Neal. Why, you’re a starving boy!” Keegan rose to his feet, his cloak flowing with the motion, revealing an ornately decorated scabbard. He did not fail to notice the boy’s widening eyes or the way they darted to and fro around the street, as if he were a cornered, wild animal seeking escape. He quickly readjusted the cloak. “There’s no need to fear lad, I mean you no harm.” “But..but you’re one of them!” The young boy whispered, eyes growing wide. “One of them?” He chuckled. “Oh, if I had a crown for every time I heard that. I’d be a rich man. Now, enough about me lad, what do you say we do something about that growling stomach of yours?” The boy’s eyes could only widen as he swallowed his adam’s apple and nodded. “That’s a good lad.” He rested a guiding hand on the young lad’s bad and gave him a gentle nudge to get him moving. “Now what sort of food do you have an inkling for this fine afternoon?” “I could go for some fresh baked bread, sir.” The boy cowered for a moment, fearing a beating for his continued mistake and when there none coming, glanced nervously up at the smiling, fatherly face. “I mean Kerrigan, sir. Sorry, sir.” “Do not trouble your young mind so, young Neal.” The man’s face broke into a warm smile, his soft, brown eyes lighting with some inner mirth. “To err is to be human. Remember that lad and you’ll go far in this world.” The young boy merely nodded as he was ushered along toward food and eventually, a family. Something an orphan such as himself had never experienced. The now grown man shook his head, dismissing the vivid memory from his mind as his gloved fingers finished tracing the carved picture and he rose slowly to his feet. A small smile had played across his handsome features at the memory of his mentor and savior. The man who had rescued him from a life of filth and destitution. The smile faded, the stony expression rising to the surface once more. He felt a pair of eyes on him and out of habit, his hand moved as fast as a coiled snake, his fingers curling around the hilt of his sheathed blade. His fingers relaxed and he gave a small smile when he found the eyes’ owner, a young boy, who caused a brief flash of grief as he reminded him so much of himself at that age. He wished he held the power to do something about the state of the orphans of the city. He paused as an idea flashed to the front of his mind. He motioned the young lad forward and the boy responded albeit cautiously, as if approaching a predator, a very dangerous predator at that. Neal flashed another smile and relieved some of the tension in his body to try to appear less frightening to the boy. For what he had in mind, he would need the boy’s complete attention. “Boy,” He inquired, his tone soft and friendly. “What is your name?” The boy tilted his head sideways, gifting him with a curious expression as if unused to being asked for his name by a stranger, an apparently wealthy one at that. He couldn’t blame the boy, he’d been much the same at that age. “Sam, sir.” “Sir was my father, you may call me Neal.” “Neal?” The boy seemed to roll the name around in his mouth as if tasting the sound of it. Satisfied, he gave a subtle nod. “Alright, Neal.” Neal chuckled at how easy the young lad accepted his request, it gave him hope for what he would do next. “Sam, lad, how would you like to earn a silver crown?” “A silver crown? For what?” The boy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, all too aware of the age-old trick. Neal smiled gently. “For doing me a service.” He paused, considering something for a moment before continuing. “I’ll give you one silver crown now as proof of my goodwill and another when you return.” “Two?!?” The boy was all smiles as he nodded vigorously. “What do you wish of me sir?” “Do you know of the posters hanging around the Slums. They’re red and black and have an image of a man standing on a mound of dirt, his hands together with a flower growing. Know of it?” “You mean the Earthists poster?” Neal smiled, this one of victory. “Yes, that’s the one.” “What about it?” “Do you know where they meet?” “Why?” The boy’s gaze grew suspicious again. “Why, I wish to join them lad!” He gave the boy a soft nudge with a clenched fist. “They have the right of it. The royal family has been lying to us surely, there has to be something down below, else why have they not sent another search craft below?” The boy gave a soft shrug of his slender shoulders. “I don’t know about all that sir, I mean Neal; but, you seem to be an alright fellow.” The boy’s gaze clouded over for a few minutes as he considered something. “Alright, I’ll help you.” “That’s a lad.” He reached into one of his voluminous pockets and pulled out a silver crown as promised and placed it in the young boy’s hand. The boy’s eyes widened before his fingers curled possessively around the coin. “Wait here.” The boy whispered before disappearing as only orphans could amongst the crowd. He rose to his feet and leaned back against the wall, fighting the memories that threatened to rise up inside of him of his own past.