AN: The first installment of my Faunus!Squampy universe. Everyone has animal characteristics based on their minecraft avatar. For example, Stampy has cat ears, Squid has blue skin, and Amy has pink scales on her legs. If Lee were here, he'd probably have bear ears.

After the fourth time Stampy misread the name of the main character (he'd switched around the 'l' and the 'a' in his pronunciation), Amy knew it was time to confront him. And she knew just the way to do so without upsetting him.

The school bell buzzed and the class stood up. Chatter and clatter of people and objects filled the room as Amy picked up things in a rush to talk to Stampy.

"Stampy! Wait up, Stampy Cat!" She waved at him, a pink ruler still hand.

Stampy paused halfway through putting away pencils into an orange binder. He turned away from his conversation with his best friend, Squid, to greet Amy. His tail twitched and his orange furry cat ears perked up.

"Hey, Amy, what's going on?" He smiled at her, always happy to see a friend, and his sharp cat-like canines gleamed.

The rest of the class had trickled out of the room as Amy had made her way to Stampy. Only Squid remained in the room with them, casually leaning against his desk while watching them with interest. Mostly watching Stampy, really.

"I was listening to your reading in class and I wanted to invite you over to my house for cake!" Amy said happily.

Stampy's tail straightened out behind him as excitement flooded him. "Ooh, cake!" But then his brow furrowed and his tail started twitched curiously back and forth. "What's that got to do with my reading?"

Amy giggled at herself. "Oh yeah, silly Amy, I wanted to invite you over for cake AND studying. For the end of unit reading presentation!" She was looking at Stampy, who had put his hand on his chin in a comic gesture of thought, but the offer was open to Squid as well, who was still gazing at his best friend.

Suddenly, Squid smirked, the brief expression of self-satisfaction barely noticeable before it was gone. He'd figured something out, or at least he thought he had. Finally he spoke up. "Come on, Stamps, we should go. A nice bit of cake, bit o' studying. We could use some help with that final presentation, because I'll be honest, my, uh, Language Arts grade isn't so good."

That make up Stampy's mind. For all he and Squid teased each other, they listened to each other's opinions, knowing that, for the most part, they had each other's best interests at heart. It was a symbiotic relationship largely comprised of consensual banter and Stampy wouldn't have it any other way.

"Um, yeah, sure! Let's go to Amy's house." He was a ball of energy now that he'd made up his mind, playful as a kitten. With his ears and tail twitching, his foot tapping, he grinned at Amy again. "That still okay with you?"

"Of course! Do you want to come over right now?" She hugged her bag against her chest. "I've already got cake at home."

Stampy and Squid exchanged a glance.

"Yeah!"

"Sure, why not?"

Stampy munched happily on a piece of cake. It was very good cake, with layers of chocolate and vanilla. It had totally been worth coming here just for this cake, which he'd been allowed to eat with his hands, but the studying portion had proven to be more difficult than he thought.

"Alright, Stamps, what do you have so far?" Squid asked. He was already bored with his own presentation and he'd only wanted to come over because he knew Stampy would be in trouble without their help. He had guessed that Amy had figured out Stampy had a tendency to misread things and wanted to help him before the presentation and he also figured that Stampy could benefit from the help of someone other than him. But that didn't mean he had to actually study.

Stampy laughed nervously. "Umm… I have one sentence."

"Good job, mate, that's one more than you had twenty minutes ago." Squid laughed.

Amy paid Squid no mind and stood up to look at Stampy's sentence.

"It is a good job, Stampy. You spelled everything right."

Stampy smiled and cheered quietly. "Yaaaaay…"

"Now that you've got a first sentence, you can build off of it! You're supposed to write a few more sentences that support your first one, but sometimes you can get away without it." Amy poked Stampy lightly in the shoulder teasingly. "Go on, now."

Stampy started to slowly hand-write another sentence as Squid and Amy looked on.

"Mm, that's supposed to be a 'c'." Squid put in.

"Is it?" Stampy paused. "Oh, okay, yeah."

Within an hour of the same, Amy noticed that Stampy had stopped using 's's instead of 'c's. It was a start.