Episode 1: Smooth Piloting Fox

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"wot the bloody hell was that?" stated a confused Brit as he stroked the rear of his head.

"You come into my domain and do what.. .fall asleep? That isn't very polite, and if you're not going to be polite, then I'm not going to play nice" sneered the tall well built attacker as he picked up his projectile.

The Brit examined this weapon before characteristically blurting out more obscene illogical dialogue.

"you're havin' a laugh, mate. You threw a bloody biscuit at my head? And Cor blimey, it's a big 'un."

The attacker allowed his sneer drift away before holding out his projectile.

"This cookie is a memento of my deceased friend, transience".

As he spoke this name, the man bowed his head allowing his flowing hair to cover his eyes.

"He told to me to carry it wherever I went… That it would protect me, like it did him. "

The Brit looked at disbelief at the man standing in front of him, the realisation of where he was slowly creeping in.

"It's also good for hitting people with". He quickly added, this time brandishing a friendlier smile.

"They call me the Karma Hunter." He stated. "A tag that's thoroughly earned, I assure you."

The Brit instinctively clutched his wallet in his jacket pocket. He had worked hard to smuggle his 300 karma fortune in on admission and was not willing to part with it.

"You better be a joker, boy. I'm not some common karma thief y'hear?" Karma responded angrily.

"Now before you disrespect me again, boy. Tell me your name."

The Brit hesitated.

"Things are gonna get mighty uncomfortable if you intend sharing a room with me without respect, y'hear? Last chance." Responded Karma defiantly

"……..I'm TurnTurnTurn, Turn for short…"

He spoke quietly, Karma was loving the fear in his voice. He had asserted his dominance just as planned.

close up

"So tell me Turn, how did you end up in Board 8 Penitentiary"

intro

Now, this is a FanFic all about how
8 kid's lives got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
To fill you with glee
By telling you a story about Board 8 Penitentiary

Turn always took pride in his toughness and resilience, he was born and raised on the hard streets of West London after all. But keeping this front raised was difficult for him. He was taken out of his environment, his friends, family and enemies weren't providing him with familiarity here. A single day of awkward stares and constant whispers left him reflecting on the hole he had dug himself into.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHHH

"He's a bloody kid, Turn. Relax, brudda!". Pleaded adamjaxe as he attempted to restrain a fuming TurnTurnTurn.

"That bugger thought he could pass his bird off as a bloody dog and fool me!" he shot back flailing his arms uselessly.

"Turn you plonker! The coppers have already given you multiple warnings and a restraining order! You go and assault that jammy andy git once more and they'll throw the book at you, mate." Pleaded adam once more.

Before Turn could respond to his brothers reasoning, his lifelong friend James returned.

"ave you got im, Overlord?" questioned adam.

"..They're ere." Responded James as he tore the wrapper smoothly off.

Hob knob biscuits? thought Turn, his mouth watering at the prospect.

"That's right. Now instead of beating others senseless for no adequate reason, let's do what real Brits do and head round to your gaff and 'ave these with a spot of tea. Watta you say?" bargained James, confident that his wisdom had once again prevailed.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHHH

….."BLOODY HELL."

Turn was understandably frustrated that his flashback was completely irrelevant to his current thoughts but there was no time for retries as somebody had entered his room.

A girl slightly older than himself stood in front of him with a menacing look on her face.

Turn marveled at how she appeared black skinned from one angle and a 7 foot Asian from another. He eventually settled on an angle which he noticed her concealing a tail from behind.

"What are you doing?" she questioned with a cold angry tone.

"wot? A bird storms into my gaff and asks me-."

"Quiet. " she snapped back.

"If I catch you flashbacking so loudly or screaming meaningless profanities again, I'll scratch your eyes out." She threatened as she walked away swinging her tail wildly as she left.

Karma left his eavesdropping position outside the door and reentered, feeling it his duty to explain things to him.

"That… is Inviso, my friend." He said smugly.

"Short temper, sharp claws. My advice is stay well away." he finished with a wink.

Turn buried his head in his hands, this was never going to be smooth sailing but he now found himself isolated in a prison where everybody seemed to be against him. Thoughts of self pity quickly turned to anger and thoughts of revenge. andymancan was responsible for his misery, once again. While bowing his head Turn vowed that he would get his revenge. A smile grew on his face as he self planned that this revenge would occur quicker than his punishment sentence would suggest.

Stay Tuned…