I wasn't originally going to post this because my work ethic for this has been out the window and progress is slow, but fuck it. It's the prequel ladies and gentlemen, strap yourself in for a fuck ton of new characters, some clarity on actions from the first two stories, and sex. Because it's a staple. It's got more sex then the second, but still probably not as much as the first. Heads up as well, until the story is actually finished the ages might be slightly inconsistent, so hopefully I can go in after I'm done and fix that up. I also decided to use bold text now, for the author's notes anyway. And, brace yourselves for this, THE STORY ACTUALLY HAS CONSISTENCY AND MAKES SENSE. I know, I know, I was surprised too. But after writing the first two, writing this felt so natural! Aside from my work ethic being destroyed after some... Choice events over the summer, which is when I was writing this much faster. I realize how long this note is dragging on but I'm just getting myself ready, I'll see what I can do about finishing it quicker now that I'm committed to posting. Anyway, without further delay, Let's begin!
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This is a little thing I've been thinking of for a while.
It's a prequel obviously, but first I'm gonna explain how this works.
I'm gonna be going over everyone's interesting moments throughout their lifetimes. The stories will shift after the moment has passed.
The backstory will always end with a connection to the first story. So for example, fizz's backstory will end with him sitting at the table with Karl, waiting for Anthony and Arron to show up. Which means this will be a hell of a project.
The stories will be formatted as such.
( Person ) ( date ) ( age )
And by date, I essentially mean the month and day, not year.
Also, everyone's story doesn't necessarily take place in the same year. Most of them do, but with John I had to take some liberties.
Now then, that's all I have to say. Let's get a fuckin move on.
YEAR 1 ( the prologue )
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( Fizz ) ( September 9th ) ( 10 )
Fizz looks around the hallways of his new school, confused.
"Where is room 29... Why are the numbers all out of order?!"
He looks around at other students walking into their classrooms, chatting about the summer and how much school sucks, like always.
He turns another corner and collides with someone, and apologizes.
The squid glares at him as he walks away.
He sees his room across the hall.
"Ah, yes."
He walks in and looks around.
There are only about 4 other squids in the classroom at that moment, which is fine with him.
He sees someone playing on a 3DS in the back row, and decides to sit next to him.
He sets his stuff down, nods at the squid next to him, who looks at him.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Nice shirt."
Fizz looks down. The shirt is an illustration of album cover for some newly found relics.
"You like the relics?"
Fizz looks back up.
"Yeah. What's your favorite?"
The guy thinks for a moment.
"I dunno. Never really thought about it."
"Stylo's my favorite. If you couldn't tell by the shirt."
The guy nods.
"Karl."
"Hmm?"
"It's my name."
"Oh! Uh, chase. But... I think I prefer to be called fizz."
"Fizz, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
The teacher walks in and taps on the desk, getting everyone's attention.
"Alright everyone, it's the first day of school, so to introduce you to everyone you're going to be around for most of your 6th grade year, I have some team building activities for us."
Fizz and Karl groan in unison.
The teacher glares at them.
"Anyway, first, we'll say our names and one thing about ourselves."
She looks torward Karl and fizz.
"Since you two don't want to do this, how about you go first?"
Fizz frowns.
"Hi, I'm chase. But you can call me fizz. I listen to the relics a lot."
The teacher nods and looks torward Karl.
"Hi, I'm Karl. I'm not gonna pay attention in this class."
Some kids laugh, and the teacher rolls her eyes.
"I hope that attitude doesn't last."
She taps a desk in the front.
"We'll start from here and go around."
Fizz looks at Karl again, who's got this stupid grin on his face.
"Good one."
Karl nods.
"I know."
They go through a bunch more exercises, when the bell rings.
"Alright everyone, see you tomorrow for actual work."
"Where do you go next?"
Fizz looks at his schedule sheet.
"Uh... Room 45."
"Huh. Same. It's this way."
They walk to the room, which is an art room.
"Ugh, art."
Karl shrugs.
"Eh, it could be worse."
They sit down at one of the double tables around.
"What other classes do you have?"
Karl thinks for a moment.
"Uh, math, science, gym, and band."
Fizz huffs.
"I don't have science, and assuming the order you said is the actual order, we won't have math together."
Karl nods.
"But you have band?"
"Yeah."
"What instrument?"
"Clairinet."
"Oh, I hate you."
Fizz chuckles.
"Yeah? Well, what are you?"
"Trumpet."
"How is that any better?"
"Quiet please!"
They both look at the teacher, who's writing something on the board.
"Welcome to art everyone! I'm Mrs Clark."
The class mumbles a greeting.
"Now, can anyone tell me what they think we will be learning this year?"
A kid in the front raisies his hand.
"The same thing as last year?"
He gets a marker thrown at his head.
"No. Next?"
A few more kids raise their hands, and also get markers to the head.
"Anyone else?"
She looks around the room.
"Alright. We will be learning about the basic fundamentals of art. So, today we will be making a notebook!"
She holds up a notebook.
"Your job is to decorate the cover. I don't care what you do, as long as it's not inappropriate."
She pulls out a bunch of notebooks.
"Everyone come get one. You will have the rest of the year to decorate this, but I want something done today."
Everyone rushes up and grabs a notebook, and the classroom erupts in discussions on what to put on it.
And by "discussion" I mean "everyone scream at the top of their lungs what they're gonna put on it".
Fizz takes a colored pencil and begins scetching on the front.
Karl takes about 4 markers and starts randomly moving them on the cover.
"Why are you doing that?"
Karl shrugs.
"I'm bored."
Fizz shrugs and goes back to scetching.
The hour goes by pretty fast, and the teacher tells everyone to put the names on the notebook, and to leave it on their desks.
"See you in gym!"
"Yeah!"
They part ways and go to their classes.
Social studies and math are boring as shit for fizz and he arrives at the gym for 5th hour.
"Hey! Fizz!"
Fizz looks at one corner of the gym, where Karl is waving at him.
"Hey! I want you to meet my sister!"
Fizz raises his eyebrow and walks over.
The girl standing next to him waves.
"This is Zoey! She's my sister! She's in 7th grade!"
"Hey."
Fizz waves.
"Uh... Hi...?"
Fizz jumps and turns around, where a guy is staring at them behind some long tentacles.
"Oh, Rece, don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry..."
Fizz looks at Zoey and Rece.
"Is this a joined gym class?"
Karl nods.
"7th and 6th!"
Fizz nods.
Rece greets the other two, with fizz filling in blanks of why he talks like that and such.
The gym teacher blows his whistle, much to the displeasure of everyone in the room.
"ALRIGHT LADIES, WE HAVE A DOUBLE CLASS THIS YEAR! SO I'LL BE WORKING YOU TWICE AS HARD!"
Fizz facepalms.
"Seriously?"
Karl groans.
"Of course the gym teacher is the nut job."
Zoey shrugs.
"You get used to it."
Rece sighs.
They spend the next hour running laps and doing "extended warm ups".
They all walk out, tired and annoyed. Except for Zoey.
"That was a nice workout, eh?"
Fizz glares at her.
"Shhh. It's good for you."
She skips off, with Rece walking off in the same direction.
"And now we have band. Great, maybe I'll die of air loss."
Karl chuckles.
"Nah, we'll die of heat stroke long before that."
They walk into the band room, where a couple of people are standing around.
They talk for a bit as usual, and the teacher holds his hand up, silencing everyone.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Thompson. That's all you need to know, really. We'll begin playing tomorrow. Enjoy the free period."
Fizz nods.
"Not a bad first day."
Karl hums in agreement.
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( Sarah ) ( September 16th ) ( 11 )
"I'm home!"
Sarah slumps her backpack off her arm, going to the kitchen.
Victoria is holding a glass of soda for her.
"Thanks Mom!"
Victoria nods and turns back to what she was cooking for herself.
She retreats to her room, flopping on the bed and opening her laptop.
She opens up her message app, connecting to the chat room she and her friends set up.
Sarah: hey guys!
Jennifer: hey Sarah! We were just telling who our crushes are!
Sarah: oh, really? What's yours?
Nick: me, obviously.
Jennifer: shut up! It's not you, it's Mike. He's so cute...
Hailey: of course it's Mike, everyone's crush is fucking Mike.
Sarah: he is cute, but I wouldn't go for him.
Jennifer: then who would you go for?
Sarah: I dunno, I haven't really been looking.
Nick: lies, everyone has a crush at our age.
Sarah: maybe I'm just better than the rest of you then!
Hailey: wrong, very wrong, but she doesn't have to have a crush. There's only like 3 guys in our grade anyway, and one of them is Nick.
Nick: watch it, I've got girls crushing on me somewhere.
Hailey: yeah, somewhere where brain function is impossible.
Sarah giggles.
Sarah: aw, lay off him. He hasn't hit puberty yet.
Jennifer: neither have you...
Sarah: it's not as noticeable with me.
Nick: I'll hit it hard, trust me. It's just taking longer because it's gonna make me look so much better.
Hailey: if you say so, freckles.
Nick: shut up.
"Sarah! Dinner's ready!"
"Coming!"
Sarah: I gotta go eat, see you guys!
She closes her laptop and hops off the bed.
She runs to the kitchen, sitting herself down.
"I made spaghetti!"
Sarah does a cheer.
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( John ) ( October 2nd ) ( 15 )
John slaps another hand away from his pants.
"Could you just leave me alone? I'm not looking for sex right now."
The girls beside him whine.
"Shut it, or I won't ever fuck you."
They immediately stop.
"Fuckin... Some high school life I'm having."
He writes down some more notes, and the girl in front of him turns around and flashes him. He rolls his eyes.
The teacher points at the board.
"If I see one person turn and start drooling at john again I will send you to the office."
"Thank you!"
The teacher nods.
John sighs and looks at his book again.
"I thought high school was supposed to be cool. But all of last year was just people begging me for sex. And it's even worse now!"
He grumbles some more.
The bell rings and he gets up to go to his next class.
He's walking through the hallway when three girls pin him up against a locker.
"Hey, John, wanna fuck us?"
John sighs.
"Not really. I've had enough sex for a long time."
"Two of the girls huff and walks off, but the third girl still has him pinned.
"I'm not taking no for an answer."
She squats down, and pulls John's pants down, immediately grabbing his dick in her mouth and sucking on it.
John tries to push her off, but she's really resistant.
"Get-hah-off!"
A small group has gathered around, all of which are girls, and some of them are rubbing themselves at the display.
John gives up trying to push her off and just waits for her to finish.
He cums, the girl swallowing all of it.
"Mmmm..."
John pushes her away.
"Good, now leave me alone."
The girl frowns.
"But we haven't even gone to the main event yet!"
John pulls his pants up.
"Yeah, and we're not going to."
The girl jumps at him and tries to pull his pants back down, but a teacher shows up and drags her off.
John looks at the crowd. A couple of the girls ended up finishing, and are staring at him with their legs crossed.
"Fucking sluts..."
He waves them off and walks away, moving into his next classroom.
The teacher nods at him.
"You ok?"
John shrugs.
"Could be worse. At least I know you won't put up with any of this garbage."
The teacher nods again and turns to write some stuff on the board.
He sits down at his desk.
"Hmph. Can't wait for this to be over."
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( Arron ) ( November 28th ) ( 13 )
"Arron dear, please sit up straight."
Arron sighs for probably the hundredth time in the last minute and straightens his posture.
"And stop sighing, it's bad for you."
Arron wants to scream at them, but he knows it would get him nowhere.
He's hates this life he's been given, going to a snobby private school, always being told exactly what to do and how to do it, and of course his parents nagging him about every little thing.
"Arron, dear, don't pick at your food."
Arron clutches his fork before slamming it on his plate and leaving the table.
He goes into his room and shuts the door.
"Ugh, I hate them so much!"
He gets on his bed, and pulls out his book.
"I need some friends. All the ones my parents pick out are so fake..."
He hears a knock on his door.
"Remember to take a shower tonight!"
He groans.
"I'm perfectly capable of remembering when I need a shower..."
He hears a gasp on the other side of the door.
"Did you just back talk me?"
Arron actually wants to kill his parents right now.
He can't think of a reply to that, so he just sighs.
He hears footsteps leading away from the door, and as soon as he doesn't hear them any more, he closes his book and throws it at the opposite wall.
He braces himself for someone to yell at him, but nothing happens.
He sighs in relief, and flops down onto his pillow.
"Maybe I should sneak out one of these days. Just for a night."
He looks at his window.
"Yeah. But I need to choose the right moment..."
He shrugs.
"I'm sure I'll have one eventually. First chance I get."
He gets up.
"Guess I'll take that shower then."
He leaves his bedroom, not noticing the small crack put into the wall from his book.
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( Zodiac ) ( December 1st ) ( 13 )
"So, wait, is it..."
Zodiac huffs.
"Could you stop talking? I'm trying to concentrate."
The guy beside him glares.
"I'm trying to concentrate too."
"Yeah? Well do it quieter."
"Zodiac!"
Zodiac groans and looks torward the teacher.
"What?!"
"Be quiet!"
Zodiac makes a face of complete disgust and gestures violently to the person next to him.
"What? Nathan isn't doing anything."
Zodiac rolls his eyes and slams his head on his desk.
"You ok?"
"Fuck you."
Nathan chuckles.
"C'mon now, that's rude."
"Fuck. You."
Nathan shrugs.
"Teacher? Zodiac's swearing at me."
Zodiac lifts his head and gives the angriest glare he can muster at Nathan, who grins at him.
The teacher sighs.
"Detention, zodiac. Third time this week, you know what that means."
He mumbles an annoyed swear, and walks to the front of the class.
The teacher gives him a detention slip, and a "your child is a delinquent" paper.
Zodiac grumbles out of the class and crumbles up the paper immediately.
"Stupid fucking shithead, I hate him."
He tosses the paper into a nearby trash can and looks at the slip.
"Insulting other student."
He snorts.
"Yeah, if you can call that an insult."
He goes to the detention room, where the director waves at him.
"Back again, zodiac? What did Nathan do this time?"
Zodiac scowls.
"He provoked me. Nothing serious."
"Good to hear. Sit down, I'll let you know when your time is up."
Zodiac sits down, grabs his phone out of his pocket, and sighs.
"One day I'll get back at him."
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( Aurie ) ( December 15th ) ( 14 )
Aurie grinds her teeth.
"Aurie? You ok?"
She looks over to her friend, who's looking at her worryingly.
"Y-yeah, just a b-bit cold..."
Her friend frowns.
"Are you sure?"
She moans inwardly and nods.
"Y-yeah..."
Her friend turns around, and she immediately sticks her hand down her shorts.
"A-ah~!"
She bites her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning too loud.
She sits in the back corner of her classroom, so thankfully no one sees her.
At least, at first.
The person sitting to her right eventually turns and starts staring.
Aurie tries to go faster, drawing blood from how hard she's biting her lip.
The person to her right bites her finger and rubs herself uncontrollably.
Aurie finishes, letting her head rest on her desk, panting heavily.
She brings her head up and starts licking the juice of her fingers, slowly.
The person to her right moans, just loud enough for Aurie to hear, and she turns and looks.
The person on her right is rubbing her clothed area extremely fast.
Aurie smiles at the girl, who finishes, causing a large wet spot to cover the front of her pants.
The girl groans.
Aurie gets her attention back.
"I've got spare clothes. I'm super pent up nowadays."
The girl smiles.
"Thanks... I'm not usually one to do this, but with you right here..."
Aurie nods.
"Bring spare clothes from now on, trust me."
The girl nods.
"My name's Lily by the way..."
"Aurie. Charmed."
"I'm sure."
They both giggle.
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( Anthony ) ( December 16th ) ( 13 )
"Yo. Anthony."
Anthony blinks and turns to his left.
"Why are you staring at that guy?"
"Oh, uh, I just nodded off for a second."
His friend stares at him, blankly.
"What?"
"Dude."
Anthony sighs.
"Leave me alone."
"Devin! Anthony! Be quiet!"
Devin jumps and turns around immediately, and Anthony puts his chin back on his desk.
Anthony turns his attention back to the guy from before.
"Why can't I stop looking at him..."
He feels a ball of paper hit him.
He picks it up and opens it.
"Are you gonna keep denying it, or will you just admit it already?"
He huffs.
He writes another note on the paper.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He tosses the paper back to Devin, and he hears him scoff.
The bell rings.
He gets up and grabs his stuff before quickly walking out.
Unfortunately for him, the next period is lunch.
Devin catches up to him and they both sit down.
"Dude, seriously."
Anthony growls and bangs the table.
"Leave it."
Devin puts his hands up.
"Alright, fine. But if you flunk another test because you're too busy staring at Marco, we're gonna have a problem."
Anthony sighs.
"Fine. I'm gay. You happy now?"
Devin nods.
"I won't tell anybody. Promise. But you really need to learn how to stop staring at Marco."
Anthony nods.
"Yeah, don't tell anyone. And I'll try."
Devin smiles.
"You know, you really don't have to hide it..."
"No, but I want to. I don't feel comfortable with everyone knowing."
Devin shrugs.
"If you say so. Now, where were we?"
Anthony thinks for a moment.
"Overwatch is better than TF2."
"No it fucking isn't!"
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And so ends year 1. Mmm, you can just smell the setups.
Year two will have more shit in it. Not only that, but I'll make more than just one story per character.
Such a short year. The next one might be three times as long.