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SEASON TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I'M SO HYPED. I saw the first episode yesterday and I'm extremely excited for what's to come. One thing I especially liked was the refined animation, back in season 1 it varied from extremely cartoony to like the original animation but with stiff movements. It was really weird. But they stuck with what was best and polished it to the best they could, so I'm happy! Oh, and apologies for lateness. I don't now if I'll be able to update on a regular basis anymore, but you know what? As long as I can make you guys happy, then I'm happy with that!
What's this? Reviews? I'm still relevant?
Finnjr63: It's not a problem dude, I'm glad you suggested it! And believe it or not, I want actually going to have the reference in there at first, but I decided "Eh, why not?". Thanks again Brochacho!
Power Master Story Writer: Haha, thank you! I'm glad I could create such a nice head canon for you!
DonDonatek: Oh well, some people are just too smart for me!
Guest Sorta: Thanks dude/dudette. Glad I could make you laugh.
Anonymims: Gracias Brochacha! You're feedback is much appreciated! I agree that it was iconic at the time, but I'm afraid it's been overshadowed by the "Smooch Buddies" quote. Stay awesome Brochacha!
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EVAunit42: I like your title, but I think I prefer Kriss' a little more. Sorry bro. But thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed!
Guest: Sorry, I don't plan on making it a fic anymore. But I may be able to add in a part two for it somewhere down the road.
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No more jibber jabber, to the one shot!
I fell back first onto the floor, my eyes wide, despite the sudden exposure to light. I held a book to my chest and stared at the ceiling, everything in my mind just kinda… turning off for the moment. The book was ripped out of my hands so fast. I didn't even know it'd left until it was struck against my forehead. It wasn't painful, more like a quick love tap, but that didn't take my mind off of what I had seen. It was hard to read at first, but in the right lighting, I saw something…
Something horrible...
"Don't read my journal Marco."
Those words were the only thing to reach my ears, everything else just felt worthless after the shocking discovery I had just made. I got up from the floor, taking a moment to balance myself on the carpet. It felt soft, luxurious you could say, like silk made for feet. The fabric surrounding me felt snug as well, like a million blankets had wrapped themselves around me and given the second warmest embrace I've ever felt thus far… First is always going to be reserved. I felt so comfortable in those rags, I was almost considering keeping them, just to take focus my attention on something else for the time being. That is, until they suddenly went damp…
Something thick was leaking through the gaps between the fabric, it created this weird sensation that felt like showering in jelly. It didn't feel all that bad, but it got me to snap out of my trance for the moment. So then I sat up and looked around the room.
I probably should've stayed down.
Everything was coated in a sparkling green mess, glimmering slightly in the cracks of sunlight through the roof and window. Some if it landed in my mouth, but it didn't taste all that bad. It was kinda like mint, only it was more like the 'swallowing toothpaste mint' instead of the regular stuff. And even after seeing something as strange as this, the thought still lurked in my head of what I saw… it may have been brief, but it was definitely there. That thought haunted my thoughts, corroding my mind, confirming my worst fears.
With it still lingering, I got up from my sitting position, turned towards the door and started walking. No BS here folks. A few steps in, I realized I hadn't said anything for nearly the entire situation, so I quickly looked back at Star, who had an emotionless look on her face. I couldn't imagine mine being any different after the turn off the events that took place. But upon closer inspection, I saw the fine details in her goo covered face, like the prominent heart marks on her cheeks, glowing a light blue for some reason. Then I saw her hair, lightly streaked with the goop, but not so much that it took away the natural shine it gave off, yet the thing that caught my attention must was her eyes. They were so wide, like orbs, curving elegantly and reflecting parts of the room. I looked directly into them, they were always the main part that hooked my attention. I couldn't pry my eyes away from the rich blue hue that circled her pupils. It was weird seeing her like that, it was almost as if I was seeing her for the first time…
"I'm gonna go put on some pants."
Not the smartest choice of words, but I needed to get away from her for the moment, before my imagination took over. As I left and shut the door behind me, I heard the unmistakable accent of Glossaryk, saying something about a new tower. I hadn't noticed anything on the way out, but maybe that was because the goop was starting to slip into my eyes.
Wait a minute…
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A few hours later…
I sat on my bed in my room, gazing at a picture nailed to my wall. It was taken about a month back, we were at the bounce lounge and took it before we left. I'm not sure why we did, but I didn't stop her from taking the picture. So now I keep it on my wall as a memoir, in case something crazy happens like some kind of amnesia, so I can remember. Nothing more, nothing less. I gotta admit though, I do enjoy looking at it from time to time. It helps clear my head. Everything was so weird today, but that was normal. Everything weird is normal now, I need to keep that in mind. One minute you could be sitting in your room, trying to let off some stream by breaking a few wooden boards, then the next minute your in a glass box while some lawyer tries to get you to eat a sandwich.
I'm sure I'll adapt eventually, it's bound to happen considering what me and Star have been through. Trust me, it's been a lot worse than you think. Countless adventures can be found at the finger tips, or should I say, edge of a blade?
No? Okay then.
I kept staring at that photo. It was like there was something I just wasn't seeing, besides the background, which was just plain old gray and lifeless. I stood up from my bed and walked across the shaggy floor, my eyes narrowing with every step I got closer. Something was definitely off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. So now I had two things bugging me inside my head. I pinched the bottom of the photo between my finger and thumb, pulling it off of the pin that held it to the wall. I brought it up to my face and looked at my expression, I had a dopey smile on my face it was to big to be normal. But hey, weird is normal now. I took a look at my eyes for a moment. They were the same as ever, a nice, rich brown that complimented my hair, or was it the other way around?
Whatever, let's get back to the picture. I kept looking at my eyes, I felt there was something there I needed to see. Like it was just calling out to me, but I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. What could possibly be there that I wasn't seeing? Was my hair out of place? Was my hoodie stained? Why were my eyes looking over to the left? Was someone behind m-
Hold up. What was that second to last one?
I raised a brow at the sight of my eyes in the photo. I didn't know why, but they were looking over to the left of the picture, towards Star. She was giving the peace sign with her arm wrapped around me, but that was nothing new. I looked closer, nearly bringing the photo into direct contact of my face. I scrunched my nose up in hopes that it would give away some kind of detail, and believe it or not, I got one. The heart marks on her face were brighter than usual, almost a bright pink. But then again, that could have just been an exposure issue when we took the photo, or maybe I was just imagining it. It was getting pretty late after all. Then I took a closer look at my cheeks, which were a little bit redder than I remember. I had a vague memory of the bounce lounge being a little to toasty for my comfort back then, so what did this mean?
I step back onto my bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling. With that one thought coming back to mind. From when I looked into her journal and saw what I thought was unthinkable. The words kept reciting in my head over and over, like the chant of a cult. Pretty soon I found myself mouthing the words out, I couldn't control myself. I thought the only way to get it out would be to accept it. Silence was blaring throughout the entire household, but in my mind it felt like a football stadium had somehow snuck in there. Then I said the words, they felt odd on my tongue. Almost foreign, like I didn't want to accept what I was saying, I thought it was wrong.
My eye lids fell down slowly as I finished the sentence. Sleep welcoming me into its arms. But that thought was still there. It was like a ghost I couldn't catch.
Chapter 11…
My thoughts on Marco…
"I met Marco on the first day of school. Somehow the principle knew we'd be the best of friends…
And it's true. We were!
But..."