Shoutout to the user "Toon Think" for letting me go on "drunk rants" about Mother 3 in the reviews of their story, "Squid Sisters Talent Show". I love Mother 3, so they even gave me credit for being the one to go on the rants by telling me to SHUT UP in an author's note!
The rescue of the children wasn't important, so I'm going to skip it. Everything is now back to normal, the sentence used by all fic writers to indicate either the end of a story, a hint to a sequel, or just a way to say "haha yeet no it wasn't lol".
And that's the use I'm using it.
Actually maybe not.
The NSS were all together at Cuttlefish Cabin playing board games and getting salty over who rolled first and that Pearl had accidentally swallowed the dice. While everyone was laughing, crying, complaining, and talking about topics no one cared about, Octavio decided to loudly start beatboxing and singing about his favorite deodorant brand, which was really weird from inside a snowglobe.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at him acting like an MLG noob. He finally stopped when Agent 3 threw a cup of bubble tea at the snowglobe. Octavio was terrified of it for some reason, and stopped. And then everything felt silent.
"Soooo," Agent 4 muttered. "Anyone got a story or something?"
"I do!", Octavio shouted from his snowglobe. "That octo boy with you? His real name's Owen. Owen Lewis Octavio. He's my grandson."
Agent 8 jerked up. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Honestly, I had no idea Eight could say anything worse than 'shut up'," Pearl joked after un-swallowing the dice.
Three slowly patted Eight's afro to calm him down.
"Uhhhhh," Four whisper-stuttered. "A-anyone else have something to share?"
Marie cleared her throat and sighed. "How about an awkward middle school story? That's definitely gonna calm most of us down right now."
Author's Note: CRINGE WARNING! WEE WOO WEE WOOMY Don't say I didn't warn you. Also, not, the next few chapters, or just this story arch,are, again, based somewhat off of my normal unimportant life as a human. Enjoy the crap.
*Calamari County Preparatory Girls' Middle School*
Callie and Marie's homeroom teacher in seventh grade, Mrs. Jelltoro (a Jelly), was writing something on the chalkboard.
"Listen up girls. I have just written down a LIST of CLUBS you can JOIN. Each one meets a certain day of the week, all after classes end at EXACTLY THREE-THIRTY. Be late, miss that day's activities. You may not sign up for any two clubs that meet on the same day, because that simply doesn't work. Do you understand, girls?"
"Yes," the class said in a weird monotone harmony.
"Good. Head to your dormitories, now. Class is dismissed."
Just like a cliche, Callie and Marie headed back to their room, because they obviously shared a room no sike actually they didn't. Duh. But, their rooms were close by, at least. Stupid school boards, never giving relatives the same room in the dormitory. Everyone who worked for the school board was a troll, or so it seemed.
"So, do you think you're gonna join any of the clubs?", asked Marie's annoying roommate, Natasha.
"Likely not."
"Really? I think you'd like the book club."
"No way. I've been in a book club once in fifth grade, and all that we read was stupid highschool romance and girly graphic novels."
"But you're a girl, you're supposed to like that stuff!"
"Shut the hell up, will you?"
Natasha became silent. Marie sighed.
Time for a multi poit of view thingy? I don't know anymore this story sucks. Anyway, meanwhile at the dormitory room that was currently inhabited by Callie and her roommate who's name was Maxine because I can't think of any names for one-time OCs, there was pretty much the not no way same conversation going on.
"OMG I think that guy from the boys' school William (one-time OC name) likes you!", Maxine squealed.
"Oh god no…"
"What do you mean? He's said to be the coolest and hottest boy there!"
"Uh, because… I don't like him back? I just don't want to date anyone."
"But he's soooooo cute!"
"Well, that is your opinion. Hmph."
"Whatever, but, hey, that reminds me of something!"
"What?"
"Well," Maxine said. "I kinda wanted to join the film club…"
"Then.. why don't you join it?" Callie was confused.
"I think it's a co-ed program, and there's gonna be guys from the boys' school."
"So?"
"What if one of them… likes me?"
"I don't know. I'm literally failing in three classes, one of which is for kids with learning disabilities, and you expect me to answer that?"
"Well, um, if I join… Will you join, too? I mean, you'll have to ask you parents and-"
"I live with my grandfather."
"OMG I'm so sorry what happened?"
"Can we not talk about that?"
Maxine's face turned cyan because that was her ink color. Though she was only thirteen, she had developed a humanoid skin tone, with some patches of her ink color still there. A lot of thirteen-year olds were like that, especially the girls, since the developed faster.
"Oh, um okay. Anyway, if my parents let me join can you ask your grandfather? I don't want to not know anyone there if I join it."
"I don't know if I have the time for clubs." NSS stuff. "I mean, I dunno, I might join the, uh, fencing club or something. It could help me get better at turf war. I'm a roller main."
"Oh, okay…"
Callie could tell Maxine had started crying. Small drizzles of cyan ran down her face. Why did roommates always have to be so annoying? Blame the school board!
After a few days it became friday so children went home for the weekend. Everyone had to bring home the club sign up slips and stuff with the lists of clubs to join and brief descriptions. Things were going normal so far… SO FAR, nwehehehehehehehehe! *mother 3 joke sorry*
"How was your week, squiddo?", Cap'n Cuttlefish asked as Callie ran up to him and gave him a hug, which felt really nice, actually, since inklings are surprisingly squishy.
"Nothing much happened."
Callie didn't feel like answering boring questions. She was more interested in grabbing a jar of peanut butter out of the fridge and eating it's creamy contents.
"That reminds me, I got an email about a list of clubs that students can join. Do you have the sign-up sheet? The email said children would be sent home with them."
"Uhhhhhhhh…" Callie fished through her backpack and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from under her portfolio. "This is it, I think."
"Let's see… Oh, how spectacularly unbelievable! Many of these clubs could make you a better agent. There's a turf war club, a robotics club, even a roleplay club. These all sound quite ever so interesting!"
Callie had completely forgotten about the film club proposal, until some sort of reminder of it suddenly hit her like a fast thingy.
"Well, Maxine said she was gonna try to join the film club, and she said she really wanted me to do it with her but I-"
"Film club! A great way to learn better people skills!"
"Oh cod.."
"That soundly like a lovely idea! I'll sign you up!"
Callie felt defeated inside. :(
Meanwhile with Marie (seriously, though. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I STARTED A SENTANCE LIKE THAT), she was in her bedroom doing homework like a good child. She had just finished some of her "gifted" class' work, when her mom knocked on her door.
"Come in."
"Hey, how's your homework going?"
"Pretty good I guess."
"Okay, good to hear. I came up here to tell you that I got a text from your grandfather… Okay, even though half of the text was oddly autocorrected, I was able to figure out what the message was."
"And, uh, what was it?"
"He said he was going for improving Callie's social skills by making her do a film club, and I thought, wow, that's a great idea. So, me and your father signed you up."
That sentence didn't even make sense.
Around one week later, it was thursday, the day the film club, along with others, was supposed to meet for the first time. Marie predicted the club was going to basically just be the nerdiest group in history making documentaries about a wall. When she actually got to the place the club was meeting, she was very, very wrong. Well, it was obvious to tell why each individual person was there.
Marie looked around a little bit. Mrs. Jelltoro was leading the club. Mrs. Jelltoro was one of Marie's favorite teachers. She was always teaching extra, infact, so much. She was the math teacher. She loved giving the kids work more advanced than their grade level, which Marie loved, but also could've been the reason Callie was failing her class.
"Oh, hello hello!", Mrs. Jelltoro said as she noticed Marie standing in the corner. "How are you doing? Are you excited to be in this fine film club?"
"Sure," she lied.
"Okay, so you should get out your lanyard. We'll be wearing them as nametags."
Marie grabbed a blue and pink tie-dye lanyard out of her backpack and put it as she did so, she heard what sounded like two voices coming down the hallway. One sounded like they were getting angry at the other, while the other simply responded quietly and calm. Eventually, two girls walked into the classroom. Marie rolled her eyes. Of course Callie had to be late.
As Callie walked in the classroom and tried to ignore Maxine yelling at her about boys, she stopped in her walking and became completely silent. Mrs. Jelltoro. The worst teacher in the entire school. There were rumors that Mrs. Jelltoro worked at an all girls school because she was sexist to boys, and now they were at a co-ed club, and it was time to see if that was true.
Mrs. Jelltoro might seem like the ideal teacher for someone who's: A) gifted in math, reading, and most subjects. B) a perfect student who raises their hand all of the time. C) a girly girl. D) Marie. However, that was basically it. If you broke any of those qualifications, that Jelly hated you. Unfortunately, Callie didn't fit any of them, and it seemed like Jelltoro forgot she existed at times. She didn't care. She enjoyed being able to draw on post-its during lessons on geometry and the square root of x.
So anyway, Mrs Jelltoro never noticed her. Until she walked into the room, where there weren't many other kids. There were clearly more girls than boys. Most of which could easily be recognised as the popular girly-girls, though not all. Most of the boys were either playing with the cameras or doing stuff on the computer.
Mrs. Jelltoro quickly looked at her list, then at the squid children, then at her list again, and back and forth, muttereing something as she did so. She then stopped looking at her list, and looked entirely at the squids.
"Boys and girls, welcome to the film club! I believe everyone is here now?"
As Marie noted everyone else at the club, she came up with what exactly each of them would do throughout the rest of the school year at the club.
A boy was sitting around a computer watching as another boy looked up funny videos and stuff like that. The boy watching videos was going to be the funny guy of the group. He would make jokes about stuff and never take anything seriously. Likely would be an actor or something. The boy watching him was going to be a camera guy, no question
At another computer, a girl was playing around with some sort of editing software. Her creation appeared to a horrifying fusion of a character from a video game and a character from an anime, with a creepy caption written at the bottom. Without a doubt, this child would be an editor of the final product, and might possibly make the final product strange and questionable.
Seven or so girls with styled tentacles and fancy outfits were standing in the center of the classroom. Actors. Those were the kids who were going to force themselves into the role of lead actor at all cost, no matter what. They would also likely be the ones writing the script, directing the film, and forcing the kid with allergies to wear makeup.
Boy on his phone. Another camera guy.
Everything here was just so, so predictable. Just like a fanfic.
Author's Note: Haha lol one of the kids in the club is based off of me cAn YoU gUeSs WhIcH oNe? Please don't, thanks. Also, sorry about your iPad, FireMaster0730.
