Hello once again! I hope I can get this one out rather quickly, so my story can build some fans. PLEASE be sure to REVIEW, FAVOURITE AND FOLLOW.

People who read chapter one probably had little to no clue where this was going...this chapter will help a little, but don't expect to fully understand things for a while, unless, of course, ymu tes tmmb gs lpglfckt saeqe ;)

NOW THEN, LET THE MADNESS COMMENCE!

Chapter 2- Off to the Seaside

The cliffs...the sea air...I really am free! I could cry. - Aiden O'Mailey

Gilberts P.O.V.

Drive it Drive!

Fire the weapon, fire it!

There getting away!

NO, THE BRIDGE.

Darn it, the boss won't like this, I'll have to BEEP, BEEP, BEEP BEEP.

Huh, what's going-

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

SMASH, SMASH, SMASH.

BEEP, BEEP BEEP, BEEP.

SMASH, CRASH, BASH.

CLICK.

Blink.

Blink Blink.

Goddamn it.

Why must I always wake up at the good part

Waking up in the mornings is not fun. Waking up from an awesome dream, is just depressing. Just, plain, depressing.

Guess I have to get out of bed...uggggggggggghhhhhhh.

That damn Mister Sandman better accept bribes...I still have some baby teeth in a jar, maybe he can trade those with the tooth fairy. Hah. As if. Tooth Fairy isn't real. I
never bought that shit. Nothing but a bunch of lies.
Pops always said that truth and openness was the key to success.

Heave, ho, heave, ho. UP.

Well, I'm up. I'm awake. I'm sore as shit, I'm tired, and I'm...naked?

Shit, should probably address my undress state. And maybe get some breakfast.

Ahh, Poptart's. The modern day cuisine. So simple, yet...so tasty. I can feel the diabetes setting in already. More S'mores please! Now then, to sip my coffee, eat my smoretart's, and read my I-pad st...ohhhh...right...field trip. Shit...going to Delmarva are we? Americas earring? Aye Yi Yi, what a snafu. I preferred the situation to be normal, thank you.

I got on my bike, thoughts of the field trip lingering in my mind.

I never really liked the whole "field trip thing" I mean...what's wrong with good ole fashioned worksheets...actually, don't answer that, too much to list.

Ah well, it's a change of pace atleast. Maybe it will be good...but probably not.

"WHA!" I shouted, as I swerved away from a chestnut tree, jeez. "God, damn!" I said as i swerved away from some bramble, then onto the sidewalk. I breathed, a calm sigh of relie-OH SHIT I JUST PASSED THE SCHOOL.

"Motherfu-

Well, I made it. Took me through the second level of hell, but I made it. Glad my bike lock still works, wouldn't want my sweet, uh, mediocre ride stolen. Mediocre? Gilbert walked towards the school, looking upwards at a door, was dreading the way things seemed to be developing. Well here we go, the field trip to hell..Sweet Sweet UV rays, mm mm mmmm.

Gilbert smiled, then walked into the building.

"Hey Gilbert!" It was Mason, at the locker. He was trying to unlock his locker. "Looking forward to the field trip?"

No. "Ehh..." he said, moving his hand back and forth. "Not exaaaactly." Locker not working? "Having trouble with your locker?" Gilbert asked. Mason nodded, "Yeah, can never remember the damn numbers on this thing..." Gilbert smirked. ' "Hehe, yeah, I have the same problem, that's why i got the letter code lock." he gestured towards his locker. Indeed, there was a letter lock, right there on his locker. Mason responded, "Cool. Anything going on with you." 'Yes.' "Nah, not much." He said, looking into his locker before pulling out a binder. "We should get to class." He said as Mason followed. "Yeah, we should."

There was about half an hour to go until they left for the field trip. The mornings were always quite boring. Oh well. May as well pass the time in a well thought out way, thought Gilbert, as he flopped his head down on the desk for 10 seconds, then pulled it backup. Hmmmmmmm...guess I'll do the same as usual. Ugh, my neck hurts.

Let's see what the world's up to today, in the wonderfully futuristic world of today. Let the surfing commence! Hm, first things first, war. I typed in war and-

"Class, lineup outside, it's time to leave!"

Welp, time to go. TO HELL. Or the bus, both are acceptable terms.

The bus sucks.

I never take the bus. The Taxi is better, dads car is better, taking a bike is better, any alternative is better, then a smelly sweaty musty old bus. Yuck.

So, here I am, sitting on a bus. Just...sitting...what should I think about. Hmm, what am I thinking? Hmmmmmm...

Rubber-duck-attack-omg-the-rubberd-uck-army-will-destroy-the-world-if-the-dolhpin-gorrila-war-doesbadlytherussianshavesurrenederedthebritisharefancyliving-herewecometheresazombieonyourlawnwedontlikeoneeyedonehornedgiantpuurplepoopleevilarmyofthedarkforcespongebobisyellowsimpsonshomersimpsonsiskillingm goffwithnedneckyourstandinonmyworldfromdevastiontouniteallpeopleswithinoshothebigbluerubberduckymanohnotheduckarmyigottowarnthemabouthitlernikoletsgobowl

Nope, Nope, too much thinking. Too much raw mental energy. Where's a friend when you need them?

"Why are you sitting next to me?"

Oh. Right...actually to my left, but still.

Neutral P.O.V.

"Oh, Hey Yvon. Kinda got lost in thought." Gilbert said sheepishly. Yvon deadpanned. "Must not have been very crowded."
'HA.' "The Inner mechanisms of my mind are enigma." Gilbert stated, his face faux slack. I AM MORE MENTALLY CAPABLE THEN YOU CAN HANDLE, MERE MORTAL. Cause ...wait what was I saying, I forgot... wait, conversation, right. "Hehe, how are you doing?" Gilbert asked, hoping to get some entertainment.

"Why did you decide to sit next to me, again?" Yvon asked with yet another deadpan. "Well duh, I couldn't sit on TOP of you. That would be weeeeird." ;P

Yvon replied. "Hehehe, fair enough." Gilbert followed. "You played COD WWII? Great stealth mission?" but Yvon shot it down faster then a german gunner, "Nah I only really play Battlefield."

"Ah, Okay." Gilbert answered, as he pulled out an Ipod-2(the only muzic device the teachers would allow, no internet) slouched down, and zoned out.

"I found out, looong ago. Ooooh. It's a long way down, the holiday road. Oooohooohoho. Holiday rooohahaooooohohohohod. Holiday rooahahooohooohooroad."

Seaside, we're off to the seeeea-side. My, oh my what a lovely day! Gilbert thought as he watched the beaches go by, row on row. 'Glad to be here, cause with global warming, chances for future visits are declining at an alllaaaarrm-ing speeed'

'May as well kill these last couple minutes by watching the window.

'Blue Car. Red Car. One Car, two car. Wait...I think the book was the other way around...or was it...no it was...' he thought, as he looked around. A sign read "Ocean Town: Next Left" or atleast Gilbert thought it did. The sign was half painted over, saying "ROAD CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE" 'Oh right...think that place got wrecked in that fire a few years back...damn idiots should never have been allowed near fireworks, this is why we can't have nice things in the world. Shame, place looked nice...'

Blue Car, house, house, house, shack, drunk hobo screaming, house, carwash, house, boatyard, sign, wait, "VOTE MAYOR DEWEY" huh, seems like the local game of strawman torching is in season, wonder if they're burning elephants or donkeys this time, I better get the lighter fluid.

"Class, we are just 5 minutes away, so get your bags ready, and put all your gameboys away."

Ha, Gameboys. Also, suuuurre we're 5 minutes away, that's what you said last time. I don't even think we're on the road anymore you dullard. Either that or one of those cheap ass gravel roads, like in the old town. All I see is quartz sand for clicks around, oh, and the ocean, duh. And that lighthouse over yonder behi-be,be...tha, tha...

'What. The. Fuck...'

Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUUUUUN. Hey, as of next chapter, I should be legally qualified as a Steven Universe fanfiction writer, and this story will finally be a ture fanfiction and not just a angst fest(What's the difference anyway? With the fanfics I'm reading, there is none! Bahahahahahaha...ha...heee...don't kill me) which will qualify the story for all those fanfic based tax cuts. HURRAY FOR TAX EVASION. "Hears a siren" Whuh-Oh. I'm crazy enough to take on Technicolour SJWs and Serbian Kebabs, but the IRS, Noooo thank you! Well then, I should probably hurry up. Hehehe.

So yeah, the start of the beginning of the prequel of the pre trailer scene is just starting now. See if you can guess the main plot(the MAIN, main plot) first. Look for clues where you can, but besides the description, we don't have any clues yet. MWAHAHAHHAHAHAAA.

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Okay that one was a clue. Nice and vague, so I'll make this one easy for you, Dark Kni-I mean audience. Hehe...he.

See you all next time, tha tha tha that's all folks. This has gone on long enough. I need a fizzy water.