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-Waves.- Hello all, first posting by the lurker known as Ten. -bows.-
Now, I am unsure as to how exactly it happened, but I have been persuaded into writing a fic.
Yes, a fic. A parody fic to be precise. I have the first few chapters outlined. Somewhere along the line, I have been further inspired from multiple chats with
hope_rising and
luna_hoshino , but mostly from all the lulz from our beloved community and of course, from the fic that enrages us so.
So the plot? Well, I've got something along the lines of a tale of two ocs: One a blatant stab at sues known as Marix (You might find a pic of her in one of my art dumps. -COUGH-) and the other my own variation of a self-insert, known as Entx.
The whole thing has started with the whole SI ploy, but rest assured, no magic PS2s are involved. The [oh-so-originally named] self-insert, Ten wakes up in the KH world after an incident with a familiar asshole she met on the train. Said insert freaks out, of course, before she's attacked and knocked out in a fight with Dusks. Insert'll wake up and be interrogated by "IT", someone [or thing] that has been causing nothing but brain hurt for them all with sparklypoo and mighty need to try and rape Axel everyone. They COULD handle the thing themselves, but one of them knows that Ten has some connection with the canon-raping beast that's been hounding him and thus, demands that she do something about it, namely--get rid of the damn thing.
I'm trying not to have the story revolve COMPLETELY around the two OCs, but I'm only confident about half of the Org's characterization at this point. Additionally, I'd like to poke fun at fan-DUMB as much as possible in the fic, but I'd like some input about how I should approach these gags.
And without further ado, the first chapter:
Knot Another KayAeych Krapfick - By Ten
Chapter I - Daily Life of a Kollege Schtoodent: BIZNESS GOING ON AS USUAL!
“It’s time to get up.”
Thus the day began. With the mound of striped blanket being tossed halfway across the bed came the rising of the sleep-deprived college student.
It was the asscrack of dawn and she only had one class today. That was enough to persuade her to jump out of bed. She cursed when she stubbed her foot on a wayward box on the way to the closet and decided that maybe she should turn on a light.
“Fucking room makes me sick…” She hissed as she leaned over to check for any bloody wounds-there were none, so she was all right, “Why am I such a fucking slob?” It was a rhetorical question, as she already knew that her room was a trash heap due to her being lazy. Luckily getting dressed never took long. T-shirt and jeans, that was it-that and a heavy coat which she’d stuff her phone and charged mp3 player in. Having her stuff readied from last night, she lifted her bag [which weighed “a few tons” according to her] and headed down for breakfast.
The ride to school was uneventful. The student decided to catch up on lost sleep with her favorite song-rather, piece of psychedelic techno music, on repeat.
Up in the eleventh floor hallway, she’d use the bathroom for brushing her teeth and experimenting with eye makeup she’d left sitting in a bag for a few years. She figured it’d help her somehow with character design.
Events that followed would consist of checking the time on her phone before the security guy came up to unlock the lounge door. Why her school insisted on locking the lounge was beyond her-actually, it was one of few things that managed to avoid being on her long list of pet peeves.
It was about 6:15 in the morning now, and one of her friends had come in to join her at the table near the door.
“Did you get the homework, Ten?” asked her friend, Ten looked up from the doodle she was inking and grinned stupidly, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
From this point both of them would spend the hour and a half they had hurriedly finishing their assignments for Ten’s least favorite class: College Geometry.
At 8:13 AM, Ten and her small class hoped that the instructor wouldn’t show up in two minutes so that they could simply pass an attendance sheet around and go home. These high hopes were resultantly crushed when their professor showed up a minute later. Ten grumbled and followed her friend into the art lab where they had class.
Geometry was one of two classes that Ten had the shortest attention span for. Fifteen minutes had not passed before she was doodling caricatures of her other teachers in her notebook.
The only time she looked up was when she noticed that her geometry professor was having problems spelling the word “parallelogram” on the white board. Face met palm and Ten tried her hardest to stifle laughter.
“That’s really sad…” She whispered to her friend
Her friend was still staring at the board and shrugged off the observation, “Sometimes I forget an l in that word.”
Ten snorted, “Oh, Amy…how special you are.” Amy smirked, “Yeah, I fail like that”
The rest of the class isn’t really worth mentioning, as Ten had barely understood a damn thing that was ‘taught’
The trek home would be uneventful, if it hadn’t been for a particular encounter on the metro…
She’d actually managed to have a seat on the train that was usually packed on Fridays, and she hoped to keep it that way. Normally, Ten would have to stand up until the train was almost to the end of the blue line in order to have a seat to herself, since she had a dislike of sitting next to someone she didn’t know. The good thing about her was, or as far as she could see, everyone else seemed to have the same opinion: Best to sit by yourself.
A soft sigh of relief escaped her chapped lips as she leaned back against the seat and stared out the window. Her mind was mostly full of things she would have to force herself to do later (like homework), things she would have to take care of much later in her life (like school loans…getting a job…fun shite like that) and things she wish she could do more of (which pretty much includes everything on the computer, plus playing video games and drawing “lulz” or amusing scenarios from things she’s seen on the internet). Her foot involuntarily tapped to the cheesy pop song she currently had on repeat as she struggled to keep herself from getting too anxious. Ten had broken her brain struggling through a MATH class and just wanted a peaceful ride home without any metro-centric delays.
She’d just found herself away from anxiety and was actually smiling a little until the train’s intercom clicked to life, followed by the driver’s announcement, “Unfortunately, due to mechanical problems, this train will be going out of service at Reagan National Airport.” Ten grimaced at the speaker on the ceiling, as if the message had been the biggest inconvenience ever to her.
Oh, this is just what I need, She thought, To sit at the fucking airport for who knows how long... “All passengers are to exit the train at this stop and wait for another bound for Franconia-Springfield.”
Ten curled her lip back in disgust and angrily shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a curse. She’d have to get new ones whenever she had the time.
It was a good thing she hadn’t decided to DRAW on the Metro, because that would have meant having to spend time putting shit away before having to get off at the designated stop. The disgruntled student was muttering obscenities incoherently as she got off the train and made a beeline for the nearest empty bench. Her eyes fell upon the black sign suspended on the ceiling and scoffed when she read: “Franconia 20 mins.”
Ten freed herself from the straps of her “two ton” backpack and quickly unzipped one of the three pockets. She then proceeded to yank out two sketchbooks and zip it up to prevent the later awkward feeling of finding out she’d forgotten to close it.
“Fucking metro…” She muttered as she opened one of the sketchbooks, one with the word ‘YAY!’ scribbled on the bottom in black pen on the bottom, “I want to go HOME, damn it.” Ten was obviously frustrated by the wait, but when once she started doing what she loved (not to mention what she went to art school for) her mood began to improve and soon she was sniggering at her ideas.
Her latest creation paid homage to all the horrible, horrible mutilations of one of her favorite games: Kingdom Hearts. The drawing had spawned from hours spent online reading “fan” fiction and rants about said fiction that did everything she loathed in the fandom. Yes, this is what she spent countless hours doing on her computer, aside from writing stuff with friends, or “roleplaying” as it’s commonly called. The thing she had drawn was personifying everything that would scare the game’s characters out of their wits, and anything that would rape and disfigure the game’s pre-established story before leaving it bleeding in an alleyway.
“Oh, Fandumb…” She mused, and shook her head, “How I love and loathe you so…”
She continued to snigger at her ‘stupidity’ until she was interrupted by a rather rude male voice, “Is that seat taken?”
Hoping that this would send the asshole away, Ten didn’t respond. She was wearing small earbuds, which remained hidden under a mess of auburn hair; however, her music wasn’t up that loud. That didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend not to hear him in an effort to keep her bag on the seat so she wouldn’t have to lift it off the ground. Laziness was always with this one.
Is she deaf or something? The man sighed harshly and looked around to see if there was anywhere else to sit. He’d come a long way and would rather not stand-hell, he shouldn’t have to, this place wouldn’t be around for long. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot as he eyed the girl drawing, obviously off in her own little world of deep concentration. He leaned over and waved a hand in front of her face, which allowed him to not only notice the reason for her lack of an answer, but also to get her attention. She didn’t look too happy to be interrupted, not that he cared.
“Would your bag be offended if I moved it?” He asked, not even making an attempt to sound nicer, “Because I’d like to sit down here.”
Ten immediately looked up at the guy and tried her hardest not to glare-not that it’d do any good, as the guy’s face was a little hard to see from the damn hood he was wearing. The Force (of her willpower) was strong with her for now, as she resisted the urge to snap at him and simply moved her bag with a muffled, “Sorry.”
The black-hooded guy chuckled, causing Ten to tense up as her sensitive “asshole-detecting” radar began to go berserk. She had a bad feeling about this guy, but out of the presence of manners, she did nothing but continue to work on her picture. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything else to her. After all, people who rode the metro never talked unless they knew each other.
Damn train had better get here… Ten thought. She didn’t want to sit near this guy, but she was already settled with her stuff, so she kept at her drawing until her hopes were answered by the sound of an oncoming train. The student looked up hopefully and much to her relief, it was a blue line train bound for Franconia-Springfield.
Ten quickly heaved her bag back onto her shoulders and got her stuff together. This entailed closing her sketchbook and shoving various drawing supplies into the pockets of her oversized cargo pants before scurrying into nearest car to reclaim a seat- hopefully one far away from the asshole who dared to interrupt her work.
Ugh, speak of the devil…He’d decided to follow her into the same car. Or, that’s what her paranoia about people seemed to tell her. Ten hoped he’d notice and take a hint when she not-so-discreetly cranked up the volume of her music before continuing to draw.
Well, someone was certainly feeling anti-social today. That didn’t stop him from plopping himself into the seat next to her-after he’d thoughtlessly moved her bag out of the seat. The girl leered, but it had no effect on a heartless asshole like himself.
“Couldn’t you have asked?” Growled Ten as she pulled out one of her headphones,
“Not if you’re just going to ignore me. It’s fine on the floor.” He nodded to the bag and slouched in his seat with one arm over the back, away from her.
Ten hissed through clenched teeth and angrily replaced the removed earbud. The train crept along towards the next stop, due to “track maintenance” AGAIN!?!? The delays that separated her from her desired destination combined with her unwanted ‘company’ made Ten want to scream at this point.
But she didn’t scream--she continued to draw.
Time always crept a little faster as it went by when she was drawing, even when interrupted by stupid questions or random strangers who would stare at her while she worked. Though, Ten didn’t really mind being watched as she drew, but she did mind said watcher being way too close for comfort.
He’d only caught a glimpse of the figure on the paper, but it was enough of an eyeful to send a nasty chill down his spine. How the hell did she know what IT looked like??? Had she seen the thing that had been terrorizing him for as long as he could remember? There was one way to find out, and it meant that he’d have to see this anti-social butterfly more than he’d like to. Actually, it could be interesting…
“You like to draw?” He asked with professionally feigned interest.
Her dark brown eyes darted to his shadowed face with furrowed brows. She hadn’t heard someone ask that question so stupidly in a long time-since eighth grade, to be exact-though this time she didn’t have any heavy text books or lunchboxes to hit him with. Ahh, memories.
“Yes, I do like to draw.” She answered flatly, “Though, I do it too much. I should be doing school work.”
The asshole-stranger nodded and added, “That’s pretty good stuff.” Compliments, whether the person means it or not, were nothing new to Ten. She had worked her ass off to get as ‘good’ as she is now, and she didn’t see herself stopping anytime soon. The girl really did love to draw, and it showed not only in her sketchbooks, but all over what should be notes for class.
The train picked up speed as it headed toward the last stop, which thankfully was relatively pleasant since the asshole looked too busy staring at her picture to say anything else.
“You think she’s hot, don’t you?” Ten asked offhandedly. The picture she was drawing was of a female figure, so it was inevitable to get such comments from guys.
This one, however, only shook his head and spat, “No, I think she’s fucking obnoxious looking.”
She laughed as the train came to a stop at the final station and recollected her things, ”That’s the point of her-to be obnoxious.”
The guy in black stared after her with a look of horror smeared onto his face, which had blanched considerably at her last remark. The anti-social butterfly had described to a T his leg-humping, gibberish-squealing, oddly-colored stalker in both words and pictures.
That was all he needed to confirm that the brat had to know what to do about IT.
~
Finally…After what seemed like HOURS of her life wasted away, Ten was settled in her sanctuary, her hermit hole, her den of clutter and woe-in other words, her bedroom.
She thought about doing homework for a split second, but then something else caught her attention and yanked her mind away from such ‘trivial’ things-something else being the internet. Such was a daily routine-go to school, chat, think about homework, rush to the train, and make a beeline to her room with an Arby’s bag in her hand and two tons of supplies and sadness strapped to her back.
Being the end of the week, she had all night to chat with her buddies on AIM, bug people for RP, and poke through a certain community for fandom ‘Lulz’ as she had been calling it.
“Oh, fandom…” She declared, “You never fail to amuse me.” Ten sniggered at the multiple cases of fail she’d read of, in which many also entailed an encounter or two with the dreaded beasts known as ‘Mary Sues’ The very same creatures that had inspired her to create a couple of joke characters.
Well, to be honest, one of them was merely an exaggeration of herself. She would admit that, but also she’d explain that being illiterate while well-spoken and a firm believer in logic would not count as Sue traits as, say, being an impossibly proportioned, odd-colored, gibberish-spewing sin against fandom that has an insatiable lust for a certain red-haired Nobody.
Speaking of which, that had got her thinking as she lie on her bed, waiting for a response from any of the myriad messenger windows, “That guy on the Metro was almost of an asshole as Axel.” Ten grit her teeth and punched her palm, “I’d like to kick him in the teeth if I ever meet him again.”
With a yawn, looked over at her laptop and noticed that it was almost 2:00 in the morning, and since she didn’t want to waste her day off tomorrow, she simply shut her computer, rolled over and went to sleep with one last thought in her head, “Heh…stupid fandom bitch”
She couldn’t say that she hated Axel. No, it was more like she was just sick of the crap he gets from the masses of female hormones that call themselves ‘fans’ They were what she hated-Axel just amused the hell out of her-Especially when she’d imagine how he’d deal with the flame-retardant hoard of fan-DUMB rolled into one. The same creature she made for the sake of poking fun at the Sues-The Fanblob, or Marixsuu as it was called as an ‘Organization!Sue’
~
As of now I have
hope_rising as a beta of sorts, but if anyone else is interested, do let me know. <3
Now, I am unsure as to how exactly it happened, but I have been persuaded into writing a fic.
Yes, a fic. A parody fic to be precise. I have the first few chapters outlined. Somewhere along the line, I have been further inspired from multiple chats with
hope_rising and
luna_hoshino , but mostly from all the lulz from our beloved community and of course, from the fic that enrages us so.
So the plot? Well, I've got something along the lines of a tale of two ocs: One a blatant stab at sues known as Marix (You might find a pic of her in one of my art dumps. -COUGH-) and the other my own variation of a self-insert, known as Entx.
The whole thing has started with the whole SI ploy, but rest assured, no magic PS2s are involved. The [oh-so-originally named] self-insert, Ten wakes up in the KH world after an incident with a familiar asshole she met on the train. Said insert freaks out, of course, before she's attacked and knocked out in a fight with Dusks. Insert'll wake up and be interrogated by "IT", someone [or thing] that has been causing nothing but brain hurt for them all with sparklypoo and mighty need to try and rape Axel everyone. They COULD handle the thing themselves, but one of them knows that Ten has some connection with the canon-raping beast that's been hounding him and thus, demands that she do something about it, namely--get rid of the damn thing.
I'm trying not to have the story revolve COMPLETELY around the two OCs, but I'm only confident about half of the Org's characterization at this point. Additionally, I'd like to poke fun at fan-DUMB as much as possible in the fic, but I'd like some input about how I should approach these gags.
And without further ado, the first chapter:
Knot Another KayAeych Krapfick - By Ten
Chapter I - Daily Life of a Kollege Schtoodent: BIZNESS GOING ON AS USUAL!
“It’s time to get up.”
Thus the day began. With the mound of striped blanket being tossed halfway across the bed came the rising of the sleep-deprived college student.
It was the asscrack of dawn and she only had one class today. That was enough to persuade her to jump out of bed. She cursed when she stubbed her foot on a wayward box on the way to the closet and decided that maybe she should turn on a light.
“Fucking room makes me sick…” She hissed as she leaned over to check for any bloody wounds-there were none, so she was all right, “Why am I such a fucking slob?” It was a rhetorical question, as she already knew that her room was a trash heap due to her being lazy. Luckily getting dressed never took long. T-shirt and jeans, that was it-that and a heavy coat which she’d stuff her phone and charged mp3 player in. Having her stuff readied from last night, she lifted her bag [which weighed “a few tons” according to her] and headed down for breakfast.
The ride to school was uneventful. The student decided to catch up on lost sleep with her favorite song-rather, piece of psychedelic techno music, on repeat.
Up in the eleventh floor hallway, she’d use the bathroom for brushing her teeth and experimenting with eye makeup she’d left sitting in a bag for a few years. She figured it’d help her somehow with character design.
Events that followed would consist of checking the time on her phone before the security guy came up to unlock the lounge door. Why her school insisted on locking the lounge was beyond her-actually, it was one of few things that managed to avoid being on her long list of pet peeves.
It was about 6:15 in the morning now, and one of her friends had come in to join her at the table near the door.
“Did you get the homework, Ten?” asked her friend, Ten looked up from the doodle she was inking and grinned stupidly, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
From this point both of them would spend the hour and a half they had hurriedly finishing their assignments for Ten’s least favorite class: College Geometry.
At 8:13 AM, Ten and her small class hoped that the instructor wouldn’t show up in two minutes so that they could simply pass an attendance sheet around and go home. These high hopes were resultantly crushed when their professor showed up a minute later. Ten grumbled and followed her friend into the art lab where they had class.
Geometry was one of two classes that Ten had the shortest attention span for. Fifteen minutes had not passed before she was doodling caricatures of her other teachers in her notebook.
The only time she looked up was when she noticed that her geometry professor was having problems spelling the word “parallelogram” on the white board. Face met palm and Ten tried her hardest to stifle laughter.
“That’s really sad…” She whispered to her friend
Her friend was still staring at the board and shrugged off the observation, “Sometimes I forget an l in that word.”
Ten snorted, “Oh, Amy…how special you are.” Amy smirked, “Yeah, I fail like that”
The rest of the class isn’t really worth mentioning, as Ten had barely understood a damn thing that was ‘taught’
The trek home would be uneventful, if it hadn’t been for a particular encounter on the metro…
She’d actually managed to have a seat on the train that was usually packed on Fridays, and she hoped to keep it that way. Normally, Ten would have to stand up until the train was almost to the end of the blue line in order to have a seat to herself, since she had a dislike of sitting next to someone she didn’t know. The good thing about her was, or as far as she could see, everyone else seemed to have the same opinion: Best to sit by yourself.
A soft sigh of relief escaped her chapped lips as she leaned back against the seat and stared out the window. Her mind was mostly full of things she would have to force herself to do later (like homework), things she would have to take care of much later in her life (like school loans…getting a job…fun shite like that) and things she wish she could do more of (which pretty much includes everything on the computer, plus playing video games and drawing “lulz” or amusing scenarios from things she’s seen on the internet). Her foot involuntarily tapped to the cheesy pop song she currently had on repeat as she struggled to keep herself from getting too anxious. Ten had broken her brain struggling through a MATH class and just wanted a peaceful ride home without any metro-centric delays.
She’d just found herself away from anxiety and was actually smiling a little until the train’s intercom clicked to life, followed by the driver’s announcement, “Unfortunately, due to mechanical problems, this train will be going out of service at Reagan National Airport.” Ten grimaced at the speaker on the ceiling, as if the message had been the biggest inconvenience ever to her.
Oh, this is just what I need, She thought, To sit at the fucking airport for who knows how long... “All passengers are to exit the train at this stop and wait for another bound for Franconia-Springfield.”
Ten curled her lip back in disgust and angrily shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a curse. She’d have to get new ones whenever she had the time.
It was a good thing she hadn’t decided to DRAW on the Metro, because that would have meant having to spend time putting shit away before having to get off at the designated stop. The disgruntled student was muttering obscenities incoherently as she got off the train and made a beeline for the nearest empty bench. Her eyes fell upon the black sign suspended on the ceiling and scoffed when she read: “Franconia 20 mins.”
Ten freed herself from the straps of her “two ton” backpack and quickly unzipped one of the three pockets. She then proceeded to yank out two sketchbooks and zip it up to prevent the later awkward feeling of finding out she’d forgotten to close it.
“Fucking metro…” She muttered as she opened one of the sketchbooks, one with the word ‘YAY!’ scribbled on the bottom in black pen on the bottom, “I want to go HOME, damn it.” Ten was obviously frustrated by the wait, but when once she started doing what she loved (not to mention what she went to art school for) her mood began to improve and soon she was sniggering at her ideas.
Her latest creation paid homage to all the horrible, horrible mutilations of one of her favorite games: Kingdom Hearts. The drawing had spawned from hours spent online reading “fan” fiction and rants about said fiction that did everything she loathed in the fandom. Yes, this is what she spent countless hours doing on her computer, aside from writing stuff with friends, or “roleplaying” as it’s commonly called. The thing she had drawn was personifying everything that would scare the game’s characters out of their wits, and anything that would rape and disfigure the game’s pre-established story before leaving it bleeding in an alleyway.
“Oh, Fandumb…” She mused, and shook her head, “How I love and loathe you so…”
She continued to snigger at her ‘stupidity’ until she was interrupted by a rather rude male voice, “Is that seat taken?”
Hoping that this would send the asshole away, Ten didn’t respond. She was wearing small earbuds, which remained hidden under a mess of auburn hair; however, her music wasn’t up that loud. That didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend not to hear him in an effort to keep her bag on the seat so she wouldn’t have to lift it off the ground. Laziness was always with this one.
Is she deaf or something? The man sighed harshly and looked around to see if there was anywhere else to sit. He’d come a long way and would rather not stand-hell, he shouldn’t have to, this place wouldn’t be around for long. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot as he eyed the girl drawing, obviously off in her own little world of deep concentration. He leaned over and waved a hand in front of her face, which allowed him to not only notice the reason for her lack of an answer, but also to get her attention. She didn’t look too happy to be interrupted, not that he cared.
“Would your bag be offended if I moved it?” He asked, not even making an attempt to sound nicer, “Because I’d like to sit down here.”
Ten immediately looked up at the guy and tried her hardest not to glare-not that it’d do any good, as the guy’s face was a little hard to see from the damn hood he was wearing. The Force (of her willpower) was strong with her for now, as she resisted the urge to snap at him and simply moved her bag with a muffled, “Sorry.”
The black-hooded guy chuckled, causing Ten to tense up as her sensitive “asshole-detecting” radar began to go berserk. She had a bad feeling about this guy, but out of the presence of manners, she did nothing but continue to work on her picture. Maybe he wouldn’t say anything else to her. After all, people who rode the metro never talked unless they knew each other.
Damn train had better get here… Ten thought. She didn’t want to sit near this guy, but she was already settled with her stuff, so she kept at her drawing until her hopes were answered by the sound of an oncoming train. The student looked up hopefully and much to her relief, it was a blue line train bound for Franconia-Springfield.
Ten quickly heaved her bag back onto her shoulders and got her stuff together. This entailed closing her sketchbook and shoving various drawing supplies into the pockets of her oversized cargo pants before scurrying into nearest car to reclaim a seat- hopefully one far away from the asshole who dared to interrupt her work.
Ugh, speak of the devil…He’d decided to follow her into the same car. Or, that’s what her paranoia about people seemed to tell her. Ten hoped he’d notice and take a hint when she not-so-discreetly cranked up the volume of her music before continuing to draw.
Well, someone was certainly feeling anti-social today. That didn’t stop him from plopping himself into the seat next to her-after he’d thoughtlessly moved her bag out of the seat. The girl leered, but it had no effect on a heartless asshole like himself.
“Couldn’t you have asked?” Growled Ten as she pulled out one of her headphones,
“Not if you’re just going to ignore me. It’s fine on the floor.” He nodded to the bag and slouched in his seat with one arm over the back, away from her.
Ten hissed through clenched teeth and angrily replaced the removed earbud. The train crept along towards the next stop, due to “track maintenance” AGAIN!?!? The delays that separated her from her desired destination combined with her unwanted ‘company’ made Ten want to scream at this point.
But she didn’t scream--she continued to draw.
Time always crept a little faster as it went by when she was drawing, even when interrupted by stupid questions or random strangers who would stare at her while she worked. Though, Ten didn’t really mind being watched as she drew, but she did mind said watcher being way too close for comfort.
He’d only caught a glimpse of the figure on the paper, but it was enough of an eyeful to send a nasty chill down his spine. How the hell did she know what IT looked like??? Had she seen the thing that had been terrorizing him for as long as he could remember? There was one way to find out, and it meant that he’d have to see this anti-social butterfly more than he’d like to. Actually, it could be interesting…
“You like to draw?” He asked with professionally feigned interest.
Her dark brown eyes darted to his shadowed face with furrowed brows. She hadn’t heard someone ask that question so stupidly in a long time-since eighth grade, to be exact-though this time she didn’t have any heavy text books or lunchboxes to hit him with. Ahh, memories.
“Yes, I do like to draw.” She answered flatly, “Though, I do it too much. I should be doing school work.”
The asshole-stranger nodded and added, “That’s pretty good stuff.” Compliments, whether the person means it or not, were nothing new to Ten. She had worked her ass off to get as ‘good’ as she is now, and she didn’t see herself stopping anytime soon. The girl really did love to draw, and it showed not only in her sketchbooks, but all over what should be notes for class.
The train picked up speed as it headed toward the last stop, which thankfully was relatively pleasant since the asshole looked too busy staring at her picture to say anything else.
“You think she’s hot, don’t you?” Ten asked offhandedly. The picture she was drawing was of a female figure, so it was inevitable to get such comments from guys.
This one, however, only shook his head and spat, “No, I think she’s fucking obnoxious looking.”
She laughed as the train came to a stop at the final station and recollected her things, ”That’s the point of her-to be obnoxious.”
The guy in black stared after her with a look of horror smeared onto his face, which had blanched considerably at her last remark. The anti-social butterfly had described to a T his leg-humping, gibberish-squealing, oddly-colored stalker in both words and pictures.
That was all he needed to confirm that the brat had to know what to do about IT.
~
Finally…After what seemed like HOURS of her life wasted away, Ten was settled in her sanctuary, her hermit hole, her den of clutter and woe-in other words, her bedroom.
She thought about doing homework for a split second, but then something else caught her attention and yanked her mind away from such ‘trivial’ things-something else being the internet. Such was a daily routine-go to school, chat, think about homework, rush to the train, and make a beeline to her room with an Arby’s bag in her hand and two tons of supplies and sadness strapped to her back.
Being the end of the week, she had all night to chat with her buddies on AIM, bug people for RP, and poke through a certain community for fandom ‘Lulz’ as she had been calling it.
“Oh, fandom…” She declared, “You never fail to amuse me.” Ten sniggered at the multiple cases of fail she’d read of, in which many also entailed an encounter or two with the dreaded beasts known as ‘Mary Sues’ The very same creatures that had inspired her to create a couple of joke characters.
Well, to be honest, one of them was merely an exaggeration of herself. She would admit that, but also she’d explain that being illiterate while well-spoken and a firm believer in logic would not count as Sue traits as, say, being an impossibly proportioned, odd-colored, gibberish-spewing sin against fandom that has an insatiable lust for a certain red-haired Nobody.
Speaking of which, that had got her thinking as she lie on her bed, waiting for a response from any of the myriad messenger windows, “That guy on the Metro was almost of an asshole as Axel.” Ten grit her teeth and punched her palm, “I’d like to kick him in the teeth if I ever meet him again.”
With a yawn, looked over at her laptop and noticed that it was almost 2:00 in the morning, and since she didn’t want to waste her day off tomorrow, she simply shut her computer, rolled over and went to sleep with one last thought in her head, “Heh…stupid fandom bitch”
She couldn’t say that she hated Axel. No, it was more like she was just sick of the crap he gets from the masses of female hormones that call themselves ‘fans’ They were what she hated-Axel just amused the hell out of her-Especially when she’d imagine how he’d deal with the flame-retardant hoard of fan-DUMB rolled into one. The same creature she made for the sake of poking fun at the Sues-The Fanblob, or Marixsuu as it was called as an ‘Organization!Sue’
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As of now I have
hope_rising as a beta of sorts, but if anyone else is interested, do let me know. <3