~Meredith Hillard~

“I don’t suppose you know who just tripped me do you?“

Kek. Tripping success! Kind of. She forgot to recall the tendril. Which means he probably knew where her hiding spot was. Well, she'd just have to find a new hiding spot! Easily done! Distraction time! Distraction...distraction what would be a good distraction? Something towards the front of the room...she'd have to be fast or she'd be seen, too...the cabinets would be a good hiding spot. She'd just get rid of most of her bones...easily done. She'd just need to get to them without being seen...

Hrm...what would be a good distraction that would cause a lot of noise? Playing something on her computer might work well...heh, idea! A small tendril worked its way quickly across the ground to her desk, a set of fingers and a single eye formed, working quickly as it opened the media player. ooh! Even more brilliant idea! Change the pigmentation of the color of the tendril to match that of the floor! Hah, why didn't she think of that earlier? Thank you for the idea, chameleon brethren! Now...Lets see...sound files...where was that compilation of animal mating calls? Somewhere...ah! Here they are! Kekekeke...

rubbing two hands together in a sinister fashion, she turned up the volume as loud as it would go, and hit the play button.

Soon, a loud mating call of a giraffe blasted out of the computer, followed next by a hippo, several birds, and a variety of other animals. She only had a few seconds, so she immediately recalled the tendril to herself, making a quick exit from her hiding spot while everyone was distracted and inevitably focused on the computer and its sudden turn on.

She leaped over the clutter in the back of her room, landing right next to the cabinets. Swiftly, she opened one of the doors, and forced herself inside, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind her. It was a bit...cramped, but hey, bones are for losers! So glad she cleared out this cabinet earlier...

Yes, this plan was perfect. Perfect hiding spot. All she had to do was wait!~



Ziska was completely dumbfounded. There were very few times when her brain refused to process something, and it seemed this was one of those rare moments. For a moment, she had wondered if she was dreaming, maybe had actually fallen asleep sometime. She quickly ruled the idea out...if this was one of her dreams this would have already taken quite a dark turn. Still, the absurdity of this scene to her was quite difficult to process. Almost reminded her of her first day here in Miss Hillards class.

It was already absurd enough - the girl had walked into their room without even so much as a piece of clothing. Only a wet book to cover herself with. She said something about a hair dryer - was it that she was looking for one? Did she not have one in her room? But why in the name of all that was holy would she even consider walking down the hall without clothing on?

To top it off, she approached Anastasia, and promptly sat on her lap. Something was going on, but she couldn't tell what. There was silence for a few moments as the girl just sat there. Ziska was still unable to bring her mind to be able to do anything other than just grind its gears and try to get moving again. However, when the girl started crying, sobbing right into Anastasia's shoulder. Ziska, was again, at a loss for words.

However, she finally got herself into proper gear soon enough. First, she needed something the girl could wear. Probably nothing of hers considering...uhm...well, military uniforms was all her wardrobe consisted of. So, she headed into the dorm's restroom and picked up a towel for the girl. Quickly, she walked back over to Anastasia and Emily, and threw the towel over the girls shoulders.

"I have no idea what just happened here," She started, her voice still as serious as it always was despite her current confusion, and situation they were in. "But crying won't solve anything." She said giving Emily a soft pull on Emily, urging her to stand up. "Now now, enough crying. Get up and cover yourself before someone walks in here and gets a terribly wrong idea."



"Alexis, you might not be that big in size, but you obviously make that up with your guts!"

Alexis blinked, somewhat confused. Was mishka complimenting her? Well...that was actually a first. Not the complimenting thing. The antagonizing and then complimenting thing. Just what? Said confusing was short lived though, her aggressive glare returning within moments.

"I know it might not mean much to you, but I would like to offer my appologies for my insult earlier, aswel as for those alarm clocks. It was uncalled for."

Apologizin' ain't gonna work, dumbass. She was still pissed.

"Ooh but before you decide to punch me in the face, do remind yourself that in our ensueing brawl there might be some...Collateral damage."

This.

Bitch.

She just didn't know when to quit.

"You touch my laptop, I blast yours into dust." She growled. She would like to really, really, really, really, beat this chicks face in so hard, but she had a point. She didn't want to damage her laptop. That was practically her whole life right there. Well, from the time she got out of...that place to now. "But fine, I'll drop this for now, But next time," She hissed. "I'll blast you through that wall if you so much as look at me funny. Got that?"

With that, she was done. She wanted to get out of here, and getting out of here she would. She wondered if Graham was up too...Without another word to Mishka, she left the dorm, slamming the door rather loudly behind her. She needed to let off some steam. She wondered if there was some sort of fighting class or something she could take? Really, as long as she could punch something she'd feel much better. This was a superhero school, so there should be.

speaking of super heroes...the hell was she even doing here? She didn't even want to be one of those stuck-up supers who went around just doing things because it made them popular. Not like they ever actually helped anyone.

...she needed to punch something. Really badly. Maybe Grahams face would do.

No.

Body please.

Gravity, mercy.

Graham found himself sprawled out on the ground for the umpteenth time in less than twenty-four hours. Honestly, by now, the boy was starting to just embrace his destiny of being a floor mat. Why not? Life was simpler when all you had to worry about was whether or not you were inviting enough. He could do that. Hell, he would welcome the fuck out these fools.

Wait…

No…

It is not yet your time, young Turner. One day ye may join the sacred ranks of floor mattery, but for now, you still have work to do.

Graham gazed upon the giant who had decided that the floor could use a little bit of ginger. Rage spilled forth from the miniature man. Vision gave way to a floor of red and…

A hulking colossus gazes over a barren, burning landscape, taking a whiff of the death in the air. It laughs, pleased by the aroma of ash and brimstone. It turns and takes it seat upon its throne of skulls, built with the remains of his many foe. Foolish be ye who DARE challenge the dark overlord. His rule is absolute. His rage is eternal. His will be done. Below the colossus, prostrating before the one true God of the lands, was the very giant that had just assaulted Graham. The colossus howls a mighty laugh. How quickly the tables turn. The Overlord spits upon the offender, and watches as the slime engulfs the offender in flames, burning the filth with the righteous fiery hell of justice. Yet another skull for the skull throne. Glory unto he, Graham, the Dark Overlord who shall mount the world.

“Hey, you ok?”

Graham blinked. He was no longer a giant in a barren wasteland, he was just a tiny man chilling out on a cafeteria floor. That was an odd one.

“Sorry about that,”

I WILL END YOU, TALL PERSON. BOW BEFORE YOUR GOD, FOR HE IS I!

BOW DAMN YOU!

"I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s all good, man. Every time I’m knocked to the ground, an angel gets her wings. Or some other bullshit. Mind lending a hand?”

Alright, so he chose a less hostile route. Big whoop. It was Day One and this man dwarfed him. The Talls were a stupid, violent breed. Rather than picking a battle of brawn, which he would undoubtedly lose, he would take an easy victory in a battle of wits. Lull the giant into a false sense of security, gain it’s trust, then before it even realizes what’s going on, BOOM! You’ve got yourself a pocket bodyguard. Smooth thinkin’, Graham ol’ boy.

Graham reached up with a single hand. This was it, the ultimate judge of the Tall’s character. Be he prick or prince? Only time would tell…

Leaving the dorm didn't help her mood much. Ugh, that Mishka chick was really asking for it. If she hadn't have been in such a bad position, she'd have taught her not to mess with her. She grounded her teeth together, flipping on her Ipod and covering her headphones over her head. She needed to calm down. Maybe actually find Graham and talk to him. He was tolerable at least, unlike most of these other guys...nah. Being alone was better. She could calm down and think...possibly catch a nap somewhere. Lose herself in the music, as it were.

After a few minutes of just picking a random direction and walking, she finally began to calm down a bit. Observing the other students and just listenin' to her music was oddly relaxing. Well...good enough then. Though, soon, she came to a relatively empty part of the hall. Most of the other students had probably already stared heading to class. She didn't notice though. Really, she was just walking pretty much on autopilot now.

Which, is why she almost nearly bumped into Zac.

"Where the hell am I?"

Was about the only warning she had that someone was in front of her. Like, really, close in front of her. She managed to juuuust stop herself from completely running over the guy. The hell was this guy just standing in the middle of the hall for? Couldn't he see she was walkin' here? Jackass had to go ruin her mood.

She pulled her headphones down, resting them on her shoulders as she gave the kid a good glare as she walked up behind him.

"Ya know, standin' in the middle of a hall is rude jackass." She growled. "And I ain't in a particularly good mood." She stuffed her hands in her pockets, in her usual manner when she got agitated. "So why don't you just get out of my way here and I won't send you flying into that wall." Yeah, she could have probably been a lot friendlier...not to mention the glare she was giving the guy...was probably not a good way to introduce herself.



Ooh...something was happening! The student...he...he had just tried to kill her computer! B-but what'd the computer ever do to you, meanie butt-face! She had half a mind to throw him out of the window! Thankfully, Geoffry stepped in, before her computer was trashed though. She would thank him later. In the form of food. Because food was the ultimate sign of affection, obviously. However, it seemed things still didn't go quite as she had planned...

the new student seemed more aggravated than ever. In fact, he seemed...odd. Geoffry was trying to subdue him for whatever reason. That wasn't very nice...sure he had tried to demolish her computer, but that wasn't like he was going to be put into detention or something for that? Really, if anyone should subdue him, it should be her. After all, this was her classroom, and he was her student at the moment...

...maybe she should just stay put. This spot was rather comfortable...she could just take a little nap here and let the guys handle themselves....

Naaaah, where was the fun in that! Time for her spectacular entrance!

She burst from the cabinet, practically leaping out from it - even doing a little flip as she landed on top of a desk in perfect form. Easily enough done - just modify her leg muscles for jumping and agility for the moment.

"Whahaahahaah!" She loudly laughed. "And I stick the landing! Take that gymnastics club!" She victoriously grinned, before turning her attention to Geoffry and the student. "Geoooofffry hands off my student! I was having so much fun playing with him!" She said to Geoffry, from her position on top of a desk. Boy, this thing was hard to balance on a bit....


"Go on, shoo, I can handle things from here! Classes are about to begin anyways!~"

-Lukas Kunze-

"I'm not exactly sure that's how the saying goes, heh... but who really gives two craps? Here, let me lend you a hand."

The boy chuckled to himself, smiling at the boy as he extended his hand to the boys, and followed up by firmly gripping his hand. He hoped to not squeeze too tightly as he didn't want to warrant the boy with a sore hand. As soon as he was adjusted, he promptly pulled the boy up to about his... level. Wow, he really was as short as he thought he was. Kind of reminded him of Ziska, even though he was positive that this kid didn't wear proactive clothing that is tighter than Samus' usual attire that isn't her power armor... plus he probably isn't into BDSM...

Wait, maybe this kid was possibly his roommate? No, he has way too many items that wern't in his room from what Lukas keenly observed about him. The quest for locating his roommates would come later after classes!... and probably after a rigorously questionable workout also... and study session... and... yeah, he needs to allocate his time for seeking them out better.

Anyways, introduction time.

"Anyways, the name is Lukas, I'm a second-year here at the Herculean Academy!I'm Absol-utley sure you'll harbor good fortunes!"

Well, he nailed the cliche sort of introduction, with a stealth pun only a few people would truly come to appreciate. Now that he thought about it... wait, this was the perfect plan he had conjured up in his head! Not Meredith chaotic at most, but it would certainly cause him to be temporarily thrown off his game be for being uplifted again. Yes, yes, nothing about this plan could possibly end up in a horrific scene...

Just like yesterday!

"Oh, I have got the perfect joke to pull on him. I've got a few minutes to spare so I should be fine in comparison. Alright, let's put on an act of a self-centered, egotistical ass who is short-sighted and ignorant."

With operation... uhm... anyways, with that going on, Lukas made sure to have all the flags of being a supposedly modest, deluded, prideful snob. His welcoming smile began to translate into a sneer as he put both of his hand at his sides, beginning the descent into obnoxious shallowness. He puffed his chest out to further essentials this whole act, jutting his chin out ever so slightly to make him look like the perfect, oblivious oaf. Now he had the look down, now had to start making himself to be incapable of being anything but a narcissistic, immoddest man.

"So I assume you are a first year since I have never seen you around here before. I guess this means I am your social superior, the far more exceeded and better student! That means you have to obey my every beck and call at each whim since I obviously know more than you, you... dumb person! So, it's best you get used to me knockin' at your dorm to do a few errands for me, lest there be severe consequences, got it?"

... Ok, maybe he went a little bit overboard as that whole speech became so overbearing to him and made it look like a stereotypical jock and nerd scene. Even though he was kidding, he felt the need to tone down on a few of his exaggerated points in time. Lukas stared at the boy, waiting for him to respond to his rude oncoming of this whole hierarchical spectacle. However, if he was right about this not being a first year... yeah, he already started to feel bad for what he would eventually come to put up with in the alien tricksters class.

"Ugh, Meredith... she would probably set off an assortment of events to make them graciously appear as if she is not the perpatrator of such whimsical offenses. I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to randomly set off giraffe mating noises for the sole purpose of getting someone with a giraffe fetish off... Ok, that might be stretching it, but hell, I really can't be surprised at the amount of incoherent and absolutely ridiculous events she sets off."

Breaking from that line of thought, he slowly brought his full attention back to the teen in front of him. Lukas' incompetence began to shine as he looked now as if he was holding in some laughter that he wanted to tlet go. His poker face now was bad, but he could only wish for it not to degrade to the point of Graham being unable to distinguish if he is being serious.

All Lukas needed to do was hold it in for a few more minutes...

...

...

...

Yeah, this was going to be difficult.

Graham, assisted by the filthy Tall, got back to his feet. He quickly brushed himself off and adjusted his backpack. Gotta make sure everything was in order, yeah? He noticed that the Tall was like, looking at him. Without talking. Ooookaaaaay then.

Maybe the guy realized how awkward a situation he had just made, because Lukas finally decided to introduce himself and- wait, did he just make a Pokepun? He just made a Pokepun. Fuck. This guy was every bit as much of a loser as he was, wasn’t he? And he was a second year?

…

Was this Lukas dude really just him from the future. Was this FutureGraham coming back to deliver the can of whoopass to PastGraham? Because, dammit, he didn’t go back far enough. The asshat that forgot to pay attention was still a few hours back. Unless...shit, was he going to do something stupid soon?

Graham mentally slapped himself. He was being stupid again. And now he was the one just watching without speaking. Double fuck. Lukas started sneering and, well, Graham couldn’t blame him. Then he put both his hands at his sides. Graham could blame him for that. I mean, he looked fucking ridiculous at this point. Chest out, chin out, looking down- seriously, future Talls, don’t look down at people. You look down, you’re going to get punched in the manhood. Or womanhood. Whatever. Graham doesn’t discriminate. #Equality

"So I assume you are a first year…”

That a fuckin’ short joke, bub?

“...since I have never seen you around here before.”

...still sounds like a short joke.

“I guess this means I am your social superior, the far more exceeded and better student!”

You seem like a social dumpster. Douche.

“That means you have to obey my every beck and call at each whim”

Not happening.

“...since I obviously know more than you, you... dumb person!”

Dumb person? Is that...is that even an insult anymore? ...was a five-year-old getting all condescending on his ass?

“So, it's best you get used to me knockin' at your dorm to do a few errands for me, lest there be severe consequences, got it?”

Did...did I just get propositioned for sexual favors? Oh God no. Stranger danger, man. Prison rules do not apply to high school. Usually. Note to self: build a shiv. Secondary note to self: learn HOW to build a shiv.

Graham was rather at a loss for words. There was so much wrong here that he didn’t even know where to begin. He managed to catch a glimpse of a clock over the Tall’s shoulder and saw some students heading out of the cafeteria in a bit of a hurry. Hurry…

OH FUCK, CLASS!

Graham didn’t say a word. He didn’t notice Lukas’ breaking composure. And she sure as hell didn’t notice the generic asswipe that he pushed aside as he broke off his conversation and ran off towards the exit. He had to get to class. Where was class? Fuck if he knew. It had to be somewhere. His last hope was to follow the flow of people and hopefully catch sight of one of his friends. Maybe they were sharing a class. Worst case scenario, he walks into a class and just asks.

Yeah, that’d be good.

He dodged an older looking gentlemen...-

That would work out splendidly.

-...darted under a couple of students hold hands...-

Actually, fuck he could probably do that now.

-...weaved past a fat dude...-

Really, he could just stop running, right here, right now. It’d probably be smarter, really.

-and slammed face first into a solid brick wall. Of muscles.

Graham slammed back onto the ground. He was getting fuckin’ tired of that. Hell, he might have even mentioned it aloud, but the breath was knocked out of him. Not by hitting the wall or the ground, but by what he had seen.

Before him stood quite possibly the single largest human being he had ever seen. Graham’s mouth opened and he sat staring slackjawed. He was afraid. He was actually feeling true fear just at the sight of it. It scraped the heavens, a tower of muscles hellbent on piercing through the gods above. It was the stuff of nightmares…

And it was a woman. Probably. It had giant breasts...or were those pecs? He really didn’t know. He was going with the former due to the tower’s red mop and somewhat feminine facial features but…

Oh god. Graham’s heart was slamming against his ribs. RUN, it demanded. FLEE FROM THE TOWERING DOOM.

He couldn’t. The body had completely shut down due to fear. This was it. It wouldn’t be the eldritch horror that devoured him...no, his would be a different death.

This giant amazonian…

Graham gazed upon the face his death, seeing the malice in her light-blue eyes.

There could be only one logical way for her to end him.

Death by snu-snu.

Bright lights.
Large crowd.
Big cheers.

Terrible Tabby Turner did a little shuffle and the crowd ate it up. She looked around. An ocean of people all there to see her succeed. It seemed to stretch on forever. Amiss the human sea, a lone squared ring floated, a vessel crewed by two. She shifted her eyes back to her shippmate. Lucia Rijker in her prime. Tabitha just smiled.

She tapped her forehead with her gloves. Just keep ‘em up.

The bell rang out.

Lucia stepped toward her.

Tabby mirrored.

They were in range of each other when Lucia threw the first punch.

Big mistake.

Tabby rushed in, ducking under the left. A quick left jab to the gut was her answer. Lucia was caught slightly off guard. That’s all it took. Tabby threw a right hook which landed promptly on Rijker’s chin rolling the woman’s head to the left. A left uppercut came next. It caught the Dutch woman’s chin and snapped her head back. She hit the mat amid a crescendo of cheers. Tabby did her little shuffle again and…

Something caught her unawares. A hard hook to the cheek. The momentum followed through, corkscrewing the poor ginger. Spinning rapidly, Tabitha found herself falling into the crowd…

She hit them with a splash and sunk. She fell deeper into the sea, light fading and oxygen growing oh so scarce. She was falling.

And falling…

And falling…

And…

Tabitha awoke with a start, her limbs flailing out. She was gasping for air and searching for solid land. It took a few moments, but she realized she was in a bed and calmed herself. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and groaned. Disappoint swarmed her. She was just about to win, too. Lucia Rijker ain't got nothin' on Tabby Turner. Stupid dreams, always having to end and all.

Wait…Tabby’s eyes flashed open and to her side. A little brunette with a rockin’ fro. Alright. That’s cool. What the fuck was she doing in he-

Oh.

OH!

Tabby rocked back and kicked out of bed. The redhead had her own case of the bedhead. She stretched back, throwing her hands behind her head and trying to pop her back.

“Sorry sorry sorry! My bad, dude! Didn’t mean to wake ya up or nothin’. I had a dre-”

As she was trying to explain her minifreakout to who she could only assume was her roomie, Tabby noticed the time.

Freakout part two was a go.

“AHH! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, I overslept!”

Not waiting for a response, darted over to her bags, pulling out whatever clothes she could find. Or at least one of her did. Another copy of her stood at the bed and was quickly trying to pull the covers and pillows back into place. The last one dashed from the room, holding a towel, a toothbrush, and other toiletries shouting as she scrambled away, blue plaid pajama bottoms and oversized black Alice in Chains shirt fluttering behind her.. “Fuuuck meee with a foork! DAMN DAMN DAMN!”

The ClothingTabby assembled the outfit she had picked out and rushed out of the room to go join with ShowerTabby. That left MaidTabitha, who quickly, and rather sloppily, finished making the bed and rushed to pack the backpack with school supplies. She did shoot a look over toward her roommate in the process of this.

“Duuude, I’m sooo sorry. Totally not this uh…scattered usually.”

She lied.

“I’m Tabitha. You can call me that, or Tabby, Tabs, or really anything. GAAAH, I seriously cannot be late to that first class. I got Biology with this chica that’s supposed to be like, super scary. Like, eatin’ students scary That’s what people were sayin’ at least. Ugggggggh…I’m dead. Just dead. Kill me now. Please?”

She finished packing the backpack and sighed. Alright, so just about everything was done now. She would be fine. She had this. She could kick Father Time’s ass. She SO had this.

Wait…

“FUCK! You’re gonna be late too, dude! Shiiit! We’re both screwed! Ahahaha!”

Well, whatever. Look on the bright side, at least she wouldn’t die alone.

Unlike her slacker siblings, Gracie never found herself in a rush. At the moment, she was casually strolling to the biology classroom with plenty of time to spare. She was fully prepared. Well...perhaps not prepared to meet the monster that she had heard teaches the class, but should that be her only obstacle, she’d be fine.

She had awoken much earlier that morning. Gracie had always been a bit of a morning person, and it was her morning routine to wake up early in order to get in a light workout followed by a nice run. Nothing too ambitious. She wasn’t an athlete or anything, this was just purely for her health.

She hadn’t had a chance to meet her roommate, sadly. The previous night, Gracie quickly unpacked everything, picked out her outfit for the next day, prepared her bag with the supplies she’d need for class, and went off to bed. In the morning, she left before the other girl woke up. She was decent at that. Always a bit of a light sleeper, Gracie’s alarm on her phone was rather quiet.

After her run, Gracie took a shower. She got cleaned up, did her hair and makeup, and went off to grab a quick balanced breakfast. Gracie hadn’t encountered any sort of trouble or really anything of note during all of this, which was fine for her. She preferred things to be a bit quieter. Not that she had anything against people or anything. She just liked her Gracie-time.

Once her meal was done, she headed off to class. She ended up there rather early though, so she decided to take a quick tour to get a feel of the layout while she could.

With the time for class growing nearer, Gracie returned to the Biology room. She wasn’t the first this time. She noticed a dark haired guy in a bright shirt, a slightly tall ponytailed blonde in green, a sharply dressed blonde guy drawing in a notebook, a few more students and…

There was a tall, brown-eyed blonde present. While still looking youthful, she appeared to be eldest in the room. And she was standing atop a desk.

This was the monster?

She couldn’t help but be a touch disappointed. Perhaps it was her own fault for getting too caught up in her imagination, but she was hoping for something a bit more...exciting. When people said monster, she was expecting a scaly beast full of teeth, drool, and hate. Or perhaps a dragon. Or even an eldritch beast from the depths of space. But a beautiful blond? Not exactly what she would call a monster.

Gracie softly sighed and moved into the classroom, spotting an open desk in the front and claiming it as her own with her books. She sat down and pulled out a notebook, a pen, and a paperback copy of “A Clash of Kings” from her backpack. She then moved the backpack to rest in the floor to the right of her desk, leaning against the metal legs. Raising the novel, Gracie turned to the page marked by her bookmark, removed the tag, and began reading to pass the time until class started.

It was odd, she noted. Despite being a school for those gifted with extraordinary abilities, so far everything seemed so very mundane. So very...normal.

Hopefully that would change.

“Well well, what do we have here?”

Nothing. Nothing at all. Just us ants, going about our antlike ways. Please, by all means, continue on your way, gentle giant.

“Don’t you know that it's rude to suddenly bump into people?”

Don’t you know that it’s rude to make a man soil himself? And -

The giant bent down and grabbed Graham by the back of the neck. And the next thing Graham knew, he was soaring through the air. Onwards and upwards. Perhaps he would continue raising all the way up into the sky? To space? He’d be happy to live amongst the stars. Why not?

…

Nope.

He stopped before her face. That grin chilled him to the bone. His body was urging for a response. To stay would be death. To leave would be death. Please… His legs were ready to pump, lungs ready to scream, bladder ready to spray liquid fear into the giant’s eyes.

“I think you owe me an apology, don’t you think?”

Graham might have been willing to give the woman her apology, but the chuckle...oh God the chuckle…

“SWEET MERCIFUL THOR! Don’t hit me, I’m little! I’m allergic to violence and pain and ouch.”

Graham closed his eyes and scrunched his face up, making deals with any otherworldly being that happened to be listening at the time.

It seemed like something was.

“Mishka, I presume. Why don’t you set Mr. Turner down?”

“Yes! Yes! Listen to the manly voice of wise wisdom and kindness! Mr. Turner would like to go down now, please? Miiisssshhhkkkaaa, pwetty pwease? With borscht on top?”

…

Wait…did he just...did he just poke the bear?

…

“OH GOD NO! NO NO NO! I DIDN’T MEAN THAT! PLEASE!”

Graham pleaded once more with the outside forces, begging for the manly voice to gain physical form and rescue him. He wasn’t holding his breath though.

At least he would die with dignity and honor.

Or no, the opposite of that.

Uhh…

Tabitha blinked a couple times. Her roommate was gone. Holy fuck she spoke quickly. And moved...quickly. Welp. Ok then. Back to business. She quickly finished up when the original Tabitha strolled back into the room. MaidTabby strolled over to her, nodded approvingly, then broke out a brush and painted on a small blue star on her face.

Perfect.

Tabitha’s copy walked towards her, joining back up into one. There. Right as rain, fully whole. She felt nice. She was wearing a generic black rock ‘n’ roll shirt, some grey jeans with some holes cut by her knees, and finished up with a red jacket wrapped around her waist. Weather, man...at least back home, it was wild. Mother Nature couldn’t make up her stupid mind. Oh hey, have some rain. And some sunshine. And snow. AND BALLS OF FUCKING FIRE, DIE HEATHENS, DIE DIE DIE.

…

Tabby really hated the outdoors at times.

Her roomie popped back in and was practically bouncing off the walls. And she was wearing a kickass shirt which singlehandedly guaranteed their friendship. AC/DC, man… Add in the fact that there was the unmistakeable shape of guitar on the other side of the room and boom! Instant friendship through the power of music. Yep, friends. Whether she liked it or not.

“Pleased-to-meet-you-Tabitha!-My-name’s-Anouk.”

Anouk?

…

The hell kind of name is that?

“Sorrry… I tend to talk abit fast when I’m excited!”

Excited? Might be a bit of an understatement. But…

“Let’s be friends, k?”

Tabitha beamed a smile-and-a-half at the rockable brunette.

“Duuude...don’t worry ‘bout it. You do you, man, and we’ll be righteous. And if you can like, actually play THAT…”

Tabby nodded over to the beauty by the Dutch girl’s bed.

“...then you’re going to have a new best friend.”

She wrapped up her little spiel by shifting her weight to one foot and folding her hands behind her head, bearing the mischievous little grin which the other Turner children would associate with trouble of some sort.