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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:43 pm
Marceline slipped out of Home Ick as the bell rang, side-by-side with Dashner. In her bony hands was a single boogniet, the last one left from her presentation, wrapped in a napkin.
"So, uh," Dashner eyed the dough ball. "You think we can split that one? I'm starved!"
"How can y'still be hungry, Dash?" Marceline clutched her stomach with a free hand. "After samplin' everyone's cookin' I'm more stuffed than a voodoo doll!"
"I resent that!!" Hoodude VooDoo snapped from his locker as they passed him.
"Aw, y'know what I mean..." Marceline murmured, opening her bag and placing the boogniet inside. "Anyway, this one's for Rory; I told him I'd try an' save him one! Then again, I could totally just make him a whole batch if he really wanted, but he's goin' off on that bro-ad trip with Glen and the boos an'..."
Marceline paused, noting the sour expression that crept over Dashner's face.
"Jeepers, I'm sorry I brought it up. I know you're a bit dour 'bout not bein' invited, an' all..."
"It's not a big deal, really." Dashner laughed. "Besides, I've got Fangsgiving plans, anyway!"
"Oh really! What've you got pla--" Marceline was cut off abruptly by a flyer to the face.
"Marceline! Just the ghoul I hoped to run into today!" Jewels Underne pushed her glasses up her pointed nose. "You see, I'm putting together a totally seismic contest to help improve the Creepateria food at Monster High! I know you're alright in the kitchen--"
" 'Alright'!?! Now wait just one minute--"
"My point is, you should enter. We need more entries to pad out the selection! I know I can count on you, Marceline!"
Marceline peeled the flyer from her face, now imprinted with her purple lipgloss. She looked it over and sighed.
"I'll see what I can stir up, Jewels, but--"
"That's the spirit!" Jewels squeaked before running off, distributing more flyers to unwary monsters in her wake.
"Is it just me, or has she been more wired than Glen on a Red Ghoul binge since Tombcoming? I dunno what she's got goin' on in that head, but... oh! There's Rory now! 'scuse me, Dash, I'll see you later!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 2:00 pm
The bell was a welcome relief. It meant a gruelling day of tests was over. For a moment Ronan even forgot his parents were flying in that night. The realisation caused the knot in his gut to tighten all over again. Sure he was eager to see them, but at the same time, what were they going to make of his new friends? Would they approve of this place? Would they be happy once they spoke to the teachers about him?
As he collected his things to leave, a large hand clamped on his shoulder.
"Not so fast' there boy."
Ronan gulped and turned to face a grinning Mr Hack.
"W... what is it sir?" He'd hoped Mr Hack had forgotten all about his earlier outburst, clearly he was wrong.
The teacher fixed the Selkie boo with a steely glare. "Now i'm a fan a chaos as much as any other monster... but another outburst like that one earlier, an' you're lookin at a month a detentions. Understand?"
Ronan nodded stiffly. "Y.. yes sir, of course sir. I'm so sorry, i don't know what came over me."
Mr Hack treated him to a broad, yellowing smile and Ronan recoiled a little.
The teacher let out a loud wheezing laugh and ushered the Selkie out the door.
"Go on, be off with ya! I got all this mess ta clean up." He moved away muttering something about the fabric of space time.
Ronan didn't hang around, hurrying out of the science lab as fast as he could,and smack bang into the tombcoming queen. Fliers flew in every direction and the small ghoul squeaked in surprise and indignation.
"Watchwhereyou're going you... you..." She glared up at Ronan and straightened her glasses.
Ronan raised both hands and looked appologetic. "Uh... sorry, here, let me help"
He started to collect up fliers while Jewels simply watched him with folded arms.
"Um.. here." He handed a pile of slightly crumpled papers back to the ghoul who continued to look unimpressed.
Ronan frowned, looked around and noticed one final flier which he added to the pile.
Suddenly the mole ghoul's attitude changed and she launched into her spiel once more.
"Are you sick of the same old food in the creepateria? As tombcoming queen... "
Ronan just stared at the ghoul, she was talking too fast for him to actually comprehend anything she said. Eventually she thrust a flier into his hands and hurried away.
"Well that was strange... He joined Dashner as Marceline rushed off.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 2:06 pm
"Bye?" Dashner was soon left in the dust of Marceline. He sighed to himself, turning back to the locker to get his things. A part of him looked forward to Fangsgiving, even though he really had nothing to really do except eat with his twin sister. He finished getting his things and shivered.
It started getting cold around him. He looked around. It felt like Merabell... Oh how he wished they were together again, in the same place and happy. But he turned around to see a... blue thing staring at him. He could tell by appearence that it was a boo, but he had never seen this boo before. He stared at him for a minute, and neither said nothing. "'Ello... Um... Bro?"
"Hey there... Sorry to come up on you like that, but I was wondering if you knew anything about a cookoff? Some mole ghoul pushed a flyer into my hands..." he handed the flyer to Dashner who examined it. He shook his head.
"No idea bro... but it looks kinda fun. Do you know how to cook?"
"Nooot really. I mean, unless you want an Icie, I really can't prepare hot food."
Dashner turned around and placed the paper in his locker. "Well thanks for telling me bro, I-" He turned around to see that the monster was gone. Wow. In his place stood his roommate Ronan. He looked at him and nodded.
"Yeah bro... Very."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 2:12 pm
"I feel it only fair to pre warn you. My parents are flying in tonight. They arrive at seven and my mother has already informed me they expect to meet my friends." He shuffled anxiously. "I don't suppose you've seen Meme around?" He hadn't managed to catch sight of her or her blobby companion all day, though given how distracted by midterms he'd been, that was hardly surprising.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 2:15 pm
"Really? I'll be happy to meet them bro," he grinned cheekily. "Nope, haven't seen Meme at all in the past few weeks. Where could she be?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 2:20 pm
"She'll show up, she usually does." He looked a little confused at Dashner. "You already met my parents Dashner... they liked you, despite only speaking to you for five minutes. I believe my mother has a gift for you.It is probably a sweater, or a hat. I just hope she hasn't let her sense of humour get the better of her. She sent me an orca hat last month. An orca! I fear the solitude of Alaska is getting to her." He shook his head.
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