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"Who would EAT chrome polish? Guh-ross! Defrag me with a spoon!" Atomica made a face. "I like muffins just fine. Anything I consume gets obliterated by my atomic battery, anyways."

Atomica was severely not following this muffin-conversation. She was more than happy when Perry asked her about the 'reject crew.' Her, Gryff and Lin were used to other, jealous monsters calling them various names. They WISHED they were as close of friends with the brilliant, hip trendsetting Gryff as Lin and Atomica were.

Or...as Atomica used to be.

"I didn't get sick of anything!" Atomica cajoled, desperately glancing over at Lin and Gryff to try to see if they'd overheard that. "They're just...probably beta-testing that new kid. To see if he's cool enough to survive Monster High."

Yeah, maybe that was it!

Ronan stared at Harry, suddenly hyper aware of how many eyes were now on them both.
He couldn't quite figure out why, except of course Harry's loud yelling about the MONSTER, whoever that was.

"Who's the monster?" He asked Harry quietly, hoping for some clarification about what he had to do with Atomica.

But before he could get an answer Lin had started shouting.

Ronan frowned.

"Trouble? I... " no, he was completely lost. "I have had no troublesome interaction with Atomica since last night." He tried to explain. "She just asked... "

"Shhh" Harry hissed.

Ronan looked more bewildered than ever.

Gryff was watching Bobby walking around the creepeteria jerkily, hexamining the other students. His thoughts drifted to his and Lin's discovery of Atomica, who had also wandered away suddenly. Perhaps some sort of computer virus was going around? That would explain her sudden desire to hang around with Ronan. Normally she couldn't get away from him and his fedora-like obsession with her fast enough, except now he was here and talking about...

Gryff frowned. He leaned forward over the table and let go of Lin. The gremlin, still straining, rocketed forward and fell into the next table onto someone's chips.

"HEY! You've crushed them ALL!" someone complained.

"What exactly did you do to Atomica last night? She's been acting strange, now I'm hearing talk about The Monster. What insensitive thing did your goreganically-privileged dudebro self say to her?" Gryff asked, eyes narrowed at Ronan.

"What? I..."

"YEAH!" a voice piped from behind them, crunching loudly as Lin struggled to stand, "What did *crunch* you do?!"

"YOU!" Gryff commanded, looking at Harry, "What happened? Who's been spouting off fleshist propaganda?"

"YEAH!" *crunch* "What propaganda?!"

Gryff stood now, him impressive height bringing him nearly eye-level with Harry as he stood on the table.

"So you're in on it, aren't you? You and this...dudebro," he spat, stabbing his finger in Ronan's direction, "and your classist warfare won't be tolerated here. Your complete inability to understand the needs of mechanical life forms is classic monsterarchical privilege. Atomica getting an upgrade is none of your business, she has the freedom to control her own circuits and she'll go wherever she wants! I don't know what exploitative, corpseporate contract you've locked Atomica into but it won't hold up."

Gryff's voice began to gain volume, "Your flesh-centered worldview has no place in modern society and it's organipologists like you that are responsible for keeping the normiearchy in place. You can take your hate-filled privilege festival and shove it back in the normie sewers, where it belongs!"

"Your linguistic appropriation doesn't hide the fact that you're a corpseperate cog in counter-culture clothing. Your own dudebro apologism gives you away. When normies make monsters use separate Scarbucks shops, is that a lifestyle choice too?"

Gryff folded his arms and sneered at Harry.

"You don't speak for monsterdom, you certainly don't speak for me and you have no right to speak for Atomica. Typical of the normiearchy, to try and attack a monster who isn't even here to defend herself. I'm not going to waste time on a mechogynist like you."

With that, he grabbed his bag and stormed off to find an outlet where he could furiously update his Snicker and Grumblr accounts.

Ronan stared at the three monsters in complete bafflement. He wasn't really following any of this argument.

"I didn't... do anything..." He started to protest, but no, that was incorrect. He'd made Atomica cry last night, something he still felt a little guilty about.
He lowered his head.

He had no idea what a dudebro was, nor what gorganically-priviliaged meant.

"Atomica asked us to talk about her in a positive manner so you would realise how much you wanted her as part of your group... " He mumbled, though his words were mostly lost under Harry's shouting.

Ronan watched Gryff storm off, still completely confused as to why he was so mad. Harry was still chanting.
The Selkie sighed and looked around the room for Atomica, perhaps she could come clear all this up?

"Sh... should somebody go after him?" He stared after Gryff, unsure what the correct thing to do here was. Was he meant to chase after him and clear everything up or just let him stay mad? Maybe he should add Gryff to the list of monsters to send muffins to?

Harry was no help, he was chanting loudly and trying to get other monsters to join in.

Ronan mulled over the options. A sudden massive desire to get away from Harry and his yelling may or may not have prompted his decision. He turned on his heel and hurried away after Gryff.

After going through the lurch line, Rory tried to keep an eye out for Marceline or Dashner, the students he usually sat by in the Creepateria. Neither of them seemed to be anywhere to be found, though. Fortunately, Arillena spied Draconia and Glen. As the two made their way over, some shouting started to ring out from the other side of the Creepateria.

"Maybe we should sit a little further away from-"

"BOJANGLES"

"MECHOGYNIST"

"A LOT further away from that..." Rory pointed at Gryff's showy play of stomping away and Harry, who appeared to be contemplating climbing up on the lurch tables.

"Oh no! They're leaving!" Atomica looked at the retreating forms of Gryff and Ronan. "Why are they leaving?! I'm not a part of the Trouble Tribe again yet!"

Atomica panicked. What could she do?! If Gryff left, then he'd probably update his Grimblr account by de-friending her and as Atomica well knew, THERE WAS NO COMING BACK FROM THAT. Gryff NEVER re-friended a monster once he dropped them from his Fiercebook, DieSpace, Snickr or Instagrim accounts!

She had to get Gryff's attention. She had to get Ronan's attention. She had to bring them back and they were too far away to hear her shout.

There was only...one option.

"Perry...." Atomica asked solemnly, calculating hexactly what the fallout of this action was going to be. It was going to be big, it was going to be bad. But she had no other choice. "Give me those muffins."

"Fine, take them. Like I said, I don't want them anyways." He replied, sliding Nathair's container over to her.

"I just want you all to know....I'm doing this because I would totally do ANYTHING to keep my friends."

Atomica opened the container. She withdrew the three remaining muffins. Her throwing arm charged up with a low, ominous hum.

"She's not going to-"

"She is!" Nathair called out, starting to clear things off his tray. It was well known in Monster High that there was one law of the Creepateria. One law and one law only...

*thonk!*

A muffin was launched through the air and hexpertly smacked Gryff on the head just before he stomped out the door.

*thump!*

A second muffin sailed through the air and bopped Ronan square on the noggin.

"What the-" Gryff started to say, turning around to see who would dare to throw baked goods at his head. But it was too late.

The Law of the Creepateria had been invoked.

"FOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!" Heath Burns shouted out as the muffins bounced across the ground. He grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and flung them across the Creepateria.

And then, the deluge began.