I’m turning this into my random writing things thread.
Timeline (Click to View)
The names of all of the characters in my story that have been used before does not relate to past stories. Make sure to press like if ya like it and want more.
At three fifty two PM two young children were playing Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.
“STOP SPAMMING PK FIRE ON MY LUCAS!” Yelled the girl- who was eleven years old, and was four foot ten-who went by Reagan.
“THEN STOP SPAMMING PK THUNDER ON MY NESS!” The boy-who was eleven years old, who was also four foot eleven and named Roan-shot back.
“Well it’s not my fault you picked a bad fighter!”
“I picked random, you duck!”
“It takes one to know one,” Reagan said, calming her voice.
“Yep,” Roan replied, also calming his voice. “Let’s just get this round over with.”
“Agreed.”
Roan and Reagan went back and forth scoring knockouts on each other until they both had high damage and one stock left. Then Roan’s fighter, Ness, hit with an upwards attack and started volleying Lucas, who was Reagan’s fighter.
Reagan sighed. “Fine. Just get it over with.”
Reagan moved her character right in front of Roan’s so that he could hit her. Roan charged an attack and buffeted Lucas right off the stage.
Lucas flew up and smacked into the screen, breaking the fourth wall. Normally, when the fourth wall got broken nothing really happened except for a KO. But this time, something strange resulted. A man was lying down on Roan’s carpet.
Reagan cursed in horror while Roan grabbed weapons from the kitchen, a spatula and a knife sharpener.
“Why didn’t you grab a knife!?” Reagan hissed.
“We’re trying to defend ourselves, not kill him!” Roan explained.
The man stood up. He was at least five foot eight and had ginger hair with a pompadour haircut.
“Are you Lucas?” Reagan asked.
“Who?” The man asked.
“Well when Lucas hit the screen, you appeared.”
“It may be something different. Where am I?”
“My house,” Roan said sheepishly.
“And where is that?” The mysterious man asked.
“Eighteen thirty five Olmstead Drive,” Roan responded.
“Which dang state is it? What city?” The man said more aggressively.
“Virginia. Falls Church.”
“That’s something to tell President Carter.”
“Excuse me, mister,” Reagan chimed, “the current President is Donald Trump, not Mr. Carter.
“Well he-oh no. Diamond actually went through with his plan.”
“Excuse me? Who are you? Who are you talking about?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Rick Astley,” Rick Astley said, “but you can call me Rick.”
Roan’s face lit up in excitement. “You’re the Rick Astley? The one who made the ultimate meme song?”
Rick was obviously confused. “What is this meme song you speak of?”
“He means the song you made, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’,” Reagan said, obviously annoyed.
“Ahh, yes. I’m very proud of that song.” Rick said, smiling off into the distance.
Rick started humming the instrumental beginning to his song. “Are you ready to start the song?”
Roan grinned ear to ear. “Absolutely-”
“Not!” Said Reagan cutting Roan off. “Rick, just tell us what's going on. Then, we’ll both be on our way.”
“Looks like someone doesn’t appreciate the art of music,” Roan said.
“Looks like someone forgot that I still have a knife sharpener,” Reagan countered. “Now, get on with the story, Rick.”
Rick sighed. “It’s gonna be a long story. Are you sure?”
“No, but I make bad life decisions. So hurry up before I change my mind.”
“Alright. Fine. Here I go.” Rick said, preparing himself for the endless story about to come out of him.
“Thirty seven days ago, my friend-who was also my employee-was tired of being powerless against everything. His job, his car, his house, everything. Some of his closest friends felt the same way too when he told them how he was feeling,” Rick said grimly. “They started by going on strike. No one cared. Then they started ‘working’ again,” Rick said, his face growing with sorrow. “Three weeks later, they finished a device that they claimed could destroy us all,” Rick took a breath. “So, I fired them all for the sake of my work.”
“And then they did whatever they did?” Roan asked in genuine curiosity.
“Not quite yet. My celebrity friends and I all confronted them, except they changed their names and appearance. One of them was wearing a red uniform and was called Ruby, one blue named Sapphire, and one green named Emerald. And of course there was Diamond who was wearing a white outfit,” Rick’s heart sank as if he was reliving it all. “We all surrounded them. Then, Emerald opened some sort of portal and yanked out the device. We all charged at them but they all activated the device together and one by one we started vanishing disappearing into different places and times.”
“And now you’re here,” Reagan added.
“Yep.”
“Well, that told us a lot Rick, but you’re right. It was a long story. And now we have five minutes before we have to go to bed and you’re not supposed to be here,” Reagan worriedly said. “So what are we gonna do?”
“We can go now.” Rick suggested.
“Go where?”
“Go beat Diamond and his goons, that’s where,” Rick declared. “Are y’all coming?”
“Uhh… Roan, won’t your mom notice?”
“She likes beer, remember? She’s probably drunk right now,” Roan said. “I’ll go check with her right now.”
Roan checked on his mom and asked her a question. “What’s two plus two?”
Mrs. Jamieson looked at Roan. “TwEnTy SeVeNteEeN.”
Roan walked back to the others. “Yep. She’s drunk alright.”
“Then let’s go beat the heck out of them.” Reagan said.
Roan sighed. “What the heck. Let’s run away for a bit and have no one believe us! Sure, what fun!”
“Please?” Begged Reagan and Rick.
“Fine. But on one condition.” Roan said.
“What is it?”
“We have to scream ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ on the way there.” Roan said, knowing that Reagan would start complaining and whining and eventually say no.
“Fine by me.” Rick said.
Reagan sighed. “Fine. For the greater good. But I’m bringing an iPod and headphones, and you can’t stop me.”
Roan smiled while walking towards the door and opening it. “We’ll just have to sing extra loud.”
The three of them walked out the door.
“We should probably pack.”
“Yep.”
Roan and Reagan went inside, packed, and went outside to start their journey.
“Are you all ready?” Rick asked.
“Nope,” Both Roan and Reagan said in perfect harmony.
“Then why are you coming?”
“Because, we make bad life decisions,” Reagan said.
“And we’re proud of it,” Roan said.
“Then let’s begin, shall we?” Rick said.
Smiles formed on everyone’s faces as they walked along the sidewalks in the darkness of the night.
Chapter One (Click to View)
At three fifty two PM two young children were playing Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.
“STOP SPAMMING PK FIRE ON MY LUCAS!” Yelled the girl- who was eleven years old, and was four foot ten-who went by Reagan.
“THEN STOP SPAMMING PK THUNDER ON MY NESS!” The boy-who was eleven years old, who was also four foot eleven and named Roan-shot back.
“Well it’s not my fault you picked a bad fighter!”
“I picked random, you duck!”
“It takes one to know one,” Reagan said, calming her voice.
“Yep,” Roan replied, also calming his voice. “Let’s just get this round over with.”
“Agreed.”
Roan and Reagan went back and forth scoring knockouts on each other until they both had high damage and one stock left. Then Roan’s fighter, Ness, hit with an upwards attack and started volleying Lucas, who was Reagan’s fighter.
Reagan sighed. “Fine. Just get it over with.”
Reagan moved her character right in front of Roan’s so that he could hit her. Roan charged an attack and buffeted Lucas right off the stage.
Lucas flew up and smacked into the screen, breaking the fourth wall. Normally, when the fourth wall got broken nothing really happened except for a KO. But this time, something strange resulted. A man was lying down on Roan’s carpet.
Reagan cursed in horror while Roan grabbed weapons from the kitchen, a spatula and a knife sharpener.
“Why didn’t you grab a knife!?” Reagan hissed.
“We’re trying to defend ourselves, not kill him!” Roan explained.
The man stood up. He was at least five foot eight and had ginger hair with a pompadour haircut.
“Are you Lucas?” Reagan asked.
“Who?” The man asked.
“Well when Lucas hit the screen, you appeared.”
“It may be something different. Where am I?”
“My house,” Roan said sheepishly.
“And where is that?” The mysterious man asked.
“Eighteen thirty five Olmstead Drive,” Roan responded.
“Which dang state is it? What city?” The man said more aggressively.
“Virginia. Falls Church.”
“That’s something to tell President Carter.”
“Excuse me, mister,” Reagan chimed, “the current President is Donald Trump, not Mr. Carter.
“Well he-oh no. Diamond actually went through with his plan.”
“Excuse me? Who are you? Who are you talking about?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Rick Astley,” Rick Astley said, “but you can call me Rick.”
Roan’s face lit up in excitement. “You’re the Rick Astley? The one who made the ultimate meme song?”
Rick was obviously confused. “What is this meme song you speak of?”
“He means the song you made, ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’,” Reagan said, obviously annoyed.
“Ahh, yes. I’m very proud of that song.” Rick said, smiling off into the distance.
Rick started humming the instrumental beginning to his song. “Are you ready to start the song?”
Roan grinned ear to ear. “Absolutely-”
“Not!” Said Reagan cutting Roan off. “Rick, just tell us what's going on. Then, we’ll both be on our way.”
“Looks like someone doesn’t appreciate the art of music,” Roan said.
“Looks like someone forgot that I still have a knife sharpener,” Reagan countered. “Now, get on with the story, Rick.”
Rick sighed. “It’s gonna be a long story. Are you sure?”
“No, but I make bad life decisions. So hurry up before I change my mind.”
“Alright. Fine. Here I go.” Rick said, preparing himself for the endless story about to come out of him.
“Thirty seven days ago, my friend-who was also my employee-was tired of being powerless against everything. His job, his car, his house, everything. Some of his closest friends felt the same way too when he told them how he was feeling,” Rick said grimly. “They started by going on strike. No one cared. Then they started ‘working’ again,” Rick said, his face growing with sorrow. “Three weeks later, they finished a device that they claimed could destroy us all,” Rick took a breath. “So, I fired them all for the sake of my work.”
“And then they did whatever they did?” Roan asked in genuine curiosity.
“Not quite yet. My celebrity friends and I all confronted them, except they changed their names and appearance. One of them was wearing a red uniform and was called Ruby, one blue named Sapphire, and one green named Emerald. And of course there was Diamond who was wearing a white outfit,” Rick’s heart sank as if he was reliving it all. “We all surrounded them. Then, Emerald opened some sort of portal and yanked out the device. We all charged at them but they all activated the device together and one by one we started vanishing disappearing into different places and times.”
“And now you’re here,” Reagan added.
“Yep.”
“Well, that told us a lot Rick, but you’re right. It was a long story. And now we have five minutes before we have to go to bed and you’re not supposed to be here,” Reagan worriedly said. “So what are we gonna do?”
“We can go now.” Rick suggested.
“Go where?”
“Go beat Diamond and his goons, that’s where,” Rick declared. “Are y’all coming?”
“Uhh… Roan, won’t your mom notice?”
“She likes beer, remember? She’s probably drunk right now,” Roan said. “I’ll go check with her right now.”
Roan checked on his mom and asked her a question. “What’s two plus two?”
Mrs. Jamieson looked at Roan. “TwEnTy SeVeNteEeN.”
Roan walked back to the others. “Yep. She’s drunk alright.”
“Then let’s go beat the heck out of them.” Reagan said.
Roan sighed. “What the heck. Let’s run away for a bit and have no one believe us! Sure, what fun!”
“Please?” Begged Reagan and Rick.
“Fine. But on one condition.” Roan said.
“What is it?”
“We have to scream ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ on the way there.” Roan said, knowing that Reagan would start complaining and whining and eventually say no.
“Fine by me.” Rick said.
Reagan sighed. “Fine. For the greater good. But I’m bringing an iPod and headphones, and you can’t stop me.”
Roan smiled while walking towards the door and opening it. “We’ll just have to sing extra loud.”
The three of them walked out the door.
“We should probably pack.”
“Yep.”
Roan and Reagan went inside, packed, and went outside to start their journey.
“Are you all ready?” Rick asked.
“Nope,” Both Roan and Reagan said in perfect harmony.
“Then why are you coming?”
“Because, we make bad life decisions,” Reagan said.
“And we’re proud of it,” Roan said.
“Then let’s begin, shall we?” Rick said.
Smiles formed on everyone’s faces as they walked along the sidewalks in the darkness of the night.
Sorrow (Click to View)
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Sorrow
Sorrow
Reality (Click to View)
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Reality
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