After the wedding reception, it's time for lunch. You rush to the basement to make it in time for lunch. You grab your other bag of holding with the rubber duckies for lunch. As you step into the basement cafeteria, you take a good whiff.
Smells like food, edible material and weirdly cheese? You try to identify the loose smells. You're not sure what loose smells even means. But if you did, this is definitely one of them. Unfortunately you're not a dog so you lose the smell. So you sit down in sad corner™ to mourn the loss of smell.
You bring out your favourite duck Smegmorph. Famous from Smegmorph 5: The Curse of Babbledoor. You look into the bag and count: duck, duck, goose?!? You fall asleep instantly as you're narcoleptic when counting. You curse the curse that was given to you at SchmArby's. You were cursed by the ancient wizard Bleh for failing his order.
None of that matters as you wake to tepid meat goo being poured down your throat. A weirdly Australian man with eagle eyes stands before you. You offer him your third favourite duck. He is only interested in geese. Luckily your third favourite duck IS the goose. He grabs the goose and jabs it in his forehead creating a new goose-eye. You ask him for his name.
"I am Gooseeagleeye."
In line with the bird theme you offer to regurgitate the tepid meat goo for him. He refuses as that's what he did for you. Your thoughts are interrupted by a microwave beeping and a horrible smell. You look up and see a ceiling of microwaves.
Out of one falls Blaine Simple. The rest also open up, revealing even more Blaine Simples. Of course they fight to establish who's the real Blaine Simple. The Blaine Senpai starts recording the video as a Battle Royale. After everyone else is dead, Blaine Senpai asks if he can copy your homework.
You hand him a questionable meatball you found under a table at IKEA. He grabs the meatballs and the Blaine Simples and makes a pizza. You currently regret the fact you have eyes.
"Does this pizza look appetising?"
"It wasn't microwaved enough so that's just a 5.5." [TEMP_Name] replies.
"I dunno that looks like a 10 outta 10 to me." Whispers the teacher.
The teacher instantly starts making out with the pizza. Which is hard to do considering the teacher's large mandibles. Wow. What about the womandibles amirite? Sexism destroyed.
You realise you have yet to cook food. You start crawling on the floor smelling for foods. Your trusty nose manages to find you some crunchy glass. You start dumping it into the cotton candy machine. For flavour profile you also use some excess Blaine Simple. The rich aroma wafts through the air, attracting other students. The aroma then pays them 50 dollars to fuck off. And everyone does actually just leave, leaving you alone. Not even aroma-kun stays. The cotton candy? is finished.
The teacher snorts it and gives you a B-.
"There were not enough bees in there."
You assume it needed more bees considering it was a B-. You begin to Be Negative.
"My father never loved me."
You were never rich enough for him. It's not your fault that babies don't start off with invested capital.
"You don't have enough credit, come back when you're a little... richer." Your dad's disembodied voice sounds whenever you remember him. Unfortunately no lasting relationship between you and money is meant to be. Money always left you for prettier people. Too bad, money's so tasty.
You look back and Blaine is default dancing badly. He had already spent his 50 bucks and came back for more. Fortune doesn't smile upon either of you, Aroma-kun is already gone. You see in the corner Clippy the Paperclip drinking ink. That's less surprising than seeing Aqua somehow drink the concept of being late. This in itself is less surprising than the two sides of the dakimakura eating itself ourobouros style. Meanwhile, Rem is eating some steak. Somehow Greg has eaten the rest of the sen.
The teacher goes :o. And that marks the start of period 5: emoji class.
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FanfictionYou suddenly find yourself in a new world, with unexpected comrades sharing the same fate. Around you are desks and chairs, class has already started. A wacky life of magic high school has begun! This collaborative masterwork was made one sentence a...