Some parts in this will be Homestuck related. :L I'll try to keep this one open... This is told second person point of view. FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING ATTEMPT- Comedy will be intended. -------------------- You are a girl of many interests, varying from bands to comics and to just... Puppets. You obviously have a name, but what is it? Enter Name: AUSTRALIAN_MONGCHOW. *Bitch Slap* Try again. NASHVILLE_TODD ☑ Your name is Nashville, and as it's been said before, your various obsessions list could go on forever, but to keep it condensed, you like plays, gothic fiction, your cello and multiple puppets. Your parents found it to be rather ironic that in the fact that you're AUSTRALIAN, they named you after a shitty American city. Then again, you don't care. Or give less than the two shits you contain. You look around your room, with it's lovely white walls with various craptastic drawings you've made. Oh glorious craptastic drawings. >Nashville: Figure out what you're missing. You pat your face with hopes you realize what you're missing. Your glasses. You look around blindly for your...oh. You don't have glasses. >Nashville: Look around in hopes to figure out what's up. You think you've had the "you-should-put-more-effort-into-responsibility" speech enough. You climb up into the legit attic you found when you moved in, and pray your mom doesn't find it and then criticize you for never listening to her repeat herself. >Nashville: Dig through piles of random junk and talk to David. Daviebro: hey Nashville! Daviebro: why the fuck won't you answer me!? Daviebro: ...fuck. Nashvillian: Jesus Daviie, what? Nashvillian: What could YOU possiibly want? Daviebro: ...hi. Nashvillian: ...Fuck you, Daviie. >Nashville: Shut off phone to organize more shit and ignore/piss off David.
Oh joy, a new kid. Yeah, that's you. But you're nerdy, and not quite as cool as the girl that constantly procrastinates with her cleaning works. You have a name, dear boy, what does it happen to be? Enter name. DOLPHIN_SHOE How the fuck... Try again. DAVID_GREENE ☑ As it's been said before, one of your few friends is the girl loving to procrastinate with her work, and who you and your other friends-whom will be introduced to later- think is pretty much soulless/heartless because she's a ginger. ....or at least you think. >David: Sigh deeply in disappointment of Nashville. You look at your phone and the last bazillion messages you just sent her and shove it in your pocket. You look up at your messy ass room, and figure something's missing. >David: Smack your face hopelessly like that girl did. Yup, you actually have glasses. You look around your room, having a shitton of posters on the wall from various bands, video games, and movies. Your most prized possession out of all these cheesy posters would have to be your Groundhog Day poster with one of the Ghostbuster's bro in it. You sigh, leaving your unnaturally clean room and scuff down the hall to only see Veronica's room. Veronica's your nerdy sister, but she can't make it cool like you do. She has headgear for braces, and you two look nothing alike. At least you still have some respect for her. Passing her room you see Stanley's, and he isn't even a nerd, which totally isn't fair. He only got dad's 'cool' genes. You hop down the stairs to see Veronica snapping her fingers and rushing Stanley on probably some shitty task. >David: Calmly walk past Veronica. ...Yeah. Sorry. The word 'calm' isn't found in Headgear Holly's dictionary. Your sister quickly smacks the shit out of you and you trot out your front door to see Stanley hugging flowers... What the shit. >David: Ponder why the fuck your brother is hugging daisies, that pussy. Stanley quickly picks probably three daisies and hops back inside, leaving you in the pretty front yard. You have your dragonsnappers garden, then Veronica has her rose garden and Stanley has his... Weed garden. Not like the drug. Just the weeds from doing a shitty gardening job. >David: Facewall and inhale sharply only to be calmed by the lady shaving her poodles next door. You sigh, walking down the sidewalk to go get the mail and you neighbor just so happens to be shaving her poodle... Again. Jesus. >David: Pout and see Nashville, Axel, Calixto, and Emmerson have all sent you a letter.
(for this character, think of a sibling or best friend for Calixto) This time, you have a brother, and are polar opposites of each other. You love the darkest of things, and could care less about requests meanwhile your brother will explode if someone yells at him. What will be your names? PEANUT_CRACKEDHEAD AND SOYBEAN_NUT. What? You're both allergic to nuts and soybeans, you asshole. Try again. AXEL_ROBERTS AND CALIXTO_ROBERTS. Better, way better. Your name is Axel, and your brother's name is Calixto. As said before, you're polar opposites. You could could care less about a lot, and Calixto is pretty sure he's a girly boy, considering he about pissed himself seeing a cricket. >Axel: Walk to the room you share with Calixto. You sigh, walking to you and your brother's room only to sigh. He's sprawled out on the floor like he got the shit beat out of him. >Axel: Bitch slap Calixto. No! You can't do that! Despite your oppositeness, you're not going to slap him. That's just stupid. You'll kick him. >Axel: Kick Calixto. >Calixto: Jump and squeal like a pig. Yeah, you did a pretty good job of scaring him. >Axel: Sigh, sitting on the bed holding your letters from your weird ass friends. >Calixto: Ponder about the letters and sit next to your brother. Due to your tiredness, you toss the letters from Emmerson and Nashville at Calixto. >Axel: Sigh and open Stanley's letter. Dear Axel and Calixto, Like we've been planning, we're going to Washington, as in move there. Nashville looked at all the houses and shit, and sent that stuff in her letter. I've just done a bunch of budgeting, really. We're doing well so far. Quickly write back with what you have! -David >Axel: Lay back on the bed and question Calixto. Calixto gives you a bunch of shitty indecisive answers. Gee, thanks BRO. You sigh and rub your temples in this process, getting to the cracking point with your moron of a brother. Sometimes he can be smart. Other times.. You don't know what the fuck happened. >Axel: Snatch letters from Calixto, to leave him *****ing. >Calixto: Bitch about your brother taking the letters from your hands. As in return for Calixto not shutting up, you sigh and kick him over. He yells multiple obscenities as you walk out of the room, reading Emmerson's letter. Dear Axel and Calixto!! Hey you two, sup? Anyboo, I've found some really good furniture in Forks just incase/for it's use. Just incase you didn't understand that, just read the documents with the prices and pictures included in the damn letter. Love ya! -Emma<3 >Axel: Ponder why you're still friends with this monstrosity for a female.
You? A monstrosity for a female? Please, you're amazing. Once again, you're a new kid and we need to know your name. What is it this time? PERPLEXING_PRISSY Oh fuck you. *Stab* Try. The fuck. Again. Enter it AGAIN. EMMERSON_BOLIVAR ☑ Thank Jesus. It wasn't that hard. Your name is Emmerson, but like to be called Emma. You're tired of seeing everything from an optimist's point of view, and you don't really want to fade into an Axel or a Nashville pessimism. You're just regular. And confusing. And you'll admit it... A priss. How kind. >Emma: Bounce around your room and act like a bunny. This is very tempting, but time wasting. You need to gather your things and message everyone about meeting at the treehouse later to plan for Washington. You moron. You live in California, Axel and Calixto live in New York and Nashville lives in Texas. What the fuck are you going to do now? >Emma: Message everyone to do Facecam conference. Yeah. A better and less shitty idea. You quickly log into your computer to only see David is online, and sigh. Okay, now switch to the other female. >Nashville: Look around dark room and see some kind of epic glasses and place them on your face. You put the midnight blue glasses on your paled face, and sigh as you press the button on the side, activating a faux setting. You see what your normally do, see a large, white and lit candle in your skimpy arms and begin to walk. You had way too much free time when you made this contraption. And actually mailed other copies of it to your odd friends so they could explore more about this and see you as well. As you walk down the dark street, it begins to rain and you hear voices in your head again. The voices in your head tell you that you need to find it. >Nashville: Ponder what the fuck 'it' is. As you keep walking down this strange setting, you fall back into that unfortunate setting of seeing past memories, of your father leaving you. You sigh, running a hand through your hair, and continue walking with your giant ass candle. >Nashville: Wipe at your eyes, shrugging off tears like a real woman. You continue walking and find yourself digging in the pockets of your bright, neon, black and polka dotted pants for your white kerchief to wipe at your eyes. You look in the mirror of one of the many abandoned shops your dark mind created and programmed. For moments to count, you stand there, looking at yourself. Your platinum blonde hair looks to be soaking wet, and clung onto your pale shoulders. Your piercing, light blue eyes appear to have speckles of ocean water in them. Strangely enough, your eyes appear to be sunken in, dark around your eye socket. By chance you think of Tim Burton, and his characters always having their eyes dark around. You look at your nose, and sure enough it's red from lack of warmth, but you remember your in a closet, inside a program. Finally, you see some other figures, and realize your the only one with the candle. Quick, switch back to the moronic twins! >Axel: Walk close to Calixto to see that one blonde girl. >Calixto: Follow Axel, you have no clue what the fuck you're actually doing. Now switch to someone who knows that they're doing. >David: Blink, looking at the other children walking towards the slender looking figure. Alright, the female isn't THAT skinny. She's just oddly tall as the one boy with the prissy brother. >Nashville: Hold up the massive candle, waving people over. Quick, be the other brunette girl! >Moronic girl, I mean Emma: Walk next to the kid with black hair. ....Yeah. There's two kids with black hair, jackass. You mean the kid with the geeky sister and legit brother? Yeah, him. Nashvillian: Ah.. Niice to see you all agaiin full bodiied, and not over a Facecam or just messagiing you. Daviebro: yeah, nice to see you too. there's a huge chance I can't even remember anyone's name. Bolivian: Omg! I cnt believe I can c u guys again! (((((; HecticAxe: Jesus... M4yb3 1 sh0uld jus7 g0 b4ck h0m3. C4l1x70? Lashabruh: This looks interesting enough to stay, brethren. Perhaps we should explore with the woman with the candle? Nashvillian: II'm far from woman, thank you though... II'm presumiing you're Caliixto, correct? Lasherbruh: Correct, my lady. Bolivian: Uhm hello! Let's get reintroduced again! It's me, Emma! HecticAxe: .... 17'2 4x3l. Lasherbruh: Calixto, my fellow friends. Daviebro: David, sup Nashvillian: Last but not least, Nashviille. II'm the one that created this program for us to communiicate. As to seeiing eachother, we can't speak liike normal people, and have gotten used to the way we type when we message eachother. Once we're iin Forks, we can be together and that's what matters riight now. >Axel: Question Nashville about house arrangements and such. Nashvillian: Riight now we're goiing to go on a triip, and II'm showiing you where we're goiing to liive. >Nashville: Lead the others down the rainy road.
This is funny XD but... What's going on?? Are they chat buddies or something? I really have no idea what they're doing XD but really great funny characters!
:L Lazy ass will have to type and update later, because I have to work on my laptop (transfers and shit) and multitasking.
>Calixto: Look around, pondering the shit out of the surreal world this nut made. You don't mean to be rude, but you think Nashville had a bit too much time on her hands when she made this random ass piece of shit. That actually works. Sometimes you can't help but make fun of her as well, for she has a lisp. Yes. A lisp. >Nashville: Be the woman, speak and show the beautiful lisp you have. You have a lisp, and it's noticeable. It's not your fault your mom thought your lisp was just a ****ing phase. It's permanent, you have it for good. You sigh, walking down the road. Nashvillian: Alriight, let's log off. But before that, II'll assiign you a job. HecticAxe: 0h D34r.. Nashvillian: Once agaiin, Emma is furniiture, Axel and Caliixto, you have to seek the renovatiion prices. Daviid, flooriing and such, and II'm still stuck wiith doiing the house. Lasherbruh: Oh, wonderful. This will be a genuine time, won't it? >David: Turn off trippy headwear. >Nutty bitch, I mean Emma: Turn off headset and begin looking at furniture. >Pretty boy, I mean Calixto: Log off, leaving Axel. You ponder about your brother, and think about what his thoughts are all the time. You may be stupid, but you still care about your brother. Nashville and him have a shitton in common, and that maybe the reason he's still online. >Nashville: Continue walking. You continue to explore this mini mental hell that you made a year or two previously, but you expanded it once you met these new friends. >Axel: Follow Nashville, maybe you'll find some inspiration. That action made no sense, you jackass. Fix it. >Axel: Follow the blonde girl to find out more about her. >Nashville: Turn off message speak setting, leaving you with your voice. Now that, that setting's off, you can speak. Like we've been told before, you can only speak with a lisp, but only sing with a clear voice. The shitty irony. You sigh, knowing one of the twins is behind you, and shrug it off. Does he think you're that stupid? "Fieryo!" You yell. Axel, or that who it appears to be, tilts his head sideways in confusion to who you're calling. You quickly grip onto a tree with your candle, flipping upwards to look down at him. "It'th not nith to follow people." You hiss. "Sorry, it's the curiosity.." You blink, as if the accent is new to you. "You're Britith?" He nods in response, actually able to compute your shitty words. You shrug, jumping to another tree. "So.. You created all of this? The forest, the shitty raining setting?" "Yeth, pretty muth." "You must have a dark mind.." "It'th the patht part of my childhood." "Rainy setting?.." "Forkth."
"You grew up in Forks? As in our current destination?" "Yeth. My childhood wath very dark, lothing my dad and all." "...You have no father?" "I jutht thaid that, didn't I?" You look away, leaning against the tree, instead of praying that the branch you're standing on doesn't break under you. >Axel: Make sure you lecture Calixto for making fun of Nashville, and continue speaking. "So, what type of device do you use when we're on Facecam? Because we never hear your lisp, and Calixto assumed you had a lisp because of the way your mouth moved." "Another devithe I made tho people could underthand me." "Wouldn't your lisp be gone by now?" "Mom thought it wath a thitty phathe." "She thought it would pass..." He sighed. >Nashville: Ask him kindly to leave you alone. Aw, that's not fun or the way you roll either! >Nashville: Snap unexpectedly. "Why are you thtill here? Go!" You snap, pointing the candle. Axel steps back, and logs off. Sounds about right in terms of what would happen. Your childhood was bound to be a broken memory you wanted gone. A familiar Californian strawberry voice rang in your ears. "Loss of a dad, eh?" You sharply turn around, throwing a dark glare. "Emma, I dithmithed you and everyone elthe." She pouted, placing a hand over her heart,"Someone has the hots for Axe." You roll your eyes, jumping to another tree, pointing at this stupid girl with your candle. "Hoths for Roberths? You're crathy." You respond, pretty certain that flush on your cheeks was washed away by the cold of the program. "I'm not crazy! I saw everything!" She giggled. You brush your in what appears to be soaking wet hair back, so it still rests on your shoulders. Your sneakers grow wet within both of your eyes, and you look at the branch to make up for grass. "It's true, isn't it?" "No, and it dothn't matter." She snorted, climbing on a tree. The girl is stupid, but this surprises you as she asks you to race across the trees. You smirk,"I wath born ready, Emma." You snarl, beginning to run across the trees, thinking about what she said about you and Axel. You know that she's lying, or it's what you want to believe. You care for Axel as if he's a brother or more? Emma was already at the end, and you didn't realize you slowed, being pensive. Emma's hazel eyes twinkled in the moonlight left that was peeking through the clouds. >Emma: Attempt to squeeze things out of Nashville's head. You don't mean literally, just secrets. A really good one... >Nashville: Feel tempted to break down. You don't want to do this, but your broken heart can't hold so much in, and you feel wicked enough being the bad guy to all of your family, and everyone else's. You sigh, prepare to break down..