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Wow...I've been a busy bee lately.
I have a Wattpad account! Go stalk me! It's TalesOfMarshmallow, which is not ironic in any way whatsoever.
So I am at the library again...

My PC is broken.

So Tales of University is on hold until I get my SURFACE PRO 3 FOR CHRISTMAS YESSSS

It's gonna be a fontastic Sniffmas.


I don't have much to talk about. #SociallyAwkward. That's me.
So dA got an makes me want to sneeze.
Maybe that's just because I'm sick again aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

So I have a sorta new fandom, Tales of Vesperia. It's not really NEW...but KINGDOM HEARTS IS YASSSSS
I have been officially dubbed 'Sora' and 'Yuri'. So I have some new names. :3

I am trying to learn Hymmnos but thanks to my MRFN COMPUTER DECIDING TO KICK THE BUCKET D: I haven't been getting too far. :/
At least I have memorized the really fast part of EXEC_over.METHOD_SUBLIMATION ~ee wassa sos yehar

SOOooooo IceheartPB is making me read The Maze Runner.
I'm a Greenie.
For those of u not in the fandom, I'M A NOOB.>>

Go figure. =_=

Five Nights at Freddy's is cool.
Me gusta.

I have not much left to say, other than since I went camping in November, I started Tales of Haunting on Wattpad!
The prologue will be on here SOMEDAY as I promised it would...dammit PC>>>
But it is all Symphonia (Both 1 and 2) because Emil and Lloyd are baes so I need to make them die.

GO AWAY I'M BUSY EATING *Shoves waffle into mouth and glares at you deviouslyyyyyyy*
  • Mood: Obsessed
  • Listening to: ~ee wassa sos yehar IT IS BAEEEEEE
  • Reading: Some Flyuri stuff on Wattypadd
  • Watching: Fullmetal Falcon-mist
  • Eating: Drecks
  • Drinking: Greenies
I don't know if I love or hate the new update.
(Sync POV [It’s about time he gets some credit!!])

The fall air is chilly and crisp, wind ruffling my hair as I sit alone on the sidewalk bouncing a basketball.
There’s nothing to do today other than wait for 12:00 to roll around. So I took matters into my own hands and decided to spend the morning outside doing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever.
 Beside me a blue jay pecks up the remains of the quarter of a raisin bagel I took halfhearted nibbles at for breakfast.
 I stare out a the lifeless row of dormitory apartments, each looking exactly the same apart from an occasional flowerpot or two. It’s disgusting.
 There’s no unique qualities at all.
“Yo, Sync! What’s up, bro?”
I reluctantly turn to see whoever is behind me. It takes a couple seconds to process in my mind.
 It’s Lloyd.
He and I have been…relatively good friends since the end of Senior Year.
 “Oh, hey Lloyd.” I reply. “How’s your life been?”
I pat the sidewalk next to me and he sits down with a depressed sigh.
 “What’s the matter?”
It seems like this whole conversation is just me asking him semi-rhetorical questions.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
Lloyd asks with a weak smile.
 “Sure,” I say. “Go ahead.”
He sighs. “It’s about Zelos.”
I shake my head. “Yikes.”
“Yeah…” Lloyd slouches his shoulders. “You know the whole red-hair scandal going around? Well, Zelos’ been acting weird ever since Yuan’s death. He’s starting to make me think he’s the one who killed him…and then there’s Emil’s almost-death…I refuse to believe my best friend is involved with any of this, but…”
 Lloyd trails off and tosses a fistful of grass onto the walkway in frustration.
 “Hey, Zelos is your best friend, right?”
I say. “Yeah…” Lloyd sighs.
  “He trusts you, right?”
“Umm…I guess, yeah…”
 “He wouldn’t keep anything from you. If he really was the killer he’d probably have told you already, since you two have such a strong bond, anyway. Believe me.”
I pat him on the shoulder somewhat reassuringly.
  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” he bites his lip. “But what if he’s not telling me because he think’s I’ll turn on him or something?”
 I hesitate for a moment before answering.
“He’s not,” I stay sternly. “Okay?”
  “…Oh, alright.” Lloyd smiles weakly. “Thanks, Sync. I’m glad we’re bros.”
 I laugh. “No problem.”
Lloyd stands up and kicks around the grass he threw a few minutes ago.
  “Well, I’d better be going. Uh, thanks, I guess, for the advice…”
“That’s what friends are for!” I wink.

After Lloyd ‘disappears mysteriously’ I check my phone.
 It’s 11:52 AM. Better start heading out.
Frogurt’s relatively far from the school.
  About 5 minutes.
Although on foot…I just don’t know.

I brush some dust off my shirt and head down the deserted walkway.

Everything is totally still, like time has stopped.
 Not a sound can be heard.
Even the wind is silent.
It’s slightly unnerving.
I pick up the pace, the soles of my shoes scraping against the cement.
The rows of dorms begin to separate leaving two huge Oak Trees, and a road lined with sidewalk on both sides.
 A chill runs through my spine and my stomach churns. I’m probably just hungry. Ignoring the sick feeling I continue walking, but this time slower so I don’t end up puking.

It’s probably been five minutes since I left by the time I can see some normal public buildings up ahead.
 And that’s when I trip on my shoe, which gets caught in a crack in the sidewalk, pulling me down with it. I land on my left arm and hear a loud snap.
 I whine and try to pull myself up but stop when I can feel something coming up my throat.
 Throwing up on a sidewalk is not really preferable, so I push the pain aside and squirm over to the grass.
 I’m so glad nobody’s around to see me. How mortifying.
Seconds after, I feel perfectly fine.
 Reluctantly, and, for some reason that I don’t know, I look down at it.
Just blood.
Something must be wrong with me.
I sigh and stand up with a shudder, glancing around me.
Then, as if nothing happened, I stuff my hands in my pockets and stroll down the sidewalk, whistling an old song I remember from when I was younger.
 The sick feeling stays away even as I round the corner to where the empty shops stand. It’s funny how there’s nobody here, but I guess it is relatively early.
 Frogurt is right in front of me. I can see Luke and the a few of the others through the window.
I put on the best imitation smile I can and rush in. A little bell clinks cheerily behind me as the door slams shut.
“Hey guys! What’s up?” I ask in a somewhat-sarcastic tone.
Ion grins back at me. “Gee, Sync, you’re in a good mood today. What’s got you so happy?”
I blink, unsure of what to say. “Ah…I guess I’m just hungry.”
 I feel like I threw a wet blanket on my introduction, but you can’t take back something once you’ve said it. Oh well!
Guy pats me on the back reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we all are.” he smiles. “We’re waiting on Jade and Saphir. I’m not surprised they’re late, really, but you just gotta deal with it.”
 I shrug. “Yeah.”

After we’re all settled down around a round white table in some freezing cold-to-the-touch chairs, awaiting they’re arrival, the sick feeling returns. I pray that I don’t fall prey to it again. After all, there’s nothing in my stomach to get rid of, so it would just be blood again.
I hate discussing this topic so much.
So much.
Suddenly the door swings open, hitting off the wall and making us all jump. Jade and Saphir are here, I tell myself with a sigh. Luke waves at them ecstatically.
 “Hey, dudes!!” he cheers. Asch whaps him upside the head with an empty paper yogurt cup.
“Morning everyone,” Jade grins, taking a seat next to Guy. “Guy, my old buddy! Let’s talk about Fomicry during the meeting, shall we?” he whispers. Guy nods enthusiastically and they brofist.
 “Ah, ah, ah. No. We’re here to discussing something important, not Fomicry. This is serious, you two!”
Natalia scolds them with her words. I sort of admire her for her ability to control others with speech.
 “Phwoo, it’s cold in here…” I shudder. Ion offers his scarf.
I shake my head no, but smile to show I appreciate it.
Secretly I’m too worried I’ll puke all over it. Haha.
My arm is still throbbing from falling on the sidewalk. I try my best to ignore it, but it’s driving me crazy.
Trying to keep my arm under the table I frantically massage it in an attempt to, I dunno, rub the pain away. Like that’ll help, but it’s worth a try. Plus it’s a distraction.
 “Come on everyone, let’s get some Frogurt!~”
Saphir yells to break the awkward silence that I fear I may have caused.

After a few minutes of careful, executive decisions, complicated selections, expensive orders, and total traffic, we finally reseat ourselves, this time with full cups of frozen yogurt.
 Mine is raspberry. I only got a little because, despite the gnawing hunger clawing at my insides, I still have that woozy, almost dizzy feeling.
Luke’s is, obviously, mango with a ton of chocolate sprinkles on top. He even added a little mochi for good luck.
Asch’s is vanilla with a bunch of candy I know he’d never eat lest it be a special occasion like today.
Jade and Saphir copied each other with chocolate and vanilla swirled, as well as cherries on top.
Natalia’s is a little mango and a little raspberry. I have a feeling she’s a major tropics person.
Tear’s is just plain old chocolate. It’s the same color as her hair and I have to laugh as I watch her pile butterscotch chips on top of her yogurt.
Guy’s is cookies and cream, which is basically chocolate, so I don’t see a difference, except he loaded it with every topping possible.
Anise partially copied him, excluding the mochi and Captain Crunch.
Ion, perfectly reserved as always, just stuck to one thing:
He literally used every flavor (in moderation of course) perfectly so he could fit each one into that little cup.
 I can’t stop giggling watching him race back and forth from mango to vanilla saying he ‘missed a spot’.

So by the time we’re all seated again, Luke is shoveling down his yogurt so fast Asch has to scold him, explaining how eating too fast can make you sick.
Even as we’re all sitting here having fun, something feels sad and empty inside.
I figure it’s because I haven’t eaten, so I dig in.

The conversations drag on about Yuan and redheads, Emil and a meadow of glass, guns, tPhones and skylights, Luke, Asch, and mango yogurt. And mochi.
 Pretty soon I’m licking my lips and wishing I had more yogurt to eat. I haven’t been really paying too much attention, either, so it nearly scares me half to death when Luke says:
“So Sync, did you read about Emil, too?”
I freeze. “Huh?” Then I blush. “Oh, yeah. The glass thing.”
The others laugh. “That’s the most vague description I’ve heard for this situation so far,” Guy snickers.
I shrug and give a small smile. “Yeah.”
  Thankfully I don’t feel sick anymore.
Must have just been a little anxiety attack or something.
“I’m just gonna come right out and say I am nervous as hell for the DNA test tomorrow.”
 Luke says, raising his hands in surrender.
“Why?” Tear asks. “You didn’t kill Yuan, so why worry?”
Asch sighs. “There’s always a chance the DNA could be mixed up or altered.”
 “Are you saying someone would purposely throw Luke under the bus like that??” Tear stands up in Luke’s defense, the little hairs on the back of her neck prickling with rage.
 “No, I’m saying anything is possible. I don’t think such a dreck who screams like a bitch would be able to commit murder, so why would anyone else think so?”
Asch replies in a smart-alec tone.
“Luke does not scream like a bitch!! If anyone does, it’s y-”
 Luke jumps out of his seat and puts one arm around the calm and orderly Asch, the other around a fuming, flailing Tear.
 “Ladies, please! You’re both very beautiful!” he says with a witty smile. We all laugh again. Except Natalia this time.
 “I am not a lady,” Asch snaps, but you can see the smile he’s trying to hide. Come on, it was funny.
Tear kisses Luke on the cheek. At least, it probably was meant for his cheek. Instead she ended up kissing his neck.
“You’re short, Tear!” Luke giggles, hugging her back.
Ion groans. “Not another sappy romance moment!!”
Anise wraps her arms around Guy. “There can be more than one ‘sappy romance moment’ if you want, Ion!” she says.
Guy pushes his chair back so far he almost hits the counter.
He shrieks. Giggling, I lay my head on the table, trying to control my laughter.
“Alright guys, let’s get back to business.” Natalia insists loudly, her fingers drumming the table.
 “Nat? Are you okay? You seem really uptight.”
Asch asks, grabbing her hand to stop the tapping.
Natalia pulls back.
“This is a serious situation and here we are, goofing around like a bunch of little kids!”
 We all stare at her for a minute.
 “Natalia, chill~!” Luke pats her on the head and she, taking a deep breath, lets go of her anxiety for the most part.
“Yeah, come on! We all need some comic relief every once and a while! We’re only human!” Anise grins and stops hugging poor Guy, who scoots farther away from her in his chair. Luke shudders. I guess he feels offended since he’s a replica and all. “But we should be staying on task at least,” Anise continues.
“Mm-hm,” Asch agrees. “So, back to the DNA test.”
    The color seems to drain from Luke’s face. “Y-yeah…” he sighs and says with a sour face.
 “I brought the list,” Tear pulls a small, slightly crumpled sheet of yellowing paper.
“Great! This’ll definitely help us out!” Ion cheers. He scrapes his bowl with a plastic spoon to get the last bit of yogurt.
 “What list?” I ask, licking my lips again.
“It’s a list of potential suspects based on all the information we already have.” Guy explains.
“So who, exactly, is on this here list?” Natalia asks.
 “Well, there’s Asbel, Zelos, Kratos, Luke, Asch-” Tear stops mid-sentence. “Hold on.”
She crosses of numerous peoples’ names, but the only two I recognize as students I know are Kratos and Asch.
 “I made this before the ‘Emil incident’, so I put the students with dark hair by accident.” Tear says.
 Anise chuckles to herself as Tear corrects her own mistakes.
 “Okay. Sorry about that.” She tucks her long brown hair behind her ears and we all crowd around her to get a good look at the paper. “So, starting over, we have…” Tear pauses again. “…Zelos and Luke. That’s it.”
 We all gasp in unison, as if it were a planned action. A few of us turn our attention towards Luke, who instantly begins flipping out.
 “I didn’t do it!! You guys should know! You always know when I’m lying!” Luke yells, clearly panicked. “Tell me, do I look like I’m hiding something??”
 He chews on his plastic spoon in between breaths.
“Easy there, buddy! We know you didn’t do anything wrong.” Guy pats him on the back and ruffles his long red hair. Luke pulls away and bites his lip, giving us all a stubborn glare.
 “So that leaves only one person.”
I say with a sigh.

  “Zelos Wilder.”

(Luke POV [Again? Really?])

That night, I toss and turn in bed, unable to get a single wink of sleep.
So many pessimistic thoughts are poking at me like a friend who wants your attention that you’re trying desperately to ignore.
What if, for some odd and totally ironic reason, the test gets screwed up and I end up (by mistake of course) being the one they want? The one who committed the crime but still didn’t in the first place?
 After countless minutes that seem like hours of worrying and anxiety, I throw off the bed covers in frustration and stomp downstairs, my long red and orange bangs covering my left eye.
 I don’t even know what I’m gonna do down here, maybe have some hot chocolate or something.
Figuring that’s not a half-bad idea, I drag out the cocoa mix and begin piling it into a tall red mug, filling up a separate cup of water and putting the latter into the microwave.
 The door slams shut and I wince.
I hope I didn’t (or if I haven’t, don’t) wake Asch, what with all the slamming, stomping, banging, clicking, and clanging noises I’ve made since I got up.
 Oh well.
In a matter of minutes the hot chocolate is done and generously steaming n front of me.
With a sigh I hop up onto the counter, cocoa in hand. I wait a few minutes for it to cool off so I can actually drink some.
 My eyes begin to close.
“Yo, dreck? What’re you doing down here?”
I jolt awake in an instant at the sound of Asch’s voice. “It sounds like I’m living next to a construction site!!”
 “Sorry…” I blush. “I can’t sleep, I was too busy worrying about tomorrow.”
 Asch steps into the dim light coming from a bulb overhead. His dark red hair is messy and his usually-spiky bangs have fallen over onto the middle of his forehead. For once, we look like the identical twins outsiders presume us to be.
  “I hope you realize it’s 1:20 in the morning,” Asch sighs, gesturing towards the clock over the stove, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
“Yeah,” I say, although I really had no idea how early it was.
  “Why are you worrying so much?” Asch says, “It’s not like you were the killer or anything! You have nothing to be upset over!”
 I take a small sip of my cocoa. “Well, that’s my problem…-”
“Don’t tell me you really are the one who took out Yuan??”
Asch jumps out of his chair and races over to me.
 “N-no! Not at all!!” I stutter. “N-never!!”
     “Luke,” Asch glares at me. I can tell he’s in disbelief. He never calls me Luke, and probably wouldn’t even if his life depended on it, either.
“Tell me the truth,”
   “I am!!” I snap. “That’s the whole truth whether you like it or not! I. Am. Totally. Innocent!!”
 “You’d better be.” Asch turns his back to me. I sigh.
“I am,” I insist.
 “Shut up already!! You just don’t know when to stop, do you, stupid replica??” Asch growls, refusing to look at me.
“Excuse me?” I yell back. “Last time I checked, we’re supposed to be getting along!”
 Asch turns around the moment I say, “You promised.”
“Sometimes we break promises.”
He says sternly. He walks over the counter, where I’m sitting with my hot chocolate that is now resting on the stovetop.
 “Why??” I ask, half-whining. “Why do you have to treat me like I don’t know as much as you?? What makes me so different from you? In fact, there’s hardly a difference about us! So get that straight!”
 “The difference between you and I,”
Asch holds a sharp knife to my neck and I gasp, my hand reflexively jerking upward, but I stop myself before I can smack his wrist. If I did that he might accidentally cut me.
“Is that you are my replica, and you stole everything from me, and you will never be as good as me, and that the world would have been a better place if you had never existed!!!”
  I expect him to cut deep into my neck.
Instead he removes the knife and slices across the side of my face. I wince.
 “It was you, wasn’t it.”
I mutter, my shoulders tense.
“What?” Asch pants.
“It was you. You killed Yuan. And you tried to kill Emil and Marta, but they got away too fast. And let me guess - you were going to try to kill me next, weren’t you?”
 I ask, grabbing his wrist where he holds the knife.
“Are you insane? Of course it wasn’t me!! My hair is dark-red, not light-red like yours!!”
 “It doesn’t matter what color your hair is.”
 “You just wanted to throw in a distraction to make them think it was me, didn’t you?”
 “I did not kill anyone. I do not intend to.”
Asch drops the knife and looks me dead in the eyes. It hit’s the floor with a loud, echoing clang.
  “And neither do you. It wasn’t me or you.”
“What are you getting at now, Asch?” I yell.
“Who did it?? Me? Or you??”
  We both freeze. I know it wasn’t me. I don’t want to believe it was Asch. I know it wasn’t Asch, either. But it could be. But it shouldn’t be. But it-
The front door begins to rattle, distracting the both of us.

 “Guys!! Let me in!! I know who the real killer is!!”
Asch and I exchange glances.
“Please!!! I know who he is because he’s after me!!!”
Tales of University: Chapter Three - Crossed
Chapter three! Victory daaaance!!
Chapter four is gonna be Syncalicious!
I'm so happy they went to Frogurt finally.

Enjoy it!
(Still Luke POV)
Day Three (Saturday!!)

(Tear342 has joined the chat)
Tear342: Hey Luke, Guy
ImaFonTechGuy: Hi .3.
DauntlessLukieCake: Heeeeey bruh
Tear342: Remember what we talked about with Sync yesterday, about Yuan?
ImaFonTechGuy: Ya
ImaFonTechGuy: About someone pushing him over the cliff
DauntlessLukieCake: But I thought
DauntlessLukieCake: Guys did I miss something? After I logged off last night??
(FonicallyAwkward has joined the chat)
Tear342: Ion do you know anything else about the cliff
Tear342: with Yuan, I mean
FonicallyAwkward: Like I said I know a little.
FonicallyAwkward: I heard someone got in a fight with him and they both fell over
DauntlessLukieCake: GUYS
Tear342: Ion? But there was only Yuan on the beach tho-?
FonicallyAwkward: I saw 2 people, I only recognized Yuan, remember??
DauntlessLukieCake: HEY YO GUYS??? DON’T IGNORE ME!!
ImaFonTechGuy: Let’s all meet somewhere and explain our findings to Luke
Tear342: Definitely not the beach xD
FonicallyAwkward: How about the library? It’s quiet~
DauntlessLukieCake: Ok
DauntlessLukieCake: Cya there
(DauntlessLukieCake has left the chat)

I stuff my tPhone into my coat pocket and head outside. The air is frigid and icy as the orange sky gives way to the sunset. My long red hair flops behind my back; hopefully it provides at least some warmth against the cold. I sprint up the marble stairs and into the school, flinging open doors and letting them slam behind me without a care.
Finally I get to the library where I see Ion, Tear, and Guy. They beat me here even though I ran the whole way. Sheesh. They’re gathered around a round wooden table in the very back-back of the room.
 I slowly approach them, silently.
“Lukie Cake’s here,” Tear smiles at me as I take my seat. I wink back in return.
 “Okay,” I huff, trying to diminish my blushing smile. “You guys got some major explaining to do.” Then seriousness returns.
 “Go on!” I urge half-heartedly.
Guy takes a deep breath in. “I’ll do the talking, I guess.” He sighs. “After class yesterday, Yuan - well, you know what happened. Remember?”
 I nod.
“Good. Just to recap, he was seen out by the cliff with someone, nobody really knows who. Witnesses say the two got in an argument that resulted in Yuan being thrown over the edge. That’s all we know so far.” Guy explains. “Just to spike your memory.”
  “You sound like a detective,” Ion giggles. Tear anxiously clears her throat.
 “Ion, you said you saw two people on the beach at the bottom of the cliff. Was there anything noticeable about the other person?” She asks. Ion pauses to think for a moment, and I can see the concentration in his eyes.
“He had red hair,” he stops and bites his lip, “And looked pretty unfamiliar.”
 “There has to be more,” Guy huffs impatiently.
“Perhaps I can be of assistance.”

We all swirl around to see on heck of a sissy-boy. He has long red hair and is wearing a pink hoodie with loose-fitting blue jeans.
 Zelos Wilder.
Leaning on the back of my chair with one arm, he flashes a perfect smile at Tear.
 “What do you want, Zelos?” I snort, rolling my eyes.
“I was just passing by and couldn’t help but notice the confused looks on your sweet faces~!”
 Zelos grins. I begin to feel overprotective of Tear for some odd reason. And a little nauseous.
  “So, what seems to be the matter?”
We all sigh.
   “Did you hear about the ‘Yuan Incident’?” I lower my voice as I speak to keep any other uninvited conversationalists out of our way, and also for dramatic effect, I guess. “The one that happened last night?”
 Zelos nods solemnly, but the stupid, enthusiastic twinkle in his eyes still stays put. “I should know, we are from the same division, after all. Symphonia.” He smiles evil-like.
 “If you want, I can give you some input. I was on my way home from Student Council when I saw it happen, right in front of my eyes.”
 Zelos winces and rubs his shoulder blade as we stare (and blink) at him in surprise. “You’re hurt,” Ion whines, shivering from the full-power air conditioner behind him.
 “It’s nothing,” Zelos winks, “Just a simple little battle scar, that’s all.”
“So you claim you were there when Yuan was killed,”
I sneer unbelievingly, just to change the subject.
 “I was nearby and got a little bit of info down.” Zelos says secretively. “Whoever attacked him must have had a real bone to pick.”
  “Could it be Kratos?” Ion pipes up with a smile.
“Kratos?” Guy echoes. “Why would he kill Yuan? I mean, they’re relatively good friends…I think,”
 “I dunno. I was going by the ‘red hair’ thing.” Ion shrugs.
Tear and I both look out the library window.
   “It’s getting late out and are talking hasn’t amounted to anything useful,” She sighs.
“Zelos, explain more, if you would.”
Guy stretches his arms and says
“I’ll tell you everything I know.” Zelos grins.

He explains that Yuan got in a fight with someone in the hallway (I was there, I should know) who threatened him to meet him/her/it by the cliff so they could ‘talk’. In the end, the student got in another fight with him and they both toppled over the edge (He/She pushed Yuan, but as he was falling he grabbed the other person and pulled them(?) down with him), resulting in Yuan’s death and the attacker’s supposed moderate injury.
 “I still can’t believe someone would do that to poor Yuan,” Tear whimpers. I’m tempted to get up and comfort her, but not with that Zelos-thing around.
“I wouldn’t call him poor when he had a chance to fight back. Yuan wasn’t a weakling.” Zelos replies in a just-the-facts-ma’am tone.
  “You say he had red hair, just like Ion said.” I ask, but it comes out sounding more like a statement than a question.
 “That’s right,” Zelos agrees.
“We could start tomorrow by making a list of all the students with red hair and then narrow it down with that list?”
 I half-suggest, half-ask. My questions aren’t really turning out as questions anymore, I guess.
 “Sounds good,” Guy performs his usual ‘trademark Gailardia’ half-smile.
  “But you know what that means…”
Zelos smirks, looking me dead in the eye.
“W-what?” I ask.
“You and I are both suspects, my dear friend.”
With that, Zelos strolls away, disappearing into the sea of bookshelves.
 “That guy sure is suspicious.” Ion says with an eye-roll. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who killed ’em. Hehe.”
  “Ion, you got some weird spunk.” Tear sighs. We all giggle for a moment, but it’s only for a short time before reality sets in.
“What if Yuan was just the first one? What if there’s a murderer going around in the school??” I stutter. I don’t usually speak my mind if it’s something so morbid, but I want to know the answer.
 “We’ll just have to wait and see,” Guy pats me on the shoulder reassuringly.
“And pray to Yulia.” Ion interjects.
  “And hope,”
Tear says quietly.

We have to have hope.
Hope that this was all just some freak accident.
Hope that nobody else has to be killed.
Hope that this can be forgotten in the near future.
Hope that we have enough hope to grant all these wishes!

(Emil POV .3.)

I can hardly keep my eyes open as I sit at the table with a tall mug of steaming hot chocolate, surrounded by paperwork and confusing dotted lines. It’s bad enough Yuan died yesterday, but now I’ve got so much to do, since I’m in the Student Council. It was Richter’s idea, really.
Join, he said!
It’ll be fun, he said!
It’ll be fun once I get all this paperwork out of my face!!
I burn my tongue on a steaming marshmallow and flinch backwards in surprise. Guess it’s karma for getting so upset.
I glance over at the clock. It’s 9:01 at night. I should really be getting some sleep, since I was up at 5:00 this morning, but I have to get these filled out or else the world will end.
Okay, not literally. But nevertheless, I have a lot to do.

The sound of footsteps distracts me for a second, but I ignore them and take a second to blow on my hot chocolate.
 It’s probably just Marta goofing off upstairs. She’s my roommate-ish-thing. I can’t call it a roommate, since these dorms are actually like mini apartments for two to three people, so maybe she’s my…apartment-mate?? I don’t know…Richter is here too, but he basically sits around all day so you don’t see much of him. And then there’s Ratatosk, which is basically my opposite personality so to speak. He can separate from my subconscious, though, thus I technically have three room/house-mates. Hehe. I really didn’t see that one coming.
The moon outside is full. It’s so pretty this early in the fall. Today was one of those lazy autumn days when it looks warm outside because the sun is shining brightly, but in reality it’s frigid cold and the grass is begging for mercy from the early morning frost that still rests on top of it as dew.
 A chill runs down my spine as a howl pierces the silence. Tenebrae. He’s surprisingly allowed on campus, despite being a centurion, which is basically a monster, which is basically a pet in ways. But I’m happy they let him stay.
 I try to focus on my work, but Yuan keeps coming to mind. I barely knew him, just that he was a friend of Lloyd’s father. There’s not much I can say. But when you lose someone you actually knew for more than five seconds, it still makes quite an impact.
 I squint and try to make sense of a small white dot in the sky. It’s bigger than the other dots that make up stars, but small enough to be a comet or a shooting star. I make a wish out loud just in case.
 “I wish everything would be okay, and that nobody else would get killed, and that-”
I turn around in my seat and see Richter. He looks pretty tense. Must be upset about Yuan’s death.
“S-sorry for disturbing you. I was just finishing up some paperwork for Student Council.” I pick up my cocoa mug and try to cool it off again.
 “It’s alright, you weren’t bothering me. But…you were talking to yourself again. Are you feeling alright?”
Richter asks. Why does he care? I mean, I don’t wanna be rude, but, since when did he care about my emotional/mental health??
 “I wasn’t talking to myself, silly!” I giggle quietly. “There was a shooting star, see, and -”
 “Emil, shooting stars are just nonsense. Fairytales. They don’t actually do anything. They’re just for fun.” Richter cuts me off before I can continue. I’m honestly left speechless.
 “I-I knew that! I was j-just, uh…I wanted to, um…you know, the thing…you know, the thing, right?”
 I must sound like an idiot.
“You’re not making any sense whatsoever.” Richter sighs. He pushes his glasses farther up on the bridge of his nose and leans on the refrigerator.
 “Nevermind…” I turn back to my papers.
Richter sits there in silence for a while.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so rude. I should have asked you in advance. Do you want some hot chocolate? I-I can make you some if that’s okay with you.”
  I stutter, standing up from my freezing wooden chair.
“No, thanks, I’m okay for now.” Richter forces a smile. I can tell he’s forcing it. Why smile at me for doing something stupid, anyway?
 I reluctantly sit back down.
 “How is your work coming along?” he asks.
“I’m going to be up very late, that’s for sure. Kind of a shame.” I reply sadly, taking a sip of my cocoa.
 “The marshmallows melted. Darn.”
Richter laughs. “How many did you put in there?” Suddenly his smile vanishes as I answer ten. “Hey, you’re not trying to keep yourself up so you can finish those papers, are you?”
 I shake my head no, though it’s true. I need something to keep my eyes open. But I can already feel myself slipping.
 “I don’t believe you. Emil, you know that’s bad for you! Why do you have to be so stupid sometimes??”
 I take in a deep breath and try to channel the anger towards something inanimate, like the pen I’m writing with, to keep it away from Ratatosk. He likes to make an appearance whenever my emotions get out of whack.
I look over at the clock again. It’s 9:18. I sigh.
 “Give me the papers,” Richter stomps up to the table and holds out his hand in demand of the paperwork.
“No,” I say sternly. “I have to get this done tonight.”
  “Emil,” Richter takes the pen out of my hand. I bite my lip and try not to say anything in reply.
“I have to finish these,” I insist, putting my elbows over top of the pages to keep them in place.
 “Emil, give me them. Now.” Richter shoves my arms off the table and collects the papers. How I feel right now as well as the ‘Yuan Incident’, all the extra work, my lack of sleep, and how badly I want to finish all of this is a really bad combination. This won’t end well.
The worst part is…drum roll please…it’s beyond my control.
Totally beyond my control.
 “Give them back!” I jump out of my seat and grab hold of the stack of paper sheets.
  “Knock it off. I don’t want you up late stressing over all this stuff. And I’m in Student Council with you, I’m sure I can help you out. Let me have the pages.”
 I tug on them, ignoring his remarks. “No.”
“Yes, Emil. Give them to me.”
“Nuh-uh. Mine.” I pull the paper stack closer to me.
“No, they’re mine. Well, they are yours, but I’m going to help you with them.” Richter tugs back.
“I don’t need your help. I just wanna do it by myself.”
“Give it!”
“Mine!” I pull harder, nearly falling backwards.
“No, they’re mine!”
“Are not!”
“Are too!” Richter tears one of the little pages.
“Are not…”
“Are too!!”

Suddenly the stack splits in half, the agonizing rrrrrriiip echoing throughout the kitchen as papers go flying everywhere, some split into two and others chipped or creased. The force from the tugging sends us both backwards a foot or two.
Richter shoves me against the wall and holds his arm to my neck.
“You idiot! Look what you did! If you had just listened to me, this wouldn’t have happened!!”
 “If you’d have just backed off this wouldn’t have happened, Richter!”
Richter purposely presses harder on my neck, thinning what limited air I have.
 “I hate you…” I gasp. “You miserable little-”
 “Whadda ya want?? I’m in the middle of an insult!!”
“Bring back Emil.”
“Why should I take orders from you?”
“Because Emil will always be better than you because he has a brain and a heart that function properly, unlike you! You worthless chicken egg!!”
 I freeze. “What did you just call me?” I try to contain a laugh.
“…A worthless…chicken egg…” Richter giggles and loosens his grip on my neck.
  “A chicken egg? Really??” I snicker, and he sighs in an attempt to cover up his laughter.
“I don’t know where that came from…” Richter glances around the room. “There’s paper confetti everywhere.”
“Yeah, it’s a celebration. Because I’m a worthless…” I stop in the middle of my sentence to bust out laughing. “C-chicken egg…!!!”
 We both slink to our knees, laughing until our chests hurt.
“What were you gonna call me?” Richter asks.
“Huh?” I blink.
“You started with ‘you miserable little-’ and then I cut you off.”
“Oh, yeah, that. I’m pretty sure I was gonna go with something like ‘you miserable little katydid’ or maybe ‘you miserable little hairball’.”
 “Is that how you see me…?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
We both lie on the cold floor, surrounded my dozens of torn sheets of paper, laughing every so often, our breathing matched as one. Like friends should be.
 “Why…are we doing this…?” Richter stares at me for a moment. I blink.
“I dunno,” I reply. “But I don’t have to do that paperwork, so I can go to bed now!”
 I sigh and try to stay awake, despite the fact that I’m lying on freezing cold wood.
“Wait,” Richter stares at me again. “Aster?”
  “What??” I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass doors to the outside and see my eyes are a dark shade of grayish-green.
 “I said to bring back Emil, but instead you gave me Aster.” Richter pokes my forehead and I try to bite his finger like a dog.
“Look at you. Now you’re Ratatosk. Where’s Emil?”
I flinch at the now red eyes in my reflection.
“He’s lost,” I say without thinking.
“I don’t know.”
“You have to know.” Richter picks up a piece of paper and tears it into tiny little shreds.~~
“Still don’t know,”
Richter blinks at me, tossing the scraps in the air.
“Find him.”
He stands up with little effort and leaves me in the middle of the floor, paper confetti fluttering to the ground around me. I stay motionless and slow my breathing.
The last sheet of paper lands on my chest.
When I fall asleep and everything goes black, the page drifts to the floor, silent as the frigid fall breeze outside.

I wake up in what feels like an instant.
The room is dark and so dead silent I can hear my heart beating. I’m in my bedroom, I know it, because once my eyes adjust everything becomes familiar again.
 I sit up in a flash.
Beside me, on the nightstand where a small, decorative lamp sits, my phone vibrates and glows for a heartbeat.
I stare at the clock on the wall. It’s 2:30 AM exactly.
 “Who the hell…is texting me at 2:30...?” I rub my eyes and unlock the tPhone.

PopTartMartie: Emil???!!
PopTartMartie: Are you there???
(FluffyPersonaX3 has joined the chat)
FlufflyPersonaX3: Marta are you ok??
PopTartMartie: Emil plz help me this is super serious!!!

I stifle a gasp and carry my phone with me as I quickly get dressed.

FluffyPersonaX3: Where are you? What’s wrong? Are you hurt or anything??

There’s a long pause before Marta texts me back, giving me time to run outside in a wooly scarf and thick fall coat. It’s so freezing out I can see my breath fogging up the glass on my tPhone.

PopTartMartie: the café
PopTartMartie: Plz, plz, plz meet me there

I blink, unsure, confused.

FluffyPersonaX3: Marta
FluffyPersonaX3: Why the café?
PopTartMartie: Just hurry Pleeeease!!!

This better be a real emergency, I think to myself with a grimace. I sprint down the sidewalk, past the other dorms, my heart racing.
 Finally I get to the school. I frantically look for the cafeteria, and when I find it I fling open the doors and rush in.

FluffyPersonaX3: Marta, I’m here
FluffyPersonaX3: Where are you?

The cafeteria is near pitch black. The only sounds audible are the clicking, whirring, and humming of the coolers and refrigerators. My only light source is my phone’s dim screen and a distant, eerie green glow from a microwave in the kitchen.
 “Marta!?” I yell into the dark.
My voice echoes through the empty hall, answering itself.
The tPhone vibrates. I unlock it and quickly glance down at the screen.

PopTartMartie: walk forward

A chill runs down my spine.
Can she see me in the dark?
If something or someone is attacking her, how is she able to text me?
And why is it so…quiet??

I unwillingly take a step forward, closer to the first set of tables. Something scuttles past me, in front of my feet. Was it a bug or a mouse; I’m to creeped out to tell.
 “Emi-” Marta’s shriek gets caught in the sound of something, like fabric.
It came from the center of the room.
Suddenly the small, middle set of lights and ceiling fans click on.
 And there is Marta, stuck at one of the tables, hands tied behind her back, a gag in and around her mouth.
I race over to her. Nobody else is in the room, from what I presume.
“Marta! W-who did this to you?”
I whisper-scream, glancing around the room before crouching down to untie her wrists. Her left comes undone first, and with it she takes the cloth away from her mouth, lowering it so it fits loosely around her neck.
“Emil, we have to get out of here and warn the others.” Marta gasps. I untie her other hand and she jumps up from the bench, pulling me into a tight hug.
 “Oh my God…” she whispers, her warm breath tickling my neck. “We have to tell them…”
Marta’s shaking. She looks like she’s about to cry as she lets go of me.
 “Alright, calm down. Who attacked you?” I can feel Ratatosk chomping at the bit to seek out the man who tied her up and give him a good punch to the face.
I tuck a strand of her long brownish-blonde hair behind her ear.
 “I-It was-”
The double doors swing open, hitting the wall and emitting a loud clang. A shadowy figure, unrecognizable due to the lack of light, is in the doorway.
“Hello, my dear friend!”
  The figure says. His voice is unfamiliar.
“What are you doing back here?” Marta snaps. We link hands, a silent agreement not to desert each other.
 “Who is that…?” I whisper to her. She shakes her head no. I’m guessing she has no idea whatsoever. Great.
“Ohh, who’s this cutie, lovely fellow? Did you bring a friend?” The man steps into the light, but I still can’t identify his face. He is definitely a student here. I just know it.
 “Marta…” I elbow her lightly to get her attention. “If your hands were tied behind your back, how were you texting me?”
 Marta cocks her head. “Texting?”
My phone vibrates.
I look down at it. It reads:

PopTartMartie: Hello Emil~

Another chill runs down my spine and I look back up.
The man in the doorway holds Marta’s phone in between his fingers with an evil grin.
 Marta tightens her grip on my arm. I never realized she was hugging it. “My phone…!” She squeals.
The mysterious person removes something from the pocket of his hoodie.
It’s a gun.
He’s going to kill us.
But why? We’ve never intentionally hurt anyone…
Unless Marta has a real score to settle with this guy, I bet we don’t even know each other!
 Without thinking I protectively step in front of Marta. The man just laughs for a moment.
 “Don’t try to be so brave.” he cackles, “I’m not going to shoot you,”
 Behind me I can practically hear Marta’s heart pounding.
The man points his gun to the ceiling, facing it towards the skylight that takes up the majority of it. Through the glass I can see dozens of little stars in the dark night sky. It’s already approaching the time where it gets lighter, but it looks like it’s only 10:00. By now, it’s probably 2:50 at the least.
 “What is he doing?” Marta whispers; I shrug.
He fires the gun.
At the enormous glass skylight embedded in the ceiling.
The bullet lands dead center, leaving millions of little cracks all throughout the crystal-clear glass. Marta now stands to my side, both of us hugging each other for safety.
 “Now you know not to leave your phone where someone can stroll in and take it!” The student giggles. He fires his gun a final time and rushes out the door, disappearing into the hallway after locking the door. He drops Marta’s phone on the ground before vanishing completely.
If only he knew that someone could open it from the outside-
 “Could’ve been worse,” I smile half-heartedly. Marta nods.
I spoke too soon.
All around us, the glass begins falling from the pane in tiny, dagger-like shards. One gently brushes my finger, leaving a scratch.
It starts to bleed within seconds.
“Come on!!” Marta grabs my wrist, pulling me across the room. “We gotta get away from the skylight!!”
 As large chunks of the ceiling begin to fall out we successfully evade the biggest pieces and finally reach the end of the café.
 “Oh, darn, my phone…” Marta sighs. I’m not surprised. She can’t stand a minute without that thing. By now, it’s probably crushed by the caving-in ceiling. I almost feel bad. Then I get an idea.
“We need it so we can call for help,” I reply. “I’m gonna go back there and get it.”
 “No!!” Marta squeals, tugging on my arm. “I mean, it’s fine! Just don’t go back, you’ll get hurt!!”
I wriggle free from her grasp; “I have to,” is my excuse.

I can hear her calling my name over and over as I charge back into the flurry of falling shards. The glass has pretty much stopped falling by now, just some leftover pieces are dropping down every so often. Thankfully it’s less dangerous.
 Her phone is almost in reach. I can see it on the floor by the exit, right where our attacker dropped it. I’m so, so close to picking it up when-
I don’t see the sharp, vertical chunk of glass in front of me until seconds after I lose my balance and fall on it.

A horrible stabbing pain shoots through my eye as I pull myself up off the shard-littered cafeteria floor, tiny skylight remnants embedding into the palms of my hands.
Without thinking, I touch my right eye.
Slowly, almost soullessly, I pull a large piece of glass out of it, biting my lip and trying not to scream from the pain.
 There’s blood dripping down my face, as well as on the shard that now rests in my lap.
 I slink back to the ground, my ears ringing from the sudden silence.
“Emil!!” Marta runs up to me and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay??”
I shake my head no, too close to crying to say anything without choking. Marta swings her self around and sits in front of me, her expression turning from one of concern to one of fear.
 “Y-your eye…!! Oh my God, what happened??”
I can feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness already, so I try to answer the best I can.
It never occurred to me that, when I fell, I landed on a million tiny glass bits.
 That explains why my arms are blood-soaked as well.
I can hardly see anymore; through one eye, my left, everything is blurry. Through the other, the right eye, all I see is red. Just red. Like more blood. Blech.
Marta runs over to grab her tPhone, then scuttles back to me like a crab, and, while holding the phone in her mouth (believe it or not), scoops me up and carries me over to a corner where it’s dark, warm, and cozy.
 She leans me against the wall and quickly texts someone, I can’t see who. Probably Richter or Colette, most likely. My head is throbbing; I close my eyes and try to imagine this is all a dream.
 “Can’t you just use Artes?” I wail, holding my hand over my eye after I brush the teeny shards out of my skin. “It hurts so much!! Make it stop!!” Ratatosk definitely has a say in what I’m feeling right now, as I would never yell at Marta.
Maybe I’m just in too much pain to be nice.
 “Only in the Artes room. The rest of the school has an anti-Artes field.”
 “Then t-take me outside! Just do something!!”
The pain is beginning to spread to the rest of my head, and I wince.
“I can’t move you, either. You’re already blood-covered as it is.”
 Marta brushes my blonde hair (which is now stained red with blood) out of my face and kisses my forehead lightly. It sends painful shocks all over.
 “What’s gonna happen to me?” I whine, blinking back tears from one eye. I don’t dare close the other. There’s blood all over my hands and face. I didn’t think it would bleed so much. The shard must have hit an important vein in my eye.
 “Richter’s on his way with Colette,”
Marta says, stroking my cheek. I think I guessed pretty accurately back there, right on the dot, when I said I thought she was texting Richter or Colette. Wow.
 “When…?” I ask. I feel dizzy. It’s weird trying to talk now.
Marta sighs. “Soon.”

We wait for a good five minutes, Marta talking to me and petting my head to calm me the whole time. When Richter and Colette bust open the doors, Marta’s singing to me.
She turns beet red when they enter the room and instantly silences herself.
“Marta, how’s Emil? We came as fast as we could.” Richter says sternly. Colette nods.
 “I heard he got cut and figured I could be of some use.”
She says with a smile. Marta lets out a relieved sigh.
“Thank you so, so much, guys. Come on, he’s over here.”

Richter and Colette follow Marta over to where I’m comfortably and strategically placed along the wall.
“My gosh…” Richter says as he kneels next to me. “Look at that. Did he fall on a shard of glass or something?”
 “Yeah, actually, it went in my eye.”
I reply, shocking all three of them. They must have thought I was asleep. “And yes, I’m awake. Barely.”
 Colette grins and takes a seat in front of me, reassuringly brushing up against Marta.
“How bad is it?”
“On a scale of one to ten?” I ask. They all nod.
“200 at the least.”
Richter shakes his head and sighs. “This isn’t good.” he mutters. Marta nods in agreement.
“It’s not,” she says. “but you guys are here, so it is.”

It takes about twenty minutes for them to clean the blood around my eye (and everywhere else basically) and put a bandage over it. It’s basically like a crooked bandanna, but it looks more…you know, medical-ish. I’m thankful I don’t have to wear an eye patch or anything, haha. That would be terrible.
 So they manage to get me fully awakened and the three of us hobble back to our dorm. As we walk down the jagged sidewalk, I think to myself, At least I’m still alive!
After that, Colette goes back to the dorm she shares with Lloyd and Zelos. How awkward, hehe! Richter sends Marta upstairs to change, because her clothes got bloody and whatnot from taking care of my wounds.
He stays downstairs with me.
 “So how exactly did you cut your eye?”
He asks, tightening the bandages around it.
“I tripped over something,” I remark, “The glass was sticking out of a crack in the floor. When I fell it went into my eye.”
 Richter sighs, closing his eyes. He’s lucky he can do that with both of them, I think to myself. “Do you remember what he looked like? The guy who shot the skylight down?”
He takes off his jacket and tosses it behind him effortlessly. I shake my head no. “He was wearing a hoodie, so we couldn’t see his face.”
 “But you know it wasn’t a she,” Richter implies hurriedly. I nod. “Yeah.”
Richter freezes. “Hold on,” he picks something off the cuff of my sleeve.
“What’s that?” I ask, too weak to turn my head. Richter waves it in front of me.
  “A strand of red hair.”
I sigh. “Might just be yours,”
“No, look.” Richter holds it to his own head of hair. “It’s lighter than mine.”
  “So you’re saying this could be the same person who killed Yuan?” I shuffle around on the couch anxiously.
Richter nods and flashes me a witty smile.
“We’ve got ourselves a lead.”

Same Day (Sunday)
(Saphir POV :D)

KitKat177: Yo Saphir!!!
KitKat177: Guess who nearly died last night?
(MeowingDinosaurs has joined the chat)
MeowingDinosaurs: Please tell me you died and this is your ghost
KitKat177: I said nearly you freak :I
KitKat177: And no, it wasn’t me.

I silently curse to myself as I try to remove my English muffin from the toaster with much effort.

MeowingDinosaurs: So who was it?
KitKat177: Emil!!
KitKat177: You know, FluffyPersonaX3, from the Symphonia Division?
MeowingDinosaurs: Rlly? He’s so nice, why would anyone try to kill him?

I freeze for a brief moment.
The muffin still remains in the toaster as I wait for Jade to text me back.
There’s total silence.

KitKat177: Read
*In the original layout I had drawn a little chatbox with a picture of the front cover of a newspaper inside it. Since you cannot include pictures like that on dA, try your best to imagine what it looks like when your pals text you a picture. Thanks for your understanding.*
(Saphir Mental Note: “I love how he used After Effects to make the picture look fancy-seat-of-the-pantsy, XwX!!”)

It takes a while to register in my mind, but Jade sent me a picture of the front over of this Sunday’s issue of ‘The Cliffhanger’, the school’s weekend newspaper, written by the ever-successful Colette herself.

The picture comes out blurry at first, but finally the title comes into view.

“Sudden Clues May Lead to the Discovery of Student Yuan’s Killer”

I nearly drop my phone into the toaster.

MeowingDinosaurs: This is incredible!!
KitKat177: Ik! But Emil tho- did you read the other part yet?

I blink unsurely and call up the picture a second time.

The smaller text under the headline describes how the devious capture of Marta and abuse of her tPhone led to Emil coming to her rescue, only for the both of them being sabotaged by a mysterious student of great suspicion.
The article claims he caused the skylight in the cafeteria to collapse and shatter all over the two.
Marta was barely harmed.
Emil lost the use of his right eye.
He slipped on some little glass pieces and a large shard got lodged in his eye.
I wince as I struggle to read onward.
Next it talks about how a strand of red hair was found that can be used to track DNA and find out who set them up.
It may even be the same person who killed Yuan, based on claims about seeing a red-haired student on the cliff with him.

MeowingDinosaurs: Oh my gosh…!
KitKat177: That’s what I said
MeowingDinosaurs: Do the others know
KitKat177: The paper goes to every dorm
KitKat177: So probably ya

I put my phone down on the counter and continue trying to get my breakfast out of the toaster.
I picked a terribly-sized muffin to put in.

My tPhone makes a quiet chirp-like noise, drawing my attention back towards it. Jade wants to Skype. I figure it’d be better than having to reply to texts all the time.
Quickly and without hesitation I answer.
“Sup?” He asks.
“Hey, Jade,” I say loudly, pulling the lever down on the toaster and releasing it in an attempt to fling the muffin out of the device.
 “I can’t believe it. Two weeks into our first year of college and one person’s dead, the other one a total vegetable for the time being.” Jade sighs. I pick up the phone and rush over to the silverware drawer.
“So what are you doing on this lovely morning?”
I inquire, taking out a fork. “Because I am prying my breakfast out of a toaster.”
“This stupid muffin’s too small! It got stuck!”
“I mean, I’m starving right now!” I lower the fork into the slot and begin poking at the muffin.
“This fork isn’t helping either…”
Jade glares at me for a moment.
“Tell me one thing you’re doing wrong.”

I hesitate to say what’s on my mind, but you only live once.
“Talking to you?”
Jade groans and facepalms at my answer. “Something else.”
 I look from my phone to the toaster to the fork in my hand, then back at my phone, and so on.
 “…Putting a fork in a toaster…”
I huff, dropping it into the sink.
“Yes! You’re so smart!” Jade falsely praises me like a child, smiling sarcastically. “What, are you in Kindergarten?”
“Last time I checked,” I say, putting my fingers in the toaster instead, “I was in college and there was a rabid red-haired murderer going around. Thank you very much.”
 “Yeah, about that,” Jade drops his smart-alec tone, replacing it with a serious one. “did you read the whole page?”
  “No, I was kinda too busy texting my friend Jade. You ever met him? He’s a real smartass.”
 Finally I get a firm grasp on the crumbly edge of the muffin. I flick my hand upward as fast as possible, sending the bread flying. It lands perfectly on to a plate.
 “Yes!!” I squeal in delight.
“Achievement get: My best friend is an idiot.”
Jade casually remarks.
 “Oh, very funny. Now back to what happened last night-”
“Hold on!! Luke is texting me something…”
I wait a few seconds.
Jade texts me a screenshot of his chat with Luke and the others.

ImaFonTechGuy: Anise you’re such a slut
TokunagaAni: why thank you deary
DauntlessLukieCake: So Jade
DauntlessLukieCake: Ol’ buddy ol’ pal
KitKat177: Ya?
DauntlessLukieCake: Can you and Saphir meet us at Frogurt or something to talk? I have an idea~
KitKat177: Sure :3
FonicallyAwkward: Luke, how often do you go to Frogurt? Really!
DauntlessLukieCake: Maybe 3-4 times a month
DauntlessLukieCake: But there are exceptions
DauntlessLukieCake: Right Aschy-boy?
Smoke+Asches: DON’T CALL ME THAT
Smoke+Asches: DRECK
SyncaroniAndCheese: xD Your gonna get fat
Tear342: No he won’t :c
NataliaKitten22: He’s a replica
DauntlessLukieCake: ANYWAYS
DauntlessLukieCake: Just meet us there at lunch (Like 12:00)
ImaFonTechGuy: And tell Saphir to come too!!
KitKat177: Okay
KitKat177: Cya ‘yall .3.
(KitKat177 has left the chat)

 “Well then…” I sigh.
“Good thing we all aren’t suspects.”
Jade smiles. I don’t.
 “Luke and Asch are. They both have red hair.”
“What’re we gonna do now?” Jade whines.
 “I say we sit back, relax, and go to Frogurt at twelve.”
I say with an optimistic wink.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

(Luke POV :B)

There’s a knock on the door that scares me out of my thought process.
“Asch!!” I yell. “Someone’s at the door!! Answer it!!”
I hear Asch groan and stomp down the stairs, then the click of the front door opening.
  “Who is it??” I call.
No answer.
I run to the foyer and hide behind Asch.
In the doorway is…Ms. Winter??
What is our Artes teacher doing here?
 I step out from behind Asch and Winter smiles.
“Hi, Luke. How’s your wrist?”
 She asks, her long cyan braid flopping behind her as she turns her head to face me.
 “I-it’s doing better…” I stutter.
I had forgotten about the injury I got from playing football in Phys Ed that I had complained about during Artes the next day. Asch glares at me as if to say, ‘what injury, dreck??’.
 “So, Ms. Winter, uh, why, exactly, are you here?” I ask, trying to sound polite but still get my message across.
Winter’s expression turns grave.
“Did you two read the school newspaper today? They’re automatically delivered to your forms.” She says.
 Asch and I nod. “Yeah. We heard about Emil and how they found a strand of red hair.” Asch replies.
  “Listen, guys…”
Winter pulls us together and looks around to make sure no one is nearby.
“About that red hair. You two have it. That makes you both suspects.” she whispers.
 “What’s gonna happen?” I wail on impulse.
Winter frowns. “They’re running DNA tests on it today at the lab. You two have to promise me you won’t get into any trouble - especially you, Luke - or they’ll have all the more reason to think you did it.”
I blush. I always was a troublemaker.
“Asch, Luke, you two are my best students. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you guys. Without Luke, who would tell all those cheesy jokes?”
 Winter pats me on the head playfully. “And Asch, you certainly know a lot about your Artes. Amazing. You two…”
 She slaps Asch on the back in a friendly manner.
“You two are something special. Don’t let this silly murder mystery snuff out your light.”

Even after Ms. Winter leaves, I can’t help thinking about what she said. The school is going to, instead of narrowing the suspects down by red hair, pick by the students with light-red hair.
 Asch might actually not be a suspect, since his hair is darker than mine.
 I can’t sit still, and constantly squirm about while trying to watch TV in my beanbag chair. Finally I pick up my tPhone and check the time.,
 It’s 11:49. We should all be meeting at Frogurt at 12:00. With a sigh I toss my phone behind me, again, not caring whether I cracked the screen or not.
 I ignore it for a few minutes until I hear it vibrate.
Frantically I scramble out of the beanbag chair and snatch up my phone, unlocking it.
  I got a text.

TalesOfUmessageBoard: **DO NOT REPLY TO THIS MESSAGE**
 Attention Students:
During class tomorrow, Monday, September 29th, a DNA screening/matching assembly will take place. Students similar to the suspect will be individually tested throughout the day.
 Await further instruction.

I blink several times to clear my mind.
DNA test.
In school.
I didn’t kill Yuan, but
what if something goes wrong?
I, for once, am scared.
Tales of University: Chapter Two - Red?
Aaaaaalright, folks! Here it is!! CHAPTER TWO YAAAAY!!
I think this is the first time I've posted chapter two of something on dA.
Let's throw a party.

Alright, we got some new usernames!

FluffyPersonaX3: Emil
PopTartMartie: Marta (of course)
MeowingDinosaurs: Dist/Saphir
KitKat177: Jade

Enjoy it! Leave a like if it doesn't hurt your fingers too much to click that mouse button!!
I'm pretty sure it's supposed to say Christmas is coming, not October.
Well, I'm back at the library again! And I have some wooooonderful news!!!
On Saturday I went to GameStop and got me some Tales of the Abyss and Tales of Symphonia Chronicles
I'm so proud of meeself!!
If you beat Arietta on the rooftops of Choral Castle already PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS ;^; I'm stuck
And on ToS2 Which I am madly in love with, I can't beat that stupid sadist Alice at Asgard.
Not sure if Tales of hates me or just a bad gamer.
So I basically sat around and did nothing.
It looks like it's gonna rain heckfire outside so I can't wait for that.
Seriously, makes me think of METHOD_REPLEKIA_. Aggh.
I have nothing to talk about, other than Tales of University Chapters 2 and 3 are OUUUUUUT!! Woop woop!!
I worked so so hard on them!
Chapter 1 has some MAJOR EDITS so if you read it already plz go back and reread to make more sense of it.
Also, some of you said the IMing/texting was annoying and I have to agree (Sadly) but it contains a lot of evidence leading to the murderer. Sorry.
Emil was here since I keep saying sorry...

Better stop before I die.
I just saw lightning.
Woo hoo.
I gotta feeling that tonights gonna be a good/dauntless night.

Best wishes from Tenebrae as always. Have a happy Icktober thanks to that stupid respiratory virus in 42/50 states here in Kickass Country.
Or at least Ar Ciel.

Happy/IDK Monday!
  ~Lombaxpuppy/Ratatosk/Emil/Ion/Luke/Mieu/Lloyd the Great/Colettie/Martmart/this is getting nowhere
(P.S>>> I have become a shipper thanks to ToA and ToS2. Thanks a lot for ruining my childhood(?)
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: METHOD_REPLEKIA_.
  • Reading: Hymmnoserver's Hymmnos Lexicon
  • Watching: Ar Tonelico Anime because I can rawr
  • Playing: I DONT KNOW GO AWAY T_T
  • Eating: AschLuke
  • Drinking: MOLECULES
Wow...I've been a busy bee lately.
I have a Wattpad account! Go stalk me! It's TalesOfMarshmallow, which is not ironic in any way whatsoever.
So I am at the library again...

My PC is broken.

So Tales of University is on hold until I get my SURFACE PRO 3 FOR CHRISTMAS YESSSS

It's gonna be a fontastic Sniffmas.


I don't have much to talk about. #SociallyAwkward. That's me.
So dA got an makes me want to sneeze.
Maybe that's just because I'm sick again aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

So I have a sorta new fandom, Tales of Vesperia. It's not really NEW...but KINGDOM HEARTS IS YASSSSS
I have been officially dubbed 'Sora' and 'Yuri'. So I have some new names. :3

I am trying to learn Hymmnos but thanks to my MRFN COMPUTER DECIDING TO KICK THE BUCKET D: I haven't been getting too far. :/
At least I have memorized the really fast part of EXEC_over.METHOD_SUBLIMATION ~ee wassa sos yehar

SOOooooo IceheartPB is making me read The Maze Runner.
I'm a Greenie.
For those of u not in the fandom, I'M A NOOB.>>

Go figure. =_=

Five Nights at Freddy's is cool.
Me gusta.

I have not much left to say, other than since I went camping in November, I started Tales of Haunting on Wattpad!
The prologue will be on here SOMEDAY as I promised it would...dammit PC>>>
But it is all Symphonia (Both 1 and 2) because Emil and Lloyd are baes so I need to make them die.

GO AWAY I'M BUSY EATING *Shoves waffle into mouth and glares at you deviouslyyyyyyy*
  • Mood: Obsessed
  • Listening to: ~ee wassa sos yehar IT IS BAEEEEEE
  • Reading: Some Flyuri stuff on Wattypadd
  • Watching: Fullmetal Falcon-mist
  • Eating: Drecks
  • Drinking: Greenies


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Hi There! I like Ice Cream!! I have a YouTube people! (Under Your Website)
( Actually now it's MaplePastaSaurus, m'kay?)
Commishes are closed while HetaGhost is in progress...:O
My Despicable DeviantART Family~~

:iconiceheartpb: : I am her replica and I annoy the living hell out of her.
We've known each other IRL for...I dunno, since the Grathnode Inferia. IDK. (Actually it's about 3-4 years now) xD
We roleplay practically every fandom we fall into~ I hope that's not some kind of disease!!!
:iconRachelTheZarbax: : (Has a new account now BTW) Is one of my many inspirations to PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE MY ART BEFORE I LOSE IT ALLLLL~~
:iconninedarklives: : (Also has a new account now) : One of my first dA friends. I will never forget ya, Morgy! She gets sick a lot, because basically everytime I log onto dA she is sick. Please don't die on meeee~!
She keeps me laughing for too long. She's also the cause of my laughter stomachaches.


Stuff I Draw: NEARLY EVERYTHING MWAHAHA (With the exception of some odd shippings I DO NOT SUPPORT :icondeathstareplz:)

Okay things have changed since I died and went to hell.
I became a shipper.
I support Yaoi.............*forever dots*
Especially within Tales of...*dying whale noises*

My OC Violetmoon, drawn by :iconspice5400:

~Meow Miijei!! <3

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dauntlesscakeisbae Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
HI. ≥►.◄≤
dauntlesscakeisbae Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
i miss u dude :c
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Lombaxpuppy Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
WHY MUST YOU BE SO DIVERGENT :icondeathstareplz:
dauntlesscakeisbae Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
IceheartPB Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist
I miss chuuu! :heart: :heart: :heart: :3
Lombaxpuppy Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
aww das sweet ty
IceheartPB Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014  Hobbyist
Don't talk to me.....
Lombaxpuppy Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014  Hobbyist Filmographer
Can you fav your own art...?

Probably not xD
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