I doubt that. What you actually miss is infecting the message boards with your "friendliness". That's great! I started my first year of university, still trying to figure out my life in the process. Maybe we could consider starting a new Interrogation... (Good idea. I've pinned it under a stack of books for now. )
*the can be seen turning slightly red* We are friendly!
This job kinda serves the same purpose. I doubt I'll stay here long-term; the schedules are too erratic.
I was thinking the same thing. The tough part is the daily question. I'm on every day, but I don't have question ideas. Maybe it should be a weekly question instead.
(That should hold it for a while. )
That outburst just now didn't sound so friendly... I guess it's good for getting experience for now; erratic schedules sound problematic. Yeah, that would be more manageable. The original one ended up with a question every week or two anyway. (It better stay that way, since I don't intend on wearing it anytime soon. )
*the can be seen turning slightly red* We are friendly!
This job kinda serves the same purpose. I doubt I'll stay here long-term; the schedules are too erratic.
I was thinking the same thing. The tough part is the daily question. I'm on every day, but I don't have question ideas. Maybe it should be a weekly question instead.
(That should hold it for a while. )
That outburst just now didn't sound so friendly... I guess it's good for getting experience for now; erratic schedules sound problematic. Yeah, that would be more manageable. The original one ended up with a question every week or two anyway. (It better stay that way, since I don't intend on wearing it anytime soon. )
*the turns fully red and leaves, muttering something about convincing you some day*
And even worse, I don't get my week's schedule until two days before. So it's hard to make plans. And I'll typically be called in one or two times a week.
So it'd be basically the same anyway.
(Are you sure you don't want to wear me for Halloween? )
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Post by HannahDash on Oct 16, 2020 17:59:06 GMT
Chapter 7: A Meeting
I let out a scream. That emote escaped from the box! Nintendo runs out here to see what’s happening.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
I can hardly speak. I point to the writing on the lid.
“Oh, relax! There’s no way the emotes could be ruling the MBs!”
He turns to go back inside, but I’m still staring at the box. I need to figure this out.
“Hey, Nintendo?”
“Yes?”
“Did you see that guy who gave me the earlier? Who was he?”
“Oh, I think that was Krul. Krul150. Why do you ask?”
“He knows something about this. He somehow knew to give me that .”
“Hmm. Okay.”
He goes back inside. I get up, and go looking for Krul’s house. I find it, and knock on the door. Krul opens.
“Oh, hello! Aren’t you that user I gave the to?”
“Yeah. That’s actually what I wanted to ask you about.”
“Let’s talk about it inside.”
I follow him inside and sit down at a table. On the table is a pizza box with two slices left.
“Want a piece?” Krul asks.
“Sure.”
I take a piece, and Krul takes the other.
“So, what were you going to ask me about?”
“How did you know to give me the when the was trying to get in my head? How’d you know what was happening to me?”
“You learn a lot when living with s.”
“You live with them?”
“Yeah. They actually ate most of the pizza. They’re in that room.” He points to a door behind him, at the other side of the room from the table. “Where’s the now?” he asks.
“I gave it to Dumbles, because he wanted to hold an emote. He was cuddling the at first.”
He nods. “Good thinking. Here, I’ll get you another . I have a lot in there.”
He gets up and goes to the door. He opens it, and then stops and gasps. He just stands there as a few s come out the doorway. However, they aren’t interested in Krul. They’re interested in me! I use my sword on them, but it just knocks them back. I turn around to run away, but there are several s waiting for me. They jump up at me and seem to disappear. Where’d they go?
That outburst just now didn't sound so friendly... I guess it's good for getting experience for now; erratic schedules sound problematic. Yeah, that would be more manageable. The original one ended up with a question every week or two anyway. (It better stay that way, since I don't intend on wearing it anytime soon. )
*the turns fully red and leaves, muttering something about convincing you some day*
And even worse, I don't get my week's schedule until two days before. So it's hard to make plans. And I'll typically be called in one or two times a week.
So it'd be basically the same anyway.
(Are you sure you don't want to wear me for Halloween? )
*waves goodbye* Good luck with that. Yikes. o_o Sounds like you have to be very flexible. Pretty much. (Yep, I still have my Creeper mask. Thanks for the tempting offer, though. )
*the turns fully red and leaves, muttering something about convincing you some day*
And even worse, I don't get my week's schedule until two days before. So it's hard to make plans. And I'll typically be called in one or two times a week.
So it'd be basically the same anyway.
(Are you sure you don't want to wear me for Halloween? )
*waves goodbye* Good luck with that. Yikes. o_o Sounds like you have to be very flexible. Pretty much. (Yep, I still have my Creeper mask. Thanks for the tempting offer, though. )
I generally am pretty flexible, so it works. Not something I'd want to live with my whole life, but it works for now.
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Post by HannahDash on Oct 17, 2020 15:22:47 GMT
Chapter 8: The Power of the
Noooo! Get out of my head you evil emotes!
You really think we will obey your commands? No, we will command you.
Never! I will never obey you!
You will see...
I get up and look at Krul. He stares back at me, shaking.
“We are the emotes, and we have returned.”
Wait... that came out of my mouth! Those emotes were right! And I now have no choice but to sit back and watch what they do next...
I leave Krul’s house and go back to the party. I go inside and look around to see what’s changed. Four new users have joined: Emma, Allya, Heracross, and Frodo. Frodo is dressed as a clown.
“Hey, you’re back! Did you find out—Why are you smiling like that?” Nintendo asks.
“That does not matter to you.”
“Oh, I guess so—”
“THE S GOT HANNAH!!” Dumbles screams.
I look around the room, searching for... the next person to feel the power of the . After a second, I spot someone. Benboy. He’s among the three highest-ranked users. He also has that dupe army, which could be useful. I pull out my sword, run up to him, and shoot out a blast of explosion. He’s knocked down. I reach down to grab his arm, but he rolls out of the way and gets up. He steps back and whistles in some special way. A dog jumps inside through an open window. Huh, I didn’t know Ben had a dog. The dog runs up to me and growls. I just push it out of the way with the flat of my sword and continue fighting.
“Why aren’t you afraid?” he asks.
“The s are afraid of nothing. Wait, how’d you know I was scared of dogs?”
He doesn’t respond.
“You’re not Benboy! You’re Nadajay!”
Somehow the costume tricked me. I turn around, and see the real Ben running out the door. I begin to chase him, but then—
BANG!
The gunshot echoes through my ears, and I feel a pain in my leg. I collapse on the floor.
*waves goodbye* Good luck with that. Yikes. o_o Sounds like you have to be very flexible. Pretty much. (Yep, I still have my Creeper mask. Thanks for the tempting offer, though. )
I generally am pretty flexible, so it works. Not something I'd want to live with my whole life, but it works for now.
(I can be a creeper too... )
What kind of career do you hope to pursue in the future? (... Did you just admit to being creepy at times, even though you're supposed to be so friendly? )
I generally am pretty flexible, so it works. Not something I'd want to live with my whole life, but it works for now.
(I can be a creeper too... )
What kind of career do you hope to pursue in the future? (... Did you just admit to being creepy at times, even though you're supposed to be so friendly? )
A fiction author. I've written more stories since this one and I feel I'm pretty good at it. And my mind creates stories.
(Well, you aren't going to be convinced otherwise. And it's a creeper you want, isn't it? )
I continue to lie on the floor, not moving. I can hear, in the background, Crystal is upset at Goomy.
“Why’d you shoot poor Hannah?” she asks.
“I ’ad to! The girl’s gone mad!”
Dumbles runs up to me and shoves the into my hands. The s, which were already starting to go away, leave completely. Dumbles helps me to sit up.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Mentally, yes. Physically... no...”
“She needs help,” Dumbles says, as he gets up. His hand is still on my shoulder, to make sure I don’t fall over.
The door is opened, and Cicada is standing in the doorway.
“What happened in here?”
I try to hold back tears, but I fail. Nintendo, being the creator of the party, speaks up to answer her question.
“It began when some scroll appeared in Hannah’s hands, and she read a story about the emotes. Then Dumbles fell asleep and cuddled a emote. Then Hannah put it in a box, locked it, and threw it in the trash. Then Hannah covered her face and fell on the floor for no apparent reason, but then Krul came in and gave her a emote, and she calmed down. Later, Dumbles woke up, and Hannah gave him the . Then she went outside and screamed, about writing that appeared on the lid of that box. She asked me who was that user that gave her the , so I told her and she left. When she came back, she was smiling creepily and started fighting Nadajay. Goomy ended up shooting her, and that brings us to now. It’s all a big prank, if you ask me.”
Cicada sighs. “This is no prank, Nintendo. We mods have been searching for the emotes for years, and it seems that they’re just now showing themselves.” She looks at me. “Calm down; you’ll be okay. You need to come with me.”
Dumbles points at my leg. “Not sure if she’ll be able to come with you in this condition,” he says.
“We can handle that. She’s safer at the Mod Tower.”
Since I can’t walk on my own, I have to be carried there. Wow, it’s so tall... stretching from the ground to above the clouds. We go inside.
What kind of career do you hope to pursue in the future? (... Did you just admit to being creepy at times, even though you're supposed to be so friendly? )
A fiction author. I've written more stories since this one and I feel I'm pretty good at it. And my mind creates stories.
(Well, you aren't going to be convinced otherwise. And it's a creeper you want, isn't it? )
That's really cool! Do you have a genre you like writing? (Not the kind of creeper I'm looking for. Have you s ever heard of Minecraft? )
A fiction author. I've written more stories since this one and I feel I'm pretty good at it. And my mind creates stories.
(Well, you aren't going to be convinced otherwise. And it's a creeper you want, isn't it? )
That's really cool! Do you have a genre you like writing? (Not the kind of creeper I'm looking for. Have you s ever heard of Minecraft? )
I write mainly fantasy and sci-fi. There's always something in my stories, be it magic or futuristic technology (or both), that makes it be not like the real world. (Real Life is boring. )
(Of course we've heard of Minecraft. And I know that I'm more of a creeper than the Minecraft creepers. So if you want to really be a creeper, I'll be here...)
I didn’t even know that the Mod Tower had a hospital room until a few days ago. Apparently the mods go here instead of some user-run place. Actually, a user is the doctor here, but she’s a Community Helper. FG, to be specific. Users don’t usually go here, but I was told that they let me here because they didn’t want to risk any more incidents with the emotes.
Now, I’m feeling better, but I suppose FG has to make certain that it’s all been fixed. As she’s making her final checks, the door is flung open, and I see my sword, dragging Catwizard in.
“How does it do that? I’d just received orders to give it to the SMC, but then the sword decided to fly in here!”
“It’s an interesting and odd sword,” I say. I look at the sword. “Just come with Catwizard. Why don’t you want to go?”
The sword wriggles out of Catwizard’s hand and flies out of the Tower. Weird sword. Catwizard shrugs and leaves the room, but he seems a bit nervous. As he leaves the room, WA comes in.
“Is she ready yet?” WA asks.
FG looks up from a computer screen. “Yep, she’s good to go!”
I get up, and WA leads me to a room many floors down. It appeared to be a room for interrogating banned (or soon-to-be-banned) users, but I was told that the mods didn’t have any intentions of banning. I sit down in one chair, and WA sits down in the other one across the table.
“I’ll get right to the questions. What happened after you put that emote in the box, and what happened at Krul’s house?” WA asks.
“Firstly: The emote was trying to get into my head. Saying things such as, ‘Maybe the just wants to be your friend’, and ‘We’re just happy little emotes’... Secondly: I asked Krul how he knew these things, and he told me that he lived with s. He went to get me one, but instead found s, and several jumped at me at once.”
WA nods. “This is worse than we thought... You can go now.”
As I leave the room, MKM comes in, and talks with WA. They sound alarmed. I resist the temptation to listen and leave the Tower.
That's really cool! Do you have a genre you like writing? (Not the kind of creeper I'm looking for. Have you s ever heard of Minecraft? )
I write mainly fantasy and sci-fi. There's always something in my stories, be it magic or futuristic technology (or both), that makes it be not like the real world. (Real Life is boring. )
(Of course we've heard of Minecraft. And I know that I'm more of a creeper than the Minecraft creepers. So if you want to really be a creeper, I'll be here...)
Those are my favourite genres! A mix of magic and technology sounds intriguing. (I think that's what makes fantasy and sci-fi appealing to read: it provides an escape from real life. ) (No thanks, I'll take not being mind controlled by a creep over a creepier Halloween mask. )
I write mainly fantasy and sci-fi. There's always something in my stories, be it magic or futuristic technology (or both), that makes it be not like the real world. (Real Life is boring. )
(Of course we've heard of Minecraft. And I know that I'm more of a creeper than the Minecraft creepers. So if you want to really be a creeper, I'll be here...)
Those are my favourite genres! A mix of magic and technology sounds intriguing. (I think that's what makes fantasy and sci-fi appealing to read: it provides an escape from real life. ) (No thanks, I'll take not being mind controlled by a creep over a creepier Halloween mask. )
Typically I use just one or the other. Sometimes they mix, such as in a superhero story or the one where I'm combining multiple worlds. (and maybe this one if laser guns count as futuristic tech )
(Yeah, I think you're right.)
(Having no good reply, the only stares, giving you its most charming smile. )
?” he asks. Oh no.
that I was given. He takes the 
?” he asks. Oh no.
that I was given. He takes the 
I started my first year of university, still trying to figure out my life in the process. 
I've pinned it under a stack of books for now. 
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turns fully red and leaves, muttering something about convincing you some day* 