AN: Hey guys… I'm going on break. No, I'm not dropping this, no this isn't a hiatus. School's just really hard right now and since I'm almost done with it, I just decided I'll post when school's done. I just wanted to get this out and flex the old writing muscles… This isn't the original chapter by the way, just something I cooked up in a few hours.
WIthout further adieu, welcome to NON-CANON (I feel like I gotta scream in your ear that this is NON-CANON) James' adventure at Rizz Academy!
"UUUUGGGGHHHHHH…." James groaned out, fiddling with the buttons of his white uniform. He seemed to have eyebags and slouched as he walked with his backpack slung around his shoulders. "Wow, what the hell's up with you today?" Angel Dust inquired, looking down on James and seeing his grouchy mood.
"I accidentally ate a honey packet."
"...Do you mean–"
"Yea, I'm talking about exactly what you think. I thought it was candy when I bought it, but, you know… It wasn't."
"So you're telling me you bought a sex gummy and didn't think twice about eating it whole?"
"…I thought it was candy…" James leaned his head down ashamedly as Angel brought his head back with laughter. "No way, no fucking way! I didn't think you were the brightest, but this shit is ridiculous!" James eyed Angel, who was still laughing like nobody's business.
"Wait, wait, wait, you're telling me you're hard… Right now as I'm talking to you?" James gained a slight blush and refused to look Angel in the eye. "... I plead the fifth on that." Angel immediately went quiet, something James was thankful for, but didn't notice the slight look of… hunger in Angel's eyes.
'I guess this is just another day at Rizz Academy.'
Soon James and Angel got to the school, walking in and navigating amongst thousands of other kids. One had wild blonde hair and a tank top while holding a dog that had a piece of shrapnel that suspiciously looked like a chainsaw and was talking to a shy girl with black hair and a conservative dress. Another was a green-haired kid covering his face while blushing at a round-faced brunette that was smiling while talking to him.
Despite the quirky cast of characters, James simply wanted to go to class and sit down, hopefully not having anyone see mini-James standing at attention. However, James' life is but a comedy skit, and as soon as he tried to enter the doors, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar.
"Hey, short, dark, and handsome, where do you think you're going? You promised to help me choose my outfit for prom." Angel Dust said, quickly dragging James upstairs with a large grin on his face, his golden tooth being exposed. "C'mon, Angel, it's the beginning of the day. Besides, I already have to do other stuff with Charlie, Vaggie, Amery, and Nifty."
"Oh, relax. It's not like they'll disappear. Besides, it's just a quick outfit review, 10 minutes tops." Angel nonchalantly said as he continued to drag James upstairs, bringing him to the storage room of the drama club, where a single chair sat in front of a closet, Angel closing and locking the door behind him.
"UGH, fine."
-2 Hours Later-
"Alright, Darkside, what do you think?" Angel came out of the closet (ironic) with a dress that more resembled lingerie. Only two straps were covering his body and were mainly loose on his chest fluff that looked like boobs. His bottom half was also barely covered up, lacy panties being worn that revealed nothing at the front but were being severely stretched at the back, his butt making the panties hold on for dear life.
Meanwhile, James was sitting there, serene as a monk with his eyes closed. "Angel… If I open my eyes and you're wearing lingerie again for the THIRD TIME IN A ROW. I swear to God I fill FUCK YOU."
"...Do you mean fuck you up?"
"I'll give you 5 seconds."
"5."
"4."
"3."
"2."
"1-" Before James could finish counting down, he felt a weight in his lap. Opening his eyes, he saw Angel Dust facing him while sitting on his lap, a look of lust in his eyes as one of his hands snaked up to James's chest and fondled his muscular chest.
"Oh, no, I'm still wearing lingerie… I wonder what you'll do to me."
"..."
-Another 2 hours later-
It was not lunchtime in Rizz Academy as two best friends walked down the hall to the drama club. One had snow-white hair along with baby blue eyes and round, expensive-looking shades. The other one has bright pink hair along with tattoos and sharp features.
"I'm telling you, bro, she was totally into me!" The one with white hair said.
"She only acknowledged you because you're 6 feet… I'm 5'11; we're practically the same height!" The one with tattoos and pink hair roared out.
"Hey, Fukuna, don't get mad just because you're poor, ugly, broke, stinky, don't wash your hair, have bad breath, don't brush your teeth, goon every day, and are racist and homophobic."
"...That was ten things, right? Well, how about you take these ten shadows! WITH THIS TREASURE I SUM–"
"-- W-w-wait, Fukuna, Fukuna, do you hear that?" The white-haired man puts his hands in a placating gesture as he confusedly looks around. Fukuna also put his hands down, looking around and trying to listen to whatever the white-haired man was talking about.
Plap, plap, plap.
"Yeah, you're right. Saboru, it sounds like clapping… And it sounds like it's coming from the drama club!" At this point, Fukuna completely forgot his anger, now more focused on the weird sounds. "You want to go check it out?"
"You read my mind, Saboru."
The two friends begin to approach the drama room, opening the door as the claps become more pronounced and words can be heard.
"Fuck… Ruining my prostate!"
The friends looked at each other and back at the room, going to the closet where the sound was emanating from, putting their ears to the door, and feeling the vibrations.
"H-h-how the f-f-f-fuck do you still have this much s-s-stamina! It's been h-h-h-hours~~!"
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
Fukana stepped back immediately. "...Bro, I think we should go."
Saboru blinked. "Yeah, you want to get Chipotle?"
"Say less. You're buying, though."
"Like hell I am."
"You owe me, Gofo."
"From what?"
"From when I introduced you to that girl."
"That wasn't a girl, Fukana; that was a femboy."
"Game is game, lil' bro."
"Whatever, gay-ass. You want to hang out with Yuji and the others?"
"Ew, no! I don't know what you see in that brat."
"He's your cousin, bro."
"Doesn't mean I have to like him. Besides, you act the same way I do to that Yufa kid."
"That's different from this. I push Yufa because I see his potential; you just fuck with your cousin for no reason. We are not the same."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least that Okkotsu brat has a girlfriend and is strong."
"Oh, I completely forgot about that!" And just like that, ignoring the gay sex coming from the closet, the two quickly walked out as Saboru started to call up Yufa. The phone rang a couple of times before Yufa picked up.
"Y-y-yeah, Gofo?" Yufa asked, sounding very tired. "Yoooo, Yufa, why do you sound so tired?" The phone went silent for a second before Yufa started to talk again. "I'm… making mashed potatoes, Gofo."
Gofo and Fukuna both looked at each other skeptically. "Yufa, what are you doing right now?" Yufa went silent again before a new, more feminine voice was picked up on the phone.
"I'm still ovulating, Yufa; don't make me remind you about how your break is only 30 seconds."
"S-s-sorry, guys, I have to go!" Yufa quickly hung up the phone, leaving Gofo and Fukuna looking at each other.
"Man… Why's everyone having sex but not us?" Gofo complained, his glasses almost falling off of his face as Fukuna smirked at him. "I mean, I could change that."
"Dude, Fukuna, I'm straight."
"I've made straighter noodles wet after I've touched them in their special places."
"..." Gofo deadpan stared at Fukuna, who was still smirking at him.
"...You aren't touching me, bro."
"Deadass?"
"Deadass."
The next few hours were full of people getting out of the way of Gofo Saboru being relentlessly chased by his friend, Lyomen Fukuna trying to touch him.
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THE END.
AN: This nigga DevilDragonZ be pissing me off, he got the same kind of story just repeating them. It's this tough rough guy, "I kill people, I do the killings." ahh person who suddenly gets a system and then after like 30 chapters, he locks everything and inflates the chapter count by just releasing like 100 "chapters" of Go To My PaTrEoN GuyS FoR MoRe ChaPtErS! He even artificially pumps out the chapters before he locks them by just spewing out random shit! Worst of all, he doesn't even allow criticism, he just calls anyone who rightfully calls him out for his stupid practices and just general critiques of his writing, cucks and broke??? What the fuck is this nigga talking about!?!?!
Tldr: Fuck DevildragonZ boycott that nigga's stories.