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John’s day, scratch that, his week was ruined because of two idiots. He got a 66 on the presentation, all because he absolutely butchered the delivery. Everything else was perfect, hell, he could’ve gotten an 85 if it weren’t for those two.

His presenting skills were only lacking because the redhead and his friend kept him up all night with horrible singing. Who the hell even plays Britney Spears at 3 a.m.?

Dragging himself out of class, John walked down the halls towards where he knew the two idiots were likely to be together.

John entered the Safe House, and immediately situated himself in the corner of the room, shooting daggers at Isen and Blyke.

Isen feels an unnatural sense of dread wash over him. He turns to look behind him, only to find John smiling threatening at the root of all his issues. John decides to mess with the journalist, temporarily activating his ability, if only to freak the other out.

Isen, panicking from across the room, sweats nervously and shrinks into his chair a little, before elbowing Blyke. 

"Ow- Dude, what the fuck?"

Blyke rubs his side, wincing at the injury. He whips his head towards Isen, pissed, only to find him not even looking at his victim of physical assault.

He looks at whatever object Isen’s eyes were fixated on, and shivers as his eyes met bright orange.

‘Ah, fuck. John’s pissed. I thought The Spoon was enough…’

Both of them continue to stare at John who looks downright furious, hoping he won’t punch anything if they keep their eyes on him. John grabbed his paper and waved it next to his face, showing a bright red 66 on it. Isen gulped and slowly scooted towards Blyke. They wince in unison as John pointed at the “Presentation: 15" part of the sheet circled.

”…Do you have any idea on how we can solve this without getting our asses beat?” He whispered, trying to read John’s expression.

Blyke tore his gaze off of John, to look at Isen in exasperation.

”No?? Dude, you’re the one who brought the speakers, knowing John was my roommate. You started the issue, you solve the issue.”

Isen sputtered a bit, before crossing his arms and glaring right back at him, getting slightly defensive.

”Wh- Well, you went along with it! Encouraged it, even. How’s it my fault you decided to sing? You chose the song, for fuck’s sake!”

”Huh?! What do you mean? Is it suddenly my fault you were an idiot? Why are you suddenly blaming me?! I wonder who was the genius that suggested KARAOKE OF ALL THINGS AT THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING?!”  

“HEY, YOU WENT ALONG WITH IT! YOU DIDN’T EVEN WARN ME YOU AND JOHN’S CLASS HAD A PRESENTATION THAT DAY, HOW THE HELL, WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”

”ARGH, FUCK YOU!”

Isen and Blyke stood up at the same time, and Blyke gritted his teeth in anger, maintaining a harsh glare that Isen returned. Others in the room muttered nervously at the yelling and watched the argument happen, wondering what was even happening. Nobody was particularly excited to see a major fight between high-tiers break out in what was supposed to be a Safe House. 

Seraphina sighed and put down her cards.

‘Why do these two always manage to rile up the other?’

She walks up to the crisis zone, which now had Isen grabbing Blyke by the shirt, and Blyke clutching the hand that held him up while looking absolutely livid. Blyke’s eyes glowed bright yellow, and Isen had powered up, winded up a hand, ready to punch back if needed.

Right before things escalated further, Sera kicked the two of them in their stomachs hard, and watched as they doubled over in pain.

”You two need to calm down. I dunno what the hell it is this time, but in case you forgot, this is a Safe House, and you two fighting is the last thing people want in one. Alright? Good.”

Sera then promptly turned on her heels and walked back to her card game, in which she was most certainly going to win in.

John barely stifled a laugh at the two’s expressions.

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Later that evening, Blyke was working on an essay. His mind kept drifting to John from earlier that day.

‘If I don’t make it up to him soon, the next time I f*ck up, John will wipe the floor with my face.  How the hell does someone make up to John of all people?? ARGH, the guy’s so hard to read!’

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by something colliding with the dorm’s door. Hard. Curious as to what the fuck was even happening, he opened the door to Zeke beating up another low-tier kid.

…Blyke smirked.

After de-escalating the situation (Shooting lasers near Zeke’s face and scaring him off), he pulled out his phone and messaged Isen.

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#1 idiot

Weeb: bro

Weeb: i know how to make it up to john 

Weeb: get online bitch ass 😃@#1 idiot

#1 idiot: What.

#1 idiot: (¬_¬)

#1 idiot: Dude hurry up and tell me, I need to finish my paper

Weeb: the paper can wait

Weeb: wait since when did you start using the symbol emoji things

#1 idiot: Remi

Weeb: fair enough

Weeb: anyways

Weeb: you know zeke?

#1 idiot: Who doesn’t

#1 idiot: He’s been written about so many time by the newspaper, me included (눈_눈)

Weeb: K well

Weeb: you know how john hates the dude

Weeb: and i caught zeke beating up another kid today

#1 idiot: Are you saying what I think you are 

#1 idiot: I’m down for it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#1 idiot: Dibs on the song choice tho

Weeb: deal. 

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Isen ran to Blyke’s dorm with a brand new speaker and a drone with video recording features. Beating up Zeke was surely going to be the top article for a while, so he can’t afford to miss a recording.

He managed to make it there in record speed, Blyke waiting at the entrance. Even he seemed surprised at how fast Isen ran when an opportunity presented itself.

”*Huff* D-did you.. Convince… *Huff* John— ye-yet?”

Sprinting across the dorms with a huge speaker in 30 seconds wasn’t the best idea, and it took a lot out of him, but Isen really couldn’t give less of a fuck if it meant a top article. 

Blyke stared at the gasping man in front of him, unimpressed.

“…Dude, you didn’t need to run so fast. I’m pretty sure you scared a bunch of people shitless with that speed— but yeah, John’s coming. If we fuck this up he’ll murder us, but he’s agreeing for now.”

“G-good.” Isen managed to get his breathing under control slightly.

”Now, we just need to get the asshole here as well… Fuck, I forgot about Zeke!” Blyke facepalmed.

They were so done for.

Isen smiled smugly and whipped out his phone, typed something, and put it back.

”Not to worry, your buddy Isen has connections! ;)”

”…Did- how the fuck did you say that out loud???” 

“Wellll— that’s a secret Blyke! Gimme $20 and the video you have of Arlo dancing, then and only then, we will talk.”

”Hell no!”

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Zeke opened his dorm room to get handed a note by some random mid-tier, who immediately ran away after.
When he wasn’t looking, she snapped a photo of him holding the note and sent it to Isen.

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Isen

//////: *Confirmation.png*

//////: Done :)

Isen: Alright thanks

Isen: (〜￣▽￣)〜

Isen: How do I owe you???

//////: Get me dirt on someone by next monday

Isen: Do I know them?

//////: Gavin.

Isen: Deal! ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

//////: tf Isen???

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“Alright guys, I got him!” Isen cheered. He looked up from his phone, with an unimpressed John staring right back at him.

”Are you going to tell me what this is about? Because I swear if you two pull a prank on me, I will force a bottle of glitter glue so far down your fucking throats you’ll both be shitting rainbows for the next two weeks.”

Blyke turned to John and raised an eyebrow. 

“Can you not be so pissed? We promised it was something you’ll like, remember? Calm down, Edgelord.”

“Fuck off.”

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“Why the fuck, is Zeke here?” John turned his head towards Isen and Blyke, who were preoccupied with setting up the drones and speakers. 

”And why are you holding a gallon of Sprite like an idiot Blyke???”

“For fun, later. Chill out, John.”

Zeke turned around to the commotion and paled at the sight. He had gotten a letter saying that someone wanted to challenge him, but he wasn’t expecting John, Blyke, and Isen to be fighting him!

‘Shit, did I do something wrong earlier? Wait, no the fuck I didn’t. All that happened was beating up the idiot that got in the True King’s way! ME!”

“Hey Zeke. We noticed you were still going around beating people up and saying you were the strongest here. See, us three don’t really appreciate that, and you keep harassing people even though we told you to knock it off.” 

Isen nodded at Blyke’s words, while John just stood there, confused.

”So uh, we’ve decided to beat some sense into you : )” 

John glances at Isen with an equal mix of confusion and horror. 

‘HOW DID HE SAY A SMILEY FACE OUT LOUD?? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??’

“Hey, John. Just a heads up, Isen’s most likely recording everything, so we’re going to try and get something hilarious in there. Here, have a cup.” Blyke whispered to him, shuffling slightly closer.

He hands John a stack of red silo cups, and grins.

Zeke’s nerves only grew as he watched Blyke hand something to John, and he tried to salvage the situation.

”W-WAIT! WHAT DID I DO?! I— JOHN, WE’RE ALLIES, REMEMBER?? BUDDIES FOR LIFE!”

“…Buddies for Life? Yeah right, BITCH! LIKE ANYONE WOULD EVER LIKE YOU!”

Isen yelled back, throwing a cup with deadly precision straight at the forehead, knocking Zeke back a bit. And then proceeded to throw three more cups right after, each aimed straight at the head.

Blyke’s grin grew as he darted behind Zeke, and threw a cup right at the back of his head. Zeke stumbles forward, clutching his head in pain.

“SHAKE THESE OFF, ASSHOLE!” Blyke then grabbed the Sprite bottle laying next to the speakers, unscrewed it, then threw it as hard as he could at Zeke.

Zeke then proceeds to be very uncool and scream a jumble of swears and slurs at them.

Nobody heard, of course, since the chorus was playing and Isen was singly obnoxiously loud.

Isen was busy belting the lyrics out while chucking the cups at Zeke at inhumane speeds thanks to his ability.

John, who really needed an outlet for his anger, copied Isen’s ability and threw with all his power a cup straight towards Zeke’s d**k, and then just hurled the rest at the doubled over figure.

Zeke eventually passed out when John threw one too hard at the head.

”Whoops. I think we went a bit overboard.” Isen stared down at the unconscious body for a bit, glancing back at Blyke who was picking up the cups.

John started to walk back towards the dorms, and Isen sighed in relief. 

’Oh my fucking GAWD, that actually worked. Apparently beating up Zeke is a favourite pastime of everyone here. Noted.’

Isen proceeded to take out the remote and got the drone back to the ground. He reviewed the footage a bit, satisfied with the results.

’Ooh boy, the press is going to have a field day with this one!’

Blyke deadpanned as his best friend grin like a madman while staring at his phone.

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THREE WEEKS LATER

Isen grinned as he looked around the school.  The students were all reading the paper, laughing at Zeke’s misfortune. Some others went onto YouTube and found the video he posted earlier that day. It somehow reached 30k views. Seems like even people from outside of Wellston found it funny.

Even the goddess herself Seraphina found it entertaining! There really isn’t much more that he could ask for. As he walked down the halls, people he didn’t even know looked at him in respect. Hell, Arlo said the article was well written. Isen had a feeling Arlo was just happy to see Zeke getting humiliated publicly. 

Isen heard footsteps quickly approaching him, and before he could react he was tackled down by one (1) ugly Re-coloured John.

“DUDE, YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT. THE VIDEO YOU MADE IS ON THE NEWS! LIKE A LEGIT BROADCAST MAN! HOLY SHIT!”

Isen gaped at his best friend and stared for 10 seconds straight, before looking down and googling it as fast as he could.

“No way bro…” he muttered as his fingers scrolled through the various YouTube links.

”YES WAY! By the way it’s that one right there.” Blyke peered over Isen’s shoulder and pointed at a random link.

Isen stood silently in the middle of the hallway with Blyke hanging off his side as he waited for the video to load. When it finally did, he couldn’t believe his eyes. 

WELLSTON STUDENTS TEACHES FELLOW PEER A LESSON

“Wellston High, (or whatever it’s called i forgor) a prestigious school filled with talented individuals, recently had a video of four students featured in a video titled: “Dumb Idiot gets Karma”. 

The video shows three teens, all supposedly high-tiers, using plastic cups as a method to discipline a narcissistic bully who insults everybody around him. As you can see from previous clips and articles from the school newspaper, this problematic child is notorious for engaging in unnecessary and inappropriate violent behaviour.

It is very refreshing to see people who are very strong, putting the teen in his place. Unfortunately, we cannot play the video itself, as it also features the song: “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift, but we encourage everyone to go watch it themselves. Please remember to respect those stronger than you, as they are always trying their best to keep you safe. This is Katelyn Hem, from Channel 4.”

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“They definitely butchered the story. How did it go from “bully that has no brain and faces no consequences gets his ass handed to him” to “Respect the Hierarchy kids!” Blyke mocked.

“You’re the one who suggested it to me, why are you acting like you haven’t watched it yet?” 

“HEY! I saw the link and ran here to tell you so we could watch it together! So sorry I didn’t watch it while sprinting across the school.” Blyke frowned.

Isen only ran a hand through his hair.

“Ghhhhhh, whatever man. Do you think John’s seen it yet?”

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“HAHAHA— HOLY SHIT SERA LOOK!” John laughed as he sent Seraphina another meme on the recent event.

”When did this even happen John?” Sera questioned, stifling a laugh with her hand.

“Just a few days ago. Isen probably recorded it for the school papers and it got leaked outside or something. Not that I mind, THIS IS HILARIOUS!”

”Hey John, I found another photo of Zeke.” Sera laughed as she shows her phone screen, revealing Zeke photoshopped as a clown.

The duo continued to show each other jokes and Memes from the internet on the roof, laughing as the next one was sent.

They missed first and second period that day.