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Part 4 of Frantic Fanfic Solo
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Published:
2026-09-10
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391
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1/1
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Draw time

Summary:

Jimmy rings and Clef from unbeatable draw together for about like 15 sentences.

Notes:

The fourth frantic fanfic solo, I think. I actually had a bit of time to write this one, so its the first one where the time limit was five minutes, yeah, more words good, like this run on sentence, good.

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Jimmy rings and Clef sat at a table, a vast array of drawings, most of which were dubious quality, were arrayed out on said table.
Jimmy had a green crayon in his hands, he was trying to draw his hot alien spy girlfriend, who was a cool as spy, and had super powers.
Clef on the other hand, was drawing out a scratchy drawing in the span of a few seconds, then throwing it aside, and starting again.
"Hey." Clef grunted to the grown man sitting besides her.
"What?" Jimmy asked.
"What the fuck are we doing here?"
"I dounno." Jimmy rings replied, going back to his crayon drawing. Clef stared at him, angrily flipping a drum stick in her hands.
A ball of paper bounced off of Jimmy's head.
"Bro, what the he double hockey sticks?" Jimmy grumbled.
"Entertain me." Clef retorted.
"What?"
"I'm boreeed, there's nothing to do but draw here."
"Well, drawing is one of the best, most amazing things that you can do as a human." Jimmy responded, thinking back to when the UNSC implanted a micro chip in him so he couldn't feel shit for whatever reason.
"You should learn to appreciate it more."
Clef eyes narrowed, and she started humming off key, tapping the table in front of her.
Assuming the conversation was over, Jimmy went back to drawing.
A second paper ball bounced off of Jimmy's head.
This time, Jimmy didn't respond, just continued his work. After about ten paper balls, Clef decided to go and see what Jimmy was drawing instead.
Clef tried to hold her laughter, well ok maybe tried is too strong of a word. The drawing was a stick figure, with massive boobs and hips, it reminded Clef of something a middle schooler would draw.
"Oh my god." Clef gasped, recovering from her laughing fit. At this point Jimmy was in tears, partly because it reminded him of all that trauma he has in the halo show.
"Iii-t's not that b-bad!" The man stammered. But Clef wasn't listening at this point.
"HEY TREBLE!" Clef yelled.
"WHAT?" A voice in the distance yelled back.
"COME HERE!"
"WHAT?" The voice yelled back, getting closer and louder.
"COMMEEE HEREEE-"
"Oh hey." Clef said to the boy now standing next to her.
"Look at this shit."
Treble snorted at the sight of the drawing.

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