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Gold Ship sighed, laying in her bed as Stay Gold was out of the dorm again. She had been laying down there for quite some time. Staring at the individual lines on the ceiling, she noted how there was at least more than one of the little dents that popcorn ceiling made. It felt off-putting for Golshi. It wasn't like her to just lay down randomly for no apparent reason other than to annoy someone or do some tomfoolery. Remembering all of the times she had trolled Stay Gold in this room, it made her extremely reminiscent of the past. The past where she was able to go at her friends with peace and love on her mind. She would go outside and make someone irritated at her for a measly small prank, but there was nobody to trick!
Sure, she could so well go outside out of her room and march over to the Miho Dormitory and pull out a water gun on Nakayama Festa. She would totally enjoy doing something like that and Nakayama would too. However, even if she even so attempted her antics, everybody knew that it was going to be her. Everyone would see the red silk clothes, the lunchbox hat on top of her hair, and her conveniently big sack to kidnap someone yet it wouldn't suffice to her at all anymore. Nakayama Festa would immediately clock in that it was her who did it. Tosen Jordan would immediately clock that Gold Ship was behind it all. Everyone would know the uma behind the slaughter.
That thought petrified her as she rolled around on her bed filled with a bunch of toys that would make others laugh. She could use the whoopie cushion right next to her head on the student council. She could use a rope to tie someone and watch her do the most random things imaginable as she made some funny quips towards her victim. She could even use the sack that she was laying on top on. She could use everything around her, yet she couldn't even take a glance at her friends before they realize that they were about to be bamboozled. At this point, it was inevitable that the people around her would leave the vicinity as if they were also about to prank her. Fortunately, she was insanely good at trivial topics but that never sufficed. Gold Ship would never be able to pull off her precious bits like before ever again.
Golshi reached for her phone across the big sack, expecting herself to go doomscrolling on Umatter again. This had become a common occurrence with her and it was something that she wasn't particularly proud of, but it was something that did pass the time. She could send funny tweets about certain topics to her friends. She could even make an alt account and spam Mejiro McQueen with funny edits where she could point at herself and say the words "that me, pure aura." Fairly enough, McQueen was able to easily piece together that it was Gold Ship from the beginning for some odd reason. But that was besides the point. She was going to scroll down, see her edits, and find nothing but just her friends and family members on her for you page.
She flicked on her phone, staring at the screen without any type of brain activity inside of her. It was time for her brain to turn off. It was time for her to discover new accounts that her friends had followed. Yet, as she scrolled, her thumb stopped as she noticed something that was of intrigue to her. Her eyes raised as she stared at it intently. It was a tweet from anonymous for some type of confession account. It said the words:
"lowk there's this girl that i've been really pining on lately. admin-chan please help i don't go outside of my room often!!!"
A dire situation from someone who acts like a vampire? Sounds like Rulership! Didn't realize there was a confession account on this campus. Seemed a bit strange how she just didn't know about it until now. She stared at the profile, seeing how it's been active for a while. Everyone knew about this account didn't they? Was this the fates distracting her again? It should be nothing that she should be worried about. It's not like anyone wanted to crush on her anyways and she didn't really have any ideas on having a romance happening soon. She slowly started to tap away from the account itself, remembering to keep an eye on the account to make some notes on who could be running it and become this "admin-chan" herself. Would be a funny prank as she chuckled to herself.
Her thumb stopped before she decided to scroll away to continue doomscrolling. Her mouth became agape, not wanting to close it as she kept staring at the message again. She decided to tap back into the account and ogle at the bio itself.
This account allowed you to submit a submission with a link, allowing you to post on the account somewhat instantaneously. More and more submissions were flowing through as she kept updating the page itself. She decided to tap on the link itself, opening another page to another website on Umatter. Her eyes kept raising more and more as a smile started to form underneath her lips. While she didn't know the account existed way before the day she had found it, there was something to be gained from this incessant doomscrolling. She had an idea forming on the insides of her brain.
What if she made an account just like that? Except, instead of confessions, it was for prank submissions on other classmates throughout Tracen Academy?
Her neurons were firing as chemical reactions inside of her were starting to explode as a big grin was formed underneath the shadows. She looked around for anything that would be of great importance to her as she got herself up from her laying position. This was the perfect opportunity to do her pranks but in a more anonymous way! This could be the big breakthrough that she would have for something amazing! A way to get away from being noticed on sight and a way to immediately be able to prank others without any suspicion! All she had to do was find that laptop and get started with her account making business.
There was a laptop underneath Stay Gold's bed. Usually, it was both for her and for Golshi to use. Stego never really minded her using that laptop so she immediately leaped for it like a rabbit, snatching it away from the dust of whatever was inside of her roommate's adventures. Opening it up, she went with quick pace to the Umatter website, stumbling a few times and getting a few viruses that never seemed to infect this laptop but someone else's for some reason. She went to the account creation page and stared at what handle that she could use for her pranks.
@prankemacademy - Seemed a bit too weird and off putting for her.
@tagoldenpranks - That may be too off the nose that it belonged to Gold Ship.
Picking a name was the hardest part out of every single thing in the world! Gold Ship couldn't think of a great name. She paced around for a bit, leaving the laptop on the floor as it caught dust from the breeze coming by. Of course it couldn't be similar to that account, she wouldn't run a confession account and it shouldn't be similar of course because of plagiarism. She knew that in rule 06.17 that if a student was caught doing something similar to another student's work, there was the possibility that she could be expelled! That was never really applied because races are technically similar work but her point stands.
Wait. She had gotten it. A huge sigh of relief came upon her as she went down towards the floor, putting the laptop on her lap as she began typing out the handle and bio for her new Umatter account.
Tracen Prank Service!
@tracenprankservices
You need someone to prank on campus, ya got your good old admin-chan behind this account! Hit me with them requests; it's on the house!
Link
A job well done indeed. She laughed maniacally as she inputted a picture of one of her old, forgettable pranks in another campus. No photo of a face, no foul. It was just a picture of one of the old whoopie cushions on a cheer with badly photo shopped text that said the words "Tracen Academy." It didn't matter. Gold Ship got the job done pretty well. Maybe a bit too well as she was starting to hear someone open the door towards the hallway.
Stay Gold had returned from her trip from wherever she goes. She had a bit of a confused, but optimistic look as she stared at Gold Ship. She decided to wave at her with Golshi doing the same thing with that smirk on her face.
"Ah, Golshi," Stego said, moving a bit closer to her, "Whatcha doing on the laptop?"
They looked at each other eye to eye with Golshi rotating the laptop so that it would be easier for Stay Gold to see.
"You're going to love what I'm about to show ya," Gold Ship chuckled to herself.