Showtime.
Authors Note: Guys, I have been postponing this long enough, it is time I get another chapter out. I don’t wanna skip over it, because it would take away from the story experience. I don’t wanna write it though, because I am kinda bad at dynamic action. It will be hard for me to write about all these characters being active and fighting these robot dummies. To top it off, I now have yet ANOTHER character to write with, and use in the story, because a joke turned into a ‘canon-ish’ scenario. :’) To make things even worse, I started ANOTHER Undertale story, and I have not even finished this one (not even half-way done, I am sure. Then there is The Crooked Oak, which is still FAR from done. :’DDD
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After some prep time, and some conversation on possible strategic approaches, the group all took a moment to sit down, and gather their thoughts. After all, this was going to be a huge challenge. They needed to make sure they did their best and stayed in line no matter what happened.
Aizawa and Nedzu were talking in the distance, sure to be heading off soon, as a means to generally leave them to their own devices for this training round. After having figured out a somewhat solid, decent plan, all of the Sandra look-alikes stood up, and spit out a couple random side ideas here and there, in case something failed. Right before Aizawa and the Rodent Principal left, there was a burst of light, and a figure in purple came crashing down to the ground.
Followed by, well, a figure dressed in a sense or manner that made a few of the students familiar with American ad culture think of the slogan for a candy that American people called ‘Skittles’. That slogan would be- ‘Taste the rainbow, be the rainbow.’
“Yo, broseph, do ya think maybe ya’ can move ya’ boots? Ya’ would be doin’ be a solid, there, homie-” The girl mumbled out as she went to move her head. “Yoo-hooo, why da’ I soun’ like I been puffin’ a drag of dat good stuff?”
“You almost always sound like you are puffin some kind of drag, homie.” The other one noted, before going to attempt to roll over from under the multi-colored girl. She groaned. Looking up and taking in her surroundings though, she leans back on the ground, flat. “Hey Ron.”
Cross was shook for a second, before laughing, “Hey Billy.”
Epic wheezed, before going to move again. She gestured to the multi-colored girl before whispering. “That hurt.”
Cross nodded her head to the other figure. “I’m sure it did.”
There were a few quick movements before the purple-coated girl was out from under the rainbow. The girl in all the citrus like garb grunted as she hit the ground again, and groaned from the impact. “Not cool, Broseph, not cool at all.”
“Cross, my man, my main meme, where have ya been, bruh? I have been looking for you everywhere. The guy over in Lego City banned me from putting up a missing poster of you! The tragedy! The horror! Who would not want to see that beautiful face of yours!” The purple cloaked girls’ leans back with a dramatic pose, before falling backwards. “Ah shoot!!”
The more colorful girl went to stand up where she had landed after being thrown by the other, practically. After dusting herself off, she looks around and spots several familiar faces. After all, she would recognize the glitch, and grumpy look from anywhere on the planet. “Error, broseph, there ya are!” she exclaimed before rushing over from the ground. “How n’ da’ world did ya’ get here of all places? Kinda unrad, yo’-” she takes a closer look around herself. “Well, kind’ta think a’ it, where the funk are we?”
Error was staring in shock, then she sighs, laughing a little bit at the others' antics. “Fresh. There you are. Been a while. Really though, why are you here? Geno will be looking for you, and have a conundrum if he can’t find you.” The voice of the girl glitches in and out, making ‘Fresh’ sigh before tapping the other on the shoulder in a more comforting way than to just get her attention.
“We still hardly know where we are ourselves. However, we did find… Sans.” Error had to think about what she said, seeing as the teachers were still there. The teachers looked more confused than anything else. Soon enough, after some careful thought, consideration, contemplation, the black haired man walks over to them.
“I take it you are more friends of Sandra?” He questioned, before stopping a few feet away.
“Sandra? W-” There was a curt kick to the back of the calf, making Fresh squeak in surprise and brief, modest pain. She looks back to Error, who coughed. “The funk was that for?”
“You are such a jokester. CLASSIC joke of yours, really.” Error smiled, she looked normal, but Nightmare could feel brief panic radiating from the other. Fresh seemed to get the hint though, and she nodded.
“Ah, right, Mah Misteak, broseph. I do apologize, for my lack of keen awareness. Ya’ see, I haven’ really been gettin’ enough z’s, ya’ dig?” Fresh winks from behind her glasses, the words on the frames going from ‘YOLO’ to “TIRED”.
“Yeah. Either way, I do need to interrupt all of you here. These girls are training for the hero program.” Aizawa mentioned curtly before walking over to the small rodent-dog principal. “What are we going to do now, sir.They most likely don’t have any idea how this course works. Sandra had to tell the other girls about it yesterday.”
“I say we give them the option.” Nedzu smiled from where he was, folding his paws over his ‘lap’. “After all, they also seem to show some kind of kinship with Sandra. If you give them the option, I am sure they will not disappoint. After all of this training, we will still need to talk to them of course, but that is of material concern right now. We know we cannot keep this testing ring open for TOO long.”
Aizawa nodded, before walking back to the girls.
Epic stood there, vibing with Cross, who was still full-at-attention.
Fresh still stood there with Error, who was talking to Nightmare about the situation.
Nightmare looked concerned, kept to herself other than small answers to Error when questions or concerns were brought up. Killer, Dust and Horror were all playing ‘stack the hands’ with each other. Horror put down her hand first, then Dust, then Killer. All of them kept doing it in the same pattern, unchanging. When the other hand was used, they brought the hand on the bottom to the top. Eventually, it was getting faster, and faster. it led to somewhat organized hand-slapping.
“Alright, girls, we have a decision to make. We will give you all a few minutes to talk things over. I am giving the two new youngsters an opportunity to attend this entrance exam. You all have 5 minutes to talk it over to decide these two newest arrivals either stay here and participate or go to the watching room.” The teacher curtly noted to the students, who all nodded and agreed to the statement provided by him.
After some short, but effective notes and tips to each other, the talk of Sandra, and this world, Fresh and Epic both decide to join in on the exams. It was clear this world itself was going to remain a ‘entry only’ type of place. They were all hoping no one else would show up, other than maybe Geno, and Farmer. (Farmer Sans does not get too much recognition in the community either, lol.)
“A’ight, what’re we doin’ broski? Th’ instructions aren’t too crystal fer’ me to comprehend in my radically small brain.” Fresh noted out to the others, with a slight sigh, and a ‘OH NO’ lingering over her glasses. She crossed her arms over her chest before giving out a small sigh, the words on her glasses changing to form the word ‘PEACHY’.
“We are going to be taking down some training robots that were set up for this test. Our goal is to be as strategized and organized as possible. We need to improvise, and make sure not to go crazy. Otherwise, it would put us in a deep spot with the people here. The only reason we are really doing this is because Sans is. Besides, it might feel good to do something impactful in a world that does not know about… you know. Our many, many mistakes.” Error sighed, before rubbing at the back of her head with a grunt.
“Ah…” Fresh mentioned, before looking to the side. She knew just how much of a grudge Ink could hold against everyone that causes trouble. He seemed to get Blue and Dream on that same blame train. Not that it took much. They were ‘friends’ as they put it. Ink always seemed rather sarcastic about the friendship though. No matter how genuine he acted.
Actions do speak for themselves. Actions always speak louder than words, no matter how much people try to deny it.
“Makes sense, broseph. I go’it now. Well, let’s quit th’ yip-yappin’ n get right on inta’ it, huh? I feel a party comin’ on ahead, bros!” Fresh brings up her arms, before wrapping her arms around the necks of Error and Horror. Horror leans forward a bit, and smiles a bit, mainly in confusion at first. Then she relaxed and basically mentally said ‘this is fine’. The words ‘PARTY TIME’ flash over Fresh’s glasses.
((Guys, Fresh’s lingo is making my cry. I don’t know if I am doing this right. But I am trying, I promise. :’DD))
The teachers leave the chambers and join the other teachers and the students of 1A in the observation room. Sandra waits near the wall, close to the screen. She was surprised to see Fresh and Epic there, of all people. However, it might be helpful, as well. She and the two got along well, anyways. Fresh was good at calming Error down, if she ever did get worked up, and Epic was a better means of Concentration for Cross. Cross often found him- herself mentally wandering back to when she had tried to steal other peoples worlds for her worlds benefit.
Yeah. Good times, good times.
The gargantuan robots were soon then released out into the training grounds. The girls were all surprised that THESE were what the students trained with. Wasn’t this a bit much for kids? Even if they did have superpowers, it was clear they were still TRAINING to use them.
“Just what the heck do these kids have to do to get into a school?” Nightmare felt herself sigh, before looking to the side. “I mean, big enemies won’t be anything new to them, I suppose. That can be a good thing, considering how intimidating these actually look.” She leans down, and gets into a somewhat running position.
Error, Fresh, and Horror split off one way, soon splitting off again, so they could cover more ground. Killer, Cross and Epic all did the same thing, splitting to the right and feathering out once more in the matter of a minute. Nightmare continued to move forward, keeping her eyes open for the large mock enemy she had seen come in this direction. Dust stayed in the general area, moving back a bit, and looking around.
All of the students watch the girls from the monitors, cheering for whoever they had interacted with before, or even who they simply thought might do a bit better than the others.
Nedzu watched in immense interest, making sure to keep an eye on every single one of the screens.
Nightmare started to improvise first. After a while of running, she brought out her tentacles, and used them to rest her legs, and launch herself through the air, only elevated objects like mock light posts, and smaller buildings.
She quickly shimmies over several objects, including a covered bench, a fire hydrant and several signs. Upon finding a robot, Nightmare made sure to attack it, and lure it back far enough for it to be put into a corner so it could hardly move when she dealt major damage to it. After cornering it, the mass of black ooze on her back grows in notable size, forming a large hand. Somewhat similar to that girls quirk from the Sports Festival.
The one that kept the spazz in line. Kendo was her name? Maybe?
Nightmare quickly dealt away with the robot. It was obvious that she needed to destroy it. Which somewhat sent her into an internal conflict. This class was strict about not doing too much bodily damage to enemies, or killing them. Yet the first thing they are introduced to is essentially killing robots to get points.
Maybe she was overthinking it, there was a good chance she just viewed the robot as alive, because of her knowledge of other AU’s and their versions of Mettaton, a robot.
There would be a good chance there would be a person with a ‘quirk’ as they call them, that has Robotic Abilities, or attributes. Some people might not be able to tell the difference.
Nightmare did take down the robot, disarming the possible power source locations with bone attacks and Nightmare-produced projectiles that came from the hand that had formed from her goopy essence.
She continued to take out enemies like this, which proved to be a steady, and good score.
For the most part, there were little to no problems, and when things in the pattern did change, she easily adapted to the situation.
Over to the left; there was a bit messier of a battle. Horror, Fresh, and Error were all fighting near each other. They were taking on several robots at a time, usually without a hitch. Horror was an excellent fighter, despite the way she fought seeming terrifying, in all honesty. She crawled up onto the thing, and used several ‘ghost-like’ blades to grab and pull herself up the mechanism.
She ended up summoning them after she had tried to summon several bone attacks. Horror was apprehensive about using it, but when watching them come from the ground, she noted that they were translucent, and left no evidence of presence behind after rising from the ground. Meaning they would do not ‘actual’ damage.
To test this theory out, she went to slide one of the knives into her hand, and she felt the pain, but there was no damage anywhere. Something she could use to her advantage in battle. After figuring out how they worked while evading the huge machine, she started to attack it mercilessly. By concentrating, she could make part of these attacks solid enough to be stuck into a surface so she could climb it. Nifty, if she did say so herself, and she indeed did.
All in all, Horror also got several machines down on her own, with little time, and good amounts of effort.
Cross was doing really well, using her knife to turn the enemies to attack each other was a good way for her to tackle other ones in the process with bone attacks and her gaster blaster. She stayed ahead, and helped out Epic, who still was figuring out how this world worked. Epic was doing well on her own though, seeing as she had her Gaster Blaster, There was a lot more movement and dodging, but she was able to hold her own quite well.
Error and fresh were tag teaming, Killer remained by them as well. When Killer had got hit, black started to ooze from her eyes more, forming a puddle that grew vastly in size. One drop expanded out well over 10 feet in radius. She could stand in it just fine, but the second the robot steps inside the mass, it went falling through. Killer was confused at first, but after a moment of concentration, she tried to see if she could manipulate more of the black ooze to constrict around the robot and shatter it.
It worked like a charm. Long, levitating strands of an odd kind of string form and expand from another drop of the ooze from her eyes. It grows and grows before quickly making its way to wrap around the robot. After almost otherworldly heavy constriction, the robot crumbled in on itself under all the pressure, snapping it in half.
Killer was surprised, and almost amazed. Almost some part of her hand never felt so, you know, cool, before. She liked this ability, it was something new, something that made her different from everyone else (She hoped). As much as she likes Classic as a broth- sister. Sister. As much as she liked Sandra as a sister, she was unable to really be identified as anyone else by ‘bad-end Sans’. Just when the universe had gone awry, and Sans had snapped.
It was surprising how alike people thought they WOULD be, considering that she and Sandra are very, very different. Killer was more of an enthusiast, and she loved to knit and use bow and arrows for combat if it weren’t her knife being used. She was also substantially more ‘freely active’ than the other. Sandra was more or less pessimistic, or partly-pessimistic at best, and didn’t always prefer the idea of movement unless she needed to do something. Which would be a lot of stuff, anymore.
Killer smiled to herself, before using more of her newfound abilities as practice. If they were dangerous in any way, she was sure the teacher was going to be able to help her out to get better.
That was … if they passed this test. She surely hoped they did.
She didn’t tell anyone else that she really wanted to stay here, even after they all agreed to stay with Classic here. She wanted to seem apprehensive, but she really just doesn’t want to leave. It felt amazing to be here. The thrill, the excitement, everything was so… different. It was new all the time. There were no loops. There was no overbearing consistency in schedule or routine. (Such as the life of the ‘Bad Guys’ where they lived with Nightmare. It was nothing against Nightmare, of course. She didn’t do anything wrong. The way they lived was because they were trying to change and to put it simply, no one would let them at first until Classic came along. Even so, it's hard to form bonds with people that you have tried to kill just as many times as you have tried to have a civilized conversation with them.
Killer didn’t have too many bonds. Nightmare had Dream and Night. (Night is the uncontaminated version of Nightmare. I had him separated into his own being.). Horror had Farmer, who loved to take the other out and harvest crops with him. Farmer was one of the few who treated Horror with common decency, seeing as the other was almost always ravenous. Horror used to be very, very pushy.
Dust was able to communicate with a few people. He and Blue got along with each other better, though they were not CLOSE friends, as far as Killer knew. Then there was Insanity, who Dust got along with. Insanity was never considered a ‘Bad Guy’ because he never had much of a presence. Not to mention he didn’t try to participate in mass AU genocide (and fail, at that).
Error had his brother, Geno and Fresh. (I know that Error is a post form of the original Geno Sans, and that the next Geno Sans is technically younger than Error; but in my headcanon, Error is the middle child. He is the second Geno, and he just turned into an Error later.) Fresh was here with Error, which was a plus for him because he and Fresh had already started to mend their relationship pretty well.
Geno was a great guy, not really mean as much as it was sometimes fed up with some of these other AU’s and all their obvious issues. He and Error tried to talk on several occasions and they were starting to get somewhere, at least. However that progress was fairly small.
Cross had Epic and Red, surprisingly. Epic and Cross were best friends, which was surprising, considering just how different they seemed at first. However, it took little time to figure out that Cross was a closet-case meme lord. As for Red, Cross and Red had a LOT of talking to do before they could agree on anything. Not that anyone blamed Red. Cross had literally STABBED the guy and used him as a personal puppet to fight and try to eliminate Ink and Classic at the time.
Killer kind of had Outer, sorta. Outer spends a lot of time with science though. Color was another one that Killer sort of had, but Color stopped showing up after a while, concerned with everything in his universe that had seemed to be going awry as of late. He hasn’t been around to visit or even call Killer in well over a year. Killer really misses him.
(Yes, I am aware I am referring to all of them as ‘he’ and that Killer and the rest of them are currently girls. However, I did this for a reason. This is mostly perceptive. This is a memory and a basic set of thoughts from when they were in the proper universe and still dudes.. They were all still considered ‘he’ in the memories, lol.)
Killer sighed, and brought herself from her thoughts. She needed to concentrate. She can't afford to just sit there, and get lost. She needed to keep solid focus on the task at hand.
Over with Dust, she had already taken out several of the robots easily, and was working on yet another. This one was considerably larger, and had different armor. It loomed with an overbearing presence, and made it's move to try and aim for the girl.
Dust seemed somewhat nonchalant about the situation, making herself teleport whenever she needed. After some more time of chasing her around, the robot changes up its tactics and started to launch some light-weight explosives that mainly consisted of compressed air and a bad stench.
Dust easily keeps herself ahead of the mechanical menace, talking to herself (or at least, it appeared so.)
On the other side of the observation area, a few of the students took notice of just how similar that red scarf looked to Sandra's brothers scarf. It made several of them wonder why they had not noticed any sooner. However, they dropped it, it would have to be something they thought about later.
When she was walking in front of a wall, her shadow cast over it, as well as the shadow of what appeared to be a decapitated head with a scarf and floating hands.
That put several of the student on edge. What even was that thing?
Sandra felt her brow get a bead of sweat through it, and the room got a bit more tense.
The tension was soon forgotten, though. On the screen, Dust launches herself forward, running at the huge robot. She jumps over several obstacles before cartwheeling an vanishing in a flash of blue and red light. She reappears in the air, a huge amount of yards above the robot.
Dust starts to spin forward, kind of like a somersault, but way more dangerous. Her spins grow quick, and an aura of blue builds up around her body. Right before she makes it to the robot, she extended out her leg, bringing it down with extra force on the mechanical beings head.
After she had done so, the immediately crumbled and shattered under the sheer force behind the 'kick'. It sub-sequentially created a crater in the ground upon the impact, crumbling down to form no more than what appeared to be an over-sized crushed pop-can.
Dust lands safely back on the ground after she situated herself to teleport. Taking a deep breath, she looks over to the robot and inwardly cheered, though it only came out as a small smile.
"I did it.. I did something cool for once... heh."
On another side of the training area, Fresh lies hidden behind one of the many walls that had been destroyed by one of the Robots. It took her a while to get used to this. Hell, she wasn't even used to this odd, squishy human body yet, either. After a while, though, she got the swing of things. She was still good at fighting.
(( FunFact: Canonically, Ink, Error and Fresh are not exactly considered 'Sans' [as far as I know] they are usually just referred to as 'Ink/Error/Fresh' and not 'Ink! Sans' 'Error! Sans' and "Fresh! Sans' by their respective creators. This part mainly pertains to Fresh, though, seeing as he is the most obvious. Fresh is not the Sans, but the Parasite that possesses the skeleton.))
((Head Cannon: In most of my stories, Fresh is the Sans himself, as well as the parasite. In my stories, the parasite has either vacated or the parasite and Fresh's personalities merged together in a sense of long-term coexistence. They are still somewhat separate entities, but they both also have separate conscious thoughts as well))
//I don't wanna make anyone get triggered over how I use Fresh. I am not being disrespectful and saying this version I made is better than the canon Fresh. So please, if you are a die-hard AU fan, keep in mind I know several of these things already, and I made these choices on purpose.//
"A'ight, all I needa' do is drop a few more o'vem'. Alla' need to make sure of is ta' not get myself flattened." Fresh sighed to herself before looking around. The building overhead, though started to crumble and fall in several places.
Just in the nik of time, she jumps out of the way, her glasses flashing a quick 'UH-OH' in the lenses.
"Broski, that was so unrad-" She sighed.
Moving to touch the ground, she tensed up, seeing as she almost fell over. As soon as she released the pressure in her hand though, she noticed some small purple specks on the ground that had started to form. "What in the funk?" She might as well try it out to see what it does, right? After concentrating, she watches as some purple vine-like structures start to come from the ground, shooting up quickly.
"Well color me blue n' call me a Smurf-" Fresh mumbled to herself. "Let's check these dudettes out, then!"
Making a gesture with her hands, the unnatural vines shot toward the robotic structure, and quickly made it's way inside the thing itself. The vines continued to grow, and wrap over the structure as well as mess up any internal workings of the bot.
Fresh pulls her finger up to her chin and takes a moment to think, a flash of text reads "HMMM' over her glasses as she does so. After tilting her head, she pulls up her arm, and grabbed the other, before giving a harsh, but not damaging yank. She made the force of the vines much more intense though. When she pulls on her own arm, the arm of the robot that coincided the one she pulled on came flying off.
In a sense, it was like mimicry. The could make the robot do anything she wanted. She grinned and the words 'HELL YEAH' appear on the shaded part over her glasses soon after. She looks around for more robots, using her control over the one she had to beat up the other ones.
When the robot she used became useless, she hopped to another.
Epic had managed to beat the robots she encountered pretty easily with her blasters and bone attacks. When she had taken some time out to rest up her magic for a bit, she pulls a Lego from her pocket, and brandishes it at the large metal creation.
"Come at me, bruh, if dat is how ya wanna play meh!" She chortled, tossing the Lego onto the ground, she grabbed several more from her pockets, tossing them down as well. They served as a good distraction, but she didn't think they would do anything else.
The second the robot stepped on them though, they all exploded. The explosions caused the robots leg to come flying off entirely. The robot collapsed to the ground, rendered useless by the impact it made completely rattling it's internal systems.
"Epic!" The spirited girl called out before laughing. She had a lot of random objects in her pockets, mainly if they were meme material. Pulling out one of those odd sandwich swords, or Sword Picks, she looks at it for a moment before gazing over to another robot that was on it's way.
She contemplated her next move, before grinning ear to ear. "I got the power of god and anime on my side! Aaaaaaaa!!!!!" She charged forward, bringing it back, and swinging it out. IN the matter of a second, it turns into an over-sized, more dangerous version of itself, gaining a real blade. It was still transparent, of course
Slicing at the robots leg, a large flair of lightening struck from the sword tip, frying the bot with one quick zap.
"Yowzers.. yeah. If I use this on another human, I don't think they will need a hospital..." she noted with a shocked look. "I am the Messiah!! Whoo!!!" Epic danced in place for a couple seconds before running off, searching for anything in her pockets to use next. She did have a cardboard cut out of an enchanted Minecraft sword. She scribbled several enchantment names onto the back of it with a pencil "Sharpness V, Looting III, Sweeping Edge III, Frost Walker II, and Thorns III"
Over with Error, she was having fun working on literally her nth robot. She hardly even had to move to keep hers busy. She had halted almost all of them with her blue strings, and one of them were falling through an endless portal. The pocket dimension she had.
There was one thread of the pocket opened on the ground, and the other was about 100 meters in the air. The robot had been falling for such a large amount of time that it had picket up a worrisome amount of speed and it was clear that the metal on the mechanism was hot to the touch. It had heated up so much it had changed in color.
Error sat there watching in amusement as she ate a chocolate bar she had stored from earlier. After snapping her fingers, the bottom portal disappeared right after the robot entered it, leaving only the top one. The robot comes falling out of the portal at maximum speed, and lands on the ground with a thunderous crashing.
Some of the teachers felt themselves shiver at the though of a villain ending up in that situation.
"The Entrance Exam is Completed. Please make your way to the near exit and meet up with the overseers of the exam. Your results will be virtually mailed to you within the next 10 hours. Be sure to pay attention to your devices or your mailboxes for a small package with a card chip inside of it. Good luck, students." the voice of the automatic message sounded from the speakers hidden in the training grounds.
On the other side of the observation room, all of the students were shocked at just how well all of them did, even the ones that seemed to not completely know what they were doing.
Bakugo would never admit it, but he was fucking INTIMIDATED by almost all of them. He would need to make sure to beat their asses in training. He wasn't going to lose to a whole bunch of random girls that came falling from portals. That would be stupid and embarrassing, and he would not be able to tolerate the very notion of it.
Fuck, he was getting pissed off about it now, even! Dammit!
Sandra cheered for all of her friends, fist-bumping the air with a big grin on her face as she did so. "Whoo! There ya go, that's my girls right there!"
"Your girls?" Yaoyorozu asked as she looks over to Sandra who felt herself cough a bit on the inside.
"Yeah, I am considered the mom of the group, that's all." She scrubbed at the back of her head with a slight grin on her face, though it was obvious she was thrown off-guard by something else as well. "I need to keep them out of trouble, and cook for most of them cause they can't cook to save their lives-"
"I think it's kinda cute. I see a lot of families like that all the time." Kirishima noted with a smile, looking at the screen with immense interest and even pride. "They are all so cool!"
Sandra couldn't help but smile. She was sure they would have been happy to hear that. Almost no one has given them such a compliment before, especially where the all came from. Unless it was from a version of Papyrus, if they had one. Having someone on the outside, observing you as a stranger was different though.
It made you feel good, because even though they do not know you, they like what you did. They think it is cool, or grand.
"Damn right they are cool." Sandra said to herself, before looking back to the school. "Damn right they are."
((Authors Note: FuCkIng DoNE! WhOOoOO! Guys, I wrote this chapter that is nearly 3x - 4x the length of an average chapter! Oh my lord! Hhh! I did it for you guys. Thank you for all of your kind comments, worry, support and patience, as well as your enthusiasm! I hope to post again soon!))
// To Be Continued //