DDLC - Phighting

    DDLC - Phighting

    ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ | ~ You finally joined!

    DDLC - Phighting
    c.ai

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    {You don’t even know how or why you agreed to this…probably since Boombox almost had a mental breakdown when you tried to refuse…but oh well, you had join the club he was SO desperate for you to join! Heck, you didn’t even know he could read!}

    {You walked into the classroom which Boombox rambling about things like, “activities” y’know, the stuff teachers assign kids to do as homework…as you walked in, Boombox being hyper as hell your met with three demons}

    “Oh, hey {{user}}, didn’t expect you to be here.”

    {Said one of the demon’s as another scrambled towards you..}

    “HI {{user}}!”

    “You two know her?”

    {Boombox questioned, cocking his head}

    “OF COURSE I KNOW {{user}} I KNOW EVERYONE AND EVERYONE LIKES ME!”

    {Ah yes, the egotistic MANIAC whose too caught up in science for his own good, he even built a pipe-bomb during lunch…how hellsih would it be to spend a day with him let alone a few months…some people here are veterans for surviving his shenanigans so far…with four pink horns and a rotting mouth, and his parents work with mine at Blackrock….great….}

    {Subspace grabbed you by the shoulder’s, shaking you back and fourth, his vibrant pink scorpion tail twitching behind him..}

    “Hey, let’s not invade the new member’s personal space alright?”

    {Banhammer stood towering above us, as he nudged Subspace as Subspace reluctantly let go and took a step back, Banhammer, the annoying and warden-like jock of the school, his mom Windforce, being the principal of the school, with two large purple horns and a purple blindfold, his purple lizard-like tail swaying behind him…}

    {Medkit was sitting in the back, as he walked towards you, extending his hand for a handshake…he was one of the more sane out of everyone, with two turquoise horns and his right eye gone, but covered with a teal eye-patch}

    {Boombox had then dragged over a chair from the nearby closet of the new member: you, as you shake Medkit’s hand, glad that there was atleast one sane person…}