Marc, Sweetie, I Just Want to Talk to Her...
(I just thought of this today when this family guy scene showed up in my recommendations on YouTube. So this is set when Marc's moms find out that Marc has been getting bullied at his old school for years and his teachers and principal turned a blind eye to his torment. Needless to say....they weren't happy. And well, Emerson wants to have a "talk" with Marc's principal.)
(Emerson parks the family car in the school's parking lot. Emerson, Kiki, and Marc exit the vehicle. Emerson starts walking towards the trunk of the car and opens it up while her son follows her.)
Marc: (worried) Mama, please! Don't do this! Let's just go home!
Emerson: (pulls an aluminum bat out of the trunk) Marc, sweetie, I just want to talk to her.
Marc: (eyes grow wide with panic) W-Wait...why do you have your bat?! M-Mama?!
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her.
Marc: Wait, Mama, what are you doing?!
(Emerson starts walking towards the school building with a stoic look on her face. Marc follows his mama with increasing worry and fear. Kiki also follows her wife and son into the building with a shit-eating grin spread across her face.)
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her.
Marc: (pleading) Mama! This is crazy!
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her. Marc, sweetie, I just want to talk to her.
(The Anciel family enters the school building. As they walk through the empty school halls, Marc continues to plead with his mama to stop.)
Marc: Mama, put the bat down!
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her.
Marc: (turns to Kiki) Mom! You can't let Mama do this! Please, can't you stop her?!
Kiki: (smirking) Marc, sweetie. Mama just wants to talk to her.
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her.
(The family is getting closer to Prinicipal Clément's office.)
Marc: (desperately pleads) Mama, please stop! I get that your mad at her, but she's not worth it!
Emerson: I just wanna talk to her.
(The Anciel trio stops at the office door.)
Emerson: (readies her bat) I just want to beat her ass.
Marc: No, stop! Please don't hurt her!
Emerson: I just want to beat her ass.
(Emerson then kicks the door open, startling Principal Clément and causing her to jump up from her desk chair. Emerson then storms in and strikes her bat into the principal's desk, creating a very large dent from the impact. The principal looked at the angry mother with absolute fear in her eyes as Emerson's stoic demeanor turned into one of sheer lividness.)
Emerson: (shouts) EXPLAIN YOURSELF, KNAVE!!!!!!!
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Well, there you have it. And yes, that last line was from a line used in a video from "Let Me Explain Studios" on YouTube. If you have never seen Rebecca's videos, I highly suggest giving them a watch. Her videos are amazing!
I don't think Marc's mama, Emerson Anciel, would have done exactly that in my fanfiction series, but the vibe would be the same. Also, this isn't the first time that Emerson has pulled out her bat to threaten people. It's her weapon of choice whenever she needs to beat the crap out of some asshole. Anyway, what do you all think? Hope you enjoyed this little parody and feel free to share your thoughts.
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About this whole situation
i feel like the least you can do
is to just... not say you're going to keep enjoying the game.
Enjoy the game, no one can hold you accountable for that, but the moment you're posting on social media about the fact you're going to just ignore everything and support or say that project moon did their best you're just harming the artist they unfairly fired. I know it's hard. I know how devastating it is but at least,
the best thing you can do if you cannot bring yourself to stop playing- is to stay silent.
Also just for some context: (it gets kind of long but long story short. PJ Moon did not make this choice to protect the artist, but they did it because it is the easiest thing.)
Korean women that are angry are angry because this has happened before- in 2016, a VA that wore a t-shirt that was associated with feminism went under attack to the same group of DC incels claiming she's a feminist and should be fired for that.
What the company did- was to fire her, creating a whole whirlpool of situation that got other women targeted and fired. I'm pretty sure the VA here in question got blacklisted from the gaming company.
There are sources revealing that from 2016 to 2020, over 14 women got fired because of similar accusation, and I'm not even sure it counts freelancers that were just silently put off to work.
The National Human Rights Commission of Korea, for fucks sake, has made a testament on 2020 in how the censorship on feminism happening in the gaming industry is a hate crime.
So what Project Moon did here was, it was to do the easiest and most inhumane choice possible, which was to fire a female artist over a similar controversy, bringing the nightmare-ish situation that happened in 2016 back all over again. In 2023. That's why people are disappointed. That's why Korean women feel threatened by this situation. Saying that this was all to protect Vellmori is an insult to her, and to the other female workers who wrongly loose their jobs over situations like these.
The hilarious thing over this whole situation? Every single company that has fired their workers like that has fumbled over themselves! The company and the game that fired the VA got ultimately labeled as a feminist game and lost its male customers too- because they had to keep firing people the moment incels didn't like them, until they couldn't. So incels are saying the game went down because of feminism. Another game? The representative is on fire because to no one's (except for the incels) surprise they fired all of the workers in the project because the game wasn't making any money anymore- making these fired workers reveal the fact that they've been mistreated, overworked, and abused over years. That is two example of many! But what about the games that did the extremely brave and difficult decision to just ignore the incels and go on with their game?
They're fine. They're okay. They had their lows just when the incels attacked, but Korean chauvinist pigs are just so childish that either they decide that it isn't fun to dox people anymore, or comfort themselves saying that oh well, they aren't that feminist after all or, well it's too fun so I don't care it's feminist! This are the pigs PJ Moon cave in. There are games that are boring as hell from smaller companies that survived and are still surviving because their customers are loyal, because the customers know that at least they won't fire their workers over stupid reasonings, the bare minimum!
So just- stop saying you're going to support the game- at least please don't for a while. I can't stop you from playing, but this is something PJ Moon has to take on themselves or this will create the same nightmare-ish situation that happened in 2016 all over again. Don't enable them. Stop giving them the message this is okay. Stop saying it was to support Vellmori, because ruining a young artist's career by telling her she's fired in a phone call after 11pm is not protection. It will never be.
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Angst Headcanon: When Marc Was Bullied at His Old School…
Italics= Thoughts and Narrations
Bold+Italics= Marc's negative thoughts
Principal Clément’s Office
(The office was eerily quiet. Marc Anciel sat anxiously in a chair facing his principal’s desk, his fingers nervously fidgeting as he finished recounting the events that had just transpired. A pair of broken glasses sat in his lap. His hair was a distorted mess with pieces frayed all over at different angles. His entire upper body felt sore and he felt his arms pulsing with pain. The principal, Mrs. Clément, listened to Marc’s story patiently as she waited for the boy to finish. Marc had come to her after the latest bullying incident had occurred, which involved Marc getting both physically and verbally harassed by a group of students. Marc winced at the memory of enduring the bullies’ vicious mockery and berating while being pushed and shoved around against the lockers. One of them had grabbed him by his hair and held him in place against the locker while two others punched his arms and another one stepped on his glasses that fell off his face while he was getting shoved around and broke them. And all of this torment was just because Marc wore a skirt to school today, which wasn’t anything new. Marc has had to deal with bullying ever since he started middle school, but this year, the bullying became both verbal and physical. He’s tried to tell his teachers multiple times about the bullying and asked for help, but they never did anything about it. They always took the side of the bullies rather than the victims. This time, however, Marc had gathered up the courage to seek help from the school’s principal, hoping that she would have at least an ounce of sympathy for him and try to help him. After Marc had finished talking, the two of them sat in silence for a moment as Mrs. Clément took in the anxious boy’s recount. Then the principal began to speak.)
Mrs. Clément: Marc, I hear your concerns and I assure you that our school has zero tolerance for bullying, but I also believe there may have been a misunderstanding on your part.
Marc: (shocked) A-A misunderstanding…?!
Mrs. Clément: Marc, I can assure you that these students that you are accusing of wrongdoing are good children. They get good grades, have no prior history of violence or any allegations against them about bullying their fellow students, and their teachers speak very highly of their behavior in the classroom. To put it frankly, I find it difficult to believe that these students would intentionally cause harm to another student. That is not to say that I don’t believe your side of the story, but I do believe that perhaps you may have misinterpreted their actions or confused their acts of horseplay as acts of aggression.
Marc: (still in shock) H-Horseplay?! She thinks they were horseplaying?!
Mrs. Clément: If I recall correctly from your account of what happened, only the male students from that group were “pushing you around” and “punching your arms” as you have stated. It is not uncommon for boys your age to roughhouse with each other Marc. Perhaps they were simply just playing around with you. I can understand how you could misinterpret this as an act of violence against you. After all, you only have two mothers in your household and no father to guide you on normal boy behavior. Sure, you may have your younger brother, but again, no father. You probably have no idea what is considered normal behavior for boys your age to exhibit, but take the advice from someone who has spent years dedicated to the educational system and who has guided hundreds of young boys every year. I can assure you that these boys meant you no harm when they were roughhousing with you in the locker rooms.
(Marc was speechless from hearing the principal’s words. She was doing what all the other teachers Marc had gone to for help did, siding with the bullies and praising them as “good students”. Meanwhile, she was also trying to fabricate some story that Marc was just confused by their actions just because he was raised by two moms and didn’t have a father. The boy was growing tired of his teachers and fellow students using that excuse against him, especially when they used it as an interpretation as to why Marc liked to wear makeup, skirts, and dresses, which was the furthest thing from the truth since his mama prefers wearing pants and suits over skirts and dresses and his mom doesn’t even wear makeup in favor of the natural look. Marc wanted to say something. He wanted to speak up and argue with his principal that she was wrong and that what those boys did to him wasn’t just “boys being boys”, but Marc couldn’t find the courage in him to speak up. His mouth was clamped shut and he knew that even if he opened it up to speak out, no words would come out. Besides, he knew better than to argue with or “talk back” to the authority figures at his school. It would only make things worse.)
Mrs. Clément: As for the matter in regards to your claim of them teasing you, I wouldn’t bother worrying about that either if I were you, dear. They are just words and though harsh as they may be, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. After all, if no one were allowed to express their opinions, there would be no honesty left in the world, now would there?
Marc: (speaks softly and hesitantly) N-no…I guess there wouldn’t be…
Mrs. Clément: (smiles contently) Exactly. There isn’t any need for us to all get worked up over a group of kids just speaking their minds and I highly suggest that you don’t even give them the time of day if their words bother you so much and just ignore them. Words can only hurt you if you let them hurt you and only have power if you give them power.
Marc: T-That’s what I have been doing…I-I have tried ignoring them for years now and it’s never worked! Y-Yeah…I guess you got a point there…
Mrs. Clément: See? Now you are starting to understand how pointless it is to make a big fuss over a few small misunderstandings. I’m glad that we were able to clear this up without having to turn this whole thing into a big investigation. It would have just wasted everyone’s time with interviews and don’t even get me started on the paperwork. Incident reports have to be filled out. And just think about how your two mothers, who already worry themselves to death over you, would react to this situation.
(Marc felt a sense of dread and anxiety run through his body at the mention of his mothers. He knew exactly how they would react if they found out that he was getting bullied and he didn’t want to cause them any more trouble or worries that he was already giving them. They had enough on their plate to worry about and Marc didn’t want to add on to it just because he wasn’t strong enough to endure some assholes.)
Mrs. Clément: I’m sure you can understand that bringing your mothers into something so insignificant and meaningless wouldn’t do anyone any good. I can imagine that both of them would be beside themselves with worry and well…we both know how… “chaotic” your birth mother can be. After all, we wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened during our last Career Day to happen again, right?
(Marc shuddered at the memory of that day. What should’ve been a day when parents and guardians came in to talk about their jobs escalated into a shit-show. All because one of the homophobic teachers could not resist badmouthing his mothers about their lifestyle and insisting that “depriving” Marc of a father figure was damaging to him and unhealthy for his development. If only that teacher knew the consequences that awaited her for pissing off his mama. In short, it involved Marc’s mama chasing after the teacher and threatening to beat her with a chair, while Marc and his mom watched the madness unfold. The chase lasted for about twenty minutes until his mom decided to show the teacher some mercy. As much as his mom enjoyed watching his mama beat the crap out of a homophobe, she also didn’t want Marc to witness that amount of graphic violence. That was when she instructed Marc to lie down at the bottom of the stairs and pretend to be hurt to snap her wife out of her rage. Fortunately, his mama’s maternal instincts kicked in just in the nick of time because she had the teacher cornered with nowhere to run. The school and his moms were able to agree that the teacher wouldn’t press charges against his mama for almost assaulting her with a chair if his mama agreed to only set foot on campus grounds if she was escorted by her wife and to behave in a “civilized” manner while on campus grounds. His mama accepted the terms of the agreement, albeit begrudgingly since nothing was done about the teacher who made those homophobic remarks, but at least now everyone at that school knew never to talk shit about her family again. Now, however, Marc imagined an even worse scenario in which his mama would find out about him getting bullied. Though Marc knew that his mama would never physically harm a teenager, she would definitely tear his bullies to shreds by beating them in their own game of verbal assaults. They would probably be traumatized for life and need years of therapy afterward, and regardless of how terrible they were, Marc knew that no one deserved such a fate to befall them. As for the teachers and principal…Marc didn’t even want to think about what his mama would do to them.)
Marc: (speaks hesitantly with his head lowered and eyes staring at the broken glasses in his lap) N-No…ma’am. I-I don’t w-want that…y-you are right. I-I guess I was just overreacting a bit. I-I am s-so sorry to waste your time. I wasn’t th-thinking and being selfish.
(Marc avoided eye contact with Mrs. Clément as he felt his eyes start to water and steeled himself the best he could to keep his tears in. He didn’t want to start breaking down in tears in front of the principal. All he wanted now was for this pointless conversation to be over so he could leave to have his emotional breakdown somewhere private before he had to head back to class. He also noticed pressure beginning to build up in his chest and breathing in and out was not as smooth and easy as before. The principal, oblivious to the young boy’s oncoming anxiety attack, smiled softly and stood up from her desk chair. She walked over to where Marc was sitting and stood behind him, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. Though this gesture was intended to comfort the young boy, what it did was make Marc feel worse.)
Mrs. Clément: Oh come now, Marc. It isn’t entirely your fault. After all, you are still young, and sometimes young people tend to make a big deal out of little things that are not worth all the fuss and drama. But that is why you have adults in your life such as your teachers and myself at this school to guide you and help make sense of things that you don’t fully understand. Like I always say, children can resolve any issue if they just talk it out with the adults around them first. I bet you feel much better now that we have talked about this simple misunderstanding and resolved your problems.
Marc: No, I don’t. I feel a lot worse now. Y-Yes ma’am. I-I do.
Mrs. Clément: (claps her hands together) Perfect! That is just wonderful to hear. Now, I do believe that your next class will be starting soon. Let’s try to have a better day today. After all, you have soccer practice after school today and I am sure your team would want you to be at your best during practice.
Marc: (forces himself to speak up) A-Actually…I’m not going to soccer practice today. I decided that I didn’t want to play soccer anymore this year.
Mrs. Clément: (raises an eyebrow in confusion) Oh really? Why not, dear?
(Marc lifted his head and made eye contact with the principal. The young boy had no idea if the concern in Mrs. Clément’s voice was sincere or not.)
Marc: I-It just isn’t for me and I don’t really have must interest in it anymore. It was fun being on the team for two years…b-but I’m really not that good at soccer and I would only be dragging them down. Be-Besides, I-I’ve been wanting to focus more on my writing for a while and now I will have more free time to do so.
(Marc forced himself as he anxiously waited for the principal’s response, hoping that the woman was buying the lies that he just told. In truth, Marc didn’t want to quit soccer. He loved soccer and has played the sport ever since he was three. He just couldn’t take the bullying that he was getting from his teammates now anymore.)
Mrs. Clément: (smiles) Well, that’s great to hear that you are pursuing your true passion. Though I am sure that everyone on your team will miss having you around.
Marc: No they won’t. They are probably celebrating over the fact that I am gone, not that I can blame them. I was useless on that team anyway. They didn’t need me…
(Marc stood up from his chair and exchanged goodbyes with his principal as she led him out of her office. As soon as the office door was closed, Mrs. Clément walked back over to her chair and fell into it with an exasperated sigh.)
Mrs. Clément: (sighs) Ugh…hopefully that will keep that whiny little brat out of my hair for a while. If one good thing came out of today, that lousy little ****** is quitting the soccer team. About time! Our sports team doesn’t need another year of being represented by another whiny little ******.
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Phew, well there you have it. The first and only time that Marc went to his former principal for help back when he was attending his old school. This was also the last time he went to an adult for help because after talking to the principal, he finally realized that nobody in that school cared that he was getting bullied and they weren't going to do anything to help him. It also explains why Marc never told his mothers about him getting bullied because he hated making others people feel worried about him (and because he didn't want his Mama to attack the school faculty with her bat again).
Also, if you are wondering what this horrible principal looks like, here's a concept design of her that I made using Create-a-Sim since I'm a terrible artist and I suck at drawing characters.
(Please feel free to deface her picture if this headcanon has made you feel inclined to do so. I just might go ahead and do the same after I finish typing this because I was feeling disgusted myself writing this bitch's character.)
Anyway, let me know what you all think about this headcanon. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions you wanna ask for me to answer and let me know your thoughts about this story.
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