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girlofmanyfandoms · 4 years

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Forbidden Spicy Gatorade Chronicles Chapter One

A/n: Ok, so the cult is getting stronger by the minute so if you haven’t been introduced yet, don’t be offended! I’ll try to go through everyone and introduce you in the next chapter. Erica (@the-never-ending-void) has asked not to be included in this fic.

Key:

Tater - @a-lonely-tatertot

Lynn - @lesbilynnette

Gray - @silver-snow

Lilah - @tribblemakingalicorn

Cadence - me

Ivy - @imaramennoodle

Molly - @molly-sencen

Farris - @everyonehasthoughts

Speens - @an-absolute-travesty

Holes - @holesinmyfalseconfidence

Connor - @linhammon-roll-bromance101

Panda - @worldwidepandamonium

Meg - @ultralazycreatorfan

Word count: 2,382

Warnings: If you’re reading this, you already know what’s about to pop off

Lilah poked Cadence’s shoulder who promptly rolled over. Lilah poked her several more times, a bit more aggressively. Grumbling Cadence sat up quickly and smacked her head on the top of the bunk bed. She sighed, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, taking in the strangely black, purple, and gold aesthetic room.

“Why’d you wake me up?”

“You got a notification,” Lilah said, eyes wide open, handing her the phone, slowly walking out of their shared room.

Cadence furrowed her brows, unlocking the phone before calling out to her roommate. “Wait, how long have you been up?”

“OREOS!” she called back. “Where are the keys?”

“On the kitchen counter,” Cadence replied, checking her emails. 1 unread message from Gray, the AI developer who she made small talk with during lunch breaks.

Dear Cadence,

Good evening! There’s a new play coming out on Mainstreet, called The Facade, and I was approached by the team to create a promotional piece. I was hoping you could help, and we would split the rewards 50/50. The play is about a murder crime, which is plotted out in a series of intricate riddles. The plot twist: the lead detective was the murderer, and had been delaying her trial while she was pretending to gather evidence, and stealing from a suspect to gain enough money to flee. And her second in command was funding the plots without knowing that her boss was the mastermind behind it all.

Ok, now that my boss has read above the cut we can talk freely. The offer is real, and I WOULD like to split it 50/50, I just can’t stand talking all formal, y’know? Anyway, since you said you do animations and stuff as a side gig, I thought maybe you could make the animations, and I’ll edit and do the social networking? Idk, I’m just spitballing here, let me know what you think.

Also, Lilah directed me towards this email, she’s really good at tracking people down.

Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, I haven’t slept in weeks,

Gray

“Huh,” Cadence huffed, glancing at the clock. 3 AM. She had time. So, grabbing her IPad, she opened Procreate and got to work. The Facade. Sounds interesting enough. But what to draw? A lock perhaps? A silhouette of the main character? Before she could decide, her phone buzzed again, a voice recording this time, from Lilah.

“Hey, so I just ran into two of the actresses from The Facade and they said they want to talk to you about it so you can create a better promotional vid, meet me at the local library, k bye.”

Cadence wished on a shooting star that at least an hour had passed by so the buses would be running. But how wrong she was. It was 3 AM. It was raining. And the library was at least a mile away.

“This should be fun,” she mumbled, grabbing her set of keys, her IPad, and a raincoat before jogging the mile it took to get to the library.

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By the time Cadence arrived her hair was drenched and she was so out of breath and tired she thought she was going to pass out. She looked for any sign of her roommate, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, she saw three people sitting at a table chatting freely and crying laughing. The librarian wasn’t fazed in the slightest. On the contrary, they seemed to be enjoying it, leaning over the library’s registry system, talking with them. Quickly Googling “The Facade,” Cadence confirmed that the two ladies were the actresses from the play. The other one offered occasional comments, mostly just watching the occurrences that went on. Social anxiety kicked in and told her to run in the other direction, but she really needed the money. She forced herself to approach them.

“Hey, I’m Cadence,” I introduce myself nervously. “Lilah said you wanted to speak to me about promoting your play?”

“Cadence! Lilah mentioned your animations, and we thought it’d be a new, eye-catching way to get our work out there,” the first one chirped. “I’m Molly, by the way. I play the detective’s second in command.”

“And I’m Ivy,” the other one greeted. “I play the lead.”

Cadence expected the third person to introduce themself next, but the librarian took the initiative. “Hello, fellow human, you may address me as SPEENS, I accept liver sacrifices.”

“They do that all the time,” the third person assured her. “Tater, by the way. I’m not in the play, I’m just working on a novel with Molly. We met up here to talk to good ‘ol Speens when these bit-”

“Language,” Molly warned.

“When these lovely individuals,” Tater corrected, “decided to make this a research sesh for the book. As if we needed more work. I’m free to fly wherever the wind takes me.”

“Amen to that, sibling,” Speens responded solemnly, pulling five wine glasses and vodka out from under the desk like a bartender. Cadence looked confused, but not against it. “Say, where’s the rest of the crew? Lynn, Gray, Farris, and the lot of them?”

“Farris doesn’t work on the set,” Ivy reminded her. “They’re an archaeologist. Holes makes the sets for us.”

Speens wrinkled their nose, seemingly in disgust. “And the others?”

“Well, if you can take a break, we can meet up with them at the theatre. Even Farris, since I heard their last trip was a bust,” Molly offered.

Without a second thought, Speens put up a sign that read “The Librarian is Out.”

“Do they-”

“All the time,” Ivy nodded. “It’s kinda their thing.”

“But, yeah, Farris and Connor tend to hang around the set,” Molly explained. “They don’t bother anyone, no one bothers them. They’re a bit older, kinda like the authority figures of the group.”

“If authority figures would let you make a dumba-”

“Tater,” Ivy nudged.

Tater changed their wording. “-unwise move in order to see what would happen.”

“They’re responsible for us without being responsible for us, if that makes sense,” Ivy commented. “Let’s get going though, before someone blows something up.” She shot a sideways glance at Speens, who put a hand up in surrender.

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Ivy swung open the doors to the theatre and immediately had to duck for cover. “What the HELL, Connor?”

They were holding onto some theatre seats, zooming back and forth the row on rollerblades, occasionally losing balance and having to sit down. After a particularly messy turn-around, they decided to crawl over to the red carpeted steps and laid there for a moment. Farris was perched in a seat a row down, calming watching as Connor seemed to be having an existential crisis. Upon seeing Tater and Cadence, Farris got up, carefully stepping around Connor. “New kids?”

“Farris, this is Tater, and that’s Cadence,” Ivy helped. “They’re helping us promote the play.”

“Congratulations, you’re adopted,” they vowed, though Tater looked confused. “What? I don’t make the rules. Oh, wait, I’m supposed to be the responsible one…. Ok, so I make the rules, but they can be bent if the alternative’s interesting enough. Right, Connor?”

“Uh huh,” he called from the floor tiredly. If he hadn’t spoken, he would have been deemed dead.

“Lynn and the rest of the gang are in the back,” Farris informed them, pulling a skateboard from under their seat and helping Connor stand. Connor’s rollerblades flailed a bit as he struggled to get up, but his arm was slung around Farris’s shoulder, supporting him.

“DO A KICKFLIP,” Connor prompted, his words slurred.

“Are you kidding, I haven’t skateboarded since I was six, I need an actual skate park to practice that,” Farris recounted. “And how drunk are you?”

“Yes,” he responded, giggling in a hiccupy way. “Does anyone have more vodka?”

“I got you fam,” Speens said, pulling out a suitcase of alcohol from thin air.

“Anyways,” Ivy interjected, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I’ll go get the others, wait here.”

Ivy returned with Gray, Lynn, Holes, Panda, and Meg, and introduced them accordingly. “Gray works on the special effects, Lynn designed everyone’s costumes, Holes makes the set, Panda is a theatre critic, and Meg is our concept artist.”

“So, other than animation, is there anything else you bring to the table?” Molly asked.

“Well, I do glass art,” Cadence supplied. “It’s probably not relevant, but when it’s still really hot and glowy, which is when you can shape it, it looks like it would make a good snack. Hell, it almost looks like Gatorade. I can show a picture if you’d like.”

Cadence took her phone out and everyone crowded around to see.

“More like Powerade, Gatorade doesn’t come in that kind of blue,” Speens added.

“F O R B I D D E N S P I C Y G A T O R A D E,” Connor yelled, startling Farris.

“NO,” Holes countered, clearly distressed. “Do NOT drink molten glass. You’d die!”

“You call it death, I call it adventure,” Molly smirked. “I’m here for it. C’mon Holes, live a little.”

“Sis, how have you made it to adulthood thinking like that?” Lynn questioned, looking a bit scared.

“And I know how to live, I’m living right now!” Holes countered.

“Sure you are, nerd.” Molly rolled her eyes. “And how many near death experiences have you had, huh?”

“Near death- okay, first of all, I am not a nerd-”

“You kinda are,” Tater mumbled. Holes gasped, putting a hand over her heart as if they were betrayed. “What? You are. You make a living off of reading books.”

“Used to, friend,” Holes clarified. “I’m a freelance artist now. I picked up this gig because of these fools. And good thing too, because now you’re about to poison yourselves! Second of all, um, none?! How many have you had?”

Molly clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Five. Blended corn, acorns, eating soap, eating paper, and an intense game of dodgeball. I haven’t even peaked with these experiences yet.”

“Immortal until proven mortal,” Connor finished for her.

Meg stood next to Molly and held her shoulders. “This girl, she’s going places.”

“Meg, not you, too, I swear to god-”

“sLuRp,” Ivy joined in, grinning from ear to ear.

Holes was getting hysterical. “What the actual hell is going on? Lynn, help me out here.”

“The Gatorade is Forbidden for a reason, kids,” Lynn tried to reason.

Gray stood up with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Where can we get it?”

“From the crunchy forbidden chocolate powder, of course,” Connor chimed in. Panda gave him a high-five while Holes became paler and paler from the cult forming in front of their eyes.

“This one speaks the truth,” Panda shrugged.

“Ok, what even is crunchy forbidden chocolate powder?”

“Sand, duh,” Connor said matter of factly. “Add some vodka, a martini, and some olives, and you got one heck of a slushie.”

“So that means there must be Forbidden Chewy Lettuce and Flavoured Forbidden Chewy Lettuce,” Tater went on. “Grass and flower petals. Cursed, but not wrong.”

“Ooh, and crackle air can be limestones and sodium carbonate, pies are dirt, bread is wood, and hard candy is metal,” Panda proclaimed.

“Fidget spinners are Forbidden Bagels, too,” Connor helped. “I should know, I tried the other day and cut my lip.”

Farris ignored the last part of Connor’s rant. “The variety pack, I like the sound of that.”

“Farris you’re supposed to look after us and you’re condoning this?!” Holes shouted.

Farris mounted his skateboard. “I’m not condoning anything. I’m enabling and hyping them up without joining in. That’s some big brain stuff.”

“This is why they control the brain cell,” Ivy nodded. “WAIT, ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGETS BURNING?!”

“Ives, you literally set a timer on the microwave backstage, you’re fine,” Tater reassured Ivy, holding her from running to check on her meal.

“Oh, like you know anything about microwaves,” Ivy argued. “You microwave ice cream.”

“It takes too long to soften, and I’m impatient,” Tater defended, turning to address Holes. “And it is eaten with a spoon.”

“Do not start this debate again- you know what, Panda, get ice cream from the mini-fridge, we’re settling this here and now,” Holes demanded.

“I think the real question is why is ice cream so hard,” Speens mentioned as Panda brought a tub of Haagen Daz ice cream. Holes used a fork to attempt to chisel out part of the snack. It wasn’t very successful.

“I think that’s just how Haagen Daz works,” Cadence observed.

Holes saw this as an opportunity to gain some momentum in the argument. “Not just this brand! All ice cream works like that!!!”

“No,” Panda objected. “Not Breyer’s. That stuff is always just right when you need it. Hashtag not sponsored.”

“Did you just break the fourth wall?” Lynn asked. “You know what, I don’t wanna know, just for the love of all that is good in this world please don’t drink the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade.”

“Too late,” Cadence said. “It’s easily accessible. Also, I’m calling E so we can recruit her.”

“Holes, I know you’re hiding it from us,” Molly speculated.

“What are you talking-”

“You’re keeping the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade all to yourself because you know of its power and you want it all to yourself.”

“I don’t HAVE the Gatorade, and I’m explicitly telling you it’s going to kill you if you drink it!”

As the bickering went on, Lynn slipped off to the vacant staff lounge to pull out her phone. There had to be a supplier somewhere who would give them this. She searched for a few minutes, and, after a few dead ends, she finally found an investor. “Cha-ching. Forbidden Incorporated is in business,” Lynn smiled to herself.

“Forbidden Incorporated, eh?” Farris asked from the doorway. Lynn froze and cursed herself for forgetting to lock the door. Now Farris knew of her plans. “Tell you what, I’ll keep your secret under one condition: We split the money 50/50, and get equal control over the decisions. So, deal?”

Lynn hesitated. She wasn’t sure she could trust Farris, but seeing as this was the only way to stop Holes from knowing just yet, she had no other choice. “Deal.”

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A/n: So that was fun and took entirely too long to write. I hope you enjoyed it and if you’re in the cult and I didn’t include you, reblog this and I’ll make a list. The next chapter might focus on a smaller group bc there are like thirteen characters here and I’m tired. Peace out!

#forbidden spicy gatorade

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gotosleep-rewrite · 6 years

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Jeff The Killer (Rewrite)

Part 1

Putting it under a cut for my fellow mobile users

Jeff grunted as he picked up the last box from the back of the van, struggling a minute before adjusting his grip and carrying it towards the house. He was just moving the box to his hip to open the door when a bright “Hello!” startled him into dropping the box.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Jeff turned around, forcing a smile onto his face. “It’s fine. What do you need.” He picked up the box, turning it a bit to check for damages. His mother appeared in the doorway behind him, opening the door so he could bring the box inside and stepping out herself. Jeff set the box down before turning around to catch the conversation.

“I’m Barbara. We live across the street from you and wanted to introduce myself to you!” The woman, Barbra, turned around to yell at some kids. “Randy! Billy! Come introduce yourselves.” The younger of the two came running across the street, attaching himself to his mother's side. The older kid just went inside the house, slamming the door behind him. The kid stared at Jeff for a moment before saying, “M’names Billy.” He continued to stare until his mother shooed him away.

Jeff assumed his mother smiled as she spoke. “Well, I’m Margaret and this is Jeff,” Jeff held up a peace sign at his name, waiting for a good time to slip away. “Liu, my other son, and my husband Peter are somewhere inside.” She sent a searching glance into the house, probably looking to drag someone else into the conversation. Jeff took this opportunity to slip away, waiting for the conversation to resume before darting up the stairs. He went to go unpack his stuff, but his father ushered him out of the room so he could assemble Jeff’s bed.

Liu invited him into his own room with a wave, closing the door behind them. Jeff sat on the bed, Liu going back to unpacking his room. Jeff opened up his phone, ignoring his messages in favour of mindlessly scrolling through it. They stayed like that for a few hours before Liu kicked him out so he could sleep off the move. Jeff begrudgingly got up and crept to his room. He could hear adults talking downstairs and assumed that his mother had invited Barbara inside. Jeff left his door open a crack and laid on his bed, too unmotivated to unpack anything but his bedding, which he had to search for.

As he laid down, Jeff felt a sharp pain in his chest. It disappeared after a moment, but it stayed in his mind for longer than he felt was necessary. After a while, he was almost asleep when his mother called him down to grab some more of his stuff. Jeff didn’t respond or move the first or second time she called, only after his dad screamed up the stairs for him. He did his best ‘just woke up face’ and zombie walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes as he greeted his family.

“Sorry, did I wake you? Anyways, you’ve got a lot of clothes down here. Help me carry them up.” He wasn’t really sorry, he never was. Jeff stifled a sigh and grabbed a half open box, lugging it up the stairs, his father following suit. He dropped the box next to his bed, just wanting to sleep, the memory of the pain still lingering. The other box was dropped just behind him, causing him to jump a bit. “Well, I’ll let you sleep. Get up early tomorrow, you gotta unpack your school stuff.” The door shut behind him with a soft click.

Jeff woke up to people walking around outside his door. He groggily grabbed his phone, nearly blinding himself as he checked the time. 5:24 am. He groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep and stood up, stumbling over to the light switch. He cursed when he hit his shin on one of the boxes, hopping the rest of the way and angrily flipping the switch, covering his eyes as light flooded his room. He blinked for a second, adjusting, before making his way to a box he really hoped had clothing in it. He grabbed a few random clothes, holding them up to each other to make sure they matched, then trudged to the bathroom to change and wake himself up.

Once he had changed, Jeff splashed some cold water onto his face, but it didn’t help as much as he hoped. Sighing, he ran a brush through his hair before making his way down stairs. He waved hi to Liu, who was about as excited as he was to be awake at dark o’clock in the morning. Jeff sat down at the counter as Liu pushed the cereal box and a bowl towards him, standing up to put his own bowl in the sink. Jeff made to pour the cereal, but jolted as the pain in his chest returned, causing a bit of cereal to spill onto the counter. Liu turned to look at him quizzically, but Jeff shrugged it off with a sarcastic “Oops, there go my loops.” Liu laughed before disappearing up the stairs to unpack his school stuff. Jeff scooped the cereal into his hand and poured it back into the bowl before continuing to make his breakfast.

After placing his bowl next to Liu’s, Jeff went up to his room, half-heartedly searching the boxes for his backpack and supplies. Eventually, he found the box containing them and emptied it onto the floor, sifting through the supplies and dumping them into his backpack haphazardly. Afterwards, he sat on his bed, charging his phone while he scrolled through it.

Eventually, Liu knocked on his door and Jeff jumped off the bed, pocketing his phone and grabbing his bag. He followed Liu down the stairs, grabbing the money his mother left on the counter for lunch. They didn’t talk on the way to the bus stop, Jeff putting headphones in and Liu texting some of his old friends. Liu sat on the bench, shading his phone so he could continue to see the screen while Jeff leaned against the pole, listening to music.

The two were pulled back into reality when someone on a skateboard jumped over Liu’s lap, inches above his phone. Liu jolted back in surprise, letting out an angry “Oh, what the hell!” Jeff slowly turned off his music while the kid landed, keeping the headphones in and an indifferent look on his face.

The kid turned back to them, kicking his skateboard up and catching it in his hands. He looked about the same age as Jeff, fifteen. “Well, looks like we got some fresh meat.” Jeff watched two other kids come up behind Jeff, one of them grabbing his arm. Jeff shrugged him off, moving to stand by Liu. “Since you’re new here, I thought we would introduce ourselves. That’s Keith, he’s Troy” the kid nodded at the guy who grabbed Jeff, “and I’m Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift.”

Neither of them responded, Liu just looking at Jeff and mouthing What the fuck, drawing a small smile from him. Randy got up in Jeff’s face. “I’m talking to you, freak.” Jeff took one headphone out and stared at him blankly, watching Liu stand up out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, not happening. Find some other kid to harass.” He put the earbud back in and looked away, keeping eye contact with Liu. Liu shook his head, adjusting his bag on his shoulders.

“It wasn’t a question. Either you pay the bus fair, or you’re walking to school.” Jeff could feel someone standing behind him, a quick glance from the corner of his eye telling him it was Troy. Jeff balled his fists, an action that did not go unnoticed by Liu, who shook his head at him.

“And I said it’s not happening, so fuck off.” Jeff pushed away from them, standing by himself, away from the group. He caught movement from the corner of his eye and narrowly avoided a punch from Keith. Before Keith could turn around, Jeff turned and punched him in the back of the head, sending him to the ground.

Nobody moved for a second, only reacting when the bus started coming down the street. Liu quickly went and grabbed Jeff’s arm, pulling him away from the trio and closer to the bus stop. Keith stood up, putting a hand to the back of his head. Troy advanced to retaliate, but was stopped by the opening of the bus doors. Jeff and Liu rushed onto the bus under the driver’s watchful eye. They sat together near the front, Jeff staring at the other boys as they entered the bus.

Before he could say anything, Randy was quickly pulled away by a dark haired girl, who dragged him to the back of the bus, Troy and Keith following them. Liu pulled out his phone, texting his friends about what happened. Jeff went to do the same, but was stopped by the feeling in his chest. This time though, it was less of a pain and more of a warmth. He closed his eyes and just focused on the feeling, leaning his head on the window.

Jeff walked into his first class alone, picking a desk at the back of the room. He watched the other kids begin to file in, scattering across the room to wait for their friends. He pulled his phone out, scrolling through old texts while he waited for class to start, making sure to keep his bag under his desk. He put his phone down as the teacher, who introduced himself as Mr. Howard, began to walk around the room for attendance, passing out schedules as he did. As soon as the paper was slid onto his desk, Jeff took a picture of it, cropping it to fit as his lock screen before turning his phone off, sliding it into his bag.

Jeff zoned out for the standard start of the year speech from the teacher, doodling on his schedule. He rested his head on his hand, only looking up when he felt someone staring at him. He looked around, locking eyes with a girl who was almost completely turned around in her chair and staring at him. Jeff focused on a bright pink strand of hair, which stood out from the rest of her dark hair, before shaking his head at her and returning to his drawing, quickly tuning out the teacher’s talking. He could tell that she hadn’t stopped staring at him, but ignored her in favour of sketching an eye.

He was shaken from his trance when a paper was placed on his desk. Picking it up, Jeff realized it was the class syllabus. He looked up to the front of the room, glancing at the clock before listening to the teacher read over the packet.

The bell rang sooner than he expected, forcing him to shove the syllabus into his bag and hurry out of the room, pulling out his phone to begin his search for his next class. A tap on his shoulder called his attention to the girl from earlier, who had a large smile on her face.

“Hi! You’re new here, right? Do you need help finding your next class? Do you want me to take you there?” She spoke quickly, barley leaving any room for Jeff to answer a question before moving on to the next one. He blinked at her, waiting for her to finish before answering.

“Uh, yeah, it’s my first year here. Could you help me find it?” Jeff answered slowly. He didn’t really want to talk to this girl, she was way too excited. But he really did need her help, so he showed her the picture of his schedule. She took the phone from his hands, studying the picture for a moment before brightening up again.

“Great! Okay, so it’s like, halfway across the school, but you’ve got a study hall, so it’s good. I’ll lead you!” She shoved his phone back into his ands and grabbed his other wrist, practically dragging him through the halls as she chatted at him. He ended up not minding much, as she pointed out different rooms to him along the way, including the gym and the cafeteria.

They got to the study hall right before the warning bell rang. The girl left before he could ask her name, the one thing she had managed to avoid talking about, but he shrugged it off and entered the room.

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer rewrite #creepypasta #creepypasta rewrite #my writing #randy #troy #keith #long post

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littlepryingpandorica · 6 years

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Project Rebuild Chapter 5

EXT. BUS STOP – DAY

The song “Operation New Me” begins playing.

[SONG: Operation New Me by Jingle Punks - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoXlrhojd3g ]

[Out the door and I’m ready to go-oh] Lloyd walks up to his other classmates as the bus stop and waves hi.

LLOYD: Hello!

[It’s me version 2.0 –oh, Here’s something, you never see it, makes it right] None of Lloyd’s classmates want to associate with him. They tear up Lego bricks from the surrounding area and build a literal brick wall in between them and Lloyd. They shun him, looking the other way with arms crossed, chins up and eyes closed.

[People talking about my dad’s situation] The bus arrives and Lloyd walks into the bus. Everyone is fighting in a rowdy dust ball of violence. The moment Lloyd steps into the middle of the aisle, everyone stops whatever they were doing and sits down, glaring at Lloyd. There are a few empty seats left.

[I’ll always be the shame of the nation] Lloyd’s other classmates rush into the bus, shoving Lloyd out of the way and claiming the few remaining seats.

LLOYD: Hey!

[Could it be that they’ll never see me as me] Lloyd sits down in the last remaining free seat. Someone tosses a crumpled piece of paper at him. Lloyd unfolds it and he sees a crude drawing of himself in black Overlord robes when he used to be evil.

[Operation New Me] After taking a seat, Lloyd looks at his other classmates and sees they all moved to the other side of the bus.

[Operation New Me] Lloyd looks out the window and forces a smile but it melts away quickly as the bus starts to move.

[If you don’t like what the world’s saying Time to start a new conversation] The bus is entirely tilted to one’s side as it moves.

EXT. NINJAGO HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

[You are not a no one] Panning shot of Ninjago High School as the bus rolls into view.

[Deep down you’re a top gun] Shot of multiple students entering the school either by foot, skateboard or bike.

[Be your own wingman Wheels up to the sky] Lloyd steps out of the bus and surveys the area. The bus door slams shut and the music cuts abruptly.

Sounds of students chattering all silence when Lloyd comes into view. Everyone glares at Lloyd. Lloyd slowly walks to the school entrance. As he passes by, he can hear the other students whispering about him behind his back.

KID # 1: Shhhh. That’s the kid I was telling you about.

KID # 2: He and his dad ruin everything.

KID # 3: I don’t even think that’s his real eye color. Ever notice how his eyes only started being consistently green around the same time the Green Ninja started showing up? What a copycat!

Lloyd can feel everyone’s gaze on him as he walks. But suddenly Zane slides in and diffuses the tension. Lloyd’s mood lightens up considerably. Zane talks with a very robotic inflection.

ZANE: Hello fellow teenager!

LLOYD: Zane, buddy! How ya been?

ZANE: Man, my mom is on my case all the time! She’s like...

Zane makes modem dial up noises as his face glitches.

ZANE (CONT’D): ... and I’m like “Lay off Mom! I’m just a teenager!”

LLOYD: I hear that!

ZANE: Anyway, my internal calendar indicates that today is the anniversary of your birth. Would you care for a sugar-based confectionery delight? I baked it this morning.

Zane offers Lloyd a box of lime green Lego stud cupcakes (round 1x1 with swirled top).

LLOYD: Ooooh! Matcha! My favorite!

Lloyd grabs a cupcake and takes a bite. He speaks with his mouth full.

LLOYD: Mmmmm. Thanks Zane!

Lloyd and Zane walk up to the school doors. Lloyd pushes the double doors open.

INT. NINJAGO HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

On the other side of the hallway is Kai. Kai jumps up and waves to get Lloyd’s attention.

KAI: Bro!

Kai walks up to Lloyd with his arms wide open.

KAI: Dude, gimme a hug, man! Gimme a birthday hug!

LLOYD: Kai!

Kai tackles Lloyd in a tight embrace. Lloyd struggles to breathe, helpless in Kai’s grip.

KAI: That’s a good one!

ZANE: Birthday hug? Let me get in on that! I’ll increase the pressure dramatically.Zane walks toward Kai and Lloyd and wraps his arms around them. He squeezes them tightly. Lloyd struggles even more desperately.

LLOYD: Zane! Zane! ZANE!

We hear a distinct and audible CRUNCHING NOISE, like something being broken. Lloyd grunts. Zane releases Lloyd and Kai. Lloyd takes deep breaths.

KAI: Haha! Good one, Zane!

LLOYD: Yeah! (huff) good, just... give me a moment, (breathes) where are the others?

SMASH CUT TO: INT. SCHOOL LOCKERS - DAY

We see a close up of Cole as he listens to “In the End” by Linkin Park on his radio boom box at full volume. He has his hair down.

[SONG: In The End by Linkin Park - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVT... ]

[I tried so hard and got so far] Cole has a despondent look on his face. He has mostly resigned himself to his fate as the once great ex-leader of the Secret Ninja Force.

[But in the end, it doesn’t even matter] We see from Cole’s POV, Jay is in front of him, chatting enthusiastically. His voice is being drowned out by the music.

[I had to fall to lose it all, but it the end, it doesn’t even matter] We see a mid shot of Cole and Jay leaning on Lloyd’s locker as the music dies down and Jay’s voice becomes audible. Jay has a long strip of paper in his hands. He is reading his fortune prophecy out loud.

JAY: “Your Master Builder application has been received. Ask again later.” Auuughhh!!!! But what does that mean? Did I get in? Did I not get in? What if Nya gets in and I don’t? I feel so excited and nervous at the same time! I just... auuugghhh!!!!!

Jay grabs a hold of Cole’s shoulders and shakes him back and forth wildly. Cole smiles softly and pats Jay on the back as though to say “There there.”

JAY: (to himself) Maybe I should ask Lloyd how he got in. (to Cole) What does yours say?

Cole wordlessly takes out his fortune prophecy and unfolds it. He shows it to Jay without saying anything. It is completely blank. Cole’s facial expression is equally empty.

JAY: Lazy writing huh? That’s rough.

Cole sighs, folds his fortune prophecy and returns it to his pocket. He closes his eyes and continues listening to music.

A couple of kids approach the lockers shaking cans of black spray paint. Jay sees them and tries to give them a death glare but he is not intimidating enough. Cole opens his eyes, notices them and gives them a proper death glare. The kids back away slowly. As the bullies leave, Zane, Kai and Lloyd come into view, completely unaware of the bullies’ presence.

LLOYD: Jay! Cole! What’s up?

Cole turns off his boom box and smiles softly. It is a genuine smile, but his eyes betray a certain sadness.

JAY: Look! No one messed with your locker today! Happy Birthday!

Jay and Cole step aside to show Lloyd’s spotless locker.

LLOYD: Thanks guys!

Lloyd gives the Lego equivalent of a high five to Jay and Cole.

A loud roaring sound is heard as Nya rides in through the school’s hallways on her motorbike. The motorcycle’s tires screech noisily as she stops just in front of the other Ninja. A passing teacher yells at her for not following school guidelines.

TEACHER: (SHOUTING) NO MOTORBIKES IN THE HALLWAY!

NYA: (SHOUTING) I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION!

TEACHER: (SHOUTING) OKAY!

LLOYD: Hey Nya!

Nya turns to Lloyd and the others. She waves her hand.

NYA: Yo bro!

KAI: What’s up sis?

NYA: Oh hey, actual bro!

JAY: Hey, Nya! Where’d you get that bike? At the great stuff store? (whispers to Cole) Nya is so boss!

Jay latches on to Cole’s arm and Cole rolls his eyes.

NYA: Check out my new paint job! On my new BIKE! ‘Cause I made them both myself!

EVERYONE: Cool!!!

NYA: It’s the Lady Iron Dragon! My HERO!

Nya gestures with her hands in enthusiasm. We see a close up of Nya’s painting. Then we see a close up of Lloyd’s face. He sees the image and has a knowing look in his eyes. He recognizes Lady Iron Dragon as the vigilante alter-ego of his mother, Koko.

NYA: Have I ever told you guys the legend of Lady Iron Dragon?

Kai and Jay answer at the same time.

KAI: (dismissively) Only like a thousand times...

JAY: (eagerly) No, you haven’t!

Kai facepalms. Nya goes on storyteller mode. Everyone huddles around Nya.

NYA: Many years ago, before the Secret Ninja Force protected this city, Ninjago was safeguarded by a mysterious vigilante. She was called the Lady Iron Dragon. But to know the legend of Lady Iron Dragon, we have to go back, way way back.

ZANE: Ooooh, story time? This calls for a round of sugar-based confectionery delights!

Zane takes out his box of matcha cupcakes and offers one to each of his friends. They each take one and eat it. After Zane offers Cole the last cupcake, Cole leans on Zane’s shoulder. The others speak while eating their cupcakes.

We pan over to Kai.

KAI: Oh man! Zane, these are amazing! I wish I had a mom who could bake like you!

We pan over to Nya.

NYA: I wish I had a mom who could be Lady Iron Dragon!

We pan over to Lloyd.

Lloyd smiles awkwardly at this but no one notices.

We pan over to Jay.

JAY: I’m actually super uncomfortable with wishes and what if scenarios so I am perfectly content with my current mom. And also my dad.

Nya leans into view and pats her boyfriend on the back. We then pan over to Cole and hold on him. He does not comment his thoughts on his mother. While the others are finishing their cupcakes, Cole instead takes a shiny black rock out of his pocket and looks at it wordlessly before placing it back. It is shard of ONYX, the Stone of Strength.

Cole looks back up at the others and Nya continues her story.

NYA: So anyway, many years ago, Ninjago was a small, peaceful village...

A/N: Don’t click on the Onyx link unless you want to be potentially spoilered.

CHAPTER INDEX

#Ninjago #Ninjago Project Rebuild #Project Rebuild #Chapter 5 #Ninjago Lloyd #Lloyd Garmadon #Zane #Ninjago Zane #Kai #Ninjago Kai #Cole #Ninjago Cole #Jay #Ninjago Jay #Nya #Ninjago Nya

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