Hardknock life for Dew!

[BeakerSqueedom]

SHHHHH, ALEX!

I AM! LOL! I will pm you sometime this week.
I still have my hands full.
My mom still snaps if she sees my laptop.

This week, I will post the story.
I'm not even supposed to be writing 'em right now.
But I can't help it.



Thank you, Alex! XD For commenting on my story!


It'll be FUNNNN! YEEE!
*Girly squeal*

 

[Java]

Wonderful chapter!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Er...meep?

The windows loomed hauntingly, each snapping its velvety curtains together, a shadow that grew ever so large like an infectious plague, glided freely through the hall. Natural lighting grew scarce, a battle lost to the ever-growing darkness. Students giggled away from the safety of their classrooms, oblivious to what occurred outside of their room. The chandeliers swayed in mourning. The school became quite an unpleasant sight.

All returned to normal, once the doors opened; the shadows fled at the sound of children as they stepped out in packs discussing recent lessons. The curtains sneakily snapped open before anyone could catch them. The light timidly entered the scene. The paint of the lockers no longer peeled, but actually pieced itself back together.

“Polynomials—I love them.” Bunsen commented giddily “We’ve much to do this evening, Beakie.” He reminded. The tall muppet nodded in agreement. They stuffed their books into their designated lockers. Beaker looked into the mirror carefully “Perfectmeep.” He said. Bunsen innocently took a peek into his locker and spotted a very provocative picture of Marilyn Monroe “I spy with my little eye, a picture of a certain celebrity sex symbol that my dear friend has an eye for.” He teased. Beaker flushed at the comment, and slammed his locker shut “Meep meep meep, meep meep meep.” He justified. Bunsen patted him on the back “Oh, yes, Beaker, it does make a lovely adornment—classic, hmm?” He humored him, “A little art?” He joked some more. Beaker ignored his taunts on the way to the library.

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Blood-stained carpets, torn books, and a dim light overshadowed his better judgment…



Pepe: Me gustaría un abrazo, hokay?

 

[The Count]

...! Pepe, what are ju thinkin' hokay? Dis is not de womens for ju. She is de torture of many... Run while ju still can! Quick, before da prawn gets mussled! No, not steamed shrimps!

BTW: Loved the little glimpses of darkness fleeing at the coming of the light. And Beaker's always had good taste when it comes to pop culture... Ms. Monroe, Little Richard, Star Trek... Shame his fan cruise was interrupted by Commadore Kangaroo though.
Post more pleasants!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

xD Gee, thanks, I'm hug-friendly too, yah know?
*Glomps Eddie*

 

[Beakerfan]

Ooooooooh! Tis wonderful, Claudia m'dear! Can't wait for more!

(Beaker always has such good taste.....)

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

(Seriously, my dudette! Beaker is just awesome with these things!)

Thank you!
Update that fic of yours, Alex!

 

[Beakerfan]

Honestly Squeege, I don't know if I'm EVER going to finish the Isle! *pouts* I have very little time as it is, not to mention other stories that I need to continue working on (outside of MC, that is)

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

;_; But, I have college stuff to do too!
And I still post my amatuer fics.

XD While you, being an excellent writer, are neglecting your AMAZING fic.

Bad Alex!

LOL

X3 No more cookies for you.

 

[Beakerfan]

*looks sheepish* I'm sorry.... maybe I'll get to it during Christmas break. To be honest, the Isle is really not on my priority list of masterpieces to finish. I don't think I'm really cut out for fan-fic kind of stuff. (Although, I don't mean to toot my own horn or nothin, but uh, I think the project I'm working on right now could potentially be a full-length book..... I already have the first chapter done)