Wasn't bad.
Yeah. :)
I feel like I got lucky in my third class today. Yes good, it was good.
Anyway, I'm finally gonna type up and post a new skit. I might continue this skit situation on other days.
My obsession with my characters and skits + my real life struggles with school and college prep hell = this skit
Haha ok.
(Duke is so relatable to me lmao. XD)
Tomorrow is Friday the 13th and Voltron season 4. Woo! The hype is real! :0 :D
I have more poem ideas. Oh...
@ the anonymous spambots who keep commenting: leave me alone.
Now onto the skit!~
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[The room is a computer lab. A long table wraps around the perimeter of the room. Desktop computers are on top of the table, and computer chairs are by the table and the desktops. Inside the room are Finny who is typing on his keyboard, Twinkle who is typing but much slower than Finny, and Dawn who brought a nearby chair to be almost behind Twinkle's. Dawn speaks to Twinkle softly, and Twinkle nods her head and types faster. All seems peaceful and productive. But not for long. All of a sudden, the quiet atmosphere goes away as Duke opens the door. For some reason, he is so loud. As he approaches where the three of them are seated, he nearly yells like a complete fool.]
Duke: *faces the side of Finny's head* Hey Finny, what are you doing?
Finny: *lifts fingers off keyboard* Revising my essay.
Duke: You're such a nerd. *faces Dawn* What are you two doing here?
Dawn: Twinkle is typing her essay, and I'm helping her with it.
Twinkle: *stops typing and faces Duke* Don't you have to work on your essay?
Duke: What essay are you talking about?
Finny: *turns chair around and sighs deeply annoyed* Our essays to apply to colleges. It's the beginning of senior year, and we're seniors now.
Duke: Oh really?
Finny: Uh, yeah? We're 17 now which means we're seniors. During senior year, people work on their college application essays.
Duke: Why are we suddenly seen as seniors?
Finny: Well, it's because of our creator. Cutepups- that's who our creator is- is now a senior at school. Cutepups believed to make us- especially you and Twinkle- the same age as her. That's why Cutepups made you 14 in 2014 when she was 14, and now that it's 2017 that means we're 17.
Duke: *mutters* You guys are nerds. Thinking of school and typing essays.. oh please.
Twinkle: Please what? Where is your essay, Duke? Did you even start it yet?
Duke: *trying to hold back laughter* Going to college is something that'll happen in the future. A little less than a year, I believe? The concept of me going out of my way to stress over college is pointless. I won't be alive in this body form in a few months, so why would I apply if I'll be dead when this time of year rolls again next year? I can waste my time doing something a little more enjoyable.. like, I could bother Fierdan and Ryen.
Dawn: *chuckles and faces Duke directly* This is the skit universe, not the story one. The time period of skits is after the end of the story but not exactly. In this skit universe, you and Fierdan are two separate human beings that just look vaguely similar. In other words, you can't inevitably die here.
Twinkle: *snickers* What a fool.
Duke: Oh.. oh sh*t. I'm not gonna die due to my body breaking down in the next few months. That means I'll be alive next year. F*ck...
Twinkle: You really thought the same thing would happen over here? We're humans here, and you and Fierdan are different people.
Duke: I get it, Twinkle! I'm a fool! *sweats and runs to an empty chair and computer area along the table*
Dawn: *whispers to Twinkle*
Duke: Hey Dawn, why aren't you typing anything yourself?
Twinkle: *sighs and continues typing*
Finny: *types rapidly*
Dawn: Oh, I'm not a senior. I'm only a junior.
Duke: You're a year younger than us? I thought you were a year younger than Fierdan.
Dawn: Yeah, I don't get Cutepups. I thought the same too, but I guess not. Well, in this skit universe at least.
Duke: So that means you're 16, right?
Dawn: Yeah.
Duke: But you were always the mature one out of the three of us. I saw you as a young adult.
Twinkle: She looked nothing like an adult, you fool!
Duke: *rolls eyes* She didn't act like a teenager either. She was living by herself in the middle of nowhere. She mesmerized me before I even saw her in person, and when I did, I found the link between her, Fierdan, and then later myself. She helped train our powers. Sorry Twinkle, but kids aren't exactly like that.
Dawn: *leans far back in chair* Oh haha, I lost my sense of childhood at a very young age. Even Fierdan and Ryen don't fully understand why. I mean they do, but not at the personal level that I know.
Finny: *takes a break from typing*
Duke: *closes eyes and whispers softly as if quoting someone else's words* "Do you want to know why I'm allowed to do these things to you? It's because you're not, and never have been or will be, a child. You're not a child. You coming into existence was a mistake. You were born from ruins, and you aren't mine. You're a monster."
Dawn: *shudders as if she can relate to Duke's words* Z and T. Almost the same. How horrible.
Duke: *nods and turns chair to face computer screen* Okay, so what's the essay prompt?
Finny: Prompts. There's a bunch of them you can choose from.
Twinkle: I don't see the point. You clearly have no college app account, no colleges in mind, so why would you write an essay? You don't have to go to college, you know.
Duke: *turns chair around and eyes brighten* Actually, I do have colleges in mind.
Twinkle: *smirks* Oh really? Which ones?
Duke: Duke and Harvard.
Twinkle: Duke? That's because that school has the same name as you.
Duke: Yep.
Twinkle: And.. and Harvard? You know that's ivy league and really hard to get into, right?
Duke: A few years ago, I said I was going to Harvard. Now that I'm old enough to apply, I'm gonna apply there.
Finny: You'll get rejected. Apply all you want, but just know that they won't accept you.
Duke: Why not? Am I not swag enough for them?
Twinkle: Your school record is terrible, that's why. Who knows how many days of school we missed before the school turned into debris? And if that's not enough, you have plenty of detentions. I still can't understand why or how you got so many.
Duke: Oh true.. f*ck.
Finny: I think you'll be fine with applying to Duke University.
Duke: Fine, I'll just do that one then. Just break all my hopes and dreams, it's fine.
Finny: *looks at the time* Okay, I really have to get back to work on mine.
Twinkle: Yeah same. You can help Duke out if you want, Dawn.
Dawn: Sure. *gets up and walks toward Duke while dragging her chair behind her*
Duke: So, uh, what is Twinkle writing hers about?
Dawn: *rubs her hands* She had trouble coming with an idea, so I gave her some inspiration.
Duke: What is hers about?
Dawn: Well.. umm.. it's about how a certain event changed her life.
Duke: For better or worse?
Dawn: Both. Feelings are complicated things, you know.
Twinkle: *hears what they're saying, gets up, and leaves room*
Duke: *looks at the door, confused*
Dawn: *whispers* It's about you. You changed her life, Duke. One of the prompts is to write about an event that changed you. Meeting you was an event, and it definitely changed her. The same can go for you.
Duke: Ugh, Twinkle thinks about me far too much. I'm not her lifeline, geez!
Dawn: That's true.
Finny: Shush!
Dawn: Oh, sorry!
Finny: Trying to fix my writing errors here. Can you two please tone it down?
Duke: Yeah sure. *flexes hands and places them above keyboard while he stares at the dark blank computer monitor*
Dawn: *presses the power button on the computer* Turning it on could help.
Duke: Oh right.
Finny: Oh I just realized something. Sparkle is the same age as Duke, but she wasn't in here working on her essay. That's strange.
Duke: Hmm.. maybe she came in here at an earlier time?
Finny: *faces Duke and Dawn* I stayed in here all day. She didn't come in once.
Duke: Maybe she's trying to avoid you.
Finny: That's rude.
Duke: Yep.
Finny: Pfft.
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Hehe, these foolish nerds. :p
Bye now.
~ Cutepups
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