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Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 20:42:12 No.68297165 Report

>>68297158
Are you able to vibe with this one today?
>Since we had a conspiracy version, can I get more comical different ending to this one, where after being cornered in a room by his blank emotion faced friends they reveal it was all a prank, but they actually are all still robots

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 20:52:35 No.68297425 Report

Quoted By: >>68297511

>>68297165

>I almost trip over myself as I round the corner, aiming for the school's front doors. A veritable wall of saurians blocks my path. Stumbling backwards I push as hard as I can. Anywhere.
>I find my anywhere, an empty classroom. I can hide here for just a few moments, just long enough for them to clear from an exit then I take flight. I take a second to think about where I'll even go. Are they all like this?
>To my horror I hear the door have a pressure placed upon it. The quiet creaking makes me duck my head under the teacher's desk. I hold my breath.
>I count out my heartbeats as I listen intently. No noise is made. My vision begins to darken as I realize exactly how long I've been doing this, right after hyperventilating.
>I hazard the smallest breath I can muster. Still nothing.
>They must have left. I go ahead and move out of my hiding spot, ready to chance another go at a retreat.
>Yet several blank faces stare at me. Trish, Naomi, Reed, Fang all of them. Every single saurian I'd met up until this point just staring. Waiting.
>I flatten myself up against the whiteboard. They step forward. Slowly and full of intent.
>I prepare for a fight. I'm no athlete, god no but I'm not going to just let it happen. I crouch slightly and prepare.
>Fang breaks, snorting and laughing. Trish rolls her eyes and calls out.
>"Oh goddamnit, Fang." I dart my eyes wildly between the lot.
>She keeps laughing. Naomi and Naser sigh and shrug, making motions to leave.
>Suddenly I feel very, very embarrassed. And quite mad at Fang.
>I slide down the wall and plant my ass on the floor as Fang finally recovers from her giggle-fit, moving over to offer me a hand.
>I glance up to see Reed's come over as well, showing me his arm. It was goddamned paint that rubbed off on his scales when he bumped the door.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 15 Aug 2024 20:56:03 No.68297511 Report

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>>68297425
>I'm never living this down, am I? I'm yanked to my feet and am now face-to-face with the lot. Trish wearing a shit-eating grin while Fang wipes tears from her eyes. Reed merely shrugs.
>"Just to be clear we are actually robots, dweeb."
>I squint at her. Not falling for it again.
>"Right. Right you are, robo-Fang." I huff and fold my arms as she merely glances over to her compatriots. Eyes rolled and it seems the jig is up.
>I stand and decide it's time to leave. I'd had enough fun at my expense for today. I start out and Fang calls after.
>"I mean it! We really are!"
>I fire up a middle finger pointed behind me as I leave the room.

Fin, best you're getting.

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