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georgi-girl · 5 months ago

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Babble: Track 19

trigger warning for graphic violence and references to hate crimes.

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Most of all, he need the funk.

Help him find the funk

Oh funk me!

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Tone, Riley, Bridget, Jack Frost, and Mabel Pines were all sitting by Dippers’ bed watching him sleep. Miguel and Species were still gone and Zodiac left to find them.

A crashing sound came from the floor below them. Pitch was back. Tone plucked the Rock string and transformed into the Rock Aspect.

“You stay here,” she instructed the humans. “I’ll handle this.” Then she sped off. Jack Frost followed her.

"I love your manic energy but you gotta be careful with this guy," Jack told her. “He doesn’t control the healthy kind of fear that keeps you from walking into traffic. He controls the kind of fear that leads to paranoia, prejudice and hate.” "I already eat those feelings for breakfast," the Aspect boasted.

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Bridget peered into what Zodiac called the Mindscape. Aside from Renee, she saw a woman with pink hair and a blue dress. Poppy. And she saw a man with sickly grey skin. Branch. They both looked really worried.

“You can go after them,” Bridget told them. “You don’t have to stay in here.”

Branch floated off immediately, while Poppy stayed behind long enough to thank Bridget and plant an intangible kiss on her cheek.

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Miguel and Species made their way back to the clinic. It was already dark so the Bergens were awake.

“What do we do if they see us?” Miguel asked.

“The only thing we can do,” Species answered. “Fight like Hell.”

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The Rock Aspect confronted Pitch on the ground floor. He stood surrounded by horse-like Nightmares and humanoid Fearlings. Hard rock music played over the speaker system.

“Back off!" The Rock Aspect demanded. "Or I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Insult my taste in music? I’ll be honest, every kind of music sounds exactly the same to me.” Pitch rolled his eyes.

That was so offensive, the Rock Aspect hissed in anger. Jack readied his staff to fight.

“But enough about me. Let’s focus on you…”

Shadows enveloped him, making him look just like Queen Barb of the Rock Trolls. To top it off, he spoke in her voice.

“Hey! I’m Barb! I’ll never have the guts to kiss a girl or use neopronouns or admit I like listening to Shimmy Shimmy Ko Ko Bop over and over on a loop!”

“Shut Up!” The Rock Aspect screamed as she formed fireballs in her fists and tried to punch the illusion, only for it to disappear each time.

And each time, she almost punched a pink-haired woman or a grey-skinned man. The illusion kept at it.

“I’d rather attack other trolls than deal with my sick daddy. I’m nothing but a wannabe dictator. I’d rather have suck-ups than actual friends…”

“SHUT UP” her fists were on fire. She dealt a deadly right hook at the damned copy, finally hitting it… only to see she was punching Jack Frost in the chest, her hand still on fire!

“ahh,” he groaned.

“AHH!” she screamed.

Jack fell to his knees, the burn searing through his clothes and burning his skin. Frost covered the wound like a scab, then melted. His body was sweating and freezing at the same time. He kept gasping like a drowning man and curled up on the floor. The Rock Aspect knelt next to him, not sure how to help.

“Ouch. And he actually liked you.” Pitch stood over them, smiling gleefully.

With an angry cry, the Rock Aspect manifested a guitar in her hands. She swung it at Pitch repeatedly with all her strength. He nimbly dodged once, twice, thrice. taunting her the whole time.

"You were going to conquer all the other troll tribes, and you can’t even take me on."

The Rock Aspect raised the guitar above her head, ready to bring it down like a sword…

Shhiiicccckkkk sliced a shadow blade. And down fell the axe, with her hands ~ Barbs’ hands~ still attached to it.

The speakers backfired.

She stood there in shock, then she lowered her arms and stared at the bleeding stumps. She panted faster and faster, a scream building up inside her. Pitch stood there with his own hands folded behind his back.

“No more guitar. No more drums. No more of that inane hand gesture you love so much. Try taking over the world now.”

That did it. The scream tore its way from her throat, louder than any human scream. On the lyre, the red Rock string lost its glow and became dull.

Then she collapsed. The speakers all went silent. Pitch strode up to take the lyre, but as he reached down to grab it, the Rock Aspect shifted into something else, someone else. The shifting, glowing person stood up, and revealed himself as the Jazz Aspect.

Far away, the sleeping Filipino woman woke up with a start. She had to get to the hiding place now!

The Jazz Aspect glanced at Jack, unconscious on the floor, with nightmares gathering around him. He had to get Pitch away from Jack. So, he blew on his clarinet and created massive illusions.

The world warped and distorted around them. Pitch pursued the Jazz Aspect through a surreal labyrinth of clouds and animal images.

“Very cute,” Pitch said when he finally caught up with him. “But I’ve seen better.”

The Jazz Aspect spat on the floor. “Fine,” he said as he licked his lips. “You asked for it!” Suddenly shadow tendrils whipped around his neck and hands and dragged him into darkness.

“So did you,” Pitch said as a loud whipping went on in the dark.

In the mindscape, Renee shivered with a strange discomfort all over her body. She told Riley something bad was happening. Riley sent her emotions Joy and Anger to investigate.

The womans' feet ran on top of the snow, not making a footprint, as she ran in the direction of the clinic.

The Jazz Aspect lay on the floor groaning, his back covered in lashes. He weakly pluck the Orange Country string. The smooth jazz on the speakers abruptly changed to an intense country song. And the Jazz Aspect changed into the Country Aspect, complete with equine legs.

“Oh, a centaur! I love horses!” Pitch laughed as he released his nightmares. The Country Aspect fought them off with a metal pole.

Meanwhile, Joy and Anger found Jack and alerted Riley through their mental link.

The Country Aspect fought with everything she had. “Your scare tactics won't work on me,” she yelled defiantly. “I’m not afraid to die!”

He suddenly pulled her close, almost like a lover. “And how would you know?” He formed something in his hand. “You’ve never tried it.” He pressed the thing into her belly, and fired six shots point blank. She gasped and gagged and crumbled to the floor. Pitch blew on the barrel of the gun he created.

Her wild hair covered her body. She ran so hard she was practically on all fours.

The Country Aspect weakly plucked her fading string. The sound helped her shift into The Yodel Aspect.

He stood up and faced Pitch, fists raised.

Pitch scoffed, “Yodeling, nothing but a bunch of fancy yelling.”

“Says you!” The Aspect snapped.

The Yodel Aspect punched and kicked every attacker. As they started to overwhelm him he sucked in his breath, but before he could let out a yodel, Pitch formed a black dagger, sped towards him, and slashed his throat. The Yodel Aspect gagged and hacked as his neck bled.

He fell on all fours, staring dumbly at the puddle of blood on the floor.

Pitch smirked. “Not so tough now are you mountain boy?”

She did parkour through the trees, building up speed.

Riley ran to Jack Frost and lifted him up.

The Yodel Aspect shifted into the Classical Aspect. The winged yellow man immediately got up and flew away from Pitch. He barreled through the fearlings and nightmares like a golden bullet. As long as he kept away from Pitch Black, he couldn’t be hurt by him.

He was almost to the door, when Pitch himself blocked it.

“Out of my way! I’m sick of this ugly small world!”

“Ugly and small is it? Pitch smirked. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he extended his fingernails super long. Attacking from the side, he thrust his nails into the Aspects’ left ear, shredding it. The Aspect screamed in pain, too stunned to stop Pitch from doing the same thing to his right ear.

Before Pitch could attack again, the Aspect shifted into someone else…

Her hair parted to reveal the clothes that manifested on her body, a black loose-fitting corset and a black codpiece.

The Reggaeton Aspect fought with breakdancing. But Pitch used his shadows to restrain him.

He took a moment to register the song playing on the speaker.

“Despasito means slowly. So I’ll do this slowly.”

Crack. He had the tendril break the Aspects’ left leg. Then he broke the right leg. Crack. Reggaeton Aspect gasped in pain. Crack. Pitch broke the left arm. Crack. He broke the right arm. The Aspect was in so much pain he passed out.

Black accesseries appeard on her body; black ski goggles, on her forehead, a black seashell necklace around her neck, black wristbands on her wrists, a blck parl earring on her left ear and black toeless compression socks on her feet.

The Techno Aspect used lights to cancel out any darkness. Everyone’s covered in refractions like sunlight through water. “You can’t sneak up on me!” The Aspect announced.

“But I can still beat you,” Pitch smirked and formed a black harpoon in his hand. The Techno Aspect in turn formed a green whip.

Riley brought Jack into the bedroom.

He tore the harpoon out of his hands, but Pitch was too fast for him. He grabbed the aspect and rammed him into the circuit breaker. All the lights flickered and all the music turned to static.

She saw the lights flashing through the trees.

The K-Pop Aspect kept somersaulting away from the fearlings. She rebuffed his shadows with ribbons. Giggling and confident the whole time.

Pitch ended up fighting her hand to hand. In the scuffle, the necklace with the lyre fell to the floor.

Finally, he appeared right behind her, and grabbed her spine! His obsidian fingers dug into her back, making her shudder.

She reached the clinic just in time to see Miguel and Species fighting the Bergens. A cold fury filled her chest.

Joy grabbed the lyre and pluck the purple string. The K-Pop Aspect transformed in a blinding light. Pitch let go of her to cover his eyes. Tone floated there, glowing purple, shifting into the Funk Aspect. They were a purple-skinned person with elaborate hair, dressed in gold and silver and covered in piercings. Pieces of metal floated around them. They landed on the floor and looked at Pitch with a face that was both male and female.

“Let’s boogie!” they grinned at him. They stretched out their hand. The metal and debris transmuted into a futuristic flashlight. They pointed it at a fearling and sliced through it, using the beam of light like a sword.

“Flashlight!” they shouted.

The battle went all through the hallway, the Funk Aspect used different electronic lights to blast Pitch away. As they fought, they danced along to the music from the speakers.

“Spot light!” Their coloring became more bluish, and their features became more feminine. They created a big stage light that they held on their shoulder like a boombox, and pointed at every nightmare that approached them.

Neon light!” They pressed their hands to the wall, and bright red neon lighting piped through it, lighting the whole place up in red.

Eventually, they blasted him out the window. A tendril grabbed their leg and dragged them outside with Pitch.

“No matter, we fight on!” The Funk Aspect summoned more lights, having Pitch on the run.

“Street light!” Their face became more masculine, with a beard and crown. They fused their flashlight and spotlight together to form a giant lamppost that they used as a spear.

Then suddenly, their lights shut out. They were too far from the clinic to access its power. “Oh my,” said Pitch, suddenly smiling. “Looks like you folks depended too much on technology.” His shadows formed giant arms. “And now you’re out of your depth!”

He pinned them down, pressed his knee against their back, and strangled their neck.

“Can’t breathe?” Pitch asked mockingly. Underneath him, the Funk aspect gagged and struggled for air. “There are so many jokes I could make right now,” laughed Pitch. “But you wouldn’t get any of them!”

He tightened his grip. Suddenly, a pink spark shocked him away. He fell backwards, surprised to see pink colored static surround the semi-conscious Tone. His eyes dilated as he saw the astral projections of Branch and Poppy kneeling over Tones’ body. He reached for them, only for a white tendril of hair to wrap around his arm and pull him away.

He was dragged all the way to the midst of the Bergen camp. There, surrounded by knocked-out Bergens, stood the mystery woman, smiling, with her hands on her hips. She greeted him in a beautiful voice.

“Hello. I’m Trollop.”

#babble au #fanfiction #crossover #trigger warning: graphic violence #dreamworks trolls #rise of the guardians #inside out #coco #pixar up #Pixar loop #flashlight lyrics #parliament #poor Jack barely got to do anything in this story #and now he’s out of commission #original characters #character fusion

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jtl-fics · 11 months ago

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Fluent Freshman - Part 45

Renee Walker stands next to two of her best friends in the entire world holding up a hand drawn sign. There's an, admittedly crudely drawn, Fox on the sign that Allison had made up.

Renee had seen it and smiled from across the airport as she made her way over to where Dan and Allison were standing waiting for everyone to come. The team had managed to coordinate their flights to land all within about two hours of one another and Allison had exactly zero desire to go back and forth from the airport so her driver was waiting out at a nearby cellphone lot to come and get them once everyone was there.

"Is it nice having a driver again?" Dan asks Allison.

"I sometimes miss driving around in my car but it's a lot easier to do my makeup with him driving." she says with a shrug as they continue to catch up. Renee is holding up the sign since Allison had complained that she had lost so much of the muscle she had previously had.

"Yeah, New York City seems like a major pain in the ass to drive in too." Dan agrees as her phone buzzes. She pulls out her phone and looks at it before a huge smile fills her face, one that means she's talking to Matt, "Oh! They just landed!" Dan says confirming Renee's suspicions.

Allison looks at her watch, "Wow, 20 minutes early. They must have gotten through boarding quickly." she comments.

"Or some good tailwind." Renee offers.

"When are Neil and Andrew due up?" Dan asks looking at Renee who smiles back at her friend.

"Andrew said they're going to take a break halfway here so they'll be here tomorrow morning." Renee says.

"Get it Neil." Allison nods and it had been a wonderful thing last year to watch Andrew and Allison make peace with one another. Their mutual desire to dress Neil up a bridge towards....maybe not friendship but camaraderie.

It warms Renee's heart to see her friends get along.

"The plane got tailwind, Neil's getting tail." Dan jokes.

"I'm looking forward to meeting the new kid that I've heard about." Renee says gently moving the topic on from their friends getting together. It didn't bother her at all, but she knew that Andrew would prefer no one talk about what he and Neil got up to.

"Oh! Yeah, uh..." Dan visibly buffers.

"Dan, you're the only one of us that's met the kid. His name's Smith." Allison says with eyebrows raised in judgement.

"Look, when Coach and I went to recruit the kid my brain was like 90% on the fact that I needed to go to my interview." Dan defends herself.

"So he wasn't that memorable for you?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, I'm surprised that he's getting along so well with the guys." Dan says. "Getting stabbed over Thanksgiving feels more like a Neil move than the quiet kid Coach and I met." she adds.

That had been an interesting phone call from Andrew. Renee hadn't even realized that she had become Natalie describing the best way to get rid of the body until Andrew had clarified that it'd been an accident and Smith was alive. Renee had been a little ashamed.

She was excited to meet the kid who Andrew had spoken to her about. Glad that their strange found family was growing just a little bit bigger.

They wait around continuing to talk about plans for the break together. Allison wants to go shopping and she wants to do it once Neil and Andrew are back. Dan wants to skate at the Rockefeller center. Renee would love it if they could do Christmas Eve Mass.

They're sure that Kevin is going to want to check out an Exy game. They're mostly sure that Matt will want to check out the LEGO store in downtown manhattan and that Aaron will be as excited for that as Matt is but pretending not to be. Nicky wants to catch a drag show and has made it clear that he will be going regardless of what anyone else wants to do. Andrew and Neil will probably just want to be alone when they have the chance though Neil had expressed some prior interest in the EXITES superstore and Andrew will more than likely enjoy the day Allison has planned to go shopping since she wants to update Neil's wardrobe.

The new kid, Smith, will be a mystery, but they're more than willing to be flexible.

Eventually they hear the tell-tale sign of most of the boy's arrival. "Babe!" comes from across the airport and Dan's head shoots up and spots the sight of Matt Boyd approaching his arms out wide almost clotheslining four different families on his way to Dan.

Dan is not much better as she rushes to him arms as wide.

They embrace like they always do whenever they have to spend time apart from one another and Renee knows that part of the reason that Dan took her job as assistant coach where she did is that the Washington State Congress Team had been looking at Matt the year prior to scout him.

She looks beyond the passionate reunion and sees Kevin, Aaron, and Nicky. She frowns brows furrowing...

Weren't they going to bring-

Nicky throws his arm out and it wraps around a kid she hadn't even realized was there. She blinks startled by his sudden appearance and blank expression as Nicky was pointing them out. He points to her and he can see her name on his lips she gives a wave and a smile.

Smith nods back in greeting.

He seems quite nice.

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Renee is at the end of her proverbial rope.

This kid is a threat and she doesn't understand how she's the only person who can see it.

Being a threat isn't really an issue when you're a Fox. It's almost a given that there's some part of you that can be dangerous when backed into a corner but no one seems to be treating him like a threat.

She watches as Nicky and Matt throw their arms around him. As Kevin pushes smoothie after smoothie into his hands as he blankly sips. As Andrew and Neil sit with him quietly. As Dan pinches his cheeks. As Aaron ribs him for being bad at MarioKart.

She can't feel anything from him, no joy, no anger, nothing.

She can't even track him.

Renee has always prided herself on her ability to keep track of those around her. Spacial awareness was incredibly important when you're in a fight and it had always been one of her strongest points. She always knew where she was in relation to everyone else.

Except Smith.

The kid had given her no shortage of heart attacks as he appeared and disappeared seemingly at random.

She had finally gotten Andrew alone to ask, "Smith's quiet, non-intrusive." Andrew says with a shrug.

There's just something about him that makes the hair on the back of Renee's neck stand on edge and she hates feeling like she's the only one. She hates it even more that there's no real evidence that there's something amiss with this newest Fox.

So she settles in to watch.

They're out shopping and Allison is doing her best to get Neil a proper wardrobe with Andrew's considerable help, AKA nodding in approval when Neil comes out. She's not skimping on any of them but Neil is her main focus.

"Smith, what's a color you like?" Allison asks as she's looking at hoodies.

"I like purple." Smith answers and Renee barely manges to stop herself from flinching as his voice comes from right next to her.

"Pass." Andrew says as Neil comes out in a charmingly orange sweatshirt.

"I like it!" Neil argues.

"You have 10 sweatshirts that are that exact shade of orange." Andrew dismisses. "Try the blue one." he says pushing Neil back into the dressing room.

"Which one?" Neil asks.

Andrew sighs dramatically in a way that lets Renee know that he's doing exactly what he wants to be doing, "I'll show you." he says going into the dressing room with Neil.

"I still don't know how it took Baltimore for me to realize they were together." Nicky says as he's holding up two different purple sweatshirts to Smith's body. "You look good in a more purpley purple." Nicky says putting the more indigo colored sweatshirt back on the rack.

"Pants are coming up next, I'll get a lay of the land. I know everyone else's but Smith what's your height?" Allison asks.

"Five feet, nine inches." Smith answers as Nicky pushes him towards the dressing room. "Nicky it's a sweatshirt, I can put it on out here." Smith says.

"I know but I need an excuse to go back there and make sure Neil and Andrew aren't defiling a dressing room." Nicky says with a grin that implies he'd be more happy if they were.

"Gross." Aaron says as he takes a picture of himself to send to Katelyn to approve of the new outfit that Allison was pushing for him to get. "Wait," he pauses turning to where Allison was looking through various men's pants, "you know our heights? Like you've memorized them?" he asks.

"Yeah." Allison says looking at a pair of black slacks. "Everyone's measurements." she says nodding to herself.

"Even bust sizes?" he asks, voice not as quiet as he likely thinks it is.

"You're such a boy." Allison laughs not even looking up from the very different rack.

"How much longer are we going to be here?" Kevin asks with a sigh.

"Well, at least the time that it took you to ask that longer. We'll be done when we're done Kevin." Dan says long having given up on stopping Allison when the woman is on a spree.

"She knows that EXITES closes at 5 PM right?" Kevin asks.

"More importantly," Matt leans in, "that the LEGO store closes at 8 PM right?" Matt asks.

"How is that more important? The LEGO store is open later?" Kevin asks.

"Because we're not going to EXITES today, but we are going to the LEGO store." Matt says.

"If we don't spend the whole day here we can do both-"

"We're not going to EXITES today Kevin." Dan says with a sigh.

"But-"

"We're not going to EXITES today Kevin." Renee says with an apologetic smile.

"But-"

"Kevin, we're not going to EXITES today. Just sit down and let me find pants that'll make your pin-up days look tame in comparison." Allison says.

"That's not what those posters were!" Kevin argues with a blush on his face.

"Sure." Allison dismisses

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Renee is quite happy with the sundresses she found even if they won't do her any good here in New York City during the Christmas break. Their next stop on their shopping day is over to the LEGO store where Matt makes no attempt to hide his enthusiasm as Aaron very valiantly does try to pretend like he's not utterly entranced by the sets and builds.

Renee thinks it's all very charming.

"We could have gone to EXITES." Kevin says with a frown as he looks at a build of an Exy racquet. "Can you take my picture with this?" he asks but he's not quite looking at Renee.

"Sure." Smith says from beside her, where he had apparently been.

"Thanks Smiths." Kevin says and stands next to the Exy racquet of LEGOs and crosses his arms and leans back.

"Kevin, stop posing like this will be for the cover of a Forbes Magazine." Andrew says with a sigh as he comes to stand on Renee's other side.

"Shut up, it's a picture for me!" Kevin says and continues to stand with his arms crossed.

"Oh, can you get a picture of me next Smith?" Neil asks coming up eyes shining in excitement as he looks at the racquet.

"Sure. As an apology for letting Nicky-"

"Don't talk about it." Neil and Andrew say at the same time.

Kevin gets his picture and then Andrew hands his phone to Smith for Neil's since Neil had broken the lens on his camera ages ago.

They wander around and Kevin finds a set to build the National Court that he grabs without a second thought. Neil and Andrew find a little LEGO man of Kevin that they buy as their 'preferred Kevin'. Kevin of course threatens to buy their LEGO figures once they have them and refer to them as his 'preferred Andrew and Neil'. A threat that neither of them comment on but Renee does buy the little Jean Moreau she finds. She'll paint it Trojan colors and send it over to him as a little gift.

As she continues to browse with her purchase in hand she hears Nicky, "Smithy, if you like it you should get it!" Nicky insists.

"Is it the price?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, I don't want to spend that much." Smith says with a nod expression still worryingly blank.

"When's your birthday? It can just be an early or a late present from me." Allison asks.

"March 1st, but really I'm fine not getting it." Smith shakes his head. "It's not that I'd like it just my little brother liked trains." he says and Renee watches Nicky's face turn from joyful teasing to intense determination.

"We're getting this set." Nicky says grabbing it and marching over to the counter even as Smith followed after him.

Interesting.

***

They finish off their day with some ice skating.

Matt, Aaron, Andrew, and Kevin all fall into the 'challenged' category.

They get on the ice and all four immediately fall. Renee stifles her laughter as Andrew and Aaron scowl. "Are you okay?" Smith asks and Renee almost loses her balance as he skates by her.

"Why the fuck are you good at skating?" Aaron asks scowling even as he takes Smith hand. Renee skates over and offers a hand to Kevin as Matt and Andrew are being helped up by their respective partners.

"Oh," Allison says skating by, "have you been up to Canada or something often?" she asks.

"I've been to Canada a few times. It's more that there was a rink I would go to every once in a while." Smith answers before turning back to Aaron, "I can help you keep balanced." he says offering his other hand.

"Smith, I don't want to hold your hand. That's kind of gay." Aaron huffs letting go of Smith's hand only to immediately beef it again when he tried to move forward.

***

Skating was fun even if Aaron kept blushing as Smith helped him skate since he never really got his 'ice legs'. The rest of them all more or less skated on their own by the end or, in the case of Andrew and Matt, seemed fine to keep skating while holding on.

Renee was warming herself by the fireplace in Allison's home enjoying some hot chocolate as Allison took a seat next to her. There was a lot of commotion in the kitchen as the team was working to make dinner together. Renee had excused herself after Smith had startled her while she had a knife in hand and she'd almost stabbed him on instinct.

She's just relieved that no one seemed to notice the near murder.

"You okay? You seemed tense in there." Allison asks.

Well, almost no one.

"Yes, I'm fine." she smiles and hopes that Allison will believe it.

Allison looks at her and Renee does have the benefit that Allison is slightly drunk since she was told firmly not to help with the cooking since she'd paid for the majority of the day.

"I'm glad I got you alone, there's something I want to hear your opinion on." Allison says deciding, apparently, to let it go for now.

Renee relaxes smiling at her friend, "What's that?" she asks wondering what purchase or thing unpurchased Allison was regretting.

Allison looks at Renee, expression utterly serious. "Don't you think there's something...weird about this kid?" she asks.

Renee straightens up glad that Allison had also felt like something was off with the kid that her friends had brought along. "What do you mean?" she asks wanting to hear what Allison thought.

"Look, he seems really nice. I mean a little too nice to be a Fox to be honest but I mean I guess you're a Fox as well so..." Allison rambles slightly taking another sip of her wine.

"Yes, go on." Renee nods.

"Yeah, he seems nice and Matt said he's got his own stuff even if he didn't wanna go into what that stuff was." Allison continues and it's a good thing Allison is drinking white wine considering the white carpet and her gesticulations. "But...it's just.. okay you can't make fun of me. Even though this is about to sound crazy." Allison says.

"I would never do something like that." Renee swears.

"Promise me." Allison says expression grave as she lifts up a pinky.

Renee smiles despite herself and hooks her pinky with Allison's, "I promise to not make fun of you." she swears other hand over her cross.

"I think he's Justin Bieber."

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #I would like to thank Emry #Since I was talking with them about commissioning a pic of Smith #I searched 'bland white guy' and Justin Bieber popped up #and it has been my head canon.... EVER SINCE #So now you all have to deal with the fact that Smith is almost identical to JB #He's got the hair #he's 5 foot 9 #Born 3/1 #Brown hair #brown eyes #Smith just completely lacks JB's stage presence / confidence / rizz and it mostly renders him very distinguishable #Nicky absolutely bought that train lego set for Smith #and is like 'this summer you and me are gonna fucking build this for your brother'#Andrew and Neil were also like 3 hours later than they said they were going to be #due to late check out reasons #Kevin may have looked for a Riko figure out of habit but didn't find one #Neil and Andrew may have also looked for a Riko figure but they wanted to burn it #different strokes for different folks i suppose #Renee got some nice paints to do her little project for Jean #She's heard from Jeremy that he's recovering from the meatball head injury quite nicely #Jean keeps saying to stop calling it that #Jeremy: “but you almost bled Bechemel all over the place.”#Jean: “For the love of god stop saying that. I was concussed from the meatball.”

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