#as my good pal jessie and i said yesterday:

[a-shoebox-named-meap]

now watch me wip. now watch me nae nae

[starrysupercell]

A quick one shot I whipped up over the course of yesterday evening to now. Give it up for our holiday-loving Pirate girl!

~💰~Penny For Your Pranks ~🃏~

It was very early in the morning, or super late at night, depending on how you want to describe it. The sun was nowhere near to coming out yet, and everyone was soundly sleeping.

For one girl, it was the perfect time to get up- for her plan that is. What plan was that, you ask? Well, it was the funniest day of the year, April Fools', and it would be such a waste to let it pass without topping last year!

No section would be left untouched by Penny today! She had targets everywhere.

To get started, she had to get from her room to the deck first. That meant sneaking past Darryl's room, then dropping down to the small rowboat attached before he noticed. Then, if things went well, she'd be out of reach thanks to her top secret plotted out map.

Penny opened the door slowly, carefully. She peered out and looked down the dark looming hallway. First right, then left.

She stepped out, opening the door further to take her brown bag stuffed full of tricks and tools she needed. Her trusty cannon was strapped to her back. For now, she also held her boots at hand to minimize any noises she made for the trek.

Penny tiptoed down the hall, stepping on the wooden boards that creaked the least. It took several long minutes, but it was well worth it when she made it to the surface without a problem.

The girl walked to the side of the ship. It was chilly, but nothing she wasn't used to. She placed the bag on the small boat one end, and began to climb over the side of the ship. She stood on it now with a triumphant grin and began to shift the ropes necessary to bring it down.

Penny looked forward and froze.

There, at the center of the deck stood a bot. Not the one she was on the lookout for, but one who could still make it or break her scheme. He bounced in place idly, a grin on his face. "Klafshgijnknalu?" Tick asked.

Penny held a finger to her lips and whispered. "Shhh...! Tick- Look. It's April Fools'! You can't expect me to hold still today."

"Spiwygdt? Ydeimwiwhbpa. Lwbikdya!" Tick frowned.

"I had to keep this under wraps, buddy!" Penny told him. "I would have told you, but this a big top secret project, I promise! Next time, I'll bring you along, but I need you to just keep it on the downlow, can you do that for me?" She reasoned with him.

"...Skjshfkulinbanieu," Tick said. "Lempikenlochopak."

"A month?" Penny rolled her eyes. "Fine! But I'm not gonna cover your tab anytime soon pal!" She stuck her tongue out.

"Sjsjkfjkti." Tick grinned and hopped away.

Even with the drawback of extra chores for a month (overpriced favor!), Penny smiled again. She looked out the water. That little exchange may have set her back some minutes, but she could still make due time. She lowered the boat carefully into the water. The rope went up, and she floated atop the water.

She shoved her boots on. She took off her beanie. The finishing touch to her ensemble was a Jester's Hat. Just for the occasion.

Penny began to row to the mainland of the Park.

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The first place hit was the Junkyard. When they opened that day, everything seemed okay.

Pam had left some projects on the worktable the night before, so after breakfast she opened her toolbox and grabbed a hammer. Wait. It felt... light. She was strong for sure, but hammers usually had some weight to it.

With a strange look and unadulterated confusion, Pam hit the tool against the table. Squeak! "What in the..?"

Pam looked at her box, her tools. She grabbed and lifted it. Light as a feather. She turned the box upside down to dump out the contents of fake tools, but dozens of nuts and bolts fell out as well with a loud clatter. "Ugh!" Pam exclaimed.

Wait another pickin' minute. Today was a certain day, wasn't it? That day.

Jessie poked her head in through the door. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"It wasn't you who did this, was it Jessie?" Pam asked. For her sake, it better not have been.

"Um, no?" She said, walking in. She poked at one of the tools with her foot and giggled at its squeak. She stopped when she realized her mom was only frowning.

Pam believed her. She raised her so Jessie would know better than to lie. "Nani!" She called, annoyed as she kicked at the inflatable tools. "Come here!"

The robot entered with a smile. "Yes? What is it?" She asked.

"Go through Peep's archives. See if he filmed the troublemaker responsible for this prank."

"Okay." She responded dearly, sending a signal to her analog. The hovering bot zipped in, circling the room once before landing in Nani's hands.

Near instantly, fast moving scenes of the night before began flashing on Nani's screen. Dinnertime, preparing for bed, scouting the halls.

At one point, there seemed to be a flash of a silhouette with dark shades of purple and green present, but Peep's screen was suddenly shot with something that obscured his vision. He started the self cleaning process, but by the time it was done and he was ready to record again, whoever it was vanished. Everything seemed unchanged, so Peep went on his way.

"Crafty little.. bugger." Pam said, minding her language in front of her daughter. She sighed.

"Sorry," Nani said, her eye returning onscreen.

"Ehh, it ain't your fault. I'm more ticked at whoever's done this." Pam assured her. "I guess I'll continue later- well I'm expecting whoever it was to return or something. I'll raise hell if I don't get my tools back."

Jessie stayed quiet, the scene made her vaguely recall something that morning...

The more she thought about it, the more she could swear she recalled being woken up briefly by a bit of clattering outside. She sat up sleepily and looked out her window, where she saw a figure stumbled over a pile of junk outside.

She looked around and hastily ducked out of sight somewhere out of view, not noticing Jessie at all, it seemed.

Whoever it was, had short pink hair.

After that single observation, Jessie fell back tiredly and slept soundly once more.

'Penny?' Jessie wondered now. 'It makes sense too.. she loves every holiday.' The young redhead smiled to herself, a plan of her own beginning to form.

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Tara meditated, facing the sun and feeling the warm glow graze her face. This was how she greeted every day. Reflection was essential. Taking time to be at peace with one's self, and the world around them was a daily task for her.

She inhaled, and kept her breath.

Somewhere inside, Sandy was drowsily walking along. He mumbled sleepily at Gene's garbled good morning.... and stepped on the rug placed in the living room. As soon as he placed weight on his foot, the bubble wrap underneath popped and he jolted, startled.

Sandy hopped forward to escape the noise, but only managed to set off more of the wrap. This went on for another couple of dance-like steps before an eye slipped open and he looked down at the carpet. "..."

He sidestepped and continued on his way to the bathroom, pretending nothing happened even as Gene laughed. He was fully awake now (as awake as Sandy could be that is.)

Tara exhaled evenly, but her eye was closed in a smile.

Yes, she did know. Nothing could escape her- not even a mischievous little jester... but that didn't mean she was obligated to warn everyone else here.

She laughed quietly in her mystic chorus of voices as she thought about the other little noisy traps set throughout the house.

'Like those cheap party poppers attatched to nearly every door,' Tara mused, hearing the tell-tale sound of the first one going off.

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It was always a dilemma, practically ritual by now.

He took off the hat, and considered how he looked. He put it on, striking a different pose in front of the mirror. Then off again, and he worked on his hair with a hum.

Chittering from his Bats right outside his door made Mortis glance over. "What is it, my pretties?" He called, then mumbled absent mindedly as he continued to preen. "I'm trying to look pretty."

They started to scratch at the door. Mortis sighed, placed the top hat on his head, gave a "hmm," and tossed it to his bed to go and open the door.

His cloud of Bats flew in overhead, and Mortis ducked partway. "What? What is-?" He looked up at them, and his mouth opened slightly in a shocked, confused expression.

"Why are you all... festive?!" Tiny, colorful party hats and bow ties adorned a good number of the colony- Who... and how...when...?

He made it out of his room and darted to the dining room but Frank and Emz weren't there. He looked out the window, and was even more distressed.

The outside looked like....!

Mortis ran outside, his cape trailing behind him. He kicked the front door open, where there they were- His niece and Frank.

The scenery was bright and colorful- looking like someone's birthday party. Balloons littered the place, and there were streamers all along the house.

Frank was looking around, scratching his head.

Emz was flashing pictures. "You know, I'd thought this place needed a splash of color. And look at that, I was right!"

"This is a graveyard!" Mortis exclaimed. "It's supposed to be dreary!"

"Yea, I guess." Emz rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying, geez." She fixed her hair, and turned so the balloons would show up in her background.

Frank had walked to the side upon noticing a shining sheen of paint high above on the house. He grunted at the two to call them over.

It was a sparkly portrait of a unicorn gracefully mid-run. Pastel spray paint which likely had glitter in the mix. (It was washable, but the Spooky Triad didn't know this yet.)

"Who even had the time for all of this??" Mortis asked, hands in his hair and truly bewildered. "My Bats, the balloons, THIS!"

"Do your Bats look this cute too?" Emz asked, taking a whole new photoshoot with this backdrop too.

"Yes, the most precious things you'll see in your life, ever! But that's not the point here!" Mortis said in distress.

Frank laughed. He knew one thing. He wasn't going to help clean this up.

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A tropical setting at the Snowtel, complete with coconut halves instead of paper snowcones for Lou.

'Please Use Other Door' signs were posted on every door in the Gift Shop... inside and out.

Sticky notes scrawled with 'out of order' was on everything in Bea and Rosa's Lab. Yes, everything. The computer, plants, Sprout, the desk, every single pen and pencil...

Bull's Diner... was now Bull-erina's. Instead of the cool and retro vibe the Gang was proud of, you guessed it. It was now a ballet dance studio-themed diner.

And so on and so forth with pranks along these veins at each of the sections. It was mayhem in Starr Park. The wild lass actually did it.

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Penny yawned as she rowed back to Darryl's ship. Her bag was empty. Everyone would be discussing this until next April. And nobody caught her! All in a night's/morning's work.

The prankster climbed over the railing of the ship. She felt great.

One thing left, she tilted her near empty bag and scattered countless marbles on the floor.

And then, she headed back to her room to snooze for as long as possible.

It was a long night, so took her hat off, changed into some comfy PJs, and threw herself back onto her bed. She closed her eyes with a smile before hearing a faint beeping.

Penny opened her eyes in time to see a hatch on her ceiling open and a pie fall out.

The attack was direct on its target. Her face. Cherry Bomb...

The girl sat up, wiping off the fruits and crust as best she could to at least be able to see. Ugh..! Was this Tick? That little rat! She trusted him!

Penny stood and headed to her bathroom. She may as well take a shower. She's been up all night and then this. Afterward, she could sleep.

As she showered, the cherry smell never went away. She'll just deal with it later, she supposed. However, as she was drying off, she finally realized it. Her skin wasn't clean- she was sticky.

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"...And as I was walking here, I saw a whole bunch of other places she hit already. So you'll be hearing from them if anyone pinpoints the pranks to her like I did." Jessie explained, popping a cherry Jolly Rancher in her mouth as she talked to Darryl at their table. "Thanks again for letting me put that motion sensor above her bed."

The Captain nodded. "If she dishes out pranks, she should expect them too."

They then began to chat about other things, how work was, the weather, and more.

Tick listened in and snickered at the turnout for the day. He went to the deck and slipped on some marbles. "Ogjwbrqltbbsheka!" He cried out.

[amnachil]

The High School Game Part 6

Shirley DAY 49 Thuesday

After an hard morning making an presentation for her history class, the girl expected to enjoy her lunchtime with Sam. However, his boyfriend ate his meal as fast as possible, excited like a kid. He took her leftovers, and declared :

"Babe, I will join Greg for a walk after that. Is it good for you ?"

She raised an eyebrow, surprised. Gregory... I remember him... This young boy was in the soccer team, and took Sam place last game they did. But his boyfriend never told her he was friend with their discreet school mate. She asked :

"May I come with you ?"

"I would love to but..."

He hesitated. Without any evidence, she supposed Raphaël was under this. The devil wanted something from Sam, Greg or her. Maybe even from the three of us simultaneously.

"I think," stumbled his boyfriend, "you should try to get some new friends without me. No offense but, since Finn abandonned you, you are always with me or alone. I want the best for you, and that's mean some social life without me. Do you understand ?"

She was rather convinced those were Raphaël words. But... But it was not wrong at all. The week before holiday, she  decided to made up with Sam, and doing so, she betrayed Finn. Her fatty friend became distant, hurt by her decision. During the holidays, she was too busy for caring, but now... Now she spend most of her time following his boyfriend and his teammates. Maybe Sam want some space...

"I do honey." she answered. "And you're right, I have to make some other friends. Maybe I will made up with Finn, or something like that. Anyway, you can go with Greg, I'm sure he is a kind guy."

"Raphaël said the same thing." laughed Sam. "I will believe both of you and see that by myself. See you later."

He hugged her, and Shirley felt his soft tummy against her abs. God, he became so hot... After a sweet kiss, the brown lad left her, going with Gregory.

As she watched him moved away, she appreciated his awesome ass. During the holidays, Sam undeniably became softer. His belly lost all definition, and was overall flat, with a little layer of fat. So tiny it was unoticeable for real, but with his tight jeans, he tummy hung over a bit. His armes, legs and chest were less muscled, less toned than before. And his ass were slightly rounder, for her delight. They did not had sex yet since their reunion, but she was dying to took advantage of his new body. Anyway, right now, I have 1 hour to spend with whatever I want. Of course, she had to be prudent. Raphaël pawns were everywhere, and she had to find someone at least smarter to not venerate the devil. Finn was eating a big burger, but not alone : Tobias, next to him, was writing some shit on a notebook. What the fuck is this ? Curious and astonished, she came closer and asked her friend :

"Hey pal, how are ya ? Everything fine ?"

"Hey, mmpf (he was chewing a big mouthful) Shirley. What do you want ?"

Oh wow, what happened to him ? Finn wore a black pullover hiding quite well his potbelly, and a sweatpant. Next to him, Tobias was still writing on his notebook, without any special attentions for her. She hesitated :

"I wanted to be sure everything was fine. Nobody bothered you today ?"

Her friend swallowed and answered, sounding irritated :

"Well, if you allude to Sam, he ignored me the wole day, like yesterday. I'm not his scapegoat anymore."

"That's good ! I'm glad you..."

"Don't be so proud of yourself." he cut her off. "You have nothing to be proud of. I'm safe thanks to Tobias, right here, who asked Raphaël to let me in peace."

Shirley opened her mouth wide. What the fuck ? Raphaël promised her two weeks after thankgivings to make Finn to conform, and now Tobias pull the rug out from under her ? Why ? What are you planning, devil ?

"You should let us." proclaimed Finn. "You are not welcome to my table anymore."

She stared at him, astounded by his transformation. The kind and sympathic guy she met in september just disapeared, replaced by another person. And everything his my fault... Because I let Raphaël did what he wanted to... She left the duo, more and more angry against herself and the devil.

Enraged by the situation, Shirley decided to confront Raphaël without delay. How did he dared to manipulate Finn like this ? We had a fucking deal ! A deal ! She should had known the devil only take your soul. She glimpsed him at the canteen, eating his strict menu alone, but while she joined him, Jessy call out to her. What the hell she wants ? I don't have time for bullshit right now ! Her rival in love intimated her to come closer. She worn a long dress unveiling her bigs boobs, and put on makeup to enlighten her blue eyes. When they were closer enough, Jessy begged :

"Shirley, please, don't do that."

"What are you talking about ?"

They were on a corner of the canteen, far away from Raphaël. By the way, Shirley realized she was alone with Jessy and her friend Barbara. But this one read a book, concentrated.

"Don't confront Raphaël now, please. You will make everything fail."

What the fuck ?

"Same question : what are you talking about ?"

Jessy leaned forward and whispered with a secret pitch :

"I have a plan to dethrone the king. But he must be unaware of what I will tell you. Can you keep a secret against a mutual ennemy ?"

"Sure I can, but I thought you and Raphaël were good friend ?"

Barbara smiked, and Jessy rolled her eyes. Well, okay...

"The team captain gave you Sam," the dark-haired girl explained, "while I tried harly to date him. To be honest I just hate you Shirley, but I move on to another crush : Liam. But again, this devilish fucking king decided I wasn't good enough for his goalkeeper. He just rejected me. I want a revenge. Don't you ? He took Finn from you, and made you conform in order to keep Sam. Are you his little slave, or do you want to release his reign ?"

Shirley raised an eyebrown. Well, this question was pointless. Everyone knew she hated Raphaël, even if she submitted to him. If Jessy really had a plan to make a fool of him, she was in.

"I'm listening."

"Maybe are you aware of the mega party Raphaël is organizing this Saturday, after the amical match ? He even booked the community center of the town. Well, he will hand the invitations out tomorrow. This party aim for remind us about his authority. I want to act during this evening."

Indeed, Shirley heard Sam speaking about this big party with Tobias this morning. They were pretty excited.

"Okay, what are you planning ?"

"Do you ever heard about the game ? This is how Raphaël calls the life in high school. And in order to win the game, he wants to lead everyone, and to decide for us who deserve to be popular, and who deserve to be booed. To do so, he needs to be feared and respected at once. Also, if we achieve to ridicule him, we could destroy his reign over the 11th grade. Do you understand ?"

"Yes, very well. But what is the link with me ?"

Jessy gave Barbara a dirty look when she answered :

"In the event of you confront Raphaël now, he will be on his guard during the party and my plan will fail. Plus, I need a partner because this coward is too scared to help me. So, are you in Shirley ?"

The young blond girl barely hesitated. She was ready to play the game.

Sam DAY 49 Thuesday

After his lunch at the canteen, Sam followed Gregory (he decided to call him Greg) out of the school. According to Raphaël, the discreet guy wanted to be his friend. Well, why not after all. Shirley would probably agreed to this anyway. They walked in silence, having nothing to say. I really don't know him. Standing at 180 cm, Greg was a drak-haired guy, with eyes almost black. He wore a sweatpant and a black pull (temperatures were low) under a large black jacket. Except his strange normality, Sam did not notice anything. Those clothes prevented him to judge about his schoolmate physic. Is he muscled or not ? I guess he is, or Raphaël would not be interested. The captain thought they could be good duo on the fields for the next games. But why ? He has nothing special...

"We are arrived to Macdo."

Sam frowned, perplexed. Why Greg chose a fastfood for their first meeting ?

"Raphaël gave me those things." explained the discreet guy. "He said you would thank him later."

He showed two tickets. It was permanent reduction at the local Mcdo, probably won by Raphaël's mother (she often frequented fastfood, ironically). We already ate but well... why not. Sam was not hungry, but he could manage to eat a little more. Indeed, since his mother made him diners, he got used to huge amount of food. The canteen, despite offering two burgers (plus Shirley leftovers) could not compete. Therefore, the brown lad entered in the fastfood and went to the automatic device for his order. Nex to him, Greg whispered :

"I will only take a sundae."

Fool. Reduction ticket gave them -50% on everything and he took only one Sundae ?! Sam knew how lucky his was to have a ticket, and he decided to enjoy it. Also, he ordered two burgers and one bags of fries, plus a coca and a sundae.

The two teenagers sat down on a table, and started to eat. Despite having already eat, Sam dug in with gusto. Greg stared at him with amazement while he managed to devour the first burger and the fries.

"Wow, you've an appetite, have you ?"

"Well, I made the most of our reduction ticket. It's rare, and I'm glad Raphaël gave it to us."

Greg silently acquiesced. He was hesitating about which attitude he should adopt. On the other hand, Sam just stuffed his face. Finishing his fries, he rubbed his bloated belly. One burger remained, but he felt quite stuffed. Maybe I overestimate myself... The young lad noticed that Greg was looking at his leftover. He thinks I'm not capable to finish this. Slowly, Sam took the burger, and took a large bite. He chewed and gulped with difficulty, but not demonstrate anything. His schoolmate smiled :

"So, Raphaël told me you love soccer ?"

"Mmpf, yeah."

Sam drank his coca and took another bite. His left hand continued to rub his distended belly.

"Are you passionate by anything else ?"

What a dumb question. It was obvious that Sam loved Shirley above all. His girlfriend was the reason he woke up every day. But Greg probably already knew this.

"I'm playing some videogames." confessed the young lad. "And I love some good foods."

To emphasize his word, he swallowed the last bite of his burger and let a big belch slip. Greg laughed.

"Wow dude, I did not believe you just ate the whole thing. You really enjoyed this reduction ticket !"

"Of course..."

Sam got a tummy ache, but he felt proud of himself. His two hands rubbed his bloated midsection. He belched again and stood up.

"Time to go, or we'll be late."

"Sure. May we should come here again tomorrow ?"

Greg smiled cheerfully. He seemed happy to share a good moment with Sam. And this one liked the second meal, because canteen forbid seconds helpings. He could get used to a fastfood meal after, like his huge diner every evening. That would be awesome... Plus Shirley snacks (donuts, chocolat bars and cookies) he would have enough energy for the day. And he sensed that Greg challenged him to come again.

"Sure i'm in." approved Sam. "I'm not declining food.

Gregory DAY 53 Saturday

"After your success during the whole week, you deserved a reward, Greg. Welcome to my house."

Raphaël smiled, and invited him to come in. I can't believe I'm here... Since Thuesday, the brown teen followed his captain's instructions to the letter. Every day, at noon, he ate with him at the canteen, and then brought Sam at Mcdo. Here, he learnt to know Shirley's boyfriend. And I must admit, I'm surprised... He expected Sam to be a workout-addict as smart as Raphaël, but he got it wrong. The young boy got a distinctive skill to eat two meals at one. He just ate like, well, a big meal at the canteen, and then used the reduction ticket to pig out a second helping, and sometimes even a third. Indeed, as Gregory watched him eat, Sam started to feel challenged, and managed to eat more everyday, overstuffing his face. I'm not sure to exactly understand why... Actually, Gregory did not care : he just wanted to please his captain. Doing so, he discovered Sam was passionate by soccer and mad about Shirley. Plus, he had a former cook mother, who feeded him well every night. He got a penchant to eat whatever was in front of him, like the constant snack his girlfriend provided to him. I think Raphaël made a mistake : Sam and me are different, and we will not become good partners on the field. At least, Gregory distracted his schoolmate, as requested. And as a reward, he got invited by his captain Saturday morning (they got a friendly match this afternoon, and the discreet boy was invited to have lunch here). That why he stood up now in his hall, intimidated.

"Don't be shy Greg. My father isn't home, and my mother is in the garden, doing god know what. Come with me."

Raphaël led him to his room. Just to mention, the blond guy's house was not impressive. Located in a suburban neightbourhood, near to the high school, it was a basic home for a family of four. Raphaël bedroom, in the contrary, was quite astonishing because it had nothing exceptional. Everywhere lied around books, about all imaginable subjects. In a corner, Gregory could see his captain sport bag, and some dirty clothes. On the desk, there was a computer and some paper with lessons. A rather normal bedroom, eventually...

"Have a sit." offered Raphaël. "I really wanted to thank you for being so devoted. Now, I'm sure I can trust you."

Gregory sat on the chair and his captain on the bed.

"You are good to me." affirmed the dark-haired lad. "I don't fully understand why you want me linked with Sam, but whatever, I'm honoured you trusted me on this. However, seems like your friend risk to gain some weight by eating to meals at once."

"Not a big deal." reassured Raphaël. "In fact, I guess Shirley and Sam will be happier this way. About another subject, do you ever heard about deviants ?"

"What is that ?"

"Well, in the videogame I'm playing, we call deviants players who don't conform to the rules. They are like cheaters. Needless to say, deviant are hunted and eliminated by the community, sooner or later. That's the only way to keep the society safe."

Gregory frowned, perplexed. What Raphaël was implying exactly ? This one smiled, and took one book (The Lord of the Ring) in order to tidy it. He changed the subject again :

"Tobias will leave us after christmas holiday." he stated. "His father had a job opportunity in New-York, and they're moving soon. I will have a place for you in my closest relatives. But before all, I think you should met my brother, to discover somethings about me without my subjective point of view. You'll see, he is sweet."

The sentence sounded like a command, and Gregory just followed his captain to the next bedroom. Before going in, Raphaël smiled :

"I will let you with him for a while. I've some things to take care before the party of this evening. Don't be afraid, Thomas is adorable. Have fun."

The morning went well, and Gregory played some videogames with his captain little brother. Just to mention, Thomas was as lovable as announced. They even did some workout together, and the 10th grade student (he had only 1 year less than Raphaël) learnt him some tips in order to improve his muscles and make his training better. Well, he is as addicted as his big bro' to sport. For lunchtime, the discreet lad met their mother, Ms. Muller. The rumours said she enjoyed fastfood, and loved to eat junkfood, and his body showed. Well, the truth was quite similar. For lunch, Raphaël and Thomas did their own meals : salad, some potatoes, a small steak and fruits. Ms. Muller, as for her, offered Gregory pasta, with a big flank steak and a pie she shared with him. She ate as much as him (well Raphaël intimated him to enjoy his lunch) and even more of the dessert. However, the rumour got something wrong. She was a twig. Measuring 153 cm (which may explained why her sons were short), she seemed so thin Gregory feared she fled away with the wind outside. What type of metabolism she got ?! According to Raphaël, his mother did some dance, but nothing more. A supernatural mother for our captain, obviously... This explained that.

Once the lunch finished, Gregory and his blond teammate left the home to reach the stadium. Here, Raphaël joined Tobias and Sam, after a word to the coach Litman. Indeed, the discreet lad became a first-team player, as a reward to this good morning. For god sake, he really likes me ! It's so good. He could feel his mates staring at him while he changed, intrigued by his promotion. No one congratulated him, but Gregory did not care. Soon, they will. Tobias is leaving, and I'm in Raphaël's good book. Rumours will spread about him, and he liked the idea. He reached the field, proud and happy, and started to play. At start, as demanded by his captain, he played mostly with Sam. But... well, his partner was getting out of breath. Because he became lazier, only eating and having good time with Shirley, the right arm of Raphaël lost his stamina. After 30 minutes, Gregory needed to drop off in order to let Sam catch him. That's annoying... We could  have scored one more goal without that. They had lost an opportunity. At the half-time, Gregory was a bit frustrated. His partner was exhausted, sprawling on a bench and breathing hardly. His T-shirt (a tigh one) revealed a little stoutness, while he exhaled. His short, sized 28, was compressing his tummy. As I said to Raphaël, he gained even more weight since Thuesday, and he is out of shape now.

"Slow down on the field." whispered suddenly the captain at his ear. "And let Sam follow you. He have to keep his self-confidence."

"We're losing opportunities." replied Gregory. "I know, we're winning 3 goals against 1, but why don't you just say the truth to him ? He is quite out of shape now..."

"Think, Greg. Be a smart boy as you are supposed to be. What will happen if I tell him right now he ballooned ? He will blame the entire world except himself, and probably break up with Shirley. And I really don't need a depressed Sam as my friend. At least for the moment. Let the next check-up do its work. Do you understand ?"

To be honest, the dark-haired boy did not. But he ardently needed Raphaël popularity. Consenquently, he agreed to decrease is own skills to let Sam catch up.

Shirley DAY 53 Saturday

The high school soccer team win the friendly match 5 scores against 1. Then, the whole 11th grade went to the comunity center for Raphaël's party. The last one. The young girl entered in the vast room hand in hand with her boyfriend. She glimpsed Jessy and Barbara, but ignored them. It was too early for the plan. She had to wait the signal anyway, and before that, nobody had to see her with the two girls. Therefore, Shirley stayed with Sam. The brown lad, as soon as he arrived, took a beer and a slice of pizza. Needless to say, the game wear him out. Strangely, coach Litman did not replace him, and Gregory proved to be a good partner. They played well, even if Sam had not the physic he used to. After a good shower and a snack with her, they joined the party at 19:00. Obviously, her boyfriend was hungry, and so he ate. Shirley let him do, choosing the best food to offer him. Plus, with a discreet eye, she surveyed Jessy as the brown girl came closer to Raphaël. I hope she will succeed, we will make a fool of him.

"Hi Miss. How do you find the party ?"

Surprised, she turned towards Gregory. I had not see him coming... He was really, really understated. He wore a white shirt under his black jacket, and a blue jean. Why is he wearing his vest inside ? His dark eyes, almost black, hid a glint of perversion she found frightening.

"As always, Raphaël outdid himself for the organization. And this is a nice buffet."

She point out the big table with all sort of food. Just to mention, Sam was playing beerpong not far from them. He carried a slice of pizza, but not the first.

"Of course he did. Our captain is awesome, isn't it ? I'm glad he trust me in the field to play with your boyfriend."

She smiled cautiously. She feared Raphaël because he was an emontionless manipulator as much as she was scared by Gregory attitude. Being so calm and discreet certainly meant something. And he worked for the devil himself.

"Sam told me you brought him to Macdo for a snack daily." she murmured.

"Yeah, I heard he loves food. By the way, he talked a lot about you. You relation is pretty cool, to my mind."

Thanks to Raphaël I guess. By the way, she realized Finn was not here, neither Tobias. What the hell the two guys were doing for the devil ? She did not had time for this, because Barbara nudged her. The signal. Raphaël fell into the trap.

"I have to go." she stated. "I need to make a call. I suggest you to play with Sam and the other, they are pretty good at beerpong. See ya."

The plan was idiot. More exactly, it was simple, and quite risky. However, she was not the one taking risk. Shirley went upstair, where there were empty room. In places, some couples cuddled and kissed, but she ignored them. It was 23:00. Because Raphaël did not drink alcohol, Jessy decided to use another weakness of the blond lad. The beautiful gril hit on him the whole evening, flattering his pride. The goal was to bring him in a empty room, where she would be able to fasten him while pretending have sex. Because they were a lot of people downstair during the make phase, the devil would not be able to refuse. Shirley stood up in front of the door. Inside, Jessy was playing with her ennemy. This was the most awkward phase. The dark-haired girl was feeding him cakes and pies for increasing his arousal, and Shirley was supposed to film the whole action. Then, the two partner in crime would post this on internet, and Raphaël credibility would be dashed. Well, maybe more than is credibility... Was the blond girl ready to ruin the life of the devil himself ? It's me or him... He left me no choice. She took her phone and opened the door silently. She heard laugh. Jessy was having fun, apparently. Shirley made a step. What the fuck ? Jessy was fastened onto the bed, half naked and eating a donut, while Liam, the goalkeeper, licked her stomach. Holy shit ! Nauseous and annoyed, she rushed in the corridor and closed the door. What did I just saw ? What the fuck is this ?

"She probably said you she had a crush on Liam." whispered a cold voice.

Shirley turned her head towards the devil. He was just here, smiling, with his perfect face, perfect body and perfect clothes. What the fuck is he doing ?

"Seriously honey (he accentued ironically this word), I told you to not play the game without understanding the rules."

He came closer. She was panicing. The plan, why the plan failed ? Did she even tried ?

"To answer your speechless question, Jessy worked for me since the beginning. Look, she wanted Liam, and our goalkeeper, despite being discreet, his one of my oldest and best friend. I decided to get them together, and took advantage of it to make a little... control."

Of course... Barbara too. They fooled me. I'm such an idiot ! She had tears in her eyes, petrified by her own stupidity.

"Why ?" she muttered. "Why are you doing this to me ?"

"Deviant must be eliminated." he mysteriously replied. "At first, I thought you was conforming after the deal we made. But I understood you were overly stubborn and independent. Watching Sam changes, physically and mentally speaking, was enough to conclude you did not submit to me. I needed to see how much you hated me."

He smiled, which caused her to go back of one step. He scares me... Please, someone help me... She wanted someone to come and end this.

"Jessy hates you, as she told you. You took Sam from her, and you became more popular in two month than she ever was in one year. It was easy to convince her to trap you. And now, i'm aware of your intentions."

She started to cry. This man was the worst guy she ever met, and she never felt that foolish. She asked between two sobs :

"What will you do to me ?"

He put a hand on her cheek and whispered softly :

"Don't worry Shirley, I'm considering that you deserve another chance to conform. But this is your last."

She raised her head and begged him to continue. She would accept anything as long as he let her alone after.

"I want you to tell Sam he became out of shape and gained some fat, even if his weight don't show it yet. He needs to realize the nurse's advice and your company made him a whole different man. And he needs to realize this fast, because if he doesn't get back in shape before the holidays, he will quit the team. Do you understand ?"

Shirley agreed miserably. Sam would be devastated, and would probably leave her, but Raphaël's wishes were order. Her boyfriend would learn the truth tomorrow.

To be continued

The game is quite more difficult than Shirley expected, but maybe she’ll understand soon how to play :D Whatever, with Gregory support, Sam is now enjoying a whole new way of life, but will he accept or not his physics changes ? We’ll see in the next part :)

Thanks for reading !

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Dinner Date

Joe belongs to @mygardenofmuses

Of course they couldn't look each other in the eye now for at least a week or two. So as Dae approached the table that Joe sat on, he sat on the one next to them, with his back to Joe. Jessie was busy and he was bored, so why not meet spontanously? Catch up on things and all. "How're you doing?" he asked, just as if they'd be facing each other.

Joe was used to Dae's manners, so they didn't mind addressed in that way. "I'm doing well." they smiled, turning around to face him.  "So good to see you, Dae. " Joe brushed playfully their wig. "How's everything going for you?"

Dae looked at the menu as if he didn't already know what to order. He could tell that Joe turned anyways - the sound of his voice gave it away. Dae's ear leaned back and the tip of his tail started twitching, irritated. "Fffine" he answered.

"Really? What's up?" Joe asked, not shifting their position, in case Dae was busy, so they wouldn't intrude.

So they weren't going to talk about it? Fine with him! He did not want to talk about it. Dae turned his head further to Joe, but still avoided eye contact. "I said I was fine." He'd been meaning it. "I'm really good, actually." His features softened as he thought about Fawn.

"That's so good. I actually wanted to ask you some stuff, but I wasn't sure when it was a good time to bring it up." Joe looked up, then back to Dae. "If you are not waiting for anyone, mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure. Now's time" Dae replied. He pulled on the chair next to him, still determined to not look Joe in the eye.

"Good. After you sent me that picture of your cock, I was starting to fear you would be avoiding me forever." Joe answered, as they jumped to take the chair Dae offered them.

Dae got tense. "We're not ready to talk about that" he decided, still embarassed about the incident.

"It's in the past, pal. I only wonder what led you to send such image. Though i suspect Jessie is involved." Joe snickered mischievously. It was fun to make him blush.

"We wanna have a baby." He couldn't keep it secret anymore. Dae even peeked to Joe as he said it, his cheeks and ears still red.

Joe, who had picked the menu to order something, dropped it when he heard the news. It was such a shock! "You guys WH-what?! But how, when... are you two even dating? When did this happen?!"

"I don't know - Yesterday?" Yeah. It did seem long but really wasn't. Dae scratched his chin, calmed down and then smiled.

Joe picked up the menu, trying to collect their thoughts in a way that made sense. "OK, OK... OK. You two talked about babies yesterday... Then... I assume you're together. As in, together, and dating. When did you two start dating?"

So many questions! " 'week ago?" Dae mused. Yeah, they were official since then. He should prepare something nice.

"..." Joe blinked and pursed their lips, taking it in. They knew Jessie had been into Dae for a long time, and they could tell that Dae was into Jessie since the last time they hung out together, and that was in... May? June? At least one month. And knowing Dae, those feelings could have been in blurry lines for a much longer time. A smile came to their lips. "I'm so happy for you guys!" They said, clapping their hands in delight. "Guess the sex toys came in handy, uh?"

"Make her happy" Dae affirmed. "Um, I would like half a small portion of french fries" he tried to order as the waitress came near. She was still blinking in disbelief as she caught on to what they talked about in public here. A thing that Dae counted on and a thing that worked out: She wrote down the order.

"Oh, and I'd like a strawberry smoothie, please!" Joe rushed to make their order as well. They hoped the woman wouldn't ignore their request... Turning back to their friend, Joe gave him a kind smile. "And how are things going between you two?"

"One of your codoms broke" Dae remembered and brushed through his hair. The waitress, thankfully, rushed off to deliver their orders to the kitchen. "Otherwise? Well." They hadn't even fought. There was just this little drama when they didn't know how to deal with Jessie maybe getting pregnant.

"Oh dang. I'm sorry. That... That explains talking babies so soon." Joe was flustered now. Maybe they should have checked the condoms, make sure all of them were in perfect shape. "So, uh... Is Jessie pregnant? Do you guys know for sure already, or not?" Joe asked, hoping they weren't intruding much.

"I don't know - Rather not - You know, it ... takes a while to ... " He raised his hands in hopes to better explain. It didn't work. He shrugged. " - know." He played with a napkin. "But even when she's not, we want to keep trying."

"That's sweet. Heee, I'm feeling like an uncle already." Joe grinned from ear to ear. "I always knew you two were perfect for each other. And I believe you two will be excellent parents, too. If there's anything you guys need, I'll be happy to help."

"Oh, there'll be things." Dae did ask for help just rarely, but he was aware that handling a baby was no one-man job. "How are you anyway?" He didn't get to hear any news from Joe yet.

"Life smiles to me every day." Joe played with their wig. "I have two jobs, a wonderful boyfriend, and thanks to your father, two sets of family, one in each Metro City I've stepped on. I can't complain."

Dae frowned, but didn't have to guess long which one of his dads Joe meant. He smirked askance as he figured. "You met your young dad?"

"I did!" Joe beamed, thinking of his younger father. "He's just as nice as my actual father. If anything, a bit more of an airhead. And he's fun too. I like him."

"Yeah! Young dads are cool" Dae had to agree. It was so cool Joe got to meet his own, too. The waitress returned and carried their order. Dae was happy. Two good news!

Joe began to drink their smoothie right away. Heroing often made them thirsty.  "Yup, they're awesome. Mine is, if anything, a little more of a sad person than my old man. Can you believe the me of his universe died? Man, that was dark. He got super emotional when he saw me, because he always wondered what kind of man would I turn into. And I'm not even a man all the time, hehehe!"

Dae smiled lightly and took one of his fries. "I didn't know if it was good to mention you back when I met him" he admit. It was good the story got a happy ending, though.

"It's fine. Everything worked out in the end." Joe smiled and drank another sip. "Either way... Lemme know when you guys know for sure if Jessie is pregnant, ok?"

"Sure thing" Dae promised and ate one of the fries.

"Thanks. I want to know so I can start buying baby stuff." Joe grinned from ear to ear.

Dae huffed, happy to hear that. "She couldn't see. Pick something that rather feels nice than looks nice?" he suggested, still busy with his fries.

"She couldn't see...?" Joe was confused by this statement. "How do you know it's going to be a she? And by 'couldn't see'... are you telling me she's blind?"

He thought Joe would never ask if he's seen his maybe not yet existing baby before! Dae snipped the fry back to the plate and turned to Joe, excitedly. "I got a sneak peak! - I think - And ... It was a Magic Anon. Not the baby, the baby was ... cool" he assured, still amazed at the memory. "But yeah, vision is for losers. She can't see. But she can do other stuff" he assured, smiling. She was great at being cute, to name just one.

"A sneak peak?" Joe's eyes widened in awe.  When Dae explained it, they grinned in understanding. "I get it now! Well, some Earth mammals don't see that much either, they rely in echocolation. Maybe she will something like that, so won't need her eyes that much.  I could get her some fashionable sunglasses so the sunlight doesn't bother her." they mumbled, rubbing their chin.

"Ooh... Uh... She got my ears and I don't think it bothers her. We gotta see" he guessed with a frown.

"Did she get little wings too?" Joe asked, smiling from ear to ear. If the answer was positive, it mean they actually could sew some little clothes for her as well.

Dae was quiet for a while before he burst out: "I don't know!" Oh, he wanted to know. But he hadn't seen her that well. He looked forward again, crossed his arms and muttered: "I want a baby."

"Tehee..." Joe couldn't help but grin. "Well, making a baby is easy. And from what I can see, Jessie is pretty much OK with this, isn't she?" they added. "If you two are in the same page about it, this little one will happen. I'm sure of it."

"Thanks" Dae replied, still looking forward ... but now with a fry sticking out of his mouth. He had no breakfast yet...

"Can I be her godfather?" Joe clapped their hands. If this was possible, they were so going to spoil her. Get her all the cute clothes and the best toys.

"Aaah I don't know ... " Dae teased, leaning back on his chair, "Don't you go with gender neutral terms?" he asked, pointing a fry at his friend and starting to grin.

"True, hum..." Actually Joe took that one seriously. "I have to dig up in the internet. Bet there's a word for it, I just... don't know it yet. Though I can be godmother and godfather at the same time, too."

"Godparent...?" Dae tried. He raised his hand and made a vague gesture.

"Oh right!" Joe clapped their hands together. "Godparent works well enough. Thank you!"

"You're Fawn's Godparent" Dae decided, smiling again. "You know what that means" he hoped, back at picking up fries.

"It means I'm going to spoil her for the rest of her life." Joe smiled from ear to ear.

"Likely" Dae admit, though that was not quite the thing he was getting at. He peeked over at Joe again and said: "But we gotta teach her all our secret handshakes." Fawn would not just be his daughter - she was supposed to be part of the gang.

"Oooh yes!" Joe snickered. "I think she'll enjoy those even more, since blind people use their hands for reading. Maybe she will create her own gestures and everything."

"I'd like that" Dae assured, grinning now.

"Me too." Joe nodded, and gave him a playful nudge. "I still can't believe it. Out of the two of us, I always thought I'd be the first with baby... and there you are, soon to become a father. I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks" Dae replied. "Believe me - I'm surprised, too. I din't want a baby. But now I do." Very much so.

"You're welcome. And it's OK. I think you'll be an excellent father." Joe's expression softened. "That little one will have the best parents of all."