#int. lounge

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @ayda--demir EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Lounge, main tent. On camera.

"So you're Olivier's tent-mate." catty in tone, as her arms came to fold in front of her hips. "I've heard quite a few things about a few of my friends. In fact, you pop up frequently." Who are you. That was the real question, but she wanted to make her work for it...just a little bit.

[suntails]

🐙⚔️

[maksimkurylenko]

Maksim wasn’t stupid. Not always, anyway. Nadezhda didn’t just show up without a reason. Not here, and definitely not now. Yet, using his hand, he gestured towards the seat next to him. His place wasn't big, or anything to marvel at: and a mismatch of complete and utter carnage told only one thing...

It was very Maksim.

The appearance of the clear bottle peaked his already booming interest. Pushing to lean forward, forearms finding the tops of his legs, gaze trailing from the alcohol back to Nadya. “Not in the mood for people?” Maks echoed, brow raising. “C'mon, Nadya. You could’ve avoided people anywhere. But you came here.” Although the twitch of his lip gave away his true feelings about it. A small, almost undetectable smile. He was fucking honoured, but he covered it just as quickly as it'd appeared.

"Fuck it," pushing to stand as he walked over to the cupboard that kept the glasses.

With all that transpired, Nadezhda made it a point to check in on Kosta's family, a vigilant determination to keep what he had left in one piece, considering the retaliation that would unquestionably venture in their direction.

The reference was not lost on her, an unfortunate tragedy that played favourable on their end, a nuisance no longer their issue, the timing perhaps undesirable. At the end, a win was still a win.

Indifferent hues glance around his home, noting the inconsistency in any form of coherent theme, that she disregarded it simply to keep from expressing her offhanded comments about her distaste for his interior design.

"It's a good thing I came prepared." A hand reaches into her bag to pull out a bottle of vodka, placing the bottle in the middle of the coffee table before sinking back into the couch. "I'm not in the mood for people."

[heartsdefine]

@breathandshadow — rook starter call / accepting!

        “it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back.”

[dimepicture]

[amomentpassed]

sydney is fully cooked lol

[blcssom]

it’s not as though finn’s anti-social.... it’s more that he’s selectively-social, which makes the staff lounge a minefield at lunch time. unfortunately, with his usual hiding spot occupied ( why a choir comprised of six year olds feels the need to practice at lunch time is beyond him ) he has no choice but to approach the only table with an opening. “mind if i sit here?”

closed starter for @seducteurs​ // open m/f

[playburo]

Lounge Seating by Trix & Robert Haussmann for Knoll Int.

[paperultra]

hammock.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 866 words Warnings: Kissing, slightly suggestive

“You’re blushing.”

“I am?” Sanji gazes up at you, dreamy and distracted. “I didn’t realize.”

You hum. You’re only vaguely aware of the hammock’s sway, of the blanket slipping down your shoulders as you prop yourself up and place your hands on his cheeks. Warmth soaks into your palms like sunlight, and you tilt your head, thumbs drawing over the flush on his cheekbones and tapping gently.

“Don’t say this is because of me,” you tease.

His hands reach up to cover yours. “Then I’d be lying,” he replies, turning his head to kiss your fingertips, “and I would never lie about how you make me feel.”

“Not even if you hated me?”

“The day I hate you is the day I should be tied to an anchor and fed to the sharks.”

“That’s awful.”

“I know.” His eyes search your face, and they narrow as he murmurs, “Who could ever hate someone as gorgeous as you?”

(Whoever coined the phrase “flattery will get you nowhere” has never met Sanji, you’re sure of it.)

Leaning down, you press your lips to his nose, to his forehead, to each cheek. A contented sigh brushes past your ears as you do so.

Eventually, you make your way to the source of his sweet words. You pause, and Sanji opens his eyes as you hover above his lips, just shy of meeting them with your own.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say. “Just wanted to see your pretty eyes before I kiss you senseless.”

He stills. Then he laughs, the sound blooming from deep within his chest and staining your world with gold. “Well – aren’t you a charmer,” Sanji quips, stroking your waist and pecking your cheek. His words are softer than usual. “Careful with my heart, now.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, and you kiss him fully, drinking in the way his grip on you tightens and the way his breath stalls in his throat when you speak against his mouth. “It’s in good hands, I think.”

The kiss is just as warm as his cheeks. You feel drunk as you pull away, and Sanji lifts his head to chase your lips, whispering your name with the reverence of a believer.

“You guys mind doing that somewhere other than here?”

The two of you freeze in each other’s embrace.

You jolt out of it and push yourself up, accidentally knocking the breath out of Sanji in the process. He wheezes and curls up as you lock eyes with a very unimpressed swordsman.

“Z-Zoro! We”—you scramble to unrumple your shirt, which had ridden up underneath the blanket—“I’m sorry, we – we thought everyone was going to be in the lounge for a while.”

“You thought wrong.” Zoro strides past and drops his laundry on the couch. “This isn’t your personal bedroom, Sanji.���

“I’m aware of that,” Sanji replies, annoyance dripping from every syllable. “Now would you mind just stepping out for a few more minutes?”

“Sanji, it’s fine,” you whisper, patting his chest. “The mood is kinda killed now, anyway.”

He visibly droops. “I know.”

“Good.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, mosshead.”

The room fills with a completely different kind of tension as Zoro crosses his arms at Sanji’s response.

You, still trying to cover up your embarrassment, move to block Sanji’s view, pushing his bangs away from his face and attempting to smooth out his frown lines. His cheeks are still flushed, though the color is quickly fading back to normal as his attention turns back to you.

“C’mon, Zoro wants to fold his laundry. Let’s go up to the lounge and see what the others are up to.”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“Yeah.” (It is now, anyway.)

“… All right, then,” Sanji acquiesces.

With that, you push the blanket off and clamber out of the hammock, nearly tripping and falling flat on your face in your haste to do so. Sanji follows close behind, and once he’s on his feet, you turn to Zoro and give him another quick apology before you and Sanji leave the men’s room.

“Of all the times to be interrupted,” your companion mutters as the two of you head to the lounge. He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. Ships don’t have a lot of privacy …” You think back to the moment Zoro spoke up and groan, burying your face in your free hand. “I’m just embarrassed he caught us like that. I didn’t even hear him come down.”

“Me neither.” Sanji lets out an irritated sigh and then looks over at you; his displeasure softens. “At the very least, I’ll take it to mean you were enjoying yourself.”

Your face heats up. “Of course,” you say quickly. “I like our alone time."

“I like it too.” He squeezes your hand and leans over to whisper into your ear. “Next time, I could be on top, so I can hide you away if anyone walks in unannounced.”

“Wh – Sanji! Don’t say it like that!”

The man grins as you smack his arm playfully, planting a kiss to your temple as penance.

“Just evening the score, sweetheart.”

[ingenuitycfchacs]

"no, i said leave-" her words cut off as she'd found her way into the lounge, avoiding another who'd tried to garner her attention. she didn't want to talk to anyone else, on edge over the disruption to the normal flow of the games. this was not how things were supposed to go. what would happen now? she didn't like the unknown. and with her anxiousness barely below the surface, so was the nagging voice of her district partner and former best friend, her inability to ignore the voice presenting itself in her cut off words. "uh, yea." she responded after staring at the other for a moment. "don't think this has ever happened before."

where: a lounge in the tribute center when: mid morning who: open

it was difficult not to feel like she was in trouble, even though she had nothing to do with whatever it was that had happened she also hadn't prevented or stopped it. and yes, she was afraid of what might come down the pipeline for all the peacekeepers but it actually didn't matter much. cinda was elated that the rebels had pulled off whatever they had pulled off, it was an enormous win, the first in history since the first rebellion she thought but she didn't know the history that well, she hadn't finished school after all. she was proud of whoever they were, even if it meant she paid the price. "strange day, right?" she said, trying to hide how startled she'd been by them coming into the room without her hearing.

[drapopia]

like a doll's eyes (papa emeritus iv x reader)

pairing: papa emeritus iv x gender neutral reader

warnings: suggestive jokes

summary: After the most exhausting week in a while, you and Copia decide to cuddle up. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Copia is ravenous.

word count: 1.2k

authors note: first time writing for copia like this! i am a little anxious to post this, but when am i not? anywho, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! requests and inbox are also open, so send a message if you feel so inclined! love ya'll <3

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“Can you please pass me the cheese doodles?” 

“Cheese doodles? You mean cheese puffs?” 

“Do not scold me on words, cara/o.” 

You scoff incredulously, smiling to yourself. “Y’know, I get mad when you call yourself old, but you’re really showing your age with the usage of cheese doodle.” You lean over, grabbing the large tub of cheese puffs you had managed to snatch earlier from the dining hall. Usually you had to bring it back to the kitchens by morning, but Copia had some privileges. Such privileges included regular use of Clergy cars, first pick of seating at Black Mass, and apparently all the cheese puffs you wanted. You used to wonder just how he managed to get all of his Juicy Juices. The answer was that nobody had the guts to stop Papa from raiding the snack cabinets.

You hold the tub to your side, popping off the lid and setting in on the coffee table. Copia was currently leaning against you, his head against your tucked in knees. His hand was around your leg, petting it absentmindedly. His hands were degloved, though you couldn’t tell much of a difference through the lounge pants you had on, as well as the throw blanket tossed over your legs. Copia’s room tended to run cold, even during the winter. 

You lean over, turning over to see him lift his head up and look up at you. He had taken off his paints, the only hint of them ever being there was the small amount of black that had collected in the inner points of his eyes. His lips have a faint glossy sheen, the lip balm you had given him as a gift surely working its magic. Your hands dip into the tub and pull one brilliantly crunchy puff, retreating out of the tub and remaining pinned between your pointer finger and thumb. 

Copia looks at you, his head laid against your knee. His mouth opens, his hand leaving your leg and pointing towards his mouth. “Here, please. Thank you.” He says quietly, his tone teasing. 

You pull your hand back away from him slightly, cheese ball still between your fingers. “Didn’t you just brush your teeth before we started the movie?” Right now the two of you are watching Jaws, the heat of summer making you both yearn for a good summer spook. While you have been paying some attention, the both of you had been inclined to spend this time luxuriating in the quiet of Copia’s room. While it hadn’t been the most busy week, the days seemed to move slower than molasses in the blistering heat. Every minute of this week had drug on, leaving you with a deep exhaustion that only a night with your lovely Papa can cure. 

“Yes, I did, but now I am wanting a cheese doodle. I can just brush them again.” He shrugged, a small grin lighting up his face. You can’t help but notice just how deep the circles are under his eyes in the glow of the tv screen. 

You hum, trying to hide the smile desperately attempting to make itself known. “Is it safe to brush your teeth twice in one night? Won’t you get, like, fluoride poisoning?”

He frowns, a contemplative look passing over his eyes. “Hmm, I am not so sure. Maybe if I swallow my toothpaste?” 

You purse your lips questioningly, dangling the cheese ball over him. “And do you do that?” 

He scoffs, his lips turning up into a small smile, clearly satisfied with where this is going. “Nope, I have not done this. Maybe as a kid, I remember the bubblegum one was enjoyable.” 

You chuckle and mercifully decide to take pity on him, and the cheese ball descends, quickly popping into Copia’s mouth with a resounding crunch. He swallows quickly, his body rising from your knee to look at you at face level. “Hm, thank you cara. I am thinking that Papa needs more, will you give me another one please?” 

You giggle, meeting his gaze with an exaggerated look of surprise. “You’re going to turn into a cheese puff yourself at this rate.” 

Copia chuckles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, his lips soft and slightly sticky against your skin. While distracted by his sweet gesture, his hands come to grasp around your hips, pulling you towards him on the couch. His kisses continue, pressed slowly against your face. 

“I can be a cheese puff, I do not care about this. Would you eat me?” He whispers softly, his arms finally holding you around your middle. You giggle, no longer being able to ignore the feathery kisses that are quite honestly, starting to tickle you in the most pleasant way. 

“Is this some weird roleplay?” You whisper back, feeling his lips curl into a grin against the skin of your neck. You start to relax into his arms, his skin warm against where your sweatshirt has ridden up. He sighs, hot puffs of warmth into your deliciously soft skin. 

“Eh, maybe. I would not want to be a cheese doodle, maybe an Oreo. The makeup, si?” He says plainly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

You can’t hold in the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, and neither can he. You relax against the shoulder of the couch, Copia falling onto your stomach with a small puff of air. You raise your hands, running them through the brown and silver that captivates you every day. It’s getting a bit long, you notice, and make a note to yourself to ask if he wants to schedule an appointment with his hairstylist. But for now you’ll enjoy the way the softness of it feels against your palms.

Copia sighs, and his shoulders relax at your kind touch. He would not give this up, not for anything. The feeling of your body against his is a balm to his heart, the thing he looks forward to curling up against at the end of the day. He doesn’t want to remember a time before he had heard your jokes, the way you giggle against his neck, the way you say his name so sweetly. 

“You are so soft.” He mumbles, his cheek nestled against your stomach. 

You smile, the feeling of absolute adoration you can never avoid when you’re with him making itself known. “And you’re sweet.” You whisper. You watch his eyes go from half lidded to closed, his eyelids flickering at the lights of the TV screen. Jaws has been long forgotten, Quint is hanging halfway out of the shark's jaws in a lifeless heap as it slides back into the deep. 

Your hands gingerly leave his hair, where they let the tub sit on the ground, not caring about the lid. You can feel yourself slip into the sleep you’ve desperately needed, the warm weight of Copia pulling you away from reality. Your hands return, relocating to his shoulders and resting there. His breath has evened out to nasally snores, soft wheezy rasps that surprisingly have never bothered you, only endeared him further to you. 

“Love you.” You whisper, your eyes slipping closed as the movie continues, Copia does not respond, but the way his arms wrap around your middle so softly and the way his cheek presses further into your tummy only makes your heart clench in a way you’ve only ever felt for him, and will remain so.

[simplyreveries]

Can I request dorm leaders x reader whos Sam's younger sibling and its just chaotic at times with them and their partner but its sweet and adorable yet they also see a protective sam nearby or his friends on the other side watching them

You can ignore this if you don't want to or its a bother,have a lovely day/night

thats so cute what😭

riddle rosehearts

he finds how sweat you are to be endearing — it truly is what won him over with you… even though you get into trouble and chaos with ace, grim, and deuce a lot even when you're at heartslabyul to see him you find yourself attracting some sort of crazy situation to occur. nevertheless… riddle is a little bit more lenient with you and he does give you special treatment that the heartslabyul students have a love-hate relationship with because that means riddle wont exactly be Harsh on them either.

he was in the gardens with you one day showing you the pretty flamingos and cute hedgehogs that live there. he thought it was sweet to see as you held them in your hands, he watches you with a loving gaze only to be like utterly surprised when he catches a little shadow friend come and just disappear??? and you didnt even bat an eye when that happened too, just placing a hand on his arm giving him a reassuring laugh of “classic sam”... SAM??

riddle is a bit nervous to talk to your brother now whenever he comes by his mystery shop for something, but he tries his best to look and act his absolute best! sam chuckles because it's clear that he's trying to be exceptionally better in his eyes. though he does appreciate it when riddle does come up to him and ask him for advice on things that you would like as he peers around his shop looking for the perfect gift for you and such.

leona kingscholar

imagine having a good relationship with your brother, leona doesn't seem like he minds or cares much of sam or his little protective tendencies he may have over you. he'll shrug it off, thinking it’s more of annoyance when he's catches his friend finding the two of you together, like can't he see it's his time to sleep and rest on your lap right now... his ears always quirk at the faint noises of the shadow, and he huffs in irritation.

he's already used to a lot of chaotic behavior from a lot of people in this school and his own rowdy dormmates as well, so he doesn't really bat an eye when that sometimes gets yourself into trouble to which you would just playfully shrug off with a grin.

leona does think you are cute; your attitude comes to be very surprising for an all-villains school. but you've got him impressed with some of your own talents you've learned with sam, heavily within the business world- whenever you drag him into his mystery shop to say 'hi' to sam when walking through the campus. he does catch glimpse and hear your own inputs and even crazy but helpful ideas.

azul ashengrotto

it's a bit tough considering sam is basically his business rival... they have their own "battles" if you will with their businesses, like in their dorm ssr vignette where azul successful got customers back from sam by getting rights of his "mystery drink". he may or may not try to get some info out of you in terms of what ideas sam has for his store, but you just shut that down quickly haha.

azul does try to convince you that working at the mostro lounge is so much better for you. he keeps it as just a mere lighthearted suggestion - but you can tell he means it. he can't help it, i mean, your personality would be just great for customers! your chaotic energy would only just match floyds. azul would much rather have you around him more anyways.

sam wouldn't be the most trusting of azul, especially when it comes to you for more obvious reasons. so, it's going to take a while for him to start liking the idea of azul or let alone any of those untrustworthy octavinelle students, he knows what they're mostly about— he's been working at this school for a looong time. he says that like he isn't as well though….

he internally freaked out though when he notices sams shadow come and leave to just check up on you?? during one time when he was sharing a meal, small dessert and a moment with you during the calm after hours in the mostro lounge. he kept a cool and collected look, but this guy was sweating BULLETS.

kalim al-asim

he loves your energy, as kalim can always match it. he is just like you in many ways- you two are a perfect pair. he also gets along great, (at least he thinks) with sam as well. i mean, sam really doesn't worry much about kalim anyways, because its kalim. if he happens to notice sams little shadow friend on the off chance he'll happily wave and call out "hey! look who it is (name)!".

kalim straight up goes to sam all the time whenever he wants to know something like what he thinks he should get you as a gift or what kind of activities and dates would you like... but that sometimes just ends with kalim rambling about you to your own brother hehe. but hey, he also does want to be on sams good side!!

sam gave his approval though when kalim came in worriedly during near closing hours of the shop and literally bought anything and everything treat, chocolate, jewelry— things he thought you’d like and what. when sam was asking him what's this all for he’ll exclaim something is wrong with you and that you're clearly upset about something! (you only hugged him twice that day).

vil schoenheit

he thinks your relationship with your brother is endearing… he always been an only child so he wouldn't completely understand but he does value family a lot, which in his case, his father who he has a good relationship with

he believed he had a pretty solid relationship with sam, he does work there as a part timer during the new year's event. so, surely sam does have a good idea on the kind of person vil seems to be and believes he's a diligent person. not to mention he does have a popular and famous rep so surely; he's heard people talking about vil.

vil lowkey takes it personally when he notices sams shadow friends…. like theres no way he doesnt trust him?! he’ll have his brows furrowed, his hands on his hips and huff, and like riddle he’ll put on the best and most charismatic side of him to gain that brother of yours trust. like he did with the mostro lounge drink once, he’ll do the same for sam and promote a something new in his shop on his magicam-! plus you’ll like that too so it's easily a win-win for him.

idia shroud

he and sam have an interesting relationship considering they've once made some secret deal so idia could lowkey cheat in the beanfest event. so, they're both kind of chill together- well, sam was definitely a little... unsure when you happily came up to him you were dating idia.

besides that, one instance he hardly sees idia unless it's during the night to buy instant meals and recently released manga. but even then, it's the quickest in and out interaction with him. sam will always tell you finds that boy so strange, but then again everyone is here at this school, he’ll shrug it off… for the most part.

idia probably gets more nervous around him too though knowing he's an older sibling, as idia is older sibling himself he knows how overly protective they can be. he does like your relationship together as he likes that you two have something to relate with by having siblinhs. but he nearly freaks out when he catches glimpse of one of sams shadow friends. his eyes go wide and you're just like “oh…! my brother is so silly” and he's so confused?? as you just brush it off used to your brother??

malleus draconia

sam would be a little surprised needless to say when you happily come to him one day and excitedly tell him that you've been confessed to, confessed to by the malleus draconia…! he is quite used to hearing other students from various dorms gossip and nasty rumors, talking mostly ill about him, but he doesn't feel as if there’s a real threat or anything with him even when it comes to you… like anyone can see from a mile away that he is the epitome of a “gentle giant” with you.

like during the off chance that sam did send out his shadow… merely out of slight concern once it was literally when you were just making malleus a flower crown and placing it on his head and gently around his horns… literally nothing to worry about.

whenever malleus catches your more mischievous side come out when with your brother, he thinks it is quite amusing. you seem to take a lot from him,,, and not to mention he finds your relationship with him to be sweet. he in fact appreciates sams watchful eye over you, because it just means you're extra safe, you know?

[dcigar]

Transformation Story: Becoming Angelo**

**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Gift**

Bartholomew Sebastian Benjamin, known as Bart to his friends, sat in the back of the dimly lit bar nursing his whiskey. He was a broad-shouldered, middle-aged man with a rugged look that fit his blue-collar job perfectly. Life had become routine, and he was itching for a change. Little did he know, change was about to come knocking in a form he would never expect.

As Bart sipped his drink, he noticed a tall, imposing man with a commanding presence enter the bar. The man was dressed in a sharp leather jacket, his chiseled features softened only slightly by a well-groomed beard. He looked like someone who knew exactly what he wanted from life. Bart felt an inexplicable pull towards this stranger.

"Mind if I join you?" the man asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Bart's spine.

"Sure, why not," Bart replied, curiosity piqued.

The man introduced himself as Miguel, a name that sounded both familiar and exotic to Bart. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughs. Bart found himself captivated by Miguel's confidence and the way he spoke about life. By the end of the night, Miguel extended an unusual offer.

"I have a gift for you, Bart," Miguel said, his eyes twinkling with mystery. "A chance to become someone new. To live a life you've only dreamed of."

Bart laughed it off, but Miguel was insistent. He handed Bart a small, ornate bottle filled with a shimmering liquid.

"Drink this, and your world will change. Embrace it, and you'll find a new kind of freedom," Miguel said, his tone serious and sincere.

Bart hesitated but, driven by a mix of curiosity and desperation, he drank the potion. Almost instantly, he felt a warmth spread through his body, followed by an intense, tingling sensation. His vision blurred, and he passed out, the last thing he saw being Miguel's knowing smile.

**Chapter 2: Awakening**

When Bart awoke, he felt disoriented. The world seemed different, sharper. He struggled to sit up, his body feeling foreign and uncoordinated. As he moved, he realized his surroundings had changed. He was no longer in his modest apartment but in a luxurious, modern bedroom.

"What the hell happened?" Bart muttered, his voice sounding strange to his ears. He looked down at his hands, noting how smooth and dark they were. Panic set in as he stumbled to a mirror, desperate to understand what had happened.

Staring back at him was a young, muscular black man with striking features and deep, soulful eyes. Bart's heart raced as he touched his face, feeling the unfamiliar contours.

"This can't be real," he whispered, his voice now rich and melodious. "I'm...different."

His mind raced with a thousand thoughts. How was this possible? Was he dreaming? He explored his new body, running his hands over his broad chest, down his sculpted abs, and over the powerful muscles of his arms and legs. Everything felt so real, so alive.

Bart's internal dialogue was a whirlwind. **What am I supposed to do now? How do I live like this?** The weight of the transformation began to settle in. He was no longer Bartholomew Sebastian Benjamin. He was someone entirely new.

**Chapter 3: Embracing the Change**

Days passed as Bart, now Angelo, tried to adapt to his new life. He discovered that he had an entirely new identity, complete with a history, friends, and even a job as a successful fashion designer. The change was overwhelming, but slowly, he began to embrace it.

One evening, as Angelo was lounging in his spacious living room, he received a call from Miguel. The familiar voice was comforting yet stirred up many questions.

"How are you adjusting, Angelo?" Miguel asked, his tone gentle.

"It's...a lot to take in," Angelo admitted. "But I'm starting to get used to it. There's something liberating about it, something...empowering."

Miguel chuckled. "I knew you would. Embrace it fully, Angelo. This is your chance to live without limits."

Angelo spent his days exploring his new interests and talents. He found himself drawn to the leather community, a fascination that felt both new and oddly familiar. He started wearing leather jackets, pants, and boots, feeling a surge of confidence with every outfit. The scent of leather became intoxicating, a symbol of his newfound strength and identity.

One night, at a leather club, Angelo met a man named Thomas. Tall, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile, Thomas was everything Angelo found attractive. They hit it off immediately, sharing drinks and stories. Thomas, noticing Angelo's nervousness, leaned in closer.

"First time here?" Thomas asked, his voice smooth and reassuring.

"Yeah," Angelo replied, his heart racing. "It's all still pretty new to me."

"Relax," Thomas said, placing a hand on Angelo's shoulder. "You're doing great. Just be yourself."

Angelo smiled, feeling a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in years. They spent the night together, sharing a passionate connection that felt both thrilling and natural.

#### **Chapter 4: A New Beginning**

Months passed, and Angelo fully embraced his new life. He became a prominent figure in the leather community, known for his style and charisma. He and Thomas grew closer, their bond deepening with each passing day. Angelo also picked up Miguel's habit of smoking cigars, finding the act oddly soothing and empowering.

One evening, as Angelo and Thomas relaxed on the balcony of Angelo's apartment, Angelo reflected on his journey.

"It's amazing how much has changed," Angelo said, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke. "I never imagined my life could be like this."

Thomas nodded, his eyes filled with admiration. "You've come a long way, Angelo. I'm proud of you."

Angelo smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest. He had found a new kind of freedom, a new identity that felt more authentic than anything he had ever known. The transformation had been a gift, a chance to rediscover himself and embrace a life of passion and fulfillment.

As the night wore on, Angelo and Thomas held each other close, savoring the moment. Angelo's internal dialogue was one of gratitude and acceptance. **This is who I am now. This is my life, and I'm going to live it to the fullest.**

In that moment, Angelo knew he had truly found himself.

[razorblade-richards26]

The home video

Scene 1:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The camera flickers on, showing a slightly shaky view of the living room. Johnny Cade sits in a swivel chair, trying to act serious as he stares into the camera, wearing a focused expression. Ponyboy stands behind the camera, adjusting the angle.

Ponyboy:(behind the camera) "Alright, Johnny. Just look into the camera and say, 'Welcome to our home movie.' Easy, right?"

Johnny:(nodding nervously) "Yeah, easy."

He takes a deep breath and smiles awkwardly into the lens.

Johnny:"Hi, my name is Johnny… uh…"

He pauses, fumbling over his words.

Johnny:(muttering) "Wait… what’s my name again?"

Ponyboy:(laughing) "Johnny, come on! You know your name!"

Johnny:(scratching his head) "Yeah, but I got nervous. Hold on."

He clears his throat, trying again. He stares directly into the camera with more confidence.

Johnny:"Hi, my name is Johnny… Cade! Welcome to our flim!"

Ponyboy:(stifling laughter) "Film, Johnny. It's 'film,' not 'flim.'"

Johnny:(facepalming) "Aw man, I messed it up again."

Ponyboy:(stepping around the camera) "Here, let me show you how it’s done. It’s not that hard."

Johnny steps aside, and Ponyboy takes a seat in the chair, attempting to do the introduction himself. He positions the chair so that he can do a cool spin before introducing the film.

Ponyboy:(smirking) "Watch and learn, Johnny. This is how you do it."

He spins the chair around, but he spins too fast and ends up jerking to a halt, clutching his back.

Ponyboy:(grimacing in pain) "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh man, I think I pulled something…"

Johnny:(snickering) "See? It ain't that easy."

Ponyboy gets up, rubbing his back, trying to play it cool.

Ponyboy:"Alright, let’s just skip the chair spin."

Johnny takes the chair back and tries again, now looking more determined. He squares his shoulders and leans forward, concentrating.

Johnny:(real serious) "Hi, my name is Johnny Cade, and welcome to our… film."

There’s a brief silence. Johnny smiles proudly. Ponyboy looks pleased.

Ponyboy:"Finally! That was perfect."

Johnny grins, relieved.

Johnny:"See, I told you I could do it."

Ponyboy:(pressing buttons) "Yeah, except… I didn’t hit record."

Johnny’s face drops as he realizes all his effort was for nothing.

Johnny:(throwing his hands up) "Are you kidding me?"

Ponyboy shrugs sheepishly.

Ponyboy:(sighing) "Let’s just… skip the intro."

(the camera then shifts to ponyboys camera focused on the curtis household).

Ponyboy:My name is ponyboy, and this is my life in tulsa.

CUT TO:

EXT. CURTIS FRONT PORCH – DAY

The music continues as Ponyboy runs out onto the porch. He stands in front of the house, holding up a cardboard sign with "Darrel Curtis" written in big letters.

Ponyboy:(dramatically announcing) "And first up, we’ve got the man himself… Darrel Curtis!"

The camera zooms in awkwardly on Darry, who’s standing on the porch doing pull-ups on the doorframe, completely unaware he’s being filmed. Darry looks over, noticing Ponyboy holding the sign, and narrows his eyes.

Darry:(confused) "What are you doing, Pony?"

Ponyboy:(grinning) "Just introducing the cast, Darry!"

Darry:(sighs) "Make it quick. I’ve still got 30 more pull-ups to do."

Ponyboy flips the cardboard cue card, holding up a new sign as the theme music continues.

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS KITCHEN – DAY

Next up is Sodapop, standing in the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand. Ponyboy sneaks up behind him, holding a sign with "Sodapop Curtis" written in colorful letters.

Ponyboy:"Next, we have the heartthrob, the energy of the crew… Sodapop Curtis!"

Soda looks over his shoulder, noticing the camera for the first time. He grins and strikes a pose, sandwich still in hand.

Sodapop:(laughing) "Well, if it ain’t my big debut! What’s up, world?"

Ponyboy:(mockingly) "Yeah, yeah, Soda, show off that sandwich like it's gonna win you an award."

Sodapop:(winking) "Hey, food is art."

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The music transitions as Two-Bit Mathews is lounging on the couch, flipping through a comic book. Ponyboy steps into frame with another cardboard sign that says "Two-Bit Mathews" with little doodles of a beer bottle and a joke book.

Ponyboy:"Next up, the wisecracker of the crew… Two-Bit Mathews!"

Two-Bit glances at the camera, casually saluting with his comic book.

Two-Bit:(grinning) "Always gotta keep things light, y’know? Somebody’s gotta keep you guys from getting too serious."

Ponyboy:(teasing) "Like lifting that beer can’s gonna keep you in shape."

Two-Bit:(laughing) "Hey, you’d be surprised. This arm’s all muscle!"

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – SAME DAY

The camera zooms in on Johnny Cade, who’s nervously trying to introduce himself while still holding the camera.

Ponyboy:"Next, we got the quiet one… Johnny Cade!"

Johnny holds up his own sign that says “Johnny Cade,” nervously shrugging.

Johnny:(shyly) "Uh, hey… Yeah, I’m here too."

Suddenly, Dallas Winston steps into the frame, snatching the sign from Johnny’s hand and tossing it aside.

Dallas:"Forget the quiet intro, Johnny. Lemme show 'em how it's done."

Ponyboy:(dramatic voice) "And here’s the one and only Dallas Winston…"

Dally gives a cocky smirk to the camera and lights a cigarette.

Dallas:(leaning in) "Don’t mess with me, or you’ll regret it. That’s my intro."

CUT TO:

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – LATER

The camera now focuses on Ace, sitting cross-legged on the floor, completely ignoring the camera.

Ponyboy:"And last, but definitely not least, we have the wild card… Ace!"

Ace gives a quick, annoyed glance at the camera, then looks away, uninterested.

Ace:"Seriously, Pony? I told you I don’t do intros."

Ponyboy:(teasing) "Aw, come on, Ace! Show the world your cute side!"

Ace rolls her eyes but smirks slightly.

Ace:(muttering) "Fine, whatever. Hi."

CUT TO:

EXT. CURTIS YARD – DAY

The entire gang is now outside, standing in a line, posing dramatically like they’re in a superhero team-up movie. Ponyboy stands in front of them, holding a final cardboard sign that says "The Gang" with all their names scribbled on it. The camera zooms out, capturing the whole crew striking goofy poses. Two-Bit flexes comically, Sodapop strikes a heroic stance, Johnny tries to stay serious but cracks a smile, Dally leans back looking effortlessly cool, Darry stands like a dad who’s just happy to get this over with, and Ace just shakes her head at the silliness.

Ponyboy:And all other friends in “ the world of the greaser ga-”(giving up) ok i give up, whos ever gonna watch this.

Scene 2: "Moobus Gelatinous vs. Backhandus Ballerus"

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – DAY

The scene begins with Johnny holding the camera shakily as Ponyboy does a dramatic narration, trying to sound like the narrator of a wildlife documentary. The camera zooms in on Sodapop, lying lazily on the couch with his legs up, flipping through a magazine.

Ponyboy (narrating dramatically):“In the wild plains of the Curtis household, we encounter the rare and elusive creature known as the… Moobus Gelatinous.”

The camera focuses in closer on Sodapop, who is now scratching his head in confusion.

Ponyboy (continuing):“This creature, otherwise known as Sodapop Curtis, has adapted perfectly to the couch, where it spends hours conserving its energy for… absolutely nothing.”

Soda finally realizes he’s being filmed and tosses the magazine aside with a grin.

Sodapop:“Moobus Gelatinous, huh? Yeah, well, I am pretty slick.”

He smirks and strikes a goofy pose, flexing like he’s some sort of wrestling champion.

Johnny (from behind the camera):“Dude, it’s a documentary. Be serious.”

Sodapop:(laughing) “You expect me to be serious? Good luck with that.”

Ponyboy (dramatically):“But little does the Moobus Gelatinous know… danger lurks nearby.”

The camera zooms out as Darry bursts through the front door carrying a bag of groceries, looking completely tired but determined. He tosses the bag on the table with a huff.

Ponyboy (whispering):“And here, we witness the entrance of a natural predator… the Backhandus Ballerus.”

The camera zooms in on Darry, who starts putting the groceries away. Soda, still lounging on the couch, eyes the bag hungrily. He quietly gets up and approaches the groceries like a sneaky animal hunting its prey.

Ponyboy (whispering, overly dramatic):“The Moobus approaches… stalking the prey… ready to scavenge for food.”

Johnny:“Dude, you sound like an off-brand Attenborough.”

Ponyboy:(faking offense) “I’m trying to set the mood!”

Soda reaches into the bag, his fingers just grazing a piece of fried chicken. But as he’s about to snatch it—

Darry:(not even looking up) “Soda, don’t even think about it.”

Soda freezes, giving the camera a comical wide-eyed look.

Ponyboy (dramatically whispering):“The predator has spotted its prey…”

Sodapop:(grinning) “Come on, Darry. Just a bite?”

Darry:(firm) “I just bought that. You’ve had all day to eat.”

Sodapop:(mock serious) “But the Moobus Gelatinous needs sustenance!”

Johnny (laughing from behind the camera):“This is gold.”

Suddenly, Soda lunges for the chicken, but Darry moves faster, slapping Soda’s hand away. The camera zooms in on the chaos as Soda makes another attempt, reaching in with both hands this time. Darry, now fully engaged, blocks him with a sharp backhanded slap to the wrist.

Ponyboy (narrating):“And thus begins the ancient battle… Moobus Gelatinous vs. Backhandus Ballerus!”

Darry:(rolling his eyes) “You guys are ridiculous.”

Sodapop (grinning, mock dramatic):“Never underestimate the Moobus!”

Soda reaches for the chicken again, but this time, Darry swats him back so hard, Soda stumbles into the couch, laughing. He bounces right back up and tries again, throwing his whole body into it.

Johnny (behind the camera):“Get him, Moobus! Get the chicken!”

The battle intensifies, with Darry blocking every one of Soda’s moves. Suddenly, Soda makes one final desperate lunge and—success! He snatches the chicken out of the bag and holds it above his head in triumph.

Sodapop (victoriously):“I am victorious!”

Ponyboy (narrating):“With the use of his deadly defense mechanism—the bite, Moobus Gelatinous emerges triumphant, scavenging his well-earned prey.”

Just as Soda prepares to take a big bite, Darry grabs him by the back of the shirt collar, yanking him backward and sending the chicken flying into the air. Ponyboy catches it mid-flight, like a football player snagging a pass.

Darry:(half-laughing, half-annoyed) “Give me a break, you two! And put that chicken back.”

Ponyboy (grinning at the camera):“And so, the Backhandus Ballerus remains undefeated.”

Soda slumps dramatically on the couch, feigning defeat.

Sodapop:“I’ll get you next time, Darry. The Moobus never gives up!”

The camera pans to Johnny, who’s trying to keep the shot steady as he laughs.

Scene 3: Dallas’s “3D Without Glasses” Prank

INT. CURTIS LIVING ROOM – LATER

The scene opens with Dallas Winston standing in front of the camera, a sly grin plastered on his face. He’s clearly up to no good, and the mischievous glint in his eyes is enough to make anyone suspicious.

Dallas:(leaning in toward the camera, speaking in a low voice) “Alright, listen up, everyone. I’m about to blow your minds. Y’all ready for some high-quality cinema? Forget those fancy theaters. I’m about to give you 3D… without the glasses.”

Johnny (from behind the camera):(skeptical) “3D without glasses? Really, Dal?”

Dallas:(raising an eyebrow, cocky) “Trust me. This is gonna be the best thing you’ve ever seen.”

Ponyboy:(frowning, already skeptical) "Dally, this better not be another one of your dumb pranks."

Dallas:"Oh, come on, Pony. When have I ever—"

Ponyboy:"Every time."

He takes a step back, putting some distance between himself and the camera, while gesturing for Johnny to zoom in.

Dallas:“Now, here’s how it works. You gotta focus real close, alright? Keep your eyes locked on the screen and don’t blink. If you do it right, it’s gonna pop out at you like you’re in the movie.”

Johnny (sarcastic):“Yeah, sure. Real scientific, Dal.”

Ponyboy (off-screen):(muttering) “This is gonna be a disaster.”

Dallas (smirking):“Shut up and watch. You’ll see.”

Dallas takes a deep breath and straightens up, putting on a serious face for the camera. The atmosphere gets strangely tense as he motions for Johnny to zoom in even closer.

Dallas:“Alright. Focus hard. It’s gonna feel like the screen’s coming at ya in 3… 2… 1…”

Suddenly, the screen cuts to a jump-scare—a loud, eerie scream and the image of a creepy monster’s face lunging directly at the camera. It’s edited poorly, but the effect is jarring enough to catch anyone off guard.

Johnny (startled, behind the camera):"Holy—! What the hell is that?!"

Ponyboy (jumping out of his seat):"DAL!"

The camera jerks violently, showing Johnny flinching in real-time, the shot getting wobbly as he nearly drops it. There’s a clatter of noise, followed by both Ponyboy and Johnny shouting in surprise.

Johnny (laughing, breathless):“Dallas! What the hell, man?!”

Dallas (cracking up):“Gotcha, didn’t I? 3D without glasses, just like I promised!”

Ponyboy (annoyed but laughing):“You almost gave me a heart attack!”

The camera swings back to Dallas, who is now doubled over in laughter, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he’s caused.

Dallas (grinning, wiping his eyes):“Aw, come on. You gotta admit, that was brilliant. You should’ve seen your faces!”

Johnny (still laughing):“I think you made my heart skip a beat! That wasn’t 3D, man, that was 10D scare tactics.”

Ponyboy (shaking his head):“You’re lucky the camera didn’t break.”

Dallas (still smirking):“Eh, don’t worry. I’ll get y’all again soon enough. Next time, I’m gonna make it really pop out at ya.”

Johnny (grinning):“Next time, we’re unplugging the TV.”

Scene 4: Paul Holden’s Konami Code Madness

EXT. STREETS OF TULSA – DAY

The scene opens with Ponyboy and Johnny walking down a sidewalk, both holding an old, wobbly camera, trying to focus it on their subject—a Soc, Paul Holden. They’re sneaking behind him, talking in hushed voices like wildlife documentarians.

Ponyboy (whispering to the camera):"Okay, so here we have one of the most elusive Socs in their natural habitat… Paul Holden."

Johnny (mimicking an Australian accent):"Notice how he moves all smug-like. Not a care in the world. A true alpha."

Ponyboy (giggling):"Johnny, stop it. You sound like one of those TV narrators."

Johnny:"Exactly the point, Pony. Gotta make it sound epic."

The two snicker before the camera zooms in on Paul, who walks with purpose. Suddenly, Paul pulls something from his pocket—a handheld gaming device, the latest craze among the Socs.

Ponyboy:"What the heck is he doing?"

The boys watch closely as Paul looks around, making sure no one is watching. Then, with precision, his fingers tap on the game in a specific pattern.

Johnny (narrating again):"And here we see the rare Konami Code… up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A…"

Ponyboy (gasping in awe):"Dude, no way… is he seriously—"

As they watch, Paul suddenly hits an invisible block above his head, just like in a video game, and out pops a dollar bill. Johnny and Ponyboy’s jaws drop.

Johnny (freaking out):"Did you just see that?! He got money… from thin air!"

Ponyboy (in disbelief):"I gotta try this!"

(Paul takes his newfound dollar and casually walks into a convenience store, leaving Johnny and Ponyboy behind to gape at each other.)

Johnny:"This guy's like a human cheat code."

EXT. SCHOOL – LATER

(Paul Holden is at school now, and Johnny and Ponyboy are still following him with the camera. Paul is in class, sitting at the back of the room during a test. He pulls out the same gaming device and punches in the Konami Code again.)

Johnny (whispering):"He’s gonna do it again!"

Ponyboy:"What’s he trying to pull now?"

(They watch as Paul sneakily hits the code, and suddenly, his test paper fills itself out. Johnny and Ponyboy watch in awe as the teacher walks by, oblivious to Paul's genius.)

Ponyboy (incredulous):"He’s literally cheating with a cheat code…"

Johnny:"This is insane. I’m trying this on my next test."

Ponyboy:"No, you’re not!"

EXT. TRACK FIELD – LATER

The next scene cuts to Paul running on the school track, competing in a race. Johnny and Ponyboy are still following him, now more intrigued than ever.

Ponyboy (laughing):"No way he uses the code here."

Johnny:"Watch him."

Paul, mid-race, slows down just enough to reach into his pocket and tap the code on his device again. In an instant, he speeds up, outrunning every other runner like he just activated a turbo boost.

Ponyboy:"I swear, it’s like he’s in a video game."

Johnny (laughing):"Who even needs to train when you’ve got cheat codes?"

EXT. SCHOOL BASKETBALL COURT – LATER

(Finally, the scene cuts to Ponyboy attempting to use the Konami Code himself. He stands under the basketball hoop, facing a suspiciously floating block they set up earlier. Johnny films him with the shaky camera.)

Ponyboy (determined):"Okay, I’ve got this. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A…"

(He jumps and slams his head against the block. Instead of coins, the block just collapses onto Ponyboy’s head, knocking him to the ground.)

Johnny (trying not to laugh):"Pony? You okay?"

Ponyboy (dazed):"I’m seeing stars, man… I didn’t summon any money, just a headache."

Johnny (laughing):"Maybe you didn’t get the code right."

Ponyboy (dazed):“Please just call soda”

Scene 5: Two-Bit’s Cool Lessons

INT. CURTIS HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

Ponyboy is behind the camera, adjusting the focus as Johnny fiddles with the lens. They’re getting ready to film Two-Bit, who’s standing in the middle of the living room, wearing his signature grin and acting like he’s about to deliver some life-changing advice.

Two-Bit (pointing at the camera):"Alright, folks, gather ‘round! Today, I’m gonna teach you how to be the coolest cat in town. Step one: muscles. Chicks love muscles."

Ponyboy (from behind the camera):"You sure about that?"

Two-Bit (scoffing):"‘Course I am, Ponyboy. You ever see a guy with noodle arms getting the girl? Exactly. Now, watch this."

He walks over to a pair of dumbbells that are sitting on the floor. However, instead of lifting the heavier weights, he picks up the smallest one—barely more than a few pounds—and starts lifting it with exaggerated grunts.

Two-Bit (straining for effect):"Gotta get these guns, man. Just you wait, in no time, I’ll be built like Darry."

Johnny (smirking):"You’re lifting a toddler’s weight, Two-Bit."

Two-Bit (laughing):"Hey, it’s all part of the process! You start small, work your way up. Don’t judge the method—judge the results!"

He flexes his biceps, but they barely move. Ponyboy snickers, trying to hold the camera steady.

Ponyboy:"Yeah, maybe in a hundred years."

Two-Bit:"Hey, you gotta start somewhere!"

INT. CURTIS HOUSE – KITCHEN – LATER

Two-Bit is now holding a bunch of crumpled dollar bills in his hands, looking directly into the camera.

Two-Bit:"Alright, lesson number two: cash. You want the ladies’ attention? You gotta have some fliff—cash, dough, moolah."

He dramatically throws the crumpled bills in the air, letting them flutter to the floor.

Two-Bit (with a grin):"See? ‘Cause nothing says romance like making it rain."

Johnny (deadpan):"Yeah, except that’s like ten dollars total."

Two-Bit:"Hey, money’s money, Johnnycakes. And it’s the thought that counts. Besides, watch this."

He walks over to Cherry, Marcia, and Beverly, who are sitting on the porch outside, enjoying the afternoon. Two-Bit flashes them his signature smile and strolls up, trying to act smooth. The camera follows him.

Two-Bit (charming):"Hey, ladies, got a quarter? I told my mom I’d call her when I fell in love."

Marcia looks at him with a raised eyebrow but hands him her cell phone instead.

Two-Bit (confused):"Uh, no, I meant like… a quarter…"

Marcia (smiling):"Call her. You can use my phone."

There’s an awkward silence as Two-Bit holds the phone. Ponyboy and Johnny are behind the camera, barely containing their laughter.

Two-Bit (nervous, to the camera):"Uh… yeah, this is going well."

He quickly dials a number, putting the phone to his ear.

Two-Bit (into the phone):"Soda? Yeah, you gotta come get me, man. I think I just embarrassed myself into oblivion."

He hands the phone back to Marcia, gives a sheepish grin, and walks away, his head down in shame.

Ponyboy (laughing behind the camera):"Smooth, Two-Bit. Real smooth."

Johnny (grinning):"Maybe next time don’t ask to borrow a phone to call your mom."

Two-Bit (mumbling):"Yeah, yeah, everyone’s a critic."

Scene 6: Commercial break

[Cut to Johnny with a grumpy expression with two-bit rubbing her chin]

STEVE and TWO-BIT:                                                                                                            [Singing voice-over] It's Baby Johnny, the living baby doll!

[Cut to Steve and Johnny on the bed. Steve is dressed up with a coral pink shirt, white shorts and a brown hair wig with a Daisy in it. ]

STEVE : He likes to eat his cookies!

[Steve shoves the cookie onto Johnny's face, which turns into cookie crumbles. Steve then rubs johnny’s chin with his finger]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: [Singing voice-over] It's Baby johnny, the living baby doll!

[Cut to two-bit and Johnny at the dinner table.  Two-bit is likewise dressed up with a blonde hair wig with a red hair bow and hot pink shoes, and is holding a baby bottle]

TWO-BIT: he likes to drink milk! [Sticks baby bottle in Johnny's mouth] he's really drinking it!

[Johnny  spits out milk at two-bit. Cut to the backyard. Steve and two-bit are singing, as  two-bit holds Johnny]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: It's Baby Johnny, the living bab-

[Johnny karate-chops Steve’s face]

STEVE : OW!

TWO-BIT: Oh forget it, man. Let's try something else.

STEVE : No, no, no! This gave me an idea.

[Cut to an alley full of trash]

STEVE : [Holding johnny, imitates guitar sounds] It's the ANNIHILATOR!

[ Johnny smashes the trash, making it fly in all directions]

STEVE : With realistic kung-fu karate-chop action! He can break anything with his tiny hand!

[TWO-BIT holding johnny's hand slowly comes up]

STEVE : Nothing can resist him!

[Camera changes to johnny karate-choping a car's side window, a tree with wood particles, a brick, the wall of a house and his face]

STEVE : Cars! Trees! Bricks! Houses! His own face!

[Cut to Steve, Two-Bit, and johnny at a dump field ]

STEVE and TWO-BIT: It's the ANNIHILATOR!

Ninja George II

[Ponyboy holds a sign saying "Ninja George II"]

JOHNNY: Ninja George... two.

[Ponyboy puts down sign and walks to the scene]

JOHNNY: [Deep voice] Ninja George!

PONYBOY: [Raspy] Yes, Colonel?

JOHNNY: You have to help us defeat evil once again!

PONYBOY: I can't. I promised I would never raise my fists again.

[Ponyboy’s foot pops up with a sandwich on it, and Ponyboy takes a bite, then the foot goes back down]

JOHNNY: But Ninja George! Dr. Downer has captured your sister, Ninja Georgina!

PONYBOY: Alright then. But first I need to train.

[Cut to Ponyboy hitting and fighting "with air." Cut back to the previous scene]

PONYBOY: Now I'm ready!

[Johnny throws an orange and Ponyboy immediately puts his hand out to block the attack]

JOHNNY: Yes, you are.

[Cut to a cardboard model of the earth, a sky, and a Ponyboy puppet,which is just the cutout of a horse, traveling on the earth]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] Ninja George traveled far and wide, but it was full of dangers. On the way he met a giant, so he had to defeat it

[Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks a giant's cardboard model]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he met a dragon, so he had to defeat it.

[Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks a dragon's cardboard model]

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he met a beautiful woman, who he fell in love with, but he wasn't emotionally ready, so he had to defeat it.

PONYBOY: [Voice-over as Ponyboy's cardboard model attacks the woman] I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me.

JOHNNY: [Voice-over] And then he arrived at the evil temple of Dr. Downer.

[Cut back to the real Ponyboy and johnny]

PONYBOY: Give me back my sister!

JOHNNY: [With robot helmet] Dun dun DUNNN!! [Removes helmet, revealing his Colonel form]

PONYBOY: [Gasps and points] Colonel! It was you all along?!

JOHNNY: Yes! I tricked you into coming here to defeat you!

PONYBOY: But why didn't you attack me before my training?!

JOHNNY: Uhhh... let's fight!

PONYBOY: Ay ya ya! [Punching in front of himself]

JOHNNY: [Kicking in front of himself] Huh! Huh! Huh!

[Johnny accidentally kicks Ponyboy cheek. Silence. Ponyboy bursts into tears, rubbing his cheek, as johnny throws off his shades]

JOHNNY: No, no, no, no, no! Please don't cry! [Starts crying] Please! You know that - when you cry, I cry. What are we gonna do? We're supposed to jump through a window in the next scene!

PONYBOY: We need another ending.

[Cut to Ponyboy and Johnny, hugging each other]

PONYBOY: I'm sorry I made you feel like the second best ninja in the world, Dr. Downer.

JOHNNY: No, Ninja George. It's me who's sorry for being such a prissy little jerk and capturing your sister.

[They stop hugging and shake hands]

PONYBOY: I think we both learned that expressing our feelings is way better than a fight to the death.

PONYBOY and JOHNNY: [Throw hands in the air] Yaaay! Mega happy ending!

PONYBOY : [Walks over to the camera and grabs it] Alright, how do you eject the tape?

JOHNNY: It's the red button!

PONYBOY : You sure? [Menu pops up with an arrow slowly going down the list of icons, first being eject, last being delete] I thought the red button was to record.

JOHNNY: Nah, it's definitely eject.

PONYBOY : [Arrow is on delete] Alright! Aw, man, I can't wait to see this!

[Ponyboy presses the delete button, causing the whole screen to glitch up, and the episode ends]

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