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Alice and Future!Booloo

(Source: texts between the mods parents and the mod)

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A Story a Day: 02-09-2025 Fanfiction Friction ⚠️WARNING: FANFICTION INCEPTION + TEENAGE EMBARRASSMENT⚠️

February 9th, 2037

“Let’s see…who’s on the jinxing block?” Henry sighed, checking his agenda. “Oh yes, I’m supposed to be jinxing our Booloo at 2:30. Very good, very good.”

He checked the time. 12:30. He had about an hour and a half to kill before getting ready.

No better time to do some reading, than now. 

Therefore, he grabbed a notebook that was right next to a stack of literary classics.

“Let’s see what we got.” Henry smiled as he opened the notebook. “‘Purple Nights and Red Mornings’. Chapter 1. It was another bright and sunny morning, if the scent of scrambled eggs and the sound of drumming were any indication.”

He paused.

Must’ve been a new book Theodore surprised him with for Christmas.

Meh, whatever.

Henry kept reading. “As the sun glowed brightly, Greg called out from the kitchen to Anthony. ‘Hey Antho, great drumming there’, said the former. ‘Awwww, thanks, Gregory,’ the latter replied. Interesting interaction…either they’re brothers, roommates or ‘really good friends’.”

*knock knock knock*

“Who is it?” Henry asked.

“Uh, Hen, it’s Wheeler…” Wheeler chuckled nervously.

“Oh, come in, come in, just reading. I don’t bite.”

“Okay, okay, just returning War and Peace.”

Henry nodded, putting the notebook on the bed and opening the door. “Did you like it?”

“Meh, it made for a decent pillow.” Wheeler shrugged. “Sorry about the drool stains.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

“So, what’re you reading this time?” Wheeler asked, placing the book on the bottom shelf.

“Some new paperback book...at least, I think it is.”

“That’s nice.” Wheeler smiled unknowingly.

“I’ve gotta get back to reading, now. I just need a decompressor before I jink Booloo.”

“Okay. Suit yourself.”

And he was about to leave-

Henry nodded, sitting on his bed. “Okay, now where was I- oh, here we go. ‘Is Muzzah up yet?’ wondered Anthony. ‘No, not yet,’ replied Greg, looking concerned, as this was VERY unusual behavior. Okay, I must’ve lost context, what the fuck am I reading?”

“I dunno, classic literature bores the fuck out of-” Wheeler paused. “-wait...oh no! I’m gonna regret this, but can you keep reading?”

“When you live in a usually bustling house of four musicians, you pick up on your other three bandmates' morning habits.” Henry paused, as well. “Okay…but I don’t know why YOU’LL regret this. when it's ME reading it.”

Welp, too late. The pending embarrassment was already creeping in.

“Anthony looked up at Greg ‘You don’t think he was up all night playing the guitar again, do you?’, wondered the former. ‘That or Wags was keeping him up again,’ was the latter’s response. ‘Let’s go check,’.” Henry looked up.

Wheeler was as red as a tomato.

“Lemme guess, this is a fanfiction?” Henry deducted.

“I got bored, Hen. SO I decided to write fanfiction.” Wheeler blushed. “We are NOT to discuss this EVER again!”

“Is there smut in it that you don’t want me to see? Look, you’re 19, not every 19 year old has lost their virginity, so I’ll understand any terribly written smut.” Henry sighed.

“No smut.” Wheeler gulped. Should he burn the notebook? Throw it in a shredder? Have Frances disintegrated its contents?

“Then what’s so bad? It looks decent.”

*whisper whisper whisper whisper*

“Can you at least tell me how the chapter ends?” Henry asked.

“They find him conked out in a love seat.”

“And how does the story itself end?”

“Late night star-gazing on the roof…” Wheeler blushed. 

“Look, there’s nothing wrong with writing fanfiction. As long as it makes you happy and you don't hurt anyone, I won’t judge. And neither will the rest of us.” Henry patted his head.

“...thanks.”

“Trust me…” Henry sighed, grabbing a notebook labeled Sherlock x Watson fanfictions- DO NOT READ THIS BOOK, THEODORE!!! “You’re the only one that knows about this notebook, as far as I know.”

“Then you’re the only one who knows about my fanfiction notebook.” Wheeler lit up.

“Deal!”

NO ONE should know about the time I tried writing a fanfiction at 19 that AO3 decided should never be shown other than the fact that autistic 19 year old kids don't have the best experiences with writing stuff like human interactions and go off on stuff they see in the media and things they experience IRL. But write fanfictions if it makes you happy. Sorry for the long story. 👈😅👈

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"Triple Chaos" Clip

“In fact, mister Cookie MALFEASANCE Masterson-”

Cookie just put a finger on Guy’s mouth. 

“What the fuck?” Kandi asked Cookie. “The fuck got into him?”

“No spoilers, related to the surprise.” “Surprise my ass, that alarm prank was too far.” Schmitty grumbled.

“How many?” Booloo asked.

“5 alarms. One every hour from 7-11 and then one for 11:45.” Schmitty explained.

“JESUS!” Booloo gasped. 

Then paused.

“I told ya Guy could wake up like I can, but you didn’t listen! Serves ya right!” 

“Yeah…” Buzz was trying to drown the BS out by doing a paradiddle. “Right, left, right, right…”

“You drum too? NICE!” Booloo geeked. “Any updates from my future self?” “Not yet.” Kandi checked again. “Think there’s some leftover shortcake in the fridge-” “SAY NO MORE!” Booloo summoned her wings in excitement.

“THAT’S my girl!” Kandi cheered.

“I BLOODY LOVE YOU!” Booloo geeked.

Nate chuckled a little. “Having fun, cuz?”

“Left, right, left, left, right, right, left, right, right, left, right, left, left…” Buzz continued. “Yeah.”

Honey, Arianna and Ginger were chasing each other around the living room wildly while Glitch and Logan supervised. “WOAH!” Logan laughed.

“Slow down, you guys!” Cookie groaned.

Guy sighed. “If I wasn’t so dumb, I’d say so many words to berate you, Cookie!”

“If you want, I can get you a thesaurus.” Cookie offered.

“That’s not the compliment you think it is, Cookie.” Schmitty gently told him.

“Then what is, Schmoopie?”

“I’m sorry for doing the alarm prank, maybe?” Schmitty deadpanned. “Just a thought.”

“I’m���sorry about the alarm prank.” Cookie awkwardly looked away, hands in his pockets.

Guy just huffed at the two.

“I deserve that.”

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"Floating Through Life (Down at the Ozdust)" Clip

“Jodi M as Elphaba, Berri S as Galinda, Willis F as Nessarose, Charlie T as Fieyro Tigelaar, Kurt Y as Boq Woodheart, Judy M as Madame Morrible- cool cast, Buzz.”

“Tell me about it! They’ve all got amazing talent, too.” smiled Future!Buzz. “Judy’s been in school plays since she was 4, Kurt sang choir for most of elementary school, Jodi took dance as a kid, Willis’ done the middle school and high school plays.” he paused. “Berri’s a special one, though. This is gonna be her first big break!”

“Really? Awesome!” Booloo geeked.

The two looked over at a young lady no older than 20. She had short auburn hair, bright green eyes and was slightly tan skin with freckles.

“This is Little Miss Berri Suki.” Future!Buzz beamed.

“Hi!” Booloo waved excitedly. “I wish you the BEST of luck, no joke.”

“Attention! Attention, everyone!” Future!Buzz declared.

“So as I was saying-” Jodi was talking.

“Shhh. Director’s talking.” Judy insisted.

Berri just nervously fixed her bubble crown.

“Where’s ‘Fiyero’?” sighed Future!Buzz.

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"Où Est Le Cheesecake?" Clip

“AY, RICKY!” Future!Nate waved. “C’MON!”

“Ye’ll never guess who I bumped into, a few rows ‘way from us.” Ricardo grinned.

“Judging by the accent, I have an idea.” Arianna mused.

“Polly’s visiting! Apparently they booked a similar tour to go visit Tippet’s family.” Future!Nate did not want to correct him. He was happy enough, anyways.

“Facts.” Past!Tippet sighed.

“INCOMING!” Polly laughed as she, Arthur, Edgar, Emily, Gertrude, Henry, Agatha and Theodore got off the bus while Wheeler used the ramp.

“You wanna go to the Louvre after we eat this shortcake?” Past!Booloo’s mouth watered as she glanced at the cakes in the window.

“CAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!” May grinned.

“Okay, the bus just left, so while Ray-Ray’s busy, the 10 of us are gonna have a great time out on the town.” Emily beamed.

She then paused, did a quick headcount, and looked pale.

“What?” Polly looked worried.

“There WERE 10 of us on the bus, right?” Emily looked at the group.

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