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Azul: WHY IS THERE A $486 CHARGE ON THE COMPANIES CREDIT CARD!?

Jade: Well, I didn't think I spent that much on having the mushrooms shipped.

*Floyd casually popping a piece of candy in his mouth*

Floyd: you didn't :>

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The Hunt for a Break

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Floyd x reader, honorable mentions to Jade and Azul

Word Count: 1303

Genre: Crack, Fluff

Warnings: the reader is being chased but nothing graphic, the fic is mainly crack but can be a bit considered scary to some readers

Notes: the reader is gender neutral, this is not canon to twisted wonderland or its Halloween event, it is a first person perspective.

A Halloween Collab with: @twistedchatterbox , @jade-s-nymph

A/N: Thank you so much to @twistedchatterbox for letting me participate in this event. I was originally planning for my prompt to be a bit more suspenseful but it turned more into a crack fic than anything else XD. Anyway, thank you for letting me be part of the event, I hope you enjoy my little piece. 💛

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It was a dark and cloudy evening, which to you was an irony as most of the suspenseful books you read had started close to this very description. The other irony was just how well it matched the current situation you found yourself in.

Sticks and leaves crunched under your shoes as you sprinted down the wooded path, trees streaming by you in a blurs of brown and white. The cold of the fall air bit at your fingers and your nose, but you didn’t have the time to stop and warm them up. The thing that was coming after you wouldn’t stop just for you to pitifully rub your hands together in an attempt to warm up a bit, and some part of your brain cursed your decision to leave the dorm without gloves on.

A particularly loud crunch near to your right made you yelp. Yep, it was definitely getting closer, and you were not particularly happy with that development.

“BEGONE WITH THEE!” You screeched to the thing behind you, pushing yourself to pick up the pace. “DON’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO DO!?”

“NOPE!” Came the enthusiastic shout from behind, instilling more fear at the realization that he was not going to stop until it caught you. Leaping over a tree that blocked the path you, you tore off to the left, trying to lose him in very weird, jerky manuvers around the trees and rocks down a small hill. Lighthearted giggling reached your ears as you wove your way down the slope.

“Shrimpyyyyy~ I’m gonna get ya!” Came another shout from behind, followed by rapidly approaching footsteps. In a last ditch effort you flew over a large rock, promptly digging your heels into the dirt upon landing only to dive off to the side of the rock. Squatting down by its side you tried to become as quiet and small as possible, puffs of steam hanging in the air from the quick inhales you took to try and catch your breath. The footsteps in pursuit became louder and lounder until the incredible lanky figure flew over the rock, landing square on his feet before popping up excitedly. A familiar head of teal-colored hair cocked to the side, looking around for where you ran off to.

“Aw come on shrimpy! Where did you go?” His heterochromatic eyes swept the small clearing, full of excitement and confusion. When his gaze swept over the rock again you folded into yourself, trying to get as small as humanely possible. You could have sworn he had seen you as he had looked directly towards you in his wild searching circles. But to your surprise he shrugged, let out a disappointed huff, and started sauntering off towards the left whistling as he went.

It was only when he was out of sight that you realized you had been holding your breath. Air rushed out of your lungs as you exhaled, relief settling over you as you slumped against the rock. Raising a hand to your chest, you could feel your heart beat hard against your ribcage.

“Wasn’t he supposed to be at the lounge at this hour?” You whispered to the rustling leaves. The circumstances behind the sudden chase scene were weird to say the least. Classes had just ended for the day, with half the student body dispersing to discuss what their plans were for the upcoming Halloween events. The housewardens were planning for the yearly Halloween party, the Monstro lounge was busy solving the issue of what the main menu would be, and the students were tasked with decorating their dorms for the season. You had just gotten back to Ramshackle dorm, putting your schoolwork down to tackle later in the day before heading back outside. Your original plan had been to take a brisk walk around the campus to clear your head, get some fresh air and just to take break before going back to tackle the rest of the evening. But it seems that some merperson had other ideas. You hadn’t even made it two steps out the gate before spotting a familiar teal headed merman standing in a menacing half-crouch in the middle of the path, but facing the opposite direction. Before you could even begin to question what you were witnessing he snapped his head around at the sound of the gate shutting, spotting you immediately with a wide grin. You froze when he shouted “Shrimpy!” in earnest excitement, and took off running once he had managed to flip himself around start sprinting at you at an ungodly speed. In short, you seemed to have found yourself the source of entertainment of a guy who was definitely skipping his shift at the Monstro Lounge.

“GOTCHA!” Came a shout from above you, causing you to let out a startled scream. Speak of the devil, Floyd definitely knew where you were now, staring down at you from his newfound rock perch. Scrambling to stand you started to try running off again, but was promptly tackled to the ground and sent rolling across the forest floor with your attacker. Floyd let out a wild bought of laughter once the two of you stopped careening around the clearing, sprawled flat on his back with his arms flung out to the sides. You were in a similar position, lying stomach first across his waist with your arms flung out in front of you. You could feel his stomach shaking with laughter underneath you, which in turn caused you to start laughing along with him once the shock factor had worn off.

“Floyd what the hell!” You laughed, your head falling forward as you shook with hysteria. Floyd laughed harder at your words, shifting to his side and sliding you off of him.

“Ahahaha! Your the best to play with Shrimpy!” He exclaimed, giggling and kicking his feet like a child. “That made my day so much better!”

“Well, glad to be of assistance I guess.” You shifted yourself onto your back, looking up at the sunlight starting to break through the clouds. “Shouldn’t you be at the lounge?”

“Ehhhh, Azul can manage, plus its so boring. This was way better!” Floyd flung his arms above him, emphasizing his point. “I needed a break from all that boring stuff.”

“Well we had one heck of a break.” You snickered. “So, want to go back or do you just want to keep lying here for a bit.” His face scrunched up in faux consideration before he responded.

“Well, lying here won’t hurt anyone.” He said, eyes closed with a soft smile on his face. Linking arms with him, you joined him in lying on the forest floor, enjoying each others company in the growing dusk of the day.

Bonus: “WHERE IS FLOYD!? HIS BREAK ENDED TWO HOURS AGO!” Came a shout from the VIP lounge, Azul storming into the main restaurant soon after.

“I believe he said he was off doing some important things. It must be quite important if its taking him this long.” Jade replied, a cordial smile on his face as he addressed the housewarden.

“Oh please he’s probably off gallivanting around campus looking for someone to mess with.” Azul grumbled, adjusting his glasses so the sat higher on his nose. “He’s picking up an extra shift when the Halloween rush comes around to make up for this.”

Jade let out a hum, letting his smile fall a bit as he spoke. “That will make for a very eventful holiday indeed. I cannot wait to see his reaction when you tell him.”

“No Jade I was planning on you telling him, as if its you it might lessen some of his temper…Jade get back here this instant.”

“I believe I will be taking my break now Azul. I have important things to do.”

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When Fae Sleep on the Ceiling

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Word Count: 1.1k

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Crack

Warnings: None

Character: Lilia Vanrouge

Headcanon: He has slept upside down in the hallway and scared the shit out of a Diasomnia student, on more than one occasion. It may have been on purpose the second time.

A/N: first in my series of writing headcannons and short stories :>

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Silence settled over Diasomnia, the only sounds coming from the crackling of the dim green torches and the clocks ticking away. Moonlight filtered in through the tall windows, casting soft shadows across the floor and grazing the faces of the students in their beds. Yes, 3 am in the dorm was as peaceful as it had always been-

“AAAAAAAAAGH.” Okay, maybe not. The frantic footsteps of a student echoed down the hallway, the student in question turning the corner at an alarming speed which sent them crashing into a corner table. Lilia watched incredolously as the boy picked himself up and continued his panicked sprint down the next hallway. The scream and flee-the-large-bat-thing routine didn’t come as much of a shock to him, this had happened several times before to a variety of jittery first years who were still adjusting to the spookyness of the dorm. It was the fact that they had sent the corner table into the afterlife in their attempt to get away from the sentient black lump hanging from the hallway ceiling that surprised him.

“Father, what are you doing.” Lilia turned his head and came face to face with a weary looking Silver. The cacophony of noises must have woken him up, an impressive feat. He would have to give kudos to that student later.

“Sleeping of course. What else would I be doing.” he chirped innocently. He gave the boy an upside down grin, which in turn received a suspicious look.

“Then why did I hear such a profound screech of terror?”

“Ah yes, that.” Lilia released an arm from his cape to make a wide gesture to the smashed corner table. “Evidently the mention of fae potentially sleeping in the hallway was missed during orientation again. Unfortunately this time an innocent life was taken.” Silver blinked at the pile of wood in surprise.

“Such a shame really. That corner table had so much life left to live.” Lilia raised a hand to his forehead, feigning a pained expression. “Alas, it met an untimely end this fair morning. We must grieve.”

“It is too early in the morning to be grieving for a table father.” Silver grumbled, exhaustion starting to creep up on him once again. “There are few people that would actually grieve a table in the first place-”

“NOOOOOOOO! TABLE-SAMA ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?” Insert jumping five feet in the air out of surprise. If the voice hadn’t already confirmed who was now very loudly mourning the table, the bright green hair sure did.

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU!? TABLE-SAMA ANSWER ME!”

“Sebek it is 3:10 in the morning tone it down!” Silver hissed, glaring down at the underclassman who was currently trying to sooth the pile of very much inanimate wood.

“I know its such a tragedy that the table had to leave us so soon.” Lilia piped up, adding to the hysterics that wracked the first year.

“WE MUST FIND WHO DID THIS TO THEM! THE TABLE WILL BE AVENGED!” Sebek cried. Both his arms shot into the air in anger holding seperate halves of one of the broken table legs. Silver groaned, softly facepalming while Lilia cackled loudly behind him. The commotion over the now pile of shards was so great that it drew the attention of more and more of the sleeping (was sleeping) students.

“Lilia, what is the meaning of all this noise.” Malleus questioned, letting out a yawn while striding closer to the crime scene. Lilia was wheezing so hard with laughter he couldn’t directly answer the horned fae, only pointing a shaking finger towards the hysterical man on the floor before falling back into uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m sorry Malleus I didn’t think this would get so out of hand-” Silver started, but was once again interrupted by a booming screech.

“TABLE-SAMA HAS BEEN KILLEEDDDDD!” Sebek cried, tears rolling down his face while he gestured his shaking hands to the broken table in front of him.

“Oh dear, it seems the vase on the table broke as well.” Malleus noted, crouching down to pick up some of the shattered white porcelain that littered the floor. “What a shame, I quite liked that vase.”

“Can we leave this matter for the morning, please.” Silver said exasperated, “We’re waking up the entirety of the dorm with this nonsense.” He gestured the hand not currently facepalming down the hallway, towards the several doors that had revealed confused and exhausted students staring directly at them.

“Ah yes, many apologies fellow students. Please go back to bed.” Malleus said, turning his head to address the growing crowd. The students turned back into their dorm rooms, grumbling about being woken up at such an ungodly hour of the morning before closing the door behind them. The fae turned back towards the wreckage, raising a hand towards it. Green magic rolled off his fingers like mist, curling around the pieces of the table and melding them together. Malleus watched as the vase put itself back together as well, setting itself down on the now fixed table with a thump.

“There, the matter has been dealt with.” He said, standing and brushing the remaining dust off of his nightclothes. “We shall find the student and have a talk with him about furniture etiquette first thing in the morning. I will be going back to bed now. Sleep well.” He offered a small smile towards the other three before turning to go back towards his room. Lilia was still trying to recover from his laughing fit, giggles still escaping him as he curled into himself.

“*sniff* Table-sama has been fixed! We must celebrate!”

“In the morning Sebek.”

“Yes I know that Silver.” Sebek snapped, wiping any remaining tears from his face. “Who in their right mind would celebrate a table being fixed at such early hours. Right then, see you in the morning.” Sebek shot up from his seated position on the floor, offering a curt nod and walking off like a solider in a marching band. It was as if he hadn’t just spent the better part of five minutes crying on the floor over a dismembered table.

“I will be heading to bed as well.” Silver yawned. “Please refrain from scaring more students tonight. We don’t need more broken furniture.”

“No promises.” Lilia wheezed, “If someone else gets scared I’ll warn them against smashing the table again.” Being too tired to respond, Silver opened the door to his room and walked inside.

“Good night father.” The door shut behind him, leaving the fae to his own devices. The rest of the night was relatively peaceful, the silence only being broken by the occasional giggling of the vice dormleader hanging from the ceiling. He was no doubt plotting who to 'accidentally' scare next, and if he was lucky, maybe he could get the unlucky victim to break something else.

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After many days of writing (and procrastinating) I have finished my first fanfic for twst!!!! And now I shall share it because I love it. Also I think the ask box is open so ideas are welcome :> (ALSO HOW DOES THE READ MORE THING WORK HELP)

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To Catch an Eel... Accidentally

Summery: Ruggie is on one of his many fishing trips for an easy lunch, but this time he gets more than what he bargained for

Word Count: 1.2k (more than I expected)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: slight swearing but otherwise none

A/N: this is my first ever fanfic, I do plan to turn this into a writing/request/art blog but I'm still learning how this works. I'll get a master list and a theme and all that fancy stuff up eventually, but I'm very proud of this soni hope you enjoy it <3 (please be patient with me I'm very new to this and are still learning how to write well)

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The fish quickly dispersed as the mer-eel swept by them, hiding in the corners of the lake from the unexpected snapping jaws of an unhinged predator also known as Floyd. He lunged forwards towards one of the fish, missing it by a hair and watched as it slowly swam away, seeming to taunt him. He let out a stream of bubbles in frustration watching it go, swearing to take a bite out of the thing once he was able to catch it. He had been swimming around all day, and unlike the fish during the Vargus camp these fish were insanely fast which made it near impossible for him to get ahold of one. He let himself drift a bit in the water arms crossed with a snarl that would scare a snapping turtle away. That was until he saw a bobbing movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw another fish, bright pink with orange striping, and to his delight was lot slower than the others.

“Ehehe~ Come hereee little fishy~” He giggled to himself, shooting through the water with his hands extended towards the unsuspecting ball of bright colors. His hands shot straight past the fish, clasping together behind it so it couldn’t escape its inevitable fate of becoming a snack. Floyd snapped at the fish, delight filling his mind as he felt it hit the roof of his mouth. He raised his hands above himself in triumph, his excited wiggling making him miss the light tugging of the clear line that now led into his jaws.

A noise sounding suspiciously like a squeaky toy escaped him as he was very unceremoniously yanked upwards, streams of bubbles following him as he fought back against the incredibly persistent upward pulling of the fishing line. It was his fish! How dare they try to steal his hard work!

-Meanwhile-

Ruggie pulled furiously on the rod, watching it bend and jerk around wildly in his grasp. He couldn’t believe the sheer strength of whatever monster of a fish he had hooked. In the very many times he’d taken to fishing in the lake near the school he had never once hooked something so monsterous. The image of a freshly grilled fish crossed his thoughts as he reeled the line again, giddily watching the ever growing shadow in the water. That was until he realized that he was actively being pulled towards the water, the fish having decided to flip the roles of the fisher and the fished.

“Ah shit!” He shouted, digging his feet into the ground as much as he dared in an attempt to stop himself from getting dragged to a watery grave. What he wouldn’t give in this moment to have greater arm strength, his noodle arms were going to give out any second if this assault on his arms and his ego didn’t let up.

The sounds of feet approaching caught his ears, the person steadily plodding their way around the lake path. Seeing a familiar first year come into view, his hope shot sky high.

“JACK! HELP ME OUT HERE WILL YA’?” He yelled towards the beastman. Jack halted almost immediately, looking over to see his upperclassman about to get absolutely wrecked by one hell of a force of nature.

“Ruggie, what in the world did you catch!?” Jack shouted back, already starting to make a beeline for the struggling hyena.

“I don’t know but whatever it is it’ll be enough food for a whole week!” Once Jack grabbed hold of the rod Ruggie let out an internal sigh of relief. With Jack’s strength, they’d be able to get the fish out in no time!

The fish fight continued for the next ten minutes, neither side seeming to be able to keep their advantage over the other. As soon as it looked as though the Savannaclaw students were going to get dragged in they would pull harder, and once the fish got close to the murky surface it would pull back furiously, putting the pair back to where they started. In all honesty, Ruggie had just about had it with this things antics. Another minute flew by and once again the mystery fish had been yanked near the surface, bubbles absolutely surrounding the thing as it thrashed around in the water.

“Alright Jack! On three we pull as hard as we can. We should be able to get the fish out with one more good tug!” Ruggie said, watching the fish intently. Jack was really starting to feel the ache in his arms, but he nodded.

“Whenever you’re ready then!” He said, bracing himself against the ground to keep himself from getting dragged back to the starting line.

“One…”

“Two…”

A flash of teal broke the surface, the blur of a tail shooting up before getting ready to dive back into the lake.

“THREE!” The two of them threw their weight’s backwards, their combined efforts jerking the fish up out of the water and onto the grass in front of them.

“HELL YEAH! WE GOT A-” Ruggie cut himself off, looking down in shock at the sight in front of him. What was staring back at them was, in fact, not a fish, but a very, very angry looking Octavinelle student with a hook in his mouth. Neither party said anything for a minute, staring at each other with very mixed emotions.

“Floyd…what were you doing in the lake.” Jack said breaking the silence.

“I was getting a snack, what else would I be doing!” Floyd snarled, reaching up to de-hook himself from the line. “What the hell were you doing!?”

“Why does it matter what I was doing why did you try to eat the lure!?” Ruggie yelled incrediously.

“Well how was I supposed to know thats what a lure is!?”

“It’s so obvious that it was a lure! No fish in this lake is BRIGHT FUCKING PINK!”

This argument continued for a good three minutes, emotions amping up by the second while Jack watched the interaction from the sideline. That wonderance was ended quickly however by snarling on Floyd’s end, deciding that he had had enough with the argument and was now resorting to violence to end it.

If anyone’s seen one of those videos where a worm is touched and the worm starts wiggling around violently, that was the equivalent to what Floyd was doing. His mer form didn’t exactly have the legs required for Floyd’s charge of attack, so the next best thing? Wiggle aggressively to bring across the message of the violence that will soon befall the pair when he does get his legs back.

Ruggie grabbed his rod once Floyd started his maniacal wiggles and shot backwards, not wanting to get anywhere close to the noodle of death.

“JACK WE GOTTA GO!” He screamed, shooting into the woods towards the college building as fast as possible. Jack only started running once Floyd’s tail slammed a tad to close for comfort, taking off after the second-year as if his life depended on it (it did).

Floyd continued his crazed wiggling until Jade found him a few hours later, the wiggling having tired him out to the point where his twin had to carry him back to Octavinelle.

Needless to say for the next two weeks Ruggie and Jack had to be hyperaware of Floyd as anytime he saw either of them he would start charging at them with a full intent to drag them to the bottom of the sea. He eventually got bored of this after a while, but it was fairly amusing for Leona to watch his underclassmen pelt away once they even saw a hint of teal hair. He got some hecking good naps those two weeks.

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Why you don't climb flagpoles

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Word count: 1158

Warnings: None

Genre: Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Ace Trappola

Headcannon: If there was a flagpole on campus, he has definitely climbed it to prove a point or because of a dare, or both. They had to get Trey to get him down because he got stuck halfway up the pole and swore that he didn’t need help. They finally went to get the third year because Ace got hella tangled in the cord and finally admitted defeat.

A/N: I struggled with the ending, but I think it came out okay :>

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“Ace get down you can’t do it.”

“YOUR JUST JEALOUSSSS!”

“DON’T MAKE ME CALL TREY!”

That exact sentence was what made you stop in your tracks. Normally when you heard the sounds of certain first years causing questionable trouble you would check to make sure they weren’t going to die before moving on with your day. However, the threat of calling an upperclassman told you this wasn’t a scheme to steal Riddles tarts under his nose and inevitably get caught. In short, nothing that would be easy to explain or easy to resolve.

With a sigh, you turned your steps towards the back-and-forth bickering that came from the general direction of the sports field, Grim following close on your heels and complaining about the detour that definitely didn’t lead to him getting his tuna faster. Thank the seven school was done for the day, as the chances of you coming to the rescue of your friends lessened whenever the time limits of classes loomed over your heads. But you also had to wonder if there was even a day that could go by before one of two potential troublemakers landed themselves in questionable positions.

You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when the duo came into view, maybe Ace had climbed a tree too high and got stuck, but it definitely wasn’t the sight of said redhead doing an ungraceful shimmy up the school’s flagpole. To your further astonishment, Deuce was standing at the bottom of the pole, his active attempts to follow his friend being stopped by Cater who was also filming the whole thing.

“What in the seven are you doing?” You shouted, catching the attention of the present Heartslabyul students as you approached. Deuce turned his head to face you, stopping his scrabbling attempts to attach himself to the pole.

“Ace is going to get himself killed.” He said, pointing upwards towards the ever-higher climbing first year.

“Deuce bet me twenty thaumarks that I couldn’t climb to the top of the flagpole!” Ace retorted from his perch, sticking his tongue out at his friend before continuing his ascent. Cue the sweatdrop on Deuce when he saw the look of what-the-hell on your face.

“In my defense, I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

“When has Ace not taken dares seriously,” Grim said, crossing his paws and glaring at the first year. You had to hold back on stating that the cat monster was no better than he was, putting a hand over your face to stop him from cluing in on your eye roll.

“Cater let me go he’s gonna get himself hurt if someone doesn’t go after him!” Deuce struggled against the hold Cater had on the collar of his uniform to no avail.

“Sorry Deuce! We can’t have two underclassmen risking broken limbs at the same time.” Cater said, throwing a smile toward his classmate. “Riddle would have my head if I didn’t stop at least one of you.”

“So why are there no attempts being made to stop Ace from getting any higher than he is?” You questioned, watching as he slipped a foot down the pole before regaining his grip.

“I mean, it would be kinda pointless not to let him at least try to get to the top at this point tbh. Plus, this is good content for Magicam!” Cue the frustrated prefect glare. “Also the fact that because he’s so high up it would be hard to get him down without accidentally knocking him off.” He added quickly. That statement brought back the remembrance of the attempts to get Grim out of the chandelier the first day school started. In hindsight launching Ace at the chandelier wasn’t the best idea that was ever conceived, but in Deuce’s defense, it did effectively get the cat and the first year down in record time.

“YOU BETTER GET MY MONEY READY JUICE!” Came another shout from above.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!”

“You know what, I’ll call Trey if you don’t climb back down here!” You shouted up at him.

“Oh? What's that? Is that, an unbeliever I hear?”

“ACEEEEE!” No actually, it was the sound of an angry house warden who just discovered one of his underclassmen was doing something he probably shouldn’t be. Said house warden was now stomping across the sports field in his dorm uniform with a scarily murderous aura about him. “GET OFF THE POLE BEFORE I COLLAR YOU FOR NEXT MONTH!” He screamed, still a ways off but just as terrifying as he was up close. Of course, the sudden appearance of the house warden only egged Ace to get to the top of the pole faster, wrapping one of his legs into the halyard rope (The rope that lowers and raises a flag that I totally didn’t look up) in an attempt to shove himself up the last stretch of the pole. What he failed to account for was that his previous commentary had angered Deuce so much that he managed to wiggle out of the third-year's grip to run over and kick the bottom of the pole as hard as he could.

Yeah, he may have lost his grip on the pole. Ace screeched in fear as he flipped backward, watching the world turn upside down and get startlingly closer only for it suddenly stop and have the back of his head smack the pole, hard. His leg was now thoroughly tangled in the rope from his unplanned and sudden descent and he was now hanging precariously upside down. The frustrating part now was that he didn’t have a good way to get himself off the pole.

“Okay Ace, just stay there we’ll get someone to get you down,” Cater yelled from the ground, shoving his phone in his pocket to free his other hand.

“WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? DOWN?!” Ace shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands at the ever-so-looming ground. Who knew grass could look so terrifying? In the end, Trey was in fact called to come to calm down Riddle while you, Cater, and Deuce worked together to get the helpless first year off the pole safely. He did end up getting collared for a solid week, Riddle only relenting when it was brought up that Ace still needed his magic for classes. Now it was just a matter of time before Ace tries to climb it again, one day finally fulfilling his duty of getting to the top of the pole at least once in his school years.