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[beebazooka]

INTRO POST

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from now on this account will be dedicated to personal oc writing with inconsistent posts as always

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dead-weight! series:

chapter 1

chapter 2

random oc oneshots:

dot and julie

[beebazooka]

Dead-Weight!

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329 words, oc x oc ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ Mary Roth - Zombie Apocalypse OC Writing - Pre Apocalypse

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4/15/13, entry #2 - Mary

That weekend was LONGGGGGG. I rose the ranks of dweeby high schoolers, but in Carly’s little group, I was just an errand dog. I was GENUINELY comical with what she made me do, like balancing bags on my chest while wobbling like an idiot was not what my younger self imagined high school would be. This group was definitely NOT worth it, but it was the only thing that I could realistically morph myself into. They weren't like the cast of Mean Girls. There was a Regina, yeah, but everyone seemed too aggressive to be sidekicks.

“Morning, Carly.” We all muttered like sheep when the queen approached. “Yeah, yeah. What’s up? Go anywhere yesterday?”

No, Carly, I did NOT go somewhere on a school night after enduring the torture of my weekend being taken up by you. Public school day three million, here we go!

Math was bad. E’mani copied my test the entire time, not even bothering to be sneaky when the teacher was practically playing obvious hide and seek with her. I don’t know how to feel about letting her do that, close friends, yeah, go for it, and bring me down with you. But that whole group was fake friends, and they knew it. No hard feelings about having work friends when you don’t even have a job. Pretty sure the trauma caused by another school day was repressed in my mind, because I have no clue what I did after.

It was my dad’s day to pick me up, and like always, there was something slightly wrong. He pinged me on my iPhone 5. My dad’s car had broken down on the highway… AGAIN. That car was a piece of junk that I would be getting for my 16th, yay! My back was pressed against the warm, hard clay of the brick behind me. That GUY was there too, bag slung across the grass while in a position I could only describe as painfully comfy.

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[beebazooka]

Dot x Julie, OC WORLD, ROBLOX OCS

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371 words⏐oneshot ⏐ oc x oc ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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ㅤIt was June, and a new tenant was moving into Bloxburg Jesus Town’s sole apartment complex. Hot summer heat, Julie was in her room, window AC unit buzzing with exhaustion. There wasn’t a moving truck outside, just a girl and a box.

ㅤIt was officially time to introduce herself; self-wallowing was over. She made her way over to the space next to hers. The door creaked open to a chubby girl with messily dyed red hair. A couple of hours into living here, and the room was already trashed: posters peeling off the walls, dirty plates stacked on the bed, and an old laptop about to start a fire.

“Hey, I’m your neighbour on your right. I’m Julie.” “What’s up, man? I’m Dot.” "What’s going on with the junkyard of a room you got… I thought they only rented out clean units, did they forget?” “Aw, nah, that’s just how I am. Only feel right if my stuff’s splattered everywhere.” “Just don’t bring in rats or let the landlord see it.” 

ㅤShe shrugged and walked off. Today wasn’t the day to explain to your new neighbour how personal hygiene worked. She sat in her room while the other tenants introduced themselves and gagged at the state of her room.

ㅤWithin a week of Dot living there, she had already gotten a little hate group; Michael and Ronnie kept meeting up at cafes to complain about her room. While they stayed away, Julie ventured closer. It was kinda hard not to when Dot became her coworker. Bloxburg Jesus Town was small… She picked up Julie’s shifts to make up for stuff. It was as sweet as someone with a nasty room could get.

ㅤTonight was no different; it was late, in the back alley of the pizza shop, laid on the moldy mattresses by the dumpsters. The uniform was sure to cover the whole body, making it perfectly fine to expose yourself to nasty beds. Dot turned her head to face Julie, hazy, sleepy eyes.

“We just gonna take a nap here or what?” “You can, you’ve already exposed yourself to the biohazards in your room.” “Come on, stayyyyy…”

ㅤㅤㅤHer arm slung over, planting itself on Julie’s stomach.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAn invitation, an offer.

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author's note:

lol if anyone actually reads this dont mind our stupid town name,

requested by sirqerd

[beebazooka]

Dead-Weight!

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846 words, oc x oc ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ Mary Roth - Zombie Apocalypse OC Writing - Pre Apocalypse

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4/12/13, entry #1 - Mary

I'm Mary, the internet said journaling was good for your brain so here I go--

It's Friday morning, I ́m late for class, walking through the halls like it didn't matter, because it didn't– not to that clique I worked so hard to get into, but I knew I was toast the second I got home. I had to keep face, y'know. Like I wasn't another geek hiding between Carly ́s faux fur.

And then the universe decided to ruin my day, a skinny excuse for a teenage boy crashed into him, foundation smeared on his "underground" band tee, and I'm pretty sure I hit my head on him. Sheet music and a fat physics textbook slammed on the vinyl floor.

I should've walked away, scoffed, maybe even laughed. I didn't, though. Everyone just walked around us, creating a little circle they wouldn't touch or else the papers might jump out at them at something.

I dropped down, so fast I felt my hair bounce. I started apologizing, like I was the girl I was before joining that clique. I handed him his papers without looking up. Then I did. He was a scrawny guy, half bleached dreads with a racoon tail bleached in a dread near the front. I knew him.

̈You ́re in band, huh…”

I couldn't stop muttering. I was transforming into that nerdy girl again.

̈Do you know my dweeby brother? Weird haircut, thick glasses. David Roth? ̈

God, being related to him was weird. Willingly selecting band as your extracurricular sets a lifelong curse on your family. AND HE PLAYS TUBA FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!

"Oh, Chris? I know him, we both play in the marching band. We hangout sometimes. I would’ve never guessed that he’s your brother."

I saw the exact moment his brain clicked, looking down at that stain. A thick glob of pale skin tone spread across his light tee. My makeup was definitely ruined, and I hadn't even gone to first period yet.

̈Stained your white shirt… yeowch. ̈

“it’s whatever. I have more shirts. I’m surprised you’re even talking to me, let alone apologizing.” ̈Me too. ̈

Different parts of the high school hierarchy conversing like old friends catching up. This was weird, objectively, but he was just easy to talk to. Then he just walked away.

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4/12/13 Entry #1, since I lost my old journal - Beau

It was Friday, the beginning of the school day. I was sitting in the band room, mindlessly tapping my drumsticks against the desk. The end-of-year march was soon, and I couldn’t even think of a proper piece. But of course, our obnoxious school bell rang

throughout the empty classroom. I packed my bag, placing each of my books inside it.

I lazily slung my bag over my shoulder, ready to finish the rest of this school day. Trying to make your way to the hallways of Little Rock was like navigating through a sea of perfume, snobby giggles, “bros” throwing footballs, and the outcasts in their corners. That’s my least favorite part of the building, to be honest. I managed to squeeze my way through the traffic of teenagers successfully. I felt someone bump into my chest, a smear of pale foundation on my band tee. Holding my comically large psych books plus my heavy book bag, I tripped back, all of my junk on the ground.

“Great..”

I muttered under my breath. I looked behind me as I kneeled to gather my things, seeing the popular girls snickering, walking around me, and my clutter.

I heard a soft voice mutter above me,

“Sorry, so sorry.”

One of Carly’s pets stood in front of me, blabbering apologies. I didn’t expect an apology from her, not from someone of that group. “It’s fine.” I brushed it off. She helped me gather some of my stuff then she spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

“You’re in band, huh?”  “Uh, yeah. Why?” I asked, “Do you know my dweeby brother? Weird Haircut, thick glasses, David Roth?” She said, “Oh, David? I know him, we both play drums in the marching band. We hangout sometimes. I would’ve never guessed that he’s your brother.”

I chuckled dryly at the thought of them being siblings. 

I placed everything back into my bag, getting back on my feet. I looked down to my shirt again; it had finally clicked that the stain was there.

“Stained your white shirt..yeowch.”

She drew out her words, like she was trying to keep up the mean girl facade. I snorted at her use of remarks. I shook my head as I placed my bag back over my shoulders,

“It’s whatever. I have more shirts. I’m surprised you’re even talking to me, let alone apologizing.” I shrugged.

“Me too...” I heard her mutter. “Uh, anyway..I’m gonna get to class. We’re both late anyway. So..see ya.”

I walked off to get to psych. See ya? SEE YA? Why did I say that? It’s not like she wants to get to know me, we’re on two completely different parts of the food chain.

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author's note:

mary and beau's timeline takes place in 2013, these are like diary entrys from both parts, hope it's cool!

made with @jaytruetothis