get out of here, you filthy animal.

indie rp blog for ozzy from kindergarten 2 / follows back from @charlie-rp-hub

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" not until your hands are clean! get out of here you filthy animal. “

indie, semi-selective fandom rp blog for ozzy from kindergarten 2.

semi canon-divergent? headcanons will be present.

rules ✦ tag dump ✦ about the muse ✦ art credit ✦ content warnings

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((Going to dredge up ye ol Chara Kindergarten Verse for April Fools...))

That one new kid, the one that hadn't been from the other school, mostly had kept to themself... aside from well, antagonizing Felix Huxley after seeming to have bonded with Teddy and sitting where the huxley had wanted to sit... but well, it seeeeems that Ozzy's habits and particularisms hadn't gone unnoticed by them.

As, throughout the day, Chara's not only been taking Ozzy's usual seats all day (which wasn't too weird, they refused to just stick to one seat day after day), but, after break... had filled his cubby with a lot of paper flowers sometime in the day! They actually were solidly made... but, to make things worse, each petal of the flowers had a dirt finger print!!

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Ozzy wasn't particularly taking it kindly to this new student who had bombarded into his school, his routine. It totally interferes with his school life the way they just.. SIT there. It drives him up the wall! First his friends leave, and now this NEW kid replaced them, and is chatting it up with the Huxleys like they're welcome here! At least Felix seems to share his distaste. But if that wasn't bad enough, suddenly this new kid started to take HIS seats! HIS SEATS! Oh the nerve of this kid! Those were his reserved spots! Ozzy grumbled the whole day having his spot be vanquished by the evil new child, and huffed and puffed until he got to his cubby and saw..

..a bunch of paper flowers stuffed in it.

Ozzy yelped at the sight, immediately reaching for his inhaler, but then backed away as he realized that they were not real flowers and made of paper. He looked at it cautiously, studying it intensely and staring puzzledly at it. Blinking once and twice and thrice to see if it would go away. It didn't.

He looked with.. a faint fondness as he remembered the times he made paper flowers with Madison. He couldn't go near flowers, green ones especially, so he made fake ones with Maddy. It was fun.

He crouched down to inspect the flowers a little more, reaching out--

Until he noticed a speck of-- Gasp! DIRT! A whole fingerprint of it! On all the flowers! Oh the nerve! The nerve! Ozzy stood up with a dramatic swoosh and yelled out to the whole class.

" Who interfered with my cubby?!" He cried out, looking around. He made eye contact with Chara, and quickly strode over to them. "Was it you? I bet it was you! Taking my seats and ruining my regime weren't enough for you, huh?! "

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"...Yeah, that'd be.. nice..." He muttered, trailing off.

...Ozzy wasn't really paying attention to the lady behind the window until she actually stepped out. She was taller than he thought. And furrier.

He took a step back, fully gawking at her, not hiding his wide-eyed stare, until he finally piped up--

"--Why are your ears so big?" He said very bluntly. "Are you British?"

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She can't help but laugh at the query again, but it's a kind sound, as she has her ears bounce in accentuation. Just a bit of an up and down, with how floppy there. "No, I'm not british dear. Am I the first monster you've met? Actually, hold that thought. Need to grab the requested Whipped Cream after all." It's just a moment as Toriel pops back inside, And then back out with the whipped cream dish and spoon in it.

She also has two plates, two forks, and pie spatula on the other hand. She sets both down on the stands, reaching up the window to bring down the pie.

"Say, if I am the first monster you've met... Where are your guardian's, young one? Do you know their phone number?" Thebquestion is asked gently, as she uses the spatula to slice and plate the pie, and then scoop a generous dollop of whipped cream onto both. It's near picture perfect.

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"Monster?" Ozzy tilted his head. He took out a packet of wet wipes and started wiping down the seats, "That sounds a bit mean. You don't look like a monster, you look more like.. a fluffy cloud." He promptly sat down after he was done, rolling up his sleeves so as to not get them dirty. "My mom is around somewhere in her office.. She needed to go to work and didn't trust any babysitters to take care of me so she brought me along." Ozzy took the fork in his hands, studying intensely for any signs of dirt. "But I got bored so I started wandering around-- and then I smelled something yummy, which was your pie so I came here." His story finally concluded, he rewarded himself by taking a big scoop of pie and whipped cream in his fork.

"And yes, I know my mom's phone number, she had me memorize it like 200 times." And with the final question answered, he consumed his pie in one big bite, and let out a big, excited, muffled exclamation of joy. It was delicious! "This is good!"

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"...Yeah, that'd be.. nice..." He muttered, trailing off.

...Ozzy wasn't really paying attention to the lady behind the window until she actually stepped out. She was taller than he thought. And furrier.

He took a step back, fully gawking at her, not hiding his wide-eyed stare, until he finally piped up--

"--Why are your ears so big?" He said very bluntly. "Are you British?"

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"I can walk and talk, can't I?! Just because you've been here 3 years longer than me doesn't mean I'm a baby! I'm know how to count, and I have my own bed! I'm very big, thank you!" Ozzy huffed, thinking he won this battle even though he failed his counting.

"And you're anything but amazing and beautiful! You're..." He squinted at her, "...Well--"

Ozzy paused in his steps, turning around to point at her, words already forming to say:

"...Insufferable, intolerable, arrogant--" He waved his finger at her, "Boastful, irritating, infuriating, troublesome, vexing, and--" He snapped his fingers, "Uhh.. Dumb!" He grinned. "Yeah!"

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Target acquired.

Ozzy yanked the head of his hoodie up and pulled it over Ron, giving the back of his head a good friendly smack. He couldn't help but let out a snort. Ron sure can be gullible sometimes, huh?

" Okay, I'm done now. " He grinned to himself, clearly satisfied and in a good mood, " You can continue. "

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He gave her an incredulous look, his nose scrunched up in disbelief and his mouth downturned into a most petty pout. He did not like her. Nuh-uh. Her snide comments and teasing only made him madder.

"Fine, stranger lady!" He scoffed, crossing his arms. "--And I'm 5! Not a baby! I'm calling you stranger lady because you're a strange lady, not because I don't know my own letters!" He spat defensively, followed by an angry little stomp. Like a little bunny throwing a temper tantrum.

Ozzy turned away from her with a huff and continued walking along, stepping faster than usual, not caring to slow down enough for her to catch up (Though it wouldn't be of much use since he's too small to walk faster than her, anyway). He did sneak a peek back at her periodically to see if she's following. To see if he lost her, of course! Not because he's scared of being by himself.

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" Eh.. " Ozzy looked around hesitantly, contemplating the offer with a touch of cynicality. He really shouldn't be out and about without his mom, and he doesn't really want to be around to meet another new kid when he's already dealing with enough of them at school. Stupid new kids.

" I think I'll-- "

Ah, but before he could decline, a whiff of that delicious pie passed by his nose and he froze in place, entranced by the smell.

" ...Okay maybe I'll stay. Only for the pie though! " Ultimately the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon had won him over.

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There was the smell of baking, and following it would lead you straight to the towering goatmom using a fire-stove. If outside, it's a small little campsite with a tent set up and her over the fire place, otherwise you're seeing her working away inside her open window. either way, she catches sight of you and smiles, and snuffs the flame baking the pie... somehow. She just kind of waved at it and the fire had dispersed. She then turns her attention towards you with a warm smile.

"Hello there dear! Did my baking bring you this way?"

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"Uh..."

Ozzy looked around, uncertainty painted on his face as he met eyes with the tall goat lady at the window.

That wonderful smell of a delectable pastry had caught his attention, and his mom was not one to let him have treats often-- But he was a bit hesitant to ask, for a variety of reasons, like is it okay to ask? What if it makes your teeth fall out like mom said? Is it sanitary??

"Is that a pie?" He finally asked, staring at the delicious dessert she had finished baking. "What flavor is it?"

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"Nuttiness?" He huffed combatively, shooting her a hostile look. "It is not nutty to be sanitary!" Ozzy scoffed, turning his head away from her like he was a dramatic little pouty child. Which he was. "I am being cautious about hygiene!" With a soured expression, he kept defensively looking back between her and the gap they had, making sure she kept her space. So far, it looked like she was... He was still going to be on guard, however.

"Yeah, no, call me Ozzy." He grumbled, shoving his fists into his pockets. "--and I'll call you Stranger Lady because you're a stranger and a lady, no takebacks."

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" You're going to follow me?? " He sputtered, flinching away from her as if she just sneezed in his direction. He so didn't want to let this random arrogant teenager know that he was actually very much lost ! He would never ever admit it ! But then he thought about the idea of being completely alone with no help.. --and that scared him a bit more.

" Well-- Fine! " He scoffed, turning his back towards her. " Just keep your distance! I don't know what you've been touching. " He scorned, waving her off with one of his hands, but keeping his arm close to him so he doesn't accidentally touch her. Perhaps if he just walked around randomly he might find his way and she'd be proven wrong even though she was very much right! Foolproof plan.

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He shielded himself from Ron's pathetic blubbering, snickering uncontrollably this time instead of being revulsed. For once, he wasn't too focused on germs this time!

" Revenge! " He boasted, cackling to himself. Ron's a pretty bad influence on him. " Now I'm the one with the jokes! "

" --Hey, wait, what's that? " He tilted his head, looking behind Ron. He didn't see anything, he was just wondering if Ron was dumb enough to fall for it again.

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Ozzy stared up at him in suspicion, growing more dumbfounded the more Brok spoke. He was really trying to oversell his role here, huh? Ozzy decided, maybe he'll humor him a bit, even though he knows it's very much fake.

" Okay, fine, I'll play along. " He shrugged, " So you're an "alligator" who is a "boxer" in fight pits? Was it illegal ones or.. " He trailed off, gesturing for Brok to continue.

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Ozzy stared up at the huge alligator, puzzled by his detective outfit. Is this some kind of mascot advertisement for something? Some cereal brand, maybe?

" What mascot is this supposed to be? " he asked out loud, clearly not caring about how forward he sounded.

( hi!! hope this is alright! @routinestripes )

 

❝ Kid, — H E L L O, quit talking about me like I'm not even here. I can hear everything you're saying. ❞ Brok was about as disappointed in the little red-headed boy as he could be while not being Ozzy's parent or guardian.

❝ This isn't a mascot costume, I'm sad to say these muscles are the real deal. ❞ Brok flexed his bicep.

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Ozzy flinched a little, taking a small step back from the gator. He doesn't know what he was thinking but apparently he did not expect an answer, or that his words were even being perceived.

-- " Erm.. Sorry. " He muttered. He didn't sound sorry, nor did he care to.

He raised an eyebrow as Brok flexed his bicep, rolling his eyes in response. Ozzy's old enough ( no he's not ) to know when something is fake. That's clearly a costume, who's this stranger trying to fool? He's not a gullible little kid anymore! ( yes he is )

-- " Sure they are. " He scoffed. He's not falling for that one. He can tell what's fake. The tooth fairy and car insurance, for example.

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@routinestripes liked for a starter!

——— " Wow. I didn't know there was a daycare nearby. "

Bae's been slacking off, huh? Little redheaded munchkin must've escaped or something. Ah well. Never mind that this kid is in kindergarten-- he might as well be a freaking toddler to her.

JB crouched down, hands on her laps as she bent her knees. She didn't really care what his deal was or anything; she was just bored enough to bug this random baby.

——— " What's up, pipsqueak? " She grinned lightly, " What, are you lost or something? "

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Ozzy glanced up at this random teenager with a raised eyebrow, scanning the premises around him to clarify that she was indeed talking to him, then looked back up at her with discontent painted on his face.

" I'm not lost! " Ozzy asserted, knowing that she is right and he is indeed very lost. " I'm walking home! " He huffed, standing completely still and not walking.

He took another look around the area, the unfamiliarity of it filling his mind with uncertainty and contorting his expression into a look of undeniable stress and vexation. He looked up at her, wanting to ask where the hell he was, but remembered he didn't like how she talked to him and looked away again. Maybe he should pick a random direction and start walking.. Yeah, that will totally work, right? Right??

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Ron had been laying out the jokes tactfully; that last one was kinda weak for sure, but he was gearing up for the real kicker this time and that was something he was super hype about.

But as Ozzy's expression changed, Ron managed to pause his chortling long enough to notice it and tilt his head in confusion at his best friend's outburst.

——— " What? What's up? "

It didn't take much for Ron to entirely fall for it, turning his whole body to try to catch a glimpse at whatever Ozzy was pointing at. But as he looked around, he realized he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for in the first place.

——— " Huh...? I don't see anything... " He trailed off, confusion palpable.

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As soon as Ron turned around, Ozzy had whipped out a small bottle of hand sanitizer ( the contents replaced with water, of course ) and sprayed it at Ron's face as soon as he inevitably turned back around. He couldn't help it and started uncontrollably snickering the second he launched his attack, trying not to burst into wild laughter at his tiny " joke ".

" Gotcha. " He grinned evilly, clearly satisfied with himself. Ron wasn’t the only one that can pull a joke around here.

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Ozzy kindergarten, it will be pleasure being your opponent. - Harambe the Gorilla, Died 2016, Reborn 2088, Became a Time Traveler 2132

“ …..What? “

“ Uh.. who are you? “