Mar 1, 2019
Squip? You okay?
Squip: I’m. Fine.
Jordan: No you ain’t.
(Squip turns to see Jordan and David peeking out of the doorway at him. Squip simply scowls and turns away from them)
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Squip? You okay?
Squip: I’m. Fine.
Jordan: No you ain’t.
(Squip turns to see Jordan and David peeking out of the doorway at him. Squip simply scowls and turns away from them)
Hey Squip, i have a special message for you in binary, try to translate it! 01110101 00100000 01110011 01110101 01100011 01101011
Squip: …You’re very rude and I won’t tolerate such insults. >:(
Jordan: What’s it say?
David: Yeah, I wanna know now!
Noble: How the fuck can you even read that??
How does it feel being the dads for a change? X3c
David: If it involves more scenarios that involve embarrassing your kids like this, then sign me the hell up for parenting XD
Jordan: Same here! XD
(Matt takes a few pictures just to remember the occasion while Carl sits on the ground pouting)
Carl: Kill me…
(There’s a poof of smoke and the sextuplets shrink back down to 18 years old, and Carl grows back to his regular age, still in the gorilla onesie)
Noble: Well, it was fun while it lasted…
(5/5 M!A End)
Hey Carl, how does it feel like to be a kid again? XD
Carl: Putting aside my confusion and anger, it feels incredibly bizarre…I’m not used to everything and everyone looking so big…but I’m still very concerened as to why this is happening!
Squip: They’re magical anons, father, as dumb as it sounds.
Carl: Magical what?
Jordan: Basically, they can hijack a blog with some random magical event for however long they or the mod dictate.
Carl: Do we get a say in this??
David: Nope.
Carl: Well that hardly seems fair!
Squip: It’s the internet, Dad, NOTHING is fair.
(1/5)
Oof, here’s dad!
To say Carl was unhappy was an understatement. Then again, no parent liked getting a call that their child was in custody.
Carl took a deep breath, likely to calm himself and looked at David pointedly, “Tell me everything.”
David took a deep breath, “I was out on my date with Sam; we went to this restaurant for lunch and we had a good time.” He ignored Noble’s scoff and Beck’s snort. “We paid and left and when we were walking back, Sam said she forgot her purse, so I went back to grab it. Next thing I know, cops are swarming the place and I’m pinned down on the hood of a car, and now…we’re here.”
Everyone was quiet as they absorbed the story. “Now I just have more questions,” Matt finally piped up.
“Same,” Noble agreed.
“Look, I’m just as confused as you guys, okay?” David said sharply.
“David, police don’t just show up, someone had to have called them,” Squip said. “Someone set you up.”
“Was anyone you knew in that restaurant?” Jordan asked.
“Oh c’mon, it’s obvious who did it,” Beck said.
“Just giving her a little benefit of a doubt, Beck,” Jordan said.
“Oh my god,” David exclaimed. “You seriously still think Sam had something to do with this?!”
“We don’t think, we know,” Noble said. “Not entirely, but the chick is straight up psycho!”
David laughed, “Oh my god, you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” He accused. “You were just lying in wait for something bad to happen so you could finally blame her for something, I can’t believe you guys…”
“David, if there was no one else who could have done it, who else could it be?” Jordan demanded.
“Maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!” David shot back.
“…Tell me, David; has Sam been by to see you since you were brought here?” Squip asked slowly.
“Well…no, but that’s probably because she doesn’t know,” David said.
“If she was expecting you to come back with her purse and you never returned, wouldn’t she worry?” Squip went on.
“Well they took my phone so she couldn’t exactly call me,” David defended.
“If she was nearby she would have heard the sirens and seen you get arrested; why isn’t she here now to set the record straight?” Squip kept pressing. “She should’ve been the first one here to see you to give you an alibi and she’s not here at all. Explain that.”
“Don’t go all Sherlock Holmes on me!” David yelled.
“Answer the question, David,” Jordan said, crossing his arms.
“I don’t fucking know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you just to give you an excuse to witch hunt my girlfriend!”
“Oh my GOD!” Noble threw up his hands. “What kind of fucking hocus pocus did she put you under?!”
“What kind of rock have you been under to make you think all this stuff about Sam?!” David shot back.
“David, someone framed you!” Matt protested. “We’re just trying to help!”
“Yeah, and you’re doing a great fucking job!”
“ALRIGHT!! That’s enough!” Carl finally raised his voice. “If David didn’t do anything, then that’s all that matters right now; as far as I was told, nothing was taken, so we thankfully won’t have to go to court for this.” He looked at David. “I’ll take care of your bail; we can discuss this at home later.”
Carl headed out of the room, “And David, you’re grounded for two weeks.”
David gave a resigned sigh; that was fair. Even though getting arrested was probably punishment enough. He was never going to hear the end of this…
Go bail your brother out!!
The five brothers drove to the police station as fast as legally possible. “Should we call Dad?” Matt asked.
“Pointless; the police likely called him before or after calling us,” Squip said. “He’ll either meet us there or vice versa.”
They pulled into the police station and hurried inside. Jordan got them past the front desk and one of the officer showed them to the holding room. David was sitting inside, handcuffed to the table and he perked up when his brothers entered.
“Guys-”
Jordan held up a hand, cutting him off, he and Squip having a dangerous glare on their faces. “What. The fuck. Happened?”
“I don’t fucking know!” David exclaimed. “Sam and I were just leaving from our date and-”
“I fucking knew it!” Noble exclaimed. “I bet she had something to do with this!”
“What?!” David looked dumbfounded. “That’s impossible, she wasn’t even there!”
“Oh, she left that quickly, huh?” Noble sniped.
“Yeah, she did!” David shot back.
“Okay, Noble, leave the intense questioning to the cops,” Squip said, holding his shoulder. He then shot David a look. “But trust me, once Dad gets here, you better tell us everything from the beginning.”
David rolled his eyes, “Fine, but I didn’t do it, and Sam didn’t either.”
Beck scoffed, “I can’t wait to hear you explain that.”
“I didn’t do it!” David protested.
“What did you even do?” Matt asked. “That you…didn’t…do,” He tacked on after David shot him a glare.
David sighed, “I don’t know, something…about something that was stolen, money or something.”
“Oooooh yeah, I can’t wait to hear this story,” Beck said gleefully.
“You better not write a fucking song about this or I will skin you,” David growled.
“Try and stop me,” Beck stuck out his tongue.
“Boys, chill out,” Jordan sighed.
At that moment, the door opened again, and a less than pleased Carl entered the room.
David shrunk under his angry glare, “…Hey, Dad…”
Ask Box Open!!
The sextuplets are ready to answer your questions!
Quick reminder, this is a TEXT BASED blog. All basic answers will be in script format and almost all events and flashbacks will be in story form with asks possibly influencing the route the story takes. (I have no clue what this will mean for MA’s but I guess we’ll find out! ;) )
Six teenaged sextuplets living under one roof with a single dad? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Follow the six brothers as they navigate their way through their lives and the struggles that come with having six brothers who interact with the world in their own special way.
Cast of characters; From oldest to youngest:
Carl Denham Morris: Single father, actor, aspiring director
Jordan Ellis Morris: Gem/mineral lover, wannabe country guy
Samuel Quentin Iosep “Squip” Morris: Technological genius, chaotic evil
David Thomas Morris: Aspiring chef, resident pacifist
Noble Santiago Morris: Party dude, bad decision record holder
Beckett “Beck” Trigorin Morris: Aspiring musician/songwriter/composer, etc.
Matthew Conner Morris: Shy scared boi, tries his hardest
You think your bros are gonna like Jeremy?
(Squip’s eyes widen as if he’s just remembering something)
Jeremy: Something wrong?
Squip: Possibly.
(Squip takes out his cellphone which is flooded with texts and missed calls from his brothers)
Squip: Before you found me in that…panicked state, I had run off from home without telling my brothers where I was going. I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to inform them of where I was.
(Squip sighs and looks at his phone)
Squip: This should be fun. It seems you’re going to meet my brothers sooner than later. *he dials David’s number* David? *winces as multiple voices can be heard over the line* Yes, I’m fine. Yes. Yes. No. *rolls eyes* Yes, David, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
(Jeremy can’t help but snort, causing Squip to shoot him a glare)
Squip: I’m at the mall, at Pinkberry, with- *he stops and looks at Jeremy* I’m with…a friend.
(Jeremy blinks and blushes lightly)
Squip: I don’t make things up, David, you know me better than that. If that makes you feel better. Alright. Fine. Bye. *he hangs up*
Jeremy: Sounds like they were worried about you.
Squip: It’s only natural when a family member runs off without warning.
Jeremy: *plays with his yogurt with his spoon* …Did you mean that?
Squip: Mean what?
Jeremy: Are we…friends?
(Squip’s eyes start and seem to glimmer with conflicting emotions and feelings that he’s not used to feeling)
Squip: I did. …Is that alright with you?
Jeremy: Uh…yeah…yeah it is. *he looks at Squip* I think being friends would be…kinda cool.
(A smile pulls at Squip’s face)
Squip: …Perhaps it will be…