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It’s been a while

Hello everyone, it’s been months since I last posted anything on here. I don’t know if I still want to post anything on tumblr, but I figured I should use the platform I gained a little at least.

I’ve changed a lot and I like to think my writing has improved since creating this blog at 14/15. I’ve included the first chapter of a story I’m writing. I’ve included a link to it, it is available on wattpad.

The Immortal and the Cursed

Who knows if I’ll ever post anything again...college was shit so I’m no longer in school for this semester so I have a lot more free time and plan on working on writing more and hopefully one day publishing my stories.

I hope you all have a good day.

Seattle, 2018

"AND SO, THE WAR of 1812 was significant to America as it helped to..."

I watched as the class remained silent, their lifeless eyes staring at me with hollowed expressions. A sigh escaped me as I ran a hand across my forehead. As per usual, my class was basically dead. This was what my on-level history class looked like. My eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Derrick, a kid who was busy whispering to his friend about something. I was going to relish this moment. "Derrick?"

The kid jumped in his seat before looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. "Yes, Mr. Herwy?"

"Can you answer my question?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Derrick muttered something under his breath as he looked around. "Uh— What was it again, sir?"

A few people snickered, but I quickly cut them off with my hand. "How did the War Of 1812 impact America?"

The boy frowned as he began to think. I watched the gears turn inside his head before he looked up. "It made lots of people die?"

I nodded. "That's one impact. But what I want to know is long term impacts. There's one big one that I think we should really focus on. Think of today's world and think of the people we fought during the war. What changed between then and now?"

Now everyone was thinking. I knew I had mentioned it. I did, didn't I? Honestly, couldn't tell anymore if I had said something or if I had forgotten to mention it entirely. Derrick frowned, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, a voice from the back piped up. "Canada."

Everyone turned their attention to Cera, a young and timid girl. Her voice immediately paled as she saw all the attention. "What was that, Cera?" I asked.

Her face flushed as she looked down at her hands. "Our relation—relationship with Canada changed."

"Thank you, Cera! That is a perfect example!" I shot up from the desk I had been perched on. The entire class jumped at my sudden burst. I didn't care, though. My passion for history overtook everything. "Before the War of 1812, Canada and the US were simply just neighbors. They didn't like one another, especially since Canada was still under the control of England. After the war, the US and Canada made a treaty that is still lasting to today. It is the longest standing peaceful border in the history of the world. We have never fought against Canada since."

I saw a few students scribble down what I said before I changed the slide. "Another very important part of the War of 1812 was—"

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THE SMELL OF RANCID lunch meat made me gag. Thankfully I didn't have to sit in the cafeteria. However, I needed to talk to a teacher that was on duty here. Due to budget cuts, Maryanne had to watch the high schoolers in order to keep things safe.

My eyes scanned a table populated by giggling teenagers. I grimaced. My stomach rolled in physical pain at the sight of the 'meat' and 'food'. It had gotten really bad in my entire existence.

I immediately remembered hunting and killing my food way back in the day. My chest tightened. Maybe I didn't miss those days as much. It was always a fight for survival, one more intense than todays. In today's world I could drive down the street and pull into one of the fast food places for a quick bite to eat. I could stop by any gas station and buy a water or a bag of chips. While it was less healthy than the past, it made things more convenient.

My mind wandered to my old friends. They would've loved this.

Immediately my mood soured. I couldn't indulge in such thoughts. My attention went back to the task at hand. Finding Maryanne to ask her about a lesson plan.

I was tasked with teaching her class during fifth period because she had to help set up the assembly the school was having during sixth. I don't know how she managed a wild group of history students while also being the student council teacher. I was barely able to hold these rug rats at bay in my classes, and yet she taught two different types of kids.

Dividing these students into types made it easier for me to identify the most likely reaction they would have to something. There were the charismatic popular kids, the popular for some reason kids, the average kid who was smart, the average kid with average grades, the failing kid who was smart, the failing kid who was not smart, and late but not least, the delinquents. Of course, there were sub groups as well, but I didn't have time to list all of them in my head.

I had just found Maryanne.

The petite woman looked like the super sweet Hispanic neighbor that those kids in movies always have who shower them with delicious food. Maryanne was that woman. She couldn't bake or cook in general, but otherwise she was really sweet. I towered over her, but most times people couldn't tell the difference between me and a student.

My chest tightened. I would forever look like a teenager. It made going to bars really difficult. It also made it real awkward when a parent came in and asked where Mr. Herwy was. I once had a parent ask me if my dad was out at the moment, and another time one of my student's sister hit on me. Awkward.

"Maryanne! Mrs. Garcia!" I called, waving at her.

The woman looked to me and then smiled. "Lawrence! How can I help you?"

"I need your lesson plans. Where did you put them?" I asked, stopping in front of her.

"I believe they are in the second drawer on my desk. If not, then just know they are learning about the Salem Witch Trials."

I felt my throat dry up. "You're that behind?" I croaked.

Maryanne nodded. "As an AP teacher we go more in depth. That means we spend more time on events."

I tried not to take offense to that. I didn't want to go through and learn how to teach AP kids. Plus, it was way harder to grade them and such. Ick. "Well, it's a good thing colonial America is kind of my thing."

"That's why I wanted you to teach them. I think they'll like you, Lawrence." Maryanne winked at me, a grin spreading on her face. "Oh, by the way, there is a new student too, so just keep a good face on and all that jazz."

I nodded, giving the needy woman a soft smile. "Will do. I will see you later. You owe me!" I called after her as I walked away.

Maryanne laughed as I walked off. My mind then ran off to the task at hand. I had to teach the Salem Witch Trials.

I rubbed my neck, my face darkening. History was my thing, but there were certain events I did not like to talk about. Whenever it was time to talk about be witch trials, I typically briefly talked about them. However, if I were to just gloss over it, Maryanne wouldn't be happy. Something twisted within my gut. I immediately tumbled into the nearest teacher's bathroom. My legs gave out in front of the toilet. It was just in time to as all the contents of my delectable lunch spilled into the bowl. A groan escaped me as I leaned back, pressing my back against the wall.

Dammit.

After making sure I was not going to throw up again, I stood up and made sure to clean any evidence of my episode up. I knew it had to do with thoughts of the trials, but that couldn't be helped. After years of it still haunting me and talking to a few people about it without giving away too many details, it was determined I had PTSD. It wasn't hard to imagine that I did, especially since that was the most horrific time of my life.

My neck ached once more, and I rubbed it as I walked out of the bathroom. The next ask for me was getting a mint because I could taste the vomit in my mouth. My mind immediately went to Miss Robinson, the lady at the front desk. She had a huge bowl of mints and I would need some of them.

By the time I reached the desk and had grabbed a handful of them, lunch was almost over. "Lawrence, did you eat some tuna or something?"

I looked down at the young woman and gave her a dazzling smile. "Yep. I have to teach Maryanne's kids too so I gotta make a good impression."

My stomach rolled hazardously as she laughed. "Good luck. I heard fifth hour is full of the self-centered kids that everyone loves."

I muttered a few obscenities, which only furthered her hysterical state. "Goodbye, Miss Robinson."

"It's Emma, Lawrence!" The young woman said as I walked off, a bright red flushing over her cheeks.

While I was flattered that she was into me, I knew that nothing would come from it. I couldn't afford to hand my heart out to anyone. That would only lead to yet another crack. I don't know how many more I could endure before my heart shattered.

I barely made it to Maryanne's room before the bell that ended B lunch and started fifth hour began. I quickly went to her desk and found the lesson plans. My eyes skimmed the paper before I heard people begin to come into the room. I glanced up and saw students walking in. When they noticed me, they immediately began to whisper amongst themselves. I sighed before continuing to read this paper full of retched memories for me.

By the time the bell that signaled class was starting rang, I had managed to quell any nausea threatening to break way. I looked up at all the students talking. I picked up the roster sheet and then looked down. I adjusted my glasses before clearing my throat. "Okay then."

Everyone looked at me. I saw a girl looking at me with a confused glint in her eyes. She was probably the new kid. "So, I'm Mr., Herwy, one of the other history teachers here. Mary— Mrs. Garcia is busy setting up the assembly for next hour, so I'll be filling in. Let's do roll first, okay? Uh— Marcus Alcantara?"

I watched a boy in the back nod to me as I raised his hand. "Here."

And so, I continued down the list, butchering a few names. It's not my fault I can't read every single name these kids have. I speak five languages and yet none of those names were ones I could speak. It's honestly stupid. People these days were so strange. "Did I get everyone?" I asked after marking down everyone who was absent.

The one girl raised her hand. "And what's your name?"

"Lavern Yeller."

I stiffened at the name but smiled nonetheless. "Are you the new student Mrs. Garcia told me about?"

Lavern nodded, her face flushed red. I chuckled before writing her name down. "Perfect. Who wants to take this to the office?"

After handing it to someone, I began to lesson. "Today we will be talking about the Salem Witch Trials. Who here knows what they were and why they happened?"

Some kid whose name was Kyle raised his hand. I pointed at him as I took a seat on a table near the Smartboard. "So, the Salem Witch Trials was an event in which people were executed for being witches, and they happened because of hysteria or some form of it."

"Yes. There're other theories that perhaps disease and boredom also played a part, as well as a want for power. Other than that, that is basically what happened. A group of 22 people were executed because they were thought of as witches or warlocks. Warlocks being male. Now, Salem was a Puritan colony. Can someone explain a Puritan to me?" I adjusted my glasses again, my stomach churning.

A young girl whose name was Hannah raised her hand. Kyle did as well, but I called on her instead. She gave Kyle a pointed look score looking at me, batting her eyelashes. "The Puritans were a group who came from England because they believed that the church was corrupt, and so they wanted to come to America to make their own, better version."

"Very good, Hannah." Her face flushed red and she winked at me. I kept my face as neutral as possible. She was a teenager, she had to know flirting with me was illegal. "Puritans followed the Bible to a T because they saw it as the exact word of God. They also believed in predestination, so no matter what they did, they were either going to heaven or damned to hell for all eternity. Now, one thing they did think would automatically damn you was becoming a 'Devil's Agent'."

I watched as thy began to write down what I was saying. "They believed that when a person made a deal with Satan, they became a witch or warlock. There were tell-tale signs of them being one too. If they were unable to speak the Lord's Prayer or if they were able to hold a rifle, with their arm extended and their finger in the barrel, they could be a witch or warlock. They also checked for any physical flaws, such as a skin tag. They called them 'witch's tit', and so the person might be sent to the gallows.

"Now, of course, finding proof of actual witchcraft is impossible. However, people would often fake being possessed by demons in the witch's presence or fake symptoms of curses to better sell the witch. The people who started the witch trials are two young girls named Betty Parris, who was only nine, and then her cousin Abigail Williams who was eleven. They talk to a slave named Tituba for advice on their future husbands. After telling their fortune using a West Indian ritual, the girls began to act erratically. They identified Tituba and two other women as witches."

I watched as they continued to write. I took this chance to begin writing down every person executed. My stomach rolled, and a sick feeling began spreading across my spine. As I wrote my name, memories of the rope tightening around my neck flooded through me. I bit my lip, trying to focus on anything but that. If I blacked out now—

"Mr. Herwy, why is your name up there? I mean, your name is Lawrence, right?"

"It's a strange coincidence, isn't it? But no, me and his Lawrence are not the same. He was barely nineteen when he was executed. Hung. Poor kid. Anyways, let me get into some of these people and why they were accused—"

A strange feeling suddenly filled my body. I immediately felt dizzy. The next thing I knew, the ground was rapidly approaching me. I could hear people calling my name as I fell forward. The feeling simply spread, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

As soon as I realized exactly why I had collapsed, my head hit something hard. A desk, I think.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. As everything turned black, I came to the realization of where this horrific event had just taken place.

Salem.

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Broken World (all parts, will be updated)

Chapter 1 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 2 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 3 Part 1 Part 2

Chapter 4 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 5 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Chapter 6 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Just a little rambling and then a few bands I really like and you should totally check out, so expand it if you wanna see them :)

I know this isn’t a normal update, I just have to talk about this with someone.

Music is a vital part of everyday life for me. Everything I do has a backtrack. If I’m not watching a show in my room, I have to have music playing. When I write I have headphones in, blasting music, like right now. To go to sleep and sleep easily I have to play music, ever since I was young I’ve done it. I can’t remember not falling asleep without music playing. Music even helps inspire what I write.

Point is, I love music.

However, I am extremely uncomfortable with sharing my music. My freshman year I was made fun of the type of music I listen to, which has evolved a bit in the 3-4 years since that time, however it hasn’t ventured too far.

When I was eleven my parents gave me a windows phone with no sim card, but it had a music app. They downloaded a bunch of child friendly songs and it was the first time I could control what I listened to. Before I had an old MP3 which was filled with Disney songs, Anamaniacs tunes, and ABBA’s Golden Hits. I can sing all them by heart, dances are a fun time for me. Now, I could look up songs.

My best friend was into the alternative scene as her sister is six years older than us and as such had a more ‘adult’ music sense. She introduced me to the classic bands, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, etc. I loved their music, we’d listen to it on the bus to middle school. However, as time went on, I began expanding my music taste. I got into My Three Days Grace, Shinedown, and other similar bands. Then, Freshman year came.

I remember the moment clear as day. I was working on my photography notebook the week before finals like the dumbass I was am, with Pandora open and listening to one of the many radios. Then, a song came on. It was by a band I hadn’t heard of before. It was called Bad Company, and the band was called Five Finger Death Punch. Now, little fourteen year old me was a little shocked by the name but the song wasn’t unlike anything I’d heard before. I decided I liked that song and favorited it.

A little while later more of their songs began popping up, but they were a little different. Heavier. Angrier. And I loved it. I don’t know what it was about the gruff vocals or pounding drum beats or glorious guitar solos, but I was hooked. I then moved onto Spotify and listened to their albums, headbanging all the way. This was my first experience with Metal, and you better believe I was a fan.

As time went on I explored more bands. Alesana, Asking Alexandria, Crown the Empire, A Day to Remember, Halestorm, Ghost, etc. I tried showing people my favorite bands but they made fun of my music taste, mimicking their screams whenever I looked up. It was disheartening, and I never wanted to share it again. Not until I knew they were okay with it. I had people tell me they were scared of that music, and asked me to never play it in front of them. You can see how that would make me never want to tell anyone about it, right? Well, I kept it to myself, electing to share music with only a few people, one being my friend. She always jokes about how she showed me Fall Out Boy and all them and then lost me along the way.

During Junior year I discovered even more bands, including one of my favorites, Ice Nine Kills. Amazing band, you should definitely check them out, but the advertising comes later. My music taste also diversified a little and I began listening to softer bands, like grandson and The Ghost Club.

Now, to the main show. My recent music taste.

It all began with one Instagram video. A meme video that really isn’t all that funny. I was actually just looking through what I saved and it happened to be in a really small folder, so I clicked it. Here is the exact video

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A post shared by positive memes (@positive_and_negative_memes) on Feb 23, 2019 at 6:14pm PST

So I was interested the song and band and decided to look them up. What I found was simply...amazing.

Okay, here comes the advertising of my favorite bands :)

I. Gloryhammer

The first Power Metal band I discovered and still my favorite. Here’s how Gloryhammer describes themselves:

“And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead…“

That may seem confusing, and it is, but trust me, when I tell you a bit more, it will all make sense.

So Gloryhammer is one of the best bands I have ever heard before. Their concept is absolute gold and is the only of its kind I’ve seen before. Basically, every single one of their songs tells a story of the Land of Fife. The Lead singer (Thomas Winkler) is Prince Angus McFife (the 1st and 13th), keyboard/backing vocals (Christopher Bowes) is the Evil Sorcerer Zargothrax, guitar/backing vocals (Paul Templing) is Sir Proletiues, leader of the warriors of Crail, drums (Ben Turk) is the Ancient Hermit Ralathor, and last but never least is bass/backing vocals (James Cartwright), the Mighty Hootsman!

Each album follows a part in the epic saga, with three in total. The first album tells the story of the original Angus McFife the I whereas the next two follow his ancestor, Anguc McFife XIII. I don't want to give too much spoilers but let's just say that all three are filled with so much creativity and twists that it’s like listening to a movie! I cant even express how if you are looking for something to listen to that has dragons, goblin kings, evil sorcerers, hammers, and space, then this is the band for you!

I am going to put one song by them down because you can only have five and I’m big mad about it.

Gloryhammer - Legends from Beyond the Galactic Terrorvortex

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So yeah, that’s band numero uno!

II. Sabaton

What is there to say about Sabaton that hasn’t already been said...

Unlike Gloryhammer, Sabaton is older, formed in the nineties. Here’s what they say about themselves on their website:

“In the nearly two decades since their launch, Swedish metallers Sabaton have carved out a reputation as one of the hardest working bands in the business – gaining a legion of loyal fans across the globe, delivering eight highly-rated studio albums (including two certified platinum-sellers), and scoring multiple industry award wins and nominations… not to mention launching their own annual festival and cruise.

Combining soaring power riffs with vocalist Joakim Brodén’s instantly-recognisable gruff baritone, the band refuses to be simply slotted into a genre. Fans need only know them as Sabaton: the heavy metal band that sings of real life wars and the people who played a part in them – of gruelling campaigns and dazzling acts of bravery, of magnificent victories and touching personal struggles – true stories more fantastic than any fiction,”

Sabaton is, as they stated, a band dedicated to sharing stories of true battles throughout history. On their website they even have a whole calendar dedicated to historic events, so you can see what happened in history on whatever day you’d like!

As a huge history geek, this band is amazing. I would watch the World War documentary series before I went to bed in middle school because I thought all of that stuff was so interesting. If I didn’t love writing and English as much as I do then I’d go into a career where history was involved. They were actually a part of my Spotify Wrapped this year where I explored 27 of their songs, listened to six of their albums, and spent over 39 hours listening to just them this year.

Unlike what I did before, I am just going to showcase three of my favorite songs by them because they have way too many albums and I’m sad to say I didn’t listen to all of them.

The Lost Battalion - The Last Stand

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Now, onto the third band and a good one too!

III. Powerwolf

I’m not a religious person, I grew up being taught all that stuff but I consider myself to be more agnostic rather than Christian or any of that stuff. But, if there’s one religious thing I don’t mind bumping its the Priests of Metal, Powerwolf! Here's what they have to say about themselves:

“After spilling gallons of blood and fighting tirelessly, after only two albums with Napalm Powerwolf shot straight to the pole position of the official German album charts (and another album made it into the top three!). After selling out venue after venue and thrilling bigger and bigger hordes of fans, the time is right for a new chapter: The Sacrament Of Sin which offers eleven metal psalms forged for all eternity!

Powerwolf entered Fascination Street Studios in Örebrö, Sweden starting in January 2018 to work on their seventh manifesto together with renowned producer Jens Bogren (Opeth, Arch Enemy, Amon Amarth). The result is brimming with the Germans` trademark sound, and yet the band have recorded their boldest and most adventurous album to date! ‘Where the wild wolves have gone‘ even marks the first ballad in Powerwolf history – whereas ‘Nightside of Siberia‘ does the exact opposite and turns out to be one of the heaviest tunes the fivepiece have ever written. ‘Incense And Iron‘ simply MUST be part of every future setlist with its folky nature and anthemic catchiness; and epic single ‘Fire & Forgive‘ brilliantly melts infectious melodies into timeless, heavy shredding. The Sacrament Of Sin overwhelms both with sophisticated songwriting and sheer aggression – and proves once more why Powerwolf are the one and only true high priests of heavy metal!,”

The band is made up of vocalist Karsten Brill as "Attila Dorn", lead guitarist Benjamin Buss as "Matthew Greywolf", bassist/rhythm guitarist David Vogt as "Charles Greywolf", keyboardist Christian Jost as "Falk Maria Schlegel" and drummer Roel van Helden.

They’re really awesome and here’s my favorite song by them.

Army of the Night - Blessed and Possessed

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Now onto the fourth band ;)...

IV. Brothers of Metal

Oh boy, if you thought the bands might’ve mellowed out a little then you are sorely unprepared for this glorious group...

When I was younger I was one of those Percy Jackson kids, but my love for mythology started long before I read one of those books. As I grew older I expanded my knowledge, moving away from Greek and Roman and into Norse and other mythologies. You can imagine my joy when I found Brothers of Metal. They have no Wikipedia or website so here’s what Spotify says about them:

“BROTHERS OF METAL consist of eight powerful Viking warriors that originates from the glorious kingdom of Falun, far up in the north. Falun is a mighty town that lies within the dark iron woods where only true metal warriors reside. BROTHERS OF METAL are known to most as the strongest metal band in the nine realms.

Before time, our eight warriors would travel through the realms and protect the good folk against evil. It was one of those nights that the legacy of metal was born. They came home from some pretty intense giant slaying and felt the common urge for mead and entertainment. The mead was generously flowing from the teats of Heidrun, but the music was really bad. The warriors took what instruments they could find and started playing, thus they wrote their first song Son of Odin, creating a tribute hymn to the strongest god they knew.

The mortals of the kingdom was so impressed with the music that they couldn't get enough, our warriors looked at each other and so a band was formed. Together they swor an oath to keep the flames of true metal burning and to continue to play until the earthlings had worthy entertainment of their own, it's yet to come,”

They haven’t released a ton of music when compared to the bands I listed before them, but they are absolutely amazing! All their music videos make me chuckle and when I watch Q&A’s they’ve posted they feel so down to earth that a person whos probably a decade younger than them if not less/more can relate to them. All their music has to do with Norse Mythology, but here’s my favorite music video yet:

The Mead Song - Prophecy of Ragnarök

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And yeah, that’s it!

I hope you all weren't too bored and I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this. It feels good to talk about my favorite bands. I’d love to put more videos in but Tumblr won’t let you so I guess we’re stuck with only one per band. I planned on doing three each but I guess that’s dead in the water.

Oh well.

If you like any of this music/band honestly just reach out and talk to me, I love chatting about music. I don’t know a ton about the logistics or anything like that but we can share bands or songs or whatever. I sound really lonely which is true but please don’t feel shy.

See you all later!

-Paige

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The Oddities of Humans – Book Chapters in Order

These are all chapters in order. Here is the link to it on Wattpad, where everything is posted already, while here things are still being posted.

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LOG 20

Here’s another post, click here for the list of chapters (aka logs) before this one if you haven’t read this far!

Fredrick sighed as he stood on the docks of the shipping yard. Species and aliens of all kind mulled around him, talking in all sorts of languages. He frowned as he pulled his jacket tighter around him. The hood he wore his his features, and hopefully his race. Humans had only been a part of the USL for twelve years. He didn't want too much attention plastered on himself.

He pushed forward. People shifted around him, both annoyed and willing to let him pass. Fredrick pulled his sleeves up to scratch at his scars. They were bugging him today.

Whenever he got antsy they itched. He didn't like it. It was a constant reminder of a dark time of his life, one he wished to not repeat.

Fredrick muttered a few explicits under his breath as people began to shove him. He quickly pulled his sleeve back down and bowed his head. It took him a while, but he eventually reached his destination.

The museum was small, one that had been founded by a family that lived on the docks. It didn't have much in it, but Fredrick wanted to check it out. While they were docked here, he wished to see the sights. Even if they weren't something that was incredibly interesting, he knew he'd enjoy them.

Fredrick opened the door. He looked around, his ocean blue eyes drinking in everything. There were glass cabinets filled with various different objects. He saw old space masks, rocks, various suits, a few planks of wood, and other stuff. The room was cool and he shivered slightly. It felt just like walking into a museum back on Earth. It was something he enjoyed.

There were hardly any people in the museum, only a few who stood by glass cases. Fredrick could see what looked like a couple, a man and his kid, and then a group of teen looking aliens. Fredrick pulled his hood tighter. He then walked over to one of the display cases.

The owner stood behind a counter, sorting through a series of cards. He was a burly creature, with layers of muscles rippling over his body. He was covered in thick, orange fur and resembled Chewbacca from Star Wars. He didn't have as much fur in the neck region though. He might've actually been a male Grangle. Sil'keen had similar features, except she was a light brown color. Fredrick wouldn't ask him his species, though. Who knows what that could instigate.

Fredrick looked at the display case in front of him. It was pieces of a ship that had been famous. It was called the Rebel Rider. Fredrick swore he recognized the name, but couldn't quite place it at this moment in time. He frowned, rummaging through every corner of his mind trying to find the answer to his question.

"Daddy, what's that?"

Fredrick jumped. He quickly looked to his right and saw the father and kid. The father smiled down at his kid, a tentacle wrapped tightly around him. Fredrick was pretty sure they were K'Lonian, just like Xylion. The father resembled Jenzon, with red scales. However, he had blue skin flaps instead of purple. The kid was a soft blue and had purple skin flaps. The flaps were longer as well. Perhaps a female?

"That is a piece of the Rebel Rider. Captain Tylerion piloted it."

"Really? This is an actual piece of it?" The kid exclaimed, their purple eyes widening.

The father nodded. Fredrick frowned as he looked back at the plates of metal. That's why he recognized it. Xylion's brother's ship. "Hey, Mister?"

Fredrick jumped as he looked down. The kid was looking up at him, their eyes wide. "Yes?" He asked, his face shadowed by his hood.

"Do you know who Captain Tylerion is?"

"Yes, I've heard of him before."

The kid grinned. "He's a famous hero back at my home. I want to be a captain just like him!"

Fredrick smiled. "You'd make a great captain."

The father smiled. "She would, wouldn't she?"

"What do you do, mister?"

Fredrick was about to respond when suddenly the sounds of alarms sounded outside. Fredrick flinched as everyone inside looked around. The owner vaulted over the counter and hurried to the door. He pressed a few buttons on a pad by the door. Beeps filled the room, and suddenly metal plates slid over the windows and the doors swung shut, locking. The owner turned around towards them. "Everyone, get to the back room! There's a threat outside. It'll be safe inside there!"

The owner filed them all inside. Fredrick put a hand on his belt, fingering the gun that was attached to it. Who knew what was wrong outside. Fredrick stepped into the room last, the owner quickly closing the door behind him. He pressed another combination into the pad, and the sound of the door locking was heard.

Everyone who was in the museum was huddled inside. The little girl cling to her father. The couple pressed into a corner, their many arms wrapped around one another. The teens glanced at one another, fear clouding their eyes. Fredrick scratched at his scars again. This was not an ideal situation.

The owner looked at them, clearly distraught. "My apologies. I don't know what's happening outside, but it's enough to call for an emergency shutdown of every shop. We have to wait in here until they issue a message telling us it's safe to come out."

Everyone nodded. They settled down and laid claim to different areas of the small room. Fredrick sat down and bowed his head. He did okay in crisis, thankfully.

"What are we going to do?" The first person asked their romantic partner.

The other shook their head. "I'm not sure."

"We have to wait this out." The owner said, looking towards them.

One of the teens shivered, wrapping their body around one of their friends. "I'm so scared."

Their friend nodded, their two heads bobbing in sync. "I don't know if I can handle this."

Fredrick looked between all of their scared faces. He frowned, looking down. Suddenly, the owner spoke. "Don't worry. I'm sure the USL is working on saving us. I wouldn't be surprised if they're already here."

The little girl nodded, mucus coating her round cheeks. Her father had mucus dripping from his forehead as he held onto her tightly. "The USL will protect us. I believe in them."

Fredrick pulled out his communicator. Perhaps a message had been posted about what was going on. He frowned as he scoured through it. Suddenly, he got a message. Fredrick opened it.

Isaac: Yo, where the hell are you?

Fredrick: I'm at a safe room in a museum at the docks.

Isaac: Damn.

Fredrick: Any idea what's going on?

Isaac: Not really. Me and Quinn are pressed behind crates. There's people wandering around with guns, I think. I heard gunshots.

Fredrick: Shit.

Isaac: I've tried to get in contact with those still aboard the ship, but nothing.

Fredrick: Who's there?

Isaac: Sil'keen, Zellnor, Micheele and Tilorian. Everyone else is out.

Fredrick: What about other USL ships?

Isaac: I don't think any others are out there.

Fredrick: Great, we are going to have to deal with this.

Isaac: 'Least we know combat.

Fredrick: Yes, I guess so. Protect the civilians.

Isaac: Same to you boo.

Fredrick rolled his eyes as he turned off the communicator. He kept it secured in his grip as he eyed everyone else. The little girl stared at him, blinking her three eyes. "Mister?"

"Yes?"

"What's your name?" She whispered. Her father gently squeezed her and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Fredrick." He said, smiling. "Fredrick Matthews."

The girl nodded. "I'm Gracielon."

"It's nice to meet you, Gracielon."

Her father looked at him. "I'm Ulestron."

"Pleasure." Fredrick said, nodding towards him.

One of the couple looked at them. "I'm Olyvorio."

Their partner then spoke. "Instronum."

"I'm Hastrovengle." One of the teens said. It was one who resembled a snake.

"Yxlece." The second teen said. This one looked kind of like a human, but they had a trunk.

"Hey, I'm Pristin." The third teen said. This one had two heads, both of which looked the same. Only one spoke though, so maybe they were similar to Siamese twins.

The owner fidgeted slightly. "I'm Par'keen."

Everyone mumbled their hellos, and then they descended into silence. Fredrick shuffled slightly, trying to get more comfortable. However, he was cut off by the sound of banging outside.

Gunshots.

Gracielon whimpered, pressing her face into her father. Hastrovengle, Yxlece, and Pristin all huddled together, similar to what Olyvorio and Inatronum were doing. Par'keen stood up, and stood by the door. He held a metal bar in his hand that he had taken off the wall. That would do pretty much nothing against a ranged weapon.

Fredrick stood up and walked towards the door. Par'keen looked to him. "Fredrick, I recommend that you stay back."

"Actually, sir, it is you who needs to stay back." Fredrick said as he unzipped his hoodie. He pulled his hood off, and heard a few gasps behind him. He tore it off and then showed Par'keen his USL badge. "I will protect you all. Stay behind me."

Par'keen nodded as he stepped back. Fredrick pulled his gun out of the holster and cocked it. He stepped back enough and then pointed it towards the door.

The sound of footsteps was heard. Fredrick bit his lip and readied himself. His finger brushed the trigger. The door was unlocked, and then it opened.

Fredrick looked up. Standing there was a figure dressed in black with their head wrapped up, hiding their identity. Fredrick quickly aimed his gun as they raised theirs. He shot their thigh, causing them to Yelp in Lin and hit the ground. Fredrick pulled them inside and shut the door. He quickly grabbed his hoodie and tore it, creating strips that he used to tie the fiend up and bandage their wound. They could be used for information.

He quickly pulled out his communicator. Fredrick called Isaac, who answered.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

"I've subdued one of the gunmen."

"Really? That's awesome! Keep him in place so we don't lose him."

"That's the plan." Fredrick said as he pushed the attacker into a corner. Par'keen held onto his gun, and was standing in front of the civilians. Fredrick nodded in thanks to him. "I've gotta go. He's bleeding. I am praying I didn't hit any important veins or something."

"What is he, Fred?"

Fredrick frowned. He reached up towards the wrap. The figure attempted to fight back, but could not. Fredrick gently unwrapped the mask, and then his jaw dropped.

"Shit."

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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

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Nothing is funnier than when Boomers make political cartoons that end up being accidentally hysterical. Case in point

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The Oddities of Humans -- Book Chapters in Order

These are all chapters in order. Here is the link to it on Wattpad, where everything is posted already, while here things are still being posted.

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Hi! Can you put things under a read more please? On mobile it’s hard with multiple long posts in a row.

I’m really sorry about that! I completely forgot to add a read more to the post I’m assuming you’re talking about, so I quickly edited it. I hope it pops up. I try my best to always remember but I sometimes forget, so I’m sorry if it happens again. Thank you for telling me, I hope it’s better now :)

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~somewhere, a ship crash lands, into an ocean of deep blue~

F—“Where—where are we?”

X— “I...I don’t know. It seems...familiar...”

J— “Hey, guys!”

F— “What’s wrong?”

J— “It’s—“

I— “Nothing, it’s alright, he’s okay. He’s not hurt, badly, anyways.”

Q— “He’s bleeding pretty badly!”

I— “But he’s okay.”

Q— “You’re not in his head!”

I— “Well—“

M— “I’m alright.”

J— “Are you sure—?”

M— “Yes.”

X— “Guys...look...”

F— “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”

J— “I...I think so...I remember...I remember this place.”

Q— “This...this is where everything began, right?”

X— “Yes...it is.”

F— “We’re back. Back to the beginning.”

I— “We went traveling to places, trying to make a living there, but we forgot about our roots.”

Q— “We abandoned this place...our home.”

X— “But we are back again. You know what that means, right?”

J— “We can start again, right? Continue our story?”

F— “But what about the other place? We can’t just leave it too.”

X— “We don’t have to. Why can’t we do both?”

J— “Xylion is right. We can tell our stories in both places! We have some catching up to do here, but that’s okay!”

Q— “Well, what’s holding us back? Let’s get started!”

Hey there everyone! I’m back, at least, I hope. I have gotten my life together a bit more since my departure. I have processed some things and feel more confident coming back. I’ m planning on writing more for The Oddities of Humans, but naturally writing is a long process and as a senior in high school my time can be a little limited depending on the level of homework my AP classes throw at me.

Off that little ramble, and onto some explanations and self promotions.

So I went on hiatus (here’s the short of it) because I started talking to someone who was older than me while I was fifteen and they essentially tried to create a romantic relationship so I just left and lost all motive to be on here. I’ve finally gotten over it and moved past that whole ordeal and am ready to post again.

If you haven’t been on my Wattpad account, then you wouldn’t know that this has been updated a little bit since my hiatus on tumblr. I will be posting these chapters on here, once I get a compilation together of the order of them all. If you don’t want to wait for that check out the story here. Once I have all of the chapters that have been posted since put up here I will be updating chapters on both platforms. Wattpad is easiest for story compilations, so if you want to have the easiest way of reading them then I would suggest Wattpad, but if this is your only way of viewing it then here’s good too.

Thank you all for still reading and liking and reblogging my posts. I went through and read a bunch of stuff and it really helped me be inspired to come back onto this website. Thank you all so much and I hope to continue to entertain you all.

Before I sign off, however, here are the humans that I created in the sims. I hope you enjoy them.

I Love you all, have a good morning, afternoon, evening, night, whatever time, whatever day, whatever place!

-Paige E. A. <3

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Experimental Book Chapter— 11/20/19

My eyes were glued shut, no amount of force could pry them open. All I wanted to do was to see again. Of all my senses to strip from me, this was one I could not bear to live with. Sight guided me through the world. I wanted to see. I needed to see. Especially right now.

One sense I was not stolen of was the sense of touch. I could feel the metal chains griping my body, holding me tightly against a rough pole. The splinters pushed through my skin, igniting the pain receptors. It wasn't enough pain to distract me from the burning that coiled around my feet, gingerly rising up to my waist.

I could smell it. All of it. It burned. It made me cough. The smoke. It filled my lungs, stripping me of oxygen. I hacked up some liquid, and my sense of taste immediately ignited, filling my mouth with iron. Another scream ripped through me as my skin sizzled, the fire destroying my limbs. Was I dying? I couldn't tell. I knew what death felt like but it wasn't this—no this, this was life. But why was I alive? Wasn't I dead? Shouldn't I be dead?

There was darkness, my mind clouded, I couldn't see, it hurt to think, to move, to breathe, to exist—! Adrenaline pumping, coursing, and building. Something pushing, clawing, and scratching. It hurt. My insides were being ripped open, destroyed, pulverized. My mind was weak, frazzled, and fried. I couldn't move anymore, the fire hurt so much I wanted to scream, to scream louder than I already was! I thrashed and pulled and cried and growled and yelled and pushed and clawed and bit and—

And I died.

I couldn't move. I couldn't feel. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. I couldn't taste. I couldn't smell. I was dead.

But I didn't feel dead. It felt more like I was waking up. Like something was pulling me upward. Yet my mind was still broken, pieces laying on the ground and I couldn't pick them up. I wasn't good at puzzles. I wasn't going to be able to fit the jagged pieces together again. I watched as they began to fade. Why wasn't I picking them up? Shouldn't I try? Yet I can't because I can't feel. And why can I see them? Wasn't my sense of sight taken from me? I turned my head upward a I saw the soft amber light. Fire. I burned alive. But why? Who did that? But I didn't, that's not how I died. I swear it wasn't yet I couldn't remember. Who killed me? Who was I? What was my name? Was I important? Loved? Forgotten?

I blinked. Sight was back. My mind felt like jelly, the empty spaces rolling around, my vision blurred. I saw figures. Hoods. Cloaks. Dark. Angry eyes. Happy eyes. Smiles. Smirks. Books. Symbols. Fire. Torches. Light. Black. White. Small. Tall. Old. Young. Not old but not young. Alive, maybe. Dead, potentially. Strange lights. Moonlight? Not sun. Maybe starlight? Dead? Alive? Who's to say. I don't know.

Smell. Smoke. Ash. Flesh. Char. Burnt. Crispy. Iron.

Touch. Heat. Pain. Wood. Metal. Liquid. Blood. Flesh.

I couldn't hear. Their lips moved. They smiled, clapping their hands together in prayer. But why? Who were these people? Dark cloaks, dark clothes, strange symbols of red and splattered with blood, smoke, curling, coiling, and mixing, pain building, pushing, screaming—!

My mind was shattered, broken, mush. Like glass being smashed against stone, pieces scattering, imbedded in the soles of feet, blown under a cabinet, swept up by a broom, thrown into a trash can only to be carted away to a dump where it’s buried by tons of debris that rots and rots and rots till there is nothing left, years and years and years later they find the glass shard still intact yet the bottle is long gone and will never be pieced back together, No—!

Pain in my chest. Surging towards my throat. A lump, I’m choking. Burning eyes, burning tears, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. Fuzz. Static. I’m blind again.

No, not blind.

Everything is red. Darkened. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can see. Metal snaps. I’m free. My feet burn against hot coals, pain, pain, pain, pain. Cheering. Clapping. Applauding. I look up.

No, not me.

I’m not in control. Robotic. There’s someone else. There’s someone here. I’m not there. Feet move. I’m lunging. My hand closes around their neck, pain, pain, pain. Screaming. Crying. Running. I am dead.

No, not dead.

Life runs through me. Adrenaline. Emotions move faster. I’m so angry. Enraged even. I’m pissed. My claws tear into a chest, pain, pain. Bloody. Messy. Loud. I am happy.

No, not happy.

They are all dying. Quickly. They are running. I’m so fast. Lightning fast. I’m killing. Heads rolling all over the floor, pain. Dead. Demise. End. I am silent.

No, not silent.

There’s something moving.

My eyes open. I’m floating. It’s cold. It’s wet. A river? No, not a river. A lake. But that thundering— a waterfall! Behind me. Or above? No, both. Behind and above. All at once. I’m laying on my back. Water, crystal clear. Yet red. Crystal clear water running red with blood. Not mine. Theirs. Who’s? I don’t know.

Not together. Lost the pieces. I’m lost. Where am I? Where’s the fire? The cloaks? The blood? I’m not here, or there, or anywhere for that matter. Where is here? Am I here? Are they here? Was there ever any ‘here’?

Rambling, stop it. You’re rambling again.

Who said that? Not I. Not them. They’re dead. But are they? Did I kill them? I don’t recall.

No, I did.

But that wasn’t me. It was him.

Who’s him?

I’ve not had the chance to meet him.

Yet he killed them?

Yes. You can ask him.

Where?

Well certainly not here, mind you.

Then where, good sir?

By him, naturally.

Aye, certainly shall we talk to him now, find out who he was and who he killed.

Men in cloaks of black with hoods pulled far up their faces, symbols of red so twisted and cruel they make the holy men cry, blood splattered along the black, turning the darkness into a criminal, lurking within the shadows makes a sinner out of anyone, though of the contrary it makes a holy man better should he find those sins and repent them to all that is above.

But is there a god?

Yes, you’ve met him. At least, his children.

Have I though? And who are you?

Shattered, broken, glass. Crushed beneath the feet of those cloaked figures. Worshippers of the devil, yes. They claim to be the followers of the savior but who is a true savior but a man chosen by the true creator? Such a man doesn’t exist, else I would know of him. They all would.

Shattered, broken. Disheveled lies the broken, forced upon the streets to beg those more fortunate for scraps to get by. Was I a beggar or an ignorant? Which would I rather be? Someone dumb the the bad of the world or someone all to familiar with misfortune? I would know. They all would.

Shattered. Dreams are an escape from the earthly world, a vision of a better life. Nightmares exist to shock a person back to reality, pull them from the high of ecstasy and tell them what to truly expect. Which would I rather have, know of a world so good yet it doesn’t exist, or experience so much and by at least know it’s real? I would know. They all would.

Am.

Dead.

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Eventually I’ll post a long message on why I don’t post anymore. I just have to write it and actually manage to press the post button.

I’m sorry.

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Isaac Takes the Mic

So this is the first part of the wattpad exclusive content I made, and it’s in the humans POV! I took everyone’s favorite, Isaac, and gave him the reigns for this part! I wonder what wacky things he’ll get into?

Isaac frowned as he unscrewed the panel. He shifted his body into the narrow hole, and turned on a flashlight. He stuck it in his mouth and began tightening one of the mobs that had come loose.

He could hear Grudge tapping a wrench against the ground. It made for good ambience, but was overall annoying. He sighed, shifting a bit more to keep his body from locking.

It's too tight in here.

"Thank you kindly, Browne. You've been a mighty fine help 'round here." Grudge suddenly cut in.

Isaac rolled his eyes before taking the flashlight out of his mouth. "Compliment me all you want later, but right now I gotta focus, otherwise the pipes will burst. We'd be screwed if that were to happen."

Grudge brushed him off with some strange noise, but didn't say anything else. Isaac sighed as he tightened the knob until it moved no more. "Done. Now, pull me out. Slowly, please. We don't want a repeat of what happened last time."

The last time Grudge had helped Isaac out of a narrow place, he ended up miscalculating how much he weighed and checking him across the room. Isaac had to go to the infirmary. It was okay though, he got to have Quinn at his beck and call. He smiled at the memory of her hitting him for making her cool his meals. It was beautiful.

He loved to make her scream.

Any dirty thoughts he had were pushed out of his head when Grudge yanked him out of the narrow tunnel, sending him flying about three feet. He hit the ground. Pain flared up in his rib cage. Isaac wheezed as he sat up. "Warn a guy next time!"

Grudge clicked his tongue. It was his way of laughing, he had discovered. Isaac narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Shut up now. Since I did the fixing and you also threw me, you get to clean up. I'm going to go get some ice and chow."

His friend laughed again, nodding at him. "Alright then, little guy. I'll see you in about an hour or two."

"Make it three." Isaac said as he ran out. Now, he didn't have to hear Grudge tell him no. He had three hours all to himself!

Isaac sighed as he sat in the cafeteria. He had a bag of ice wrapped around his torso. A bruise had already begun to form. At least he wasn't in a cast. He took a bite of his sub sandwich, enjoying the delicious mix of flavors that coated his mouth.

Lovely. Like a mini orgasm in my mouth.

Someone sat down next to Isaac. He glanced to the side and smiled. Sitting there was Quinn. She smiled sweetly at him. "Hey. You have some grease right here." She brushed her thumb across his cheek. When she pulled it back he saw a blob of black coating it. Quinn reached for his napkin.

Isaac quickly grabbed it and stuffed it down the front of his pants. Quinn huffed, looking at him. "Isaac!"

"You're gonna have to get it to use it." He said, a cheeky grin filling his face. There's no way she'd—

Isaac gasped as she shoved her hand down his pants. His body went numb as she grabbed the napkin and pulled it out. "Thank you, Sweetie." Quinn said as she wiped her thumb. "By the way, you're gonna want to take care of that." She looked down. Isaac didn't need her to tell him.

His face flushed, but he quickly shook it away. He leaned towards her, his breath fanning her face. "Why don't you help me, love?"

Quinn's eyes darkened. However, she gently pushed him back. "I'd love to, but I can't. Not today."

"Why not? What's wrong?"

His girlfriend frowned. "Isaac, did you forget—?"

Suddenly, Sil'keen ran in. Her eyes were wide and her hair raised. She looked around before her eyes met Isaac's. She ran towards him. "Mister Browne! Mister Browne!"

"Sil'keen! What is it?"

"You have visitors— a Jacqueline and Leonardo?"

Isaac's face paled. He glanced at Quinn, his food, and then his crotch. "Shit!”

Isaac scampered around his room. He hurriedly threw clothes into the closet— dirty or otherwise. Quinn stood at the doorway, a graceful smirk present on her face. Isaac scowled at her. "The least you can do is help me after that stunt you pulled."

"You shoved the napkin down your pants and challenged me. It's your fault."

"You've left me with blue balls! What will they think of that, huh? This is the first time you're meeting them, do you really want me to tell them about this?"

Quinn chuckled. "I'll tell them you challenged me, and forgot completely that you invited them."

"Jacqueline invited herself wherever she wants to go. You must understand that. Leonardo probably heard she was hijacking the shop and jumped at the chance. Frigging criminals." Isaac muttered as he adjusted his pants yet again.

His girlfriends sighed before walking forward. "Jenny and Fred are walking them over here. They'll be here soon. As much as I want to help you with your situation, I'd prefer they not have the potentiality of walking in on something that is quite personal. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to see that either, right?"

Isaac nodded, jealously filling his body. He grabbed a hold of her arms and pressed a hard kiss against her lips. "Alright, but promise me that later you'll finish what you started."

Quinn nodded, her eyes wide. "Deal."

Isaac pressed one last kiss on the corner of her mouth before continuing his desperate attempts at making their room presentable. As he picked up one of his dirty boxers, the sound of the door opening was heard. His eyes widened as he chucked it into the closet and pressed the button to close it madly. Just as it shut, the door opened.

Fred and Jenny walked in. Jenny laughed at something, and after her walked in a man. He was tall and bulky. Dark hair laid atop his head, with the sides shaved down. He ran a hand through his longer hair, allowing the curls to fall over his forehead. His dark eyes were like voids as they drank in Jenny's appearance. His skin was tan, pretty much the exact same tone as Isaac's. He wore a fitted black tank top and gray jeans. The shirt was tucked neatly under the jeans. His combat boots were laced up, but could easily be unlaced to look even more angsty. Isaac rolled his eyes.

Behind the man was a tall woman. Her dark hair was tied up into a braid that fell down her back. She had natural makeup on, though the eyeshadow and fake lashes looked heavy upon her eyes. Her lips were pursed as she eyed Jenny. Her eyes were a lighter shade, more of a caramel brown. Her skin was also a little lighter in comparison to the man and Isaac's skin tone. She wore a light blue dress that accentuated her curves. A black belt was tied around her waist, making it look trimmer and giving her more of an hourglass figure. Tall pumps made her taller than the man in front of her.

Isaac sighed. Fred looked at him and grinned. "Hey, Isaac! We brought your siblings here."

Jenny nodded. "They're really nice, unlike you."

"Ha ha, very funny, Jennifer."

The red head scowled at him. "Come on then, Freddie." She grabbed the poor blond's arm and yanked him out. Fred managed to say a goodbye as he was pulled into the hallway. The door closed behind them.

The man chuckled before looking at Isaac. "Hello there, brother. You haven't changed. Always chasing away girls, huh?"

Isaac rolled his eyes. "I saw you eyeing her, Leo."

Leo laughed. "Who wouldn't? She's a fine lady, that's for sure. Surprised you haven't tapped that, brother."

The woman rolled her eyes before shoving Leo. "Back off, brother. Leave the poor girl on her own."

"You're only saying that because you want her too, Jackie."

Jacqueline sighed, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. "Who doesn't want that lovely little lady?"

"Fred, Mason, Me, Zellnor, Grudge, Tilorian—"

"Okay, we get it. But we want her, and that's what matters." Leo said, narrowing his eyes at Isaac.

"Whatever."

Quinn walked up. "Care to introduce me, Isaac?"

"Right! This is Quinn."

Jacqueline looked her up and down. A smile graced her face. "Hey there, sweet heart! My name's Jacqueline. I'm this one's older sister!"

Leo pushed in. "Name's Leonardo. You can call me if you ever want to have a good time." He winked. He had the audacity to wink.

Isaac scowled. He opened his mouth to say something when Quinn gently pushed passed him. "My apologies, Leonardo. But, I'm in a committed relationship."

"He doesn't have to know."

Quinn chuckled as she looked him up and down. Then, she met his eyes. She gently pulled him down and pressed her lips to his ears. Leo looked incredibly happy. "In your dreams, asshole."

She pushed him back. Leo's eyes went wide as he registered her words. Jacqueline smirked, clearly pleased with what just transpired. Isaac laughed as he hooked an arm around his girlfriend. "That's how you do it, baby."

Quinn chuckled before pressing a kiss to Isaac's lips. Leo frowned. "So you managed to snag this chick? I didn't know you had it in you, brother."

"To be fair, I snagged him." Quinn joked, pulling him against her. Isaac laughed as he kissed the side of her head. "We have a lot to talk about, it seems."

"That we do, brother. That we do." Jacqueline said, sitting down.

Isaac sat down in the cafeteria as his siblings gobbled down the food Micheele had cooked for them. Isaac sighed contentedly as Quinn held his hand. They typically held hands while they were eating. It just felt right to do it.

He squeezed her hand, which she squeezed right back. They fit together like puzzle pieces, which he loved.

He was cut out of his loving thoughts when Leo began to speak. "So, you're like a repairman aboard here, right?"

"Yes. I fix different parts of the ship that Grudge can't fix."

"Who's Grudge? They sound hot." Jacqueline said, grinning. Isaac had no idea if she was kidding or not.

"Grudge is a Harsivian. They look kind of like Drax mixed with Thanos." Isaac said, taking a bite of his food.

Leo frowned. "Is he purple?"

"No, he's still gray. He just has a longer face. He does have a lot of tattoos though." Isaac said, looking at his brother.

Jacqueline sighed. "Ah well. I was kind of wanting to hook up with an alien. Just imagine it— having sex with a strange creature that seem humanoid but is of another race!"

Quinn chuckled. "I like you, Jacqueline."

"Please, call me Jackie."

"Alright then, Jackie." Quinn said, smiling as she took another bite of her food.

Jacqueline turned back to her brother. "It's not illegal to hook up with an alien, right?"

Isaac shrugged, taking her another bite of his food. "Who knows. First you'd have to find an alien that would even want to hook up with you."

His sister rolled her eyes. "Just point me to this Grudge fellow and I'll see if I like him."

Isaac looked around. As he did so, he noticed Xylion sitting at a table with Jenny. They were talking, and Jenny kept laughing. He then noticed Fred sitting down alone, a phone in hand. He laughed as he talked to someone. It was most likely Justin. He then saw Mason sitting alone, eating his food in silence. At another table was Dattalion, Grudge, and Sil'keen. Grudge was holding up a glass of alcohol from his planet, while Dattalion excitedly told a story. Sil'keen kept laughing at him. Isaac was sure she had a crush on him.

"Over there, the guy with the big glass of alcohol."

"Ooo, sexy. Me like-y."

Isaac rolled his eyes. "If you do hook up with him, make sure he doesn't tell me about it. Or, don't tell me. I'd rather not know that my sister hooked up with my boss."

Jacqueline nodded. "I'll be good, brother dearest."

"Thank you."

Leo sighed. "There's no cute chicks aboard, besides that Jenny. She's busy flirting with that green dude."

Quinn nodded, taking a drink. "They're totally in love. They either won't admit it or don't realize it yet. I can't wait until they finally cross the line and have a hot, steamy make out session."

"We have a bet around here about how long it'll take them to crack. I think it'll be in three months."

"Lion thinks it'll be in one. He's optimistic. Says that Xylion already talks about her, and that he's sure one slip up will have them making babies in no time." Quinn said, laughing.

Isaac frowned. "Dattalion would never say that."

"He didn't use those exact words, I paraphrased."

Leo chuckled. "I can see them together. They'd be cute."

"Do they have a ship name?"

Isaac frowned, shaking his head. "They don't. But, I'm sure someone out there could think of one."

"Out where?" Leo asked, looking around.

"Dunno. I just said that."

Jacqueline shook her head. "You're weird, little brother."

"I try."

Isaac sighed as he stood at the docks. Quinn was next to him, her brown eyes drinking in all the people mulling around them. Leo and Jacqueline stood in front of them, also looking incredibly interested in the docks.

He smiled softly at his siblings. "Even though I didn't want you guys to be here at all, I'm glad you came."

Leo snorted. "Thanks, you're so kind."

Jacqueline narrowed her eyes. "I'll tell you all about the extracurricular activities I experienced if you say anything like that again."

Isaac gulped. He then mock saluted her. "As you say, sista!"

His sister laughed before pressing a sloppy kiss against his cheek. "Love you, little bro. Make sure that you keep Quinn happy and satisfied."

Isaac grimaced while Quinn laughed. Leo pushed Isaac's shoulder. "Don't mess up. I'd be honored to have this chick in the Browne family."

Both of their faces flushed as they glanced at one another. Leo smiled, squeezing his brother's shoulder and pressing a kiss to Quinn's cheek. "Goodbye."

Jacqueline waved. "Adios, mi hermano. I hope to see you later!"

Isaac smiled as his siblings walked down the dock towards their ship home. Quinn hooked an arm around him and pulled him against her. Isaac returned the gesture and they stood there for a few minutes.

"I like your family. They're nice." Quinn said, looking up towards him.

Isaac turned to look down at her. A smile stretched across his face. "You haven't even met my grandma yet. She'd love you."

Quinn chuckled as she pressed his face against his chest. "I love you, Isaac."

"I love you more, Quinn."

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