Me, Sometimes, Out Of Nowhere, At No Specific Time And For No Specific Reason.

???: *nods trying to be brave*

ok.... but if she's the teacher then who are you...

um, i’m........the..........janitor. you can call me zooble.

(Not their best improv but whatever. They offer them a hand, wishing they were made of something a bit more comforting than cold, hard plastic.)

Buddy: *stumbles to door to open it as best they could, peaking through the small opening they made, face red from crying*

hey. are you doing ok?

Kinger: Oh well i can help

*throws a shotgun at Zooble's head, all it does is make them drop Jax*

See ya!

uh. thanks. i guess.

Caine: Sorry, Bubble needed a new chew toy.

can’t you make a new one or something?

there werent any of these that expressed a specific emotion i needed so i had to make it

Caine: *pops in and notices how dark things got*

Wow such a contrast, any luck stopping yet?

no. hey any idea what the (🎉) this is

Bubble: *floats by Caine*

Hehehehe, what a baby.

bubble. don’t say that

:(

Jax told me to say this and I don't know what it means

Ahem

The Game.

Caine: *poofs in*

WHO IS MESSING WITH MY CODE?! MARCHING PRACTICE ISN'T UNTIL NEXT WEEK AND IT'S NOT JUST FOR YOU!

*dries up the digital lake, he cannot stop the marching but can do the next best thing*

(They’ve. Had enough. This is them right now except the lake is empty.)

Kinger: *waves to Zooble unaware that anything's different*

HI ZOOBLE! HI JAX!

What's cookin?

well, i’m being possessed by some sort of thing that took caine to god knows where and made me hurt gangle and kidnap jax.