"Welcome one and all to the show you have been dying to see! Pause for dramatic effect. The new planet!"
With this otherworldly moron, Fol was forced to work with, the little monster couldn't help but facepalm. A few moments ago, Fol and Goju were assigned to a planet of blue, white, and green marblesqe colors. The producers said this could be their big break and yet…well….
Let's just face it- they were lost. Absolutely lost.
Fol was irritated by his decision to trust the dufus in front of him and even more frustrated when said dufus decided to record, live he might add, the wrong planet! It was not even the right colors. This planet was colored a series of reddish browns and whites.
Fol grabbed the pesky demon dressed like a ghost and took the phone. Faking a smile, he took over the session. "Silly Goju! Are you really going to show this planet as one in the reports?" He gave the thing next to him a look saying, 'This is the wrong planet moron, and you even went live!'
Not wanting to anger the triangular rose demon even more, Goju laughed awkwardly. "Well, I wanted to do it a bit differently."
"Oh? And what would that be Ju?"
Goju shuddered, they had just met less than an earth day ago, but he knew. He knew never to do this again. "Well, I was hopping that since this district was at first said to not be inhabited and has pretty scenery, that we could take the dear fans along for the ride. What do you think dear ones?" The last part was directed towards the curious watchers.
Fol barely managed to hold in a scoff. He guessed this idiot was at least good at hiding the fact he was an idiot. And yes, Fol already branded him this name and wouldn't change it. He was stubborn like that.
The hearts rose along with the viewers. Only when Goju mentioned to Fol that they may just be able to make a new viewer record did he finally lighten up a bit. The thought of it was addicting. All the benefits the producers would give. However, it was not as easy as it sounded. Fol's face darkened at that.
Goju nudged Fol. "Come on, let's get started, shall we? Let's see, this way, right?" He pointed to a seemingly random direction.
Fol couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes this time. He took Goju by the hand and with the transparent, holographic recorder in the other he followed the map given on his watch-like thing. It took a total of an hour and along the way Goju entertained the spectators while trying to make Fol happy, or at least not have a black face. An hour was a long time considering the technology space demon's had. To put in perspective, normal earth day of travel would be a few seconds for them.
When Cora, the intergalaxy AI, told him that they were finally in the right district, Fol just about cried! Finally! Fol promised not to trust his directionally challenged comrade again with, well, a lot of things. Thinking about it, Fol couldn't think of anything he would trust Goju with besides making the fans happy.
If the person in target where to hear this, he just might cry. To think his junior thought so highly of him! One thing one must understand to get along with the little ghost was Goju was very optimistic. Also, Orion put its viewers as top priority, so it wasn't exactly an insult. And if Fol knew that his thought would be a compliment towards the one he labeled a moron, he would rather cough blood for a full day! Yes, this duo was chaotic.
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What are morals? What defines good from evil? Is immortality really worth being sought after? Does mortality really bring weakness? Is going against fate actually going towards it?
These were the thoughts an overly bored student in class. This student was odd to say the least. He had an IQ of 230 yet put into a school of hormonal raging teens he wanted nothing to do with. It truly was an eyesore for not just him but a few others as well. This school takes in underachievers and deranged teens, so why was he here?
Simple: If he doesn't put up the 'extremely dumb boy who doesn't talk yet extremely nice' act, then he would be absolutely bored.
The only thing he cared about was finding excitement. 'This world was so presumptuous. Living with so many rules to produce 'good' citizens. What was good? It was a façade, an idea given to sheep.
So boring!
And the worst part? They use it against you! 'Oh, you won't buy this for me? So mean. Oh, you are helping me take in the groceries. What a good child' It made him want to puke. So hypocritic.' His thoughts started to descend into a rant.
'And immortality! Seriously! Were they dumb, stupid, or dumb and stupid?! What is with that question, if you were immortal what would you do? Die all the ways of course! Also, why is mortality even considered a weakness? You could totally use it: "If you kill me, you will never get the thing." Also, it gave people a reason to live! They won't live forever so why not make the most of it? Okay, most people don't do that but still! Ugh. Also, why am I having thoughts about fate? It is just threads of string pulled by a puppet master. Oh right, I need to go to Aunty's house today to say hi. Really, why is Ryan still wanting to be my friend? He must know by now he is the most annoying dirt stain on the planet. Is he that dense or am I that great of an actor?'
This goes on for what seemed like forever. You know what getting lost in mind rants can be- so very time consuming.
As this was going on, the class rep had his own thoughts. He was calling out name by name to give them back their finals. 'Why do these people even try? It's so boring anyway.' He glanced at the boy with two very distinct colors in both eyes- purple and green. 'He's at it again.' Even though Takahoshi was apathetic for the most part and had facial perilous, Callahan could see right through him. His eyes were truly the window to his thoughts. He wasn't sure if it was just him who could read him or everyone, but it did brighten his day a little. 'He is so weird. But then again, who am I to judge acting like a fu*king sweet bun? Oh right, the papers.'
Unconsciously he stopped calling names and most of the students (mostly girls) were getting worried.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Don't worry rep, you can tell me."
"Or me."
"No, me!"
A chorus of stupidity- as described by Callahan- rang out of his fans arguing. 'Should I tell them they are all sh*t ready to be burned and hopefully that fire would be hells fire? Or should I tell them to shut the fu*k up, so I don't loose my mind?' He mused. However, this would be contradictory to his lovely visage he so desperately built up, so he did something he hated most- be fake. "Calm down lovely's, I'm alright, just this score went up so exponentially I couldn't help but be stunned." A hypocrite, he knew. But if he wasn't then how would he do what he loved most?
"Mango you're next~" He singsonged. internally his thoughts skyrocketed. 'How could they name their son Mango! Did they want someone to eat him? Well, that may be a bit hard seeing as I only know one cannable out of so many wannabe's. He also doesn't have any mango characteristics! He looks more like a banana if anything being all tall and lanky like that. Along with that yellow- not blond- yellow hair! Why the fu*k would he ha- "
Cutting him off Mango, with a timid voice, asked, "Si-sir?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, here you go Mango. Good job!" He patted the bananas hair and gave him his paper. It had a score of 80 which would be a 40 in normal schools. Callahan wasn't lying, he did score 30 points higher! Undermining his gentle, brotherly visage, his mind was laughing maniacally. 'You know what? Fu*k you you sh*tty banana. Fu*k you and your backwards aesthetics. But seriously, why a fu*king fruit?!' He looked up at the target to see a flush. 'Cr*p, another one has been born.' He smoothy took his hand off the creature and looked at the class only to see 75% have faces red in anger and the other 25% either rolling their eyes or not caring the slightest- including Takahoshi. 'That's what you get throwing out aesthetics like that.' His eyes gleamed a little with mirth.
Boom, crash, rumble