*POP!*

"Whoa!"

*Drub!*

"Ouch..."

Somewhere in the void, a kid appeared out of thin air. It's Alf. He fell to the floor of a white room.

"Where the hell am I?" 

The room has no furniture.

No windows, no doors, nothing. 

All he can see is the white concrete all around him.

"Hmm..."

He tries to remember what he had done to get here, trying to connect the events happening after he joined the school.

"Mmm... I was with someone in a spaceship, wait, a space battleship. Now that's correct."

He looks around the surroundings and clicks his tongue. No matter how hard he thinks, the room feels like a box based on how empty it is.

"The definition of nothing, great. What kind of philosophical bullcrap am I looking at?"

He commented, irritated by the nonsensical fact about being trapped in the room. He punches the wall, only to get his hand injured. He continues his attempt to escape by stomping the floor as hard as possible, resulting in a null. After a few minutes of trying every possible way to destroy the wall of this room with only his body, he sits down on the floor, groaning in fatigue.

"Aaand... The walls are made of literal tungsten. By 'literal', it's blended with bedrock and barrier fused into one with the tungsten. Amazing."

He reached the back of his head, scratching some itching parts. Then, something hard on his wrist touched his head. He retracts his right arm and finds something he never expected to have again.

"You! I never thought you'd be here with me, Sam."

The watch and the accessories he had since he was pushed over to the portal led to MHA head first. The only thing he had to match the gods of the school barely, S.A.M.

"Glad you're here, my guy."

He said, followed by a question.

"Wait, this isn't the heaven god promised. Am I alive? Was I just, respawned? I thought I'd respawn in the nursery."

This confuses him. The respawn machine(?) was broken. No one knows who destroyed that because everyone was busy preparing for a great war. There are lots of things rising in his mind, requiring answers. The 'Theory Side' of him is intrigued.

"The respawn thing was broken... I never knew what it looked like. Is it a machine? A bunch of codes? Or is it pure magic that revived us all the time?"

The next time he sees Tony for just a millisecond, it will be an interrogation, a 'polite' interview, or maybe both.

It is better to let the boy himself tell his theories and stories.

 

(Alf's POV)

Okay... Maybe I should summarize what just happened. I gotta reconstruct my memories cuz my F- amnesia is kicking in.

So, I joined the W guy, which is an ironic name since half of our troops got wiped out of existence in a matter of seconds while the opposing still had theirs perfectly fine, then... Uhm... I became the ammo source for Envy's Kv- whatever AK-modified gun that is and the KIS uhh... Explosion. Then the war happened, and I stubbed mah toe on the command's desk's leg, created and manned a battleship, and finally executed Charles' greatest plan. ¹https://forum.scribblehub.com/threads/a-thread-for-a-meme.18778/#post-440632

That's quite a quick death...

And with 100% confidence, I was sure I impressed W for a little. But, for god sake, why'd you have to dip to heaven first!?

Oh well, that's a vain death, I believe. Yeah no, that's truly a null of deads on the coalition side. Also, what kind of move did the Spetznas do? Like, how the f did they bunnyhop in a zero gravitational place that is called space?! Where'd they even get the equipment to train that moves?

I know it's stupid to say it now, but I'm sure as hell we could've yoink weapons from games that have literal bullets against gods or eldritch beings. It may not be effective for the eldritch of SHHS, but we could've torn their ships faster that way. And we could've just cut the fabric of reality with Anos's sword or his 'hero' opponent's destiny sword since there's a mod of that somehow in a random game.

I could've told them, but... Since I was treated like a support, I'll play like a support. And that includes ending up being a J-Bomber. Lovely.

So, is this a respawn? If so, why don't I see that freaky nurse? Alr, maybe I should ask myself something else.

Did I win? Wait, did we win? Now that's what I meant to say. Let's see if I can deduce the lore behind all this.

Okay, so, we got the Spetznas pub stomping the hell of Theirl's and Pixy's clones. But then, we somehow managed to push them vodka drinkers back. That's a successful defense. Until... A wild pirate along with a bread-loving duck came to play. I can't believe she dodged a bunch of missiles and shrugs like it's Tuesday on the battlefield. Those duplicated morons, they can't even scratch Ssemouy's ride by a millimeter.

Then Alpha Phi, which is the cool way to call the serial stabber herself Azure Pog.

Suck to see her, along with Seymour. Gosh, I hate them both so much.

 

Grunt's off the way, let's move on to the bosses.

We killed SRB, the school's symbol of communism themself. She- Wait, he- F*ck. Let's call it 'asexual' since the gender of it was undetermined. The asexual protected their family. Good job, that's a vain attempt in my eyes, since they died, but an honorable sacrifice nonetheless.

And then Azure Pog, the mini-boss, cuz I forgor to continue explaining bout her. We dealt significant damage to her, not just fracturing, but completely ripping one of her hands. And even with that, she survives. Well, since the first prioritized threat SRB died first, we focused fire on the Phi, the second being we prohibited from living. Hence why I j-bombed her, she forgot to renew her stab insurance to Tony. 

And then the rest. They... I don't fridging know if they're alive or not. Look, I died first alr? If you ask me how I died, I'll spit the same answer. I was dead before I saw my lifeless glamorous body!

Then, the conclusion. In short, we lost. I mean, 70% of our troops died in a matter of a quarter of an hour.

Goodness... What a skill issue.

Next time, I’m not joining any faction, not anymore. I regret siding with a mysterious man.

 

Alright, rant aside, I gotta see if this room's something bad or not. 

I walk down the straight path, touching the wall along the way. There seems to be no hidden stuff behind the wall. I then trail my fingers off the wall softly. Something invisible nudges the tip of my pinky, it's kind of... Alluring. Not in any suspicious way, but in a way that makes me feel lighter. I stick my forehand onto the wall and feel like a feather, walking with less energy spent than usual. It's nothing extraordinary to jogging, but walking 12% faster using only a percent of energy is not ordinary. 

'What if I go a little fast?'  My thought said. I stomp my feet deep to the ground and start running. 'Ah, I get it now.' Several steps in and I can feel the energy flows into my legs. This... I think I know where this strange phenomenon came from.

It's a trick to accelerate Players' speed, outrunning those who use bicycles. It is called 'Wallhugging'. A glitch that was found in Half-Life 1's GoldSource engine. For the Chad Bunnyhoppers, this was useless, since they could gain the speed of light by only pressing the spacebar the moment they hit the ground. 

I'm no Bunnyhoppers in Half-Life, I can only focus on killing everything that moves, okay? The game said nothing to me clubbing Barney clone number 1, so? Also, this glitch saved me a lot of time in the underground railway part of the game. That place is a damn maze.

Okay, I think I blabbered too much about this. Why am I even explaining this to the nothingness... 

Alright then, time to spend a long time being a trackstar. Hopefully, I can find something other than the wall, the floor, and the ceiling.

 

 

(Third Person POV)

A Hub, Ethereal

In the living room of a private cozy apartment, a teen in a dark blue jacket and a blue beanie sat on the couch.  He was busy with his phone, peacefully reading a Fanfic, a particular Fanfic about a ghost boy living in an abandoned girl's restroom.

'The title said "x reader", but this one's for the fems. Well shucks. At least the ending somehow's satisfying.'

It's no secret for the whole "THC" group that their executives are very quirky.

Even the least weird among them still has weird likings such as doing a ritual to praise an old-white-bearded man before gambling some weapon cases in a very highly competitive shooter game. But, to think that the Main Director favors shota and loli is... quite shocking.

Only a handful of people know about this: the Director's friends, Assistants, and a few external figures.

"I wish I could see Tsukasa right now..."

Right after that statement, the office phone starts to ring. He accepts the incoming call as someone banging on the door.

"Sir, the Chief would like to meet you." His assistant notifies him, to which he replies with a prediction. "Let me guess, the knock on my door is him, right?" "Yes." And the door opens with a loud crash.

*BANG!*

"Oh shoot, that was a little too hard, ouch." The voice of a boy comes in. 

"For god sake..." He swore, frustrated as he put the phone down.
The figure of a little child barges into the room in a static T-Pose, emitting an aura that could scare the hell out of people.
"Cardinal, I have report." "It's 'I have a report' you scum!" The Director shouts, clearly irritated by the misspelling the child had done.

"Hahh... Whatever, let's just finish this quickly. What do you have to report, Hopper?" The child, named Hopper, started with a goofy face, similar to the face Tanjiro did. "Alf's dead."

",,," 

"If he saw your face, he's gonna delete you from existence."

"Not my concern!"

He let out a huff for the unknown times.

 

The child has done lots and lots of things that cause either cutting out power sources to the main building of the facility or tap wiring into every single damn phone in Ethereal just to put a meme.

He has received charge after charge because of those, and the organization had to put him inside a private cell often just to shut him up, preventing him from making trouble. And of course, every single time he was asked why he'd done all that is: "Am bored, so let's do a little of tomfoolery".  

He is unpredictable. But, the only thing Cardinal could predict was the word Hopper would say every time his small amount of trolling erupted into catastrophe as he stared into the chaos he had created: "Ah yes, Geneva Conventions can't chase digital figures."

"Oh my gosh...  You and your yellow clothes and minions." He comments, distressed. The child, with his goofy clothing, only nods in agreement. What is he wearing? You may ask.

He wears a variety of orange colors: the dark ones, the light ones, and the medium ones.
His T-shirt is donned with a 'bit of dark orange' tone, and the soft trouser is applied with the medium ones.

Then, his light orange jacket has two pockets on both sides. The shoes buckled on his feet are colored... Dark gray. There were accessories here and there, but no one wanted to bother with it.

The people of Ethereal only need to remember the signature color on his clothes.

This all for one sole reason mentioned in the THC warning tapes:
"If you see a boy, with the looks of age 16 and wears clothes mostly orange with a yellow scarf around its neck and orange-haired color with the fades of yellow, it is recommended to keep a far distance from it and be aware, as the boy can and will cause problems that might disrupt the entire city's activities or creating a disastrous end-of-the-world event.
If he's angry, feed him chocolate. If he ignores the chocolate, the insurance will cover up any loss your family receives after your untold farewell."

 

Recalling the past things he had brought to the city, Cardinal dismissed him and told him to notify The Technician. "Go meet Jide, and tell him to execute scenario L." "Okie!"
The child rushes outside the office and turns left, gazing at a window at the end of the hallway. "Oh, and don't forget to buy him an Espresso!" Hopper keeps running straight to the window, while Cardinal braces for broken glass resonating through the apartment. And- 

...

...

"Phew, glad we always left that window open till sunset. Alright then, let's continue scrolling."

*Proceeds to swipe the screen for the next 20 minutes reading stupidly long fanfic of TbHK*

(5 Minutes later...)

Hopper walks into the apartment's hallway where Jide lives, a Four-Story Apartment Hallway for precise. He's carrying a bag filled with a soda, a pack of fries, and a drink unrequested by Cardinal and despised by Jide. 

"Jide's room... Where was it last time?" He wonders around his mind as he goes past the door labeled 11. "I think it was after eleven... What was the number, 12? Oh yea!" He figured out where Jide sleep every night. He skips to the front of a door with the number '13'. "He'll love this~!" 

He knocks on the door once, receiving no response. He smears his right hand all over the door as if he wants to lockpick. He knocks the second time, which turns him into a deadpan, aggrieved face.
He puts down the MC'D bag and spawns... A duct tape? How surprising. He usually took out explosives just to wake his friends up after no one answered his knocking.

He cuts the duct tape into four kinds of lengths and sticks them onto four sides of the door. The sides, below, and on top of the door. It seems like he's doing that Percy Jackson trick to open a door. He walks a few steps back, maybe to let the magic work properly. After a moment, the duct ta-

*BOOM!!!*

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...

Apparently, the duct tape he used is the explosive duct tape used to breach by Marines in Black Ops 2.
Of course, why would he use such a thing as being quiet? He is the embodiment of a walking idiot with a button to send all the nuclear off after all, why would he need to sneak up on his enemy?

He picks up the bag and enters the room with a bright yet upset smile, T-Posing, asserting dominance. 

"Jide~ Did you mix a liter of melatonin and antihistamine then drink it and are now high on dru- Oh poop, he's actually high on drow."

In the room sits The Technician on an office chair, made for long-lasting work with zero backache. The look in his eyes is insanity, only insanity, accompanied by loud clacks of the keyboard repeatedly tapped by his fingers.
Hopper was used to seeing him with a tidy look, the only executive in THC who cared about appearance was Jide.

Casual, yet clean.

A green T-shirt with rolled-up long sleeves, tousled green hair gradually darkening from the tips to the ends, black glasses, and a watch. He looks like a nerd on Discord, but he now appears similar to a skinny Discord mod. 

"Bro, you good?" The kid runs to check on his friend's condition. He sees his eyes gazing at the monitor, or maybe into the monitor. 'What is he typing?' Then, Hopper saw the following:

 

 

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

All work and no play

Makes codes

 

 

 

 

And worse, Jide's still going with the typing.

"You awake? Jide, what happened?"

"Thistwathhepenvithtoomuchcode"

"All I heard was a caveman language, ELABORATE. "

Jide then points a finger to a paper on the desk below them. Hovering his hands, Hopper bows down focusing his eyes on the paper. The paper was a plan and a request made by Cardinal. It interests him.

Precisely, the word "Plan-L: 'You got an L' " excites him.

Then comes the features included in the plan, a very long list of features to make as lines of code...
No wonder the Technician got so tired and fuzzy. His eyes trail down to two signatures on the paper. 

"So... They both want you to make this?"

*Nod*

"Hmm..."

Jide's face is filled with hope and a little plea, wanting his energetic friend to side with him. Unfortunately, he forgot about something. His friend is a demolitionist, not a humanist.

"Add nuke. Even better, add an anti-matter."

 

 

Jide live reaction:

 

"Why are you gay?"

"Why are you homo?"

And they proceed to point at each other for 3 minutes. 

 

 

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...

...

 

 

They're still staring... Let's skip a minute or two.

 

 

Jide leans back to his chair and huffs, ending the contest. "Why are you here?" Hopper leaps onto Jide's bed like a starfish barely falls off it.
"Cardinal wants you to execute scenario L," The green-haired boy grabs the phone on his desk and unlocks it. He opens Chrome and begins his reading time, starting with a Manga.

"Gimme a break..." He says, letting the child know how tired he is. Hopper does not give a crap, he dazes at the green-haired boy and points his index, mocking the Technician. "Hypocrite." 

"Hey!" 

"But that's true tho."

"Well, you don't need to speak it out loud, you know?"

"Nyet!"

"Fine!"

Sighing in defeat, Jide puts down his phone and focuses back on his computer, typing some keywords, and running some codes. Curiosity highlighted on the Yellow-Scarf kid, he decided to accompany his programmer fella and floats beside him zen style.

"So, what is the L scenario really?" A question flew,

"A plan which will flip the living hell out of Alf." Along with the answer, throwing the question outside.

"Oohh... Wait, are we using the recent few chaps bout the school?"

"Yup." 

"Can't we just, y'know, type L in the spectator chat?"

"Hopper, quarter circle."

"Oh go f yourself."

 

 

 

 

With a light press on the 'ENTER' button, the plan is now running. 

 

Somewhere in the middle of the Omniverse, a big white cube appears. As quickly as the light, it switches to multiple shapes aggressively. It ends its move, now being a large white cube.

Well, to oversimplify it, the cube brute forces itself to stretch one side to a fixed length. Yes, its inside is now turned into a horrendously long hallway.

 

After the 'transformation', things begin to appear inside the cube; A golden carved dragon statue, several bunches of badges, certificates, records, and a TV. The last thing to pop out of thin air is a letter above the TV, a letter that'll surely piss off those who learn the society's insults meanings.

 

Hopper grabbed a cup of coffee from the bag and laid it beside the keyboard. Jide was quite startled. This entity never buys him anything, he's not the kind of person to share his stuff with people. "How nice~" The kid replies with one word, and he seems to hate it. "Cardinal."
Jide smiles widely, he gives a thumbs up to the kid, mocking him back. 

"You gave me stuff directly at least~"

"Whatever."

Jide rests his back on the chair, smiling before he takes a sip. He does not notice the wide grin the kid is showing, like a devil waiting for its prey to fall on the trap. The coffee cup he ordered wasn't an espresso Cardinal asked him, it was an Americano. Jide prefers the light taste of coffee beans, he always drinks one mug of espresso daily. 

So, the moment his tongue met with the coffee, the bitter taste made him burst the coffee right at Hopper's face.

 

 

 

Gosh, where am I even going? I've been running for some time and I haven't found a single interesting thing other than the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. This is definitely their doing. Only they would do such things to torment me.

Eventually, I reach the end of this long long hallway. There were... Trophies, records, and a TV? Oh gosh, this looks old.
I went to check the trophies up close, I think those are achievements done by certain individuals in the war.

"The most disposed soldier, Theirl. Most solo killstreaks, it's them both, Azure and Seymour, that's their name, right? Can't remember..."

 

I walk pass some other records that shows the amount of stuff done in the war. How much money was burnt, how many soldiers died, and the timeline of the war; The time the alliance goes forth and the time the Family pushes the force back. What a mess.

And then...

 

I see a trophy, shone by a lightbulb of its own. It was confined by a glass cube, making the overall view look better.
Not to mention the luxurious red pillow it was standing on. How gorgeous. Whom achievement does this belong to?

'The one soldier who comes hard: Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon'

 

What the fu-

PWAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!

"Okay..." *Removes a dripping tear* "Moving on."

 

Getting the joke trophy aside, I step forward to the front of the TV. I examine it up close and press the power button. It's not turning on.
I take a look at the back of the TV, to see if there's anything to plug in. There's none, unfortunately. And fortunately, the TV turns on all of a sudden.
Prolly powered by batteries, who knows?

 

So, as the TV turns on, a view of an island appears on the screen. Interesting... But, what's it for?

 

A subtitle then pops on the TV. At first, I thought someone was narrating whateverthishowis. I was right. What I got wrong was the narrator is actually one of the people who'd enrolled me in the school, Jide.

 

"Welcome to our finely tuned show of Murder Island! In this show, we will be casting out some folks to survive on this ordinary-looking island. Don't fret yet! Because there is a catch hiding among the relaxing beaches and calming nature's ambiance. What is it? Oh hoho, THERE ARE IMPOSTERS AMONG THE CASTS!! So, buy a ticket for our luxurious seat in the online world, and feel free to berate them with hateful comments!"

 

That was... I wouldn't say it. I rest a hand on my palm and sigh.

"Oh, you cruel piece of tard. I knew Tony would let you and the others work together with him. I'm not surprised if Hopper was summoned to fight Azure to make contents and capitalize said contents."

 

Jide's voice then shifts to a more mocking tone, as usual. My man, you speak like Cave Johnson. No wonder why Mio kept telling me that you're the next Aperture CEO in Ethereal.

"Starting from this point, this broadcast is no longer a pre-recorded broadcast. It is now a live stream. And yes, that also means I hear all the bad speech about me, the others, bla bla Tony, etc etc. Now, to brief you on the upcoming event we've been working on."

 

An event? Oooh, that sounds interesting. And a briefing? What's that supposed to help me with? I want no spoilers! Oh wait, it seems like Jide knows how my face turned to a disappointed look based on the camera above the TV. He's gonna tell me something else, I believe. It's not gonna be spoilers!

 

"Ever heard of Total Drama?"

I put a hand on my chin, rubbing both edges of my lips. I've seen that name before, was it a tag? Ah yes, I've read one fanfic filled with crossovers of characters across the Universe of The Internet. That means... Ah, crap.

"Let me guess... Murder?"

 

"... I kid you not, you are one slow-brainer that somehow has quite a self-philosophical reasoning. Murder Island is our next project, you moron."

I feel attacked. Oof. So, Tony and these goons will host an event where the students of SHF survive on an island while trying to figure out who's good and who's bad. Understandable. I make some gestures while asking him, trying to detail some stuff from these meaningless pointing-finger poses.

"Chaos'll erupt soon, I can feel it. Then, why are you giving me a briefing?"

 

"Because you are one of the casts."

Yup, I'm leaving. Bye. I kicked the floor as hard as possible, leaping toward the loooooonnnggg hallway. But of course, a bar was summoned out of nowhere right in front of me. No worries though, I stopped myself on time, before lightly touching the bar.

I turn around and stare at the TV with worry. No, It's not bout death. I just want to sit down, listening to calming noises. Please... ;-;

"I am not going there, you psycho!"

"Say the guy who-"

"OOP! SHHT SHHT! I know, now shut up!"

 

The bar slowly expands itself, slowly changing its material to a brick wall, pushing me closer to the TV. It startled me. Once it halted in front of the TV, a gun attached to a stand comes out from the TV. 

"Join or you'll commit die."

"Nuh uh."

In a quick move, the gun was replaced with a mini-monitor, showing a thumbnail of... Oh no...

 

"If you-"

"IchangemymindI'mjoining."

"Cool."

 

And... Just like that, the boy was recruited by his own friend. Without a warning, the boy was teleported to an island, along with several other beings. He knew it was going to be a chaotic experience, but he didn't care about his surroundings. 

What would happen to our little fellow? Check out the next chapter, only in Scribble Hub High School book.

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"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIVE ME MY S.A.M BACK JIDE!!!!"