forum Youtube Academy (WARNING: Gore and swearing!!!)

Started December 01, 2018 by @Chameleon the Slytherpuff and Slitherpuff

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Sam shrugged. "Maybe they didn't know your names so they just refereed to you as your parents." She pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm adopted so I really don't look like him. Which is why it's weird that I have sides too…" He signed, mostly to himself.

Sam stared at Rykar. "I need to get a book on sign language." She mumbled to herself. She could get bits and pieces but not enough to under stand him.

"Then your real parents must have had sides…" Margot decides, "But they still called you Thomas, and the fact you are adopted makes it even weirder."

"They didn't but okay, anyhow! Yes it is quite strange that we would be mixed up…."

"What? How is that possible? It isn't…I know it's not! Having sides is a genetic condition, I would know! My dad works for YouTube herself, and I've BeEn ReAdInG uP On THIs scieNCE I WAs FiVe! It'S nOt POSSIblE!" Margot started hyperventilating as her darkness tried to make yet another appearance.

Ryder summoned a side, knowing she wouldn't look at his hands enough for him to sign. "Okay, I'm Creativity. I'm going to hum a bit and you are going to listen, kay?" The glasses wearing side said, patting her on the shoulder.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Sam said as she grabbed onto Margot's shoulders. "Margot! It's okay! Calm down!" Sam said in an effort to calm her down. "Look at me!"

"It'S NOt PosSIBlE!!!" Margot screams.

"Okay, this is where I feel the need to step in." Ryder's Logic intergected. "Ryder's sides, well, we were created from trauma in the aftermath of the event that injured Ryder's vocal cords. Everyone has sides, or egos in some case, deep in their mind and that is where they stay unless you have dominant ones. In which case those make an appearance in your childhood. We, for Ryder, were like the ones deep in his mind, but when the event happened… Ryder needed us to help make decisions for him as he was unable to."

"No, that's not how it works, I've read up on it since I was five…" Margot whimpers.

"It is how it works for some people. In that some people, there's Ryder." Said Ryder's Emotions in all his edgy glory. "Also, sup. I'm Ryder's emotions." He drawled, making a peace sign with his fingers.

"That's impossible…"
"It's starting again." One of the hooded figures stared at the screen displaying the three teenagers, "Just like we planned."
"Have they been pushed?" Another asks, "This must go right this time."
"No, no. They're acting of their own accord." The first reassures the second, "There will be no interference this time."
"So we will get what we need this generation?" A third asks. The first smiles.
"Yes."

I wanna have Logic, being the huge nerd he is, turn around and be like… "Someone is fucking watching us, I bet it's like in the movies!"///

He can't see them, but you know that feeling of being watched? I have a hypothesis that he feels that becuase he's logic.//

I forgot about my baby Paranoia!//

"Ex-excuse me, s-someone's watching us…" Paranoia muttered, the smallest side was sitting down behind them all, basically buried in his sweatshirt.

"What? No, no one's watching us, everyone else left."

"T-The cameras…" Paranoia trailed off, not wanting to be yelled at.

Sam's eyes darted to the camera. "Somethings not right." She muttered. "I can feel it." She could feel her hair standing up on end. "We need to leave." Sam said standing up. She offered a hand to Rykar and Margot.

Rykar… It's Ryder darlin'//

"Okay…" Margot stands up and shakes the dirt off her clothing, her Septiceye close to her.
"They're leaving."
"Perhaps we can give them a slight nudge." Another mused.
"Let's see their direction first. If this is all going correctly, they'll go in the right direction."

Sam thought. "We should either go to my dads room or the nurse." Sam said. "Either way we can calm Margot down." She explained.

Margot looked down at her hands, black mist still floating around them. "Yeah…" She mumbles, "In my backpack, there's a syringe. Grab it please."

Sam nodded. "Is your backpack in the classroom or in your locker?" Sam asked as she helped Margot out of the classroom.

"Classroom." Margot mumbles, like she had to remind herself.

Sam walked into the classroom. She gave her dad a look that told him what was going on. She set Margot down in a desk and went to grab her backpack.
(Sorry I had speech! Good news though! We're going to State!)

"I'm so weak…" Margot mutters pitifully as she takes the syringe out and walks into the hall to inject herself so her classmates wouldn't see.