"Wub" Me Like You Do

by Ragga Muffin

First published 7th of September, 2015

Treble Mix transfers to Canterlot High and finds "Wub" for a certain rebellious DJ. Will he ever win her heart with his obnoxious and witty personality?

Never underestimate the stupidity of idiots!

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Having to move to Canterlot because of something his dad committed, Treble Mix has to start over with his highschool life in Canterlot High. With his crazy, obnoxious, deranged and loud mouthed personality, he quickly makes a name in the school as a nuisance.

However, aside from having such a bombastic personality, he begins to have a soft spot for a certain girl: Vinyl Scratch, Canterlot High's resident DJ with a rebellious attitude. With his new found love, Treble tries to get "Vinyl-Senpai" to notice him and share his love with her. The question is, can Vinyl handle his non-stop talking and excessive 4th wall breaking?

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Cover Art made by Snow_Bullet
Proofread by Jarvy Jared

Inspired by the stories of these guys, who also brought this wonderful shared universe come to life:

BlueSun52, Zeroxdoom, BRyeMC, CogWing, Azure_Shadow, KillerRobotQuote, AC Punk and Fennyo.

Prologue - The Name is Treble

On a lovely day in the human world, specifically the town of Canterlot, Treble happily moonwalked towards the school ,listening to music through his headphones.

He had spiky black hair that was exaggeratedly styled to look like it was from an anime, white skin, and blue eyes that was covered by a pair of sunglasses. Along with his headphones and sunglasses, he wore a blue, unbuttoned, checkeredpolo shirt, a white undershirt that had a treble clef symbol on the middle, skinny, black pants, and red Jordan shoes.

“You forgot to put in ‘handsome’ and ‘dashing’, Mister Author!” Treble said with a smirk.

Treble wasn’t the usually boy that you meet in a typical highschool setting. The people around him considered him crazy, insane, deranged and unhinged due to his unpredictable and out of this world behavior. Some would find it annoying, some would find it funny and amusing, and some would just stay quiet and not question it.

“You know, I’d still prefer it if you said ‘dashing’ instead of ‘crazy’ or whatever kind of big words you just said above,” he continued.

“Shush, the Author is trying to properly introduce us,” a deep smooth voice said.

“Oooohh, right, the cliché part of every first chapter of a story!”

Not only was he mad as the Hatter, he also had a voice inside his head that would occasionally pop in to give him advice or insult him. No one knew for sure if there really was one or it was just his imagination.

“Great, are we done with the introductions?”

Yes. You may continue.

Treble stopped walking backwards and faced forward. From this distance, he could already see the school of Canterlot High and a few students going inside the building. As he got closer, he saw the Wondercolt statue and a few particular girls standing near it.

Treble let out a sigh and frowned as he looked at the school. He then took off his headphones.

“Man, why did we have to move here? And it’s my last year in high school!” Treble exclaimed. “I was doing so well back in Manehattan!”

“I mean, your father blew up that building next to your apartment,” the voice said to him.

“He was just testing his new explosive equipment.”

“INSIDE your apartment,” the voice continued.“And your mother wanted to get away from the crazy stalkers and paparazzi that’s been chasing her.”

Unknown to Treble, it looked like he was talking to himself. The students around him began to think he was a weirdo.

All of a sudden, the school bell began to rang, prompting every student to get to class. The whole front yard was soon deserted, leaving only Treble alone. He rubbed his neck and shrugged, and soon he began to walk towards the school as well.

“Well, time to make a perfect f*cking first impression!” Treble exclaimed.

Before he could enter the school, Treble heard murmuring nearby. He became curious by this and started looking for what it was. He soon found himself at the side of the school, where he saw a girl and a boy facing each other, with the latter having an uneasy look. Treble hit himself in a corner and spied on them.

The girl had long, aqua hair with dark blue streaks and wore a dark crimson jacket with the sleeves rolled up and a pink skirt. The boy on the other hand was not important since he was just a random student.

“Looks like a confession,” Treble whispered as he drank a can of soda that he mysteriously pulled out of nowhere.

“I like you, please go out with me!” the boy said.

Treble grinned. I knew it!

“Sorry, but I already like someone else,” the girl said.

Treble spat out his drink and looked in shock. He revealed himself and slowly walked towards the two.

“YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART!” Treble cried in sadness.

“What the?! Who are you and what are you doing here?!” the girl said. Treble ignored her as he walked towards the boy.

The boy had tears flowing out of his eyes, and so did Treble. The latter placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and tried to comfort him.

“You worked up every fiber of courage you could, didn’t you?” Treble cried in sadness.

“Y-Yes…” The boy replied in sadness.

“S-Since when have you liked her?”

“F-F-For a year now…”

“D-D-Did you want to fondle those boobs?!”

“Yes, I did!”

“LET HIM FONDLE THY HOOTERS!” Treble exclaimed to the girl as he walked towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“WHY SHOULD I?!” the girl exclaimed.

“Think about it! What would you do if the person you liked rejected you?!”

The girl became dumbfounded upon hearing Treble’s statement. With the realization, she quickly imagined how her confession would go if she did it with the one she liked.

“And what if that person liked me instead?!” Treble continued.

The girl let out a loud shriek and dropped to her knees. Her whole mind went black as she knelt dumbfounded on the ground.

“Th-That would be painful!” the girl cried.

“Then what do you wish to happen?” Treble asked while kneeling in front of her.

“At least… At the very least, a memory,” she whimpered while wiping the tears out of her eyes, “A kiss from Warhawk that I will remember forever.”

Treble let out a warm smile and placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder once more.

“Now you understand,” he said warmly. “Now, let him fondle your boobs.”

“That’s his memory?!” The girl asked in confusion, referring to the boy that confessed to her, “B-But a kiss and a fondle are far too different!”

“YOU FOOL!” Treble exclaimed back. “Women seek kisses as memories, and men seek boobs!”

The girl was once again stunned by this.

“If you truly understand the pain of heartbreak without even a memory, then break the chain of sorrow with your massive rack!” Treble continued.“Just one feel! Just one feel is enough!”

Moved by Treble’s words, the girl mustered all of her energy. Thinking that what she was about to do was right; she stood up and took a deep breath before facing to where the boy was.

“FINE! BRING IT ON!” the girl shouted.

“THAT’S A GOOD GIRL! NOW COME, BOY!” Treble shouted as well.

While the insanity was happening, he’d already disappeared. The two found themselves dumbfounded with the current situation, both thinking he had left due to the despair he felt from rejection.

“Well this is awkward.” The girl chuckled.

“Do you get confessions often? You seem like you’re used to them,” Treble asked.

“Well, I mean I’ve gotten plenty of confessions since me and my sisters were vanished here from Equestria,” the girl answered, “From men from the nineties and men tod- Wait, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“Oh right! You must be one of those Sirens that can mind control people!” Treble pointed out.

The girl gasped in shock.“How’d you know?!”she exclaimed.

“I’ve read the back part of the Rainbow Rocks DVD,” Treble explained.“Oh, how rude of me.I haven’t even introduced myself! The name is Treble Mix, I’m a transferee here.”

“Huh, no wonder I didn’t recognize you,” the girl pointed out. “My name is Sonata Dusk, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too!” Treble smiled. “Say, shouldn’t you be in class? The bell just rang, you know.”

“Nah, I’m just going to skip the first period since I’m already late,” Sonata said in a carefree manner. “So what brings you to Canterlot?”

“My folks and I just moved from Manehattan. My dad did something incredibly crazy and my mother wanted peace and quiet.”

“What do you mean?” Sonata asked confusingly.

“Dad’s part of a demolition crew and my Mom’s a model,” Treble explained while rubbing the back of his head. “My dad blew up a building that wasn’t even supposed to be blown into smithereens and my mom is getting away from the city paparazzi.”

“Does she pose naked like the ones you see in Playboy magazines?”

“…Why are you asking me this?”

“…No reason.” Sonata smiled. “Anyway, I remember Sunset talking about a transferee yesterday, so I’m guessing it’s you?”

“Yes… Plot progression!” Treble said while clenching his fist in the air.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothin…”

Sonata stared at Treble confusingly and shrugged, not willing to question what he just meant. She then led the way while Treble followed on and headed towards the entrance, where a fateful reunion with an old friend awaited.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long wait! Been busy with life, you know? Anyways, here's the reboot that you've been waiting for, and I do promise I'll update it regularly!

And yes, I've been holding back on the comedy.

The following is for the multicultural:

Tein kerran porkkanan katoamaan sekaisin. Ajattelin, että se näyttäisi jälleen, mutta se ei koskaan tehnyt. Kunnes eräänä päivänä olin valmis syömään illallista, ja näin keittiöpöydän porkkanan. Olen mestari taikuri.

Chapter 2 - The Reunion, Friends and The Angel

In the hallways of Canterlot High stood two students. One was a boy and the other a girl.

The girl had red hair with yellow streaks, a dark jacket with a pink shirt under it, an orange skirt and black boots with pink flames on it. The boy, on the other hand, had a white hoodie that had a black shirt under it, black pants, long fingerless gloves that covered his hands, and white hair.

The boy impatiently looked at his time, looked at the girl. She sighed, annoyed.

“Soul, you didn’t have to come, you know,” the girl groaned.

“I know but, what if the new student is a guy?!” the boy named Soul replied. “What if he’s way more handsome than me?! I couldn’t just sit there and have my precious Sunset get stolen!”

“First of all, why would you even think that? Second, why would I even replace such a great boyfriend?”

“…You really mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

Soul smiled warmly and took Sunset by the waist. He pulled her closer as both of them passionately gazed at each other’s eyes. They closed the gap between each other for a quick kiss to show how strong their love was and felt almost as if the world moved slowly.

“FBI! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” Sonata shouted, who suddenly appeared in front of them.

The startled Soul immediately dropped Sunset upon seeing Sonata, which annoyed Sunset. Soul glared at Sonata for interrupting him and Sunset and for startling the two of them.

Sunset pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.“Sonata, what are you doing here?” she asked with a raised brow. “And shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I was… handling business outside,” Sonata excused. “I’m heading to class anyway.”

“Then hurry up; you’re going to be late.”

Sonatas nodded and happily skipped past the couple, only to stop and look at both of them again.

“Oh, and I also met the new kid!” Sonata said as she placed her hand on her chin. “Oddly enough, he knows who I am!”

With that said, Sonata left and disappeared in a corner, leaving Sunset and Soul to wonder what she meant.

“…Do you think the new kid is part of the CIA?” Soul wondered.

“Don’t be ridiculous, why would they send a CIA operative to CHS?” Sunset asked.

“Because there’s always something weird happening here? For instance, the Sirens and you becoming a raging she-demon,” Soul explained. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“Maybe it’s just an old friend that Sonata forgot about?”

“That would explain a lot.”

“OR IS IT?!” a thundering voice shouted from the doors.

Suddenly, loud music began randomly playing in the room. The couple questioned what was going on as both of them looked at each other confusingly.

“That must be the new student,” Sunset assumed.

“Wait, this seems familiar,” Soul said while he rubbed his chin.

“What do you mean?”

“Ominous music, a charismatic voice… No… It can’t be!”

The doors opened in unison and Treble entered with a big smile on his face. He was walking slowly while performing an air guitar. Sunset looked on confusingly while Soul’s face was in shock. Sunset turned to him and questioned his expression.

“Babe? You okay?” Sunset asked in concern. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m having mixed feelings right now,” Soul said. “The fact that I know this guy.”

“Indeed he does! For I am the first lover of the man beside you!” Treble exclaimed with a deep voice. “This is a marvelous reunion for us!”

Soul pinched the bridge of his nose as Treble crossed his arms and stood before them, looking at Soul with a big smile on his face.

Sunset was still dumbfounded by the situation and looked at both of them simultaneously.

Soul sighed and let out a smile as he looked at Treble.

“…Good to see you, Treble.” Soul smiled.

“Mmmmmhmmm, yes. Good to see you too Soul,” Treble replied.

“Wait, you know each other?” Sunset asked.

“So uh, do you want me to do the flashback or you’ll do it?” Treble said to Soul.

“He’s one of my old friends back in my old school,” Soul explained. “Also he’s on the crazy side, so it’s best not to entertain him for a long time.”

“Never underestimate the stupidity of idiots!” Treble exclaimed in pride.

“…Exactly.”

Sunset giggled at this.

“Well, welcome to the Canterlot High, Treble!” she then welcomed.

Treble placed his hand on his chin and slowly examined Sunset, which began to weird her out. Treble then walked beside Soul and leaned into his ear.

“Yo, who’s the chick?” Treble whispered. “And why did she call you ‘babe’? I’m the only one who’s supposed to call you that.”

“That ‘chick’ would be my girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer,” Soul answered.

“SHE’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?! I COULD HAVE SWORN THAT-“

“You can’t swear,” the voice inside his head said.

“Huh?”

“I mean, you can but it just comes out like ‘F*ck’ or ‘McSh*tf*ck’.”

“Really? Wacky.”

“Uh… Who is he talking to?” Sunset asked her boyfriend.

Soul sighed.“Apparently there’s a voice inside his head that would occasionally just pop in, or he thinks he has one.”

“Anyway, nice to meet ya Sunset!” Treble exclaimed with a smile.

Sunset simply smiled and extended her hand for a handshake, which Treble accepted.

“You seem to know a lot about Soul,” Sunset said with a smirk. “Care to tell more in the future?”

“Sure. I love the time he liked someone from our class and he got reje-“

Before Treble could finish, his mouth was covered by Soul’s hands, with the latter having an uneasy look.

“Can we just go on with the tour now? I’ll handle the catching up myself later.” Soul proposed.

After a good while, second period rolled on and the tour was done. Sunset and Soul concluded the tour with taking Treble to one of his classes. During the tour, Treble continuously asked random questions including why the Dewey Decimal System was complicated and who shot first during that one scene in Star Wars, much to Soul’s annoyance.

The three said their goodbyes and Soul told Treble he’ll meet him during lunch. Soul and Sunset departed and left Treble alone in the hallways while he faced the door to his class.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?” Treble asked.

“Your choice, but not something out of the gutter,” the voice said. “Pick something memorable.”

“Oooh, I have just the entrance!”

Inside of the classroom, the teacher wasn’t present yet and the whole crowd was rowdy. One part had students discussing about games that came out, and another had girls with their ‘girl’s talk’.

On a specific part, however, had two boys that are important to the plot progression.

One had spiky black hair, gray skin, and yellow eyes. He wore a black unzipped hoodie, black T-shirt with a Japanese kanji that stands for wolf on the front in white, black strap boots and dark green pants that had a chain on the side. The other boy had black hair that was slicked back, grey skin and a goatee. He wore a black shirt that had a fist holding a lightning bolt symbol on the center, blue pants and green sneakers.

“I understand that scissors can beat paper and I get how rock can beat scissors. But there's no way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock leaving it immobile?” the one with the hoodie asked. “Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class?”

“…Why exactly are we having this conversation?” the one with the black shirt said in annoyance.

“Because school sucks and I want to go home. I mean, why can’t we just go straight to our jobs, Punk?”

“Zero, you always say that.”

“It’s because it’s true!”

Suddenly, the PA system began to play loud music. The whole entire room grew confused as the doors were suddenly kicked open. On cue, Treble entered holding a mic and ran around the front of the class like crazy buffoon.

The students watched on as one of the two boys grew confuse, while the other was laughing.

Treble raise both of his hands and started dancing. He soon stopped as he raised the mic to his mouth.

“MY NAME, IS TREBLE MIX,” Treble exclaimed. “AND I AM, A CERTIFIED G AND A BONIFIED STUD, AND YOU CAN’T TEACH THAT!”

The students began to wonder what he was blabbering about. Treble raised his finger up and started skipping around.

“BADABOOM! REALEST GUY IN THE ROOM! HOW YOU DOIN?!” he continued.

“Dude, no one’s going to get the reference,” the voice said.

“Pretty sure some will!”

The boy named Zero leaned to Punk with a confused look.

“Dude, who’s the new kid? And it looks like I have competition,” Zero said. “Plus, who the hell is he talking to?”

“Who cares? He perfectly imitated Enzo’s entrance!” Punk laughed.

“Who?”

“It’s a wrestling thing. Besides, I like this guy!”

Unknown to Treble, the teacher was already in the room and was behind him. The boy felt his presence as he turned around and saw the confused look the teacher was giving him.

“I see you have already introduced yourself… In an extravagant manner,” the teacher said. “You must be the new student, please to meet you Mister Treble Mix, I am Doctor Whooves and I will be your Science teacher.”

“Are we going to learn about how Equestria was created?” Treble asked, “I mean, that’s science right?”

“Do you know anything about science?”

“I have every episode of Star Trek. The classic ones, not the one with the bald guy that looks like Professor X.”

“I’ll take that as a maybe,” Doctor Whooves sighed. “Now, can you please take a seat? We’re about to start the class.”

Treble nodded as he looked around for a seat. After scouting the area, he found a seat next to Punk and Zero, who he saw eyeballing him from their chairs.

Treble smiled and marched to his seat. He sat down and looked at the two with an even bigger smile. Zero crossed his arms as Punk started chuckling at him.

“Did my entrance fancy you?” Treble asked.

“You’re good, but I’m better,” Zero smirked as he placed his hand on his chin. “You may have bested me with your entrance, but I will not lose to you next time!”

“HA! You must first beat my dragon punch first!” Treble replied with a stereotypical Asian voice.

“Please excuse my good friend here, he’s a bit of a ‘weeabo’ if you ask me,” Punk said. “Anyway, the name is Straight Edge, but people call me Punk.”

“There will always be a light to shine the way, and I plan on being that light and my wings will protect those who need it. The enemy to bullies, the pinnacle of awesome-“

“His name is Zero Gravity.” Punk interrupted Zero, with the latter pouting.

“Well, as you already witnessed earlier from my glorious entrance, my name is Treble Mix,” Treble introduced. “Nice to meet you lads!”

“Nice to meet you too,” Punk replied.

“So what brings you here on this God forsaken school?” Zero asked.

“Ugh, seriously Mister Author? You’re making me explain again?” Treble complained as he looked at the sky. “Do you know how much of a chore that is?

Punk and Zero looked at him confusingly then looked at each other. Zero started scratching his head and started whistling.

“So uh… Who are you talking to? Who the hell is ‘Mister Author’?” Punk asked.

“Oh, you mean that handsome douchebag that controls and writes how this story goes!” Treble explained. “Did you know you also have authors? I mean, they’re all scumbags if you ask me, they write stupid crap about our life just for their entertainment!”

As Punk was about to question what Treble just said, Zero stopped him before he could speak by placing his hand on his shoulder. Punk turned to Zero who was shaking his head, prompting him to not question Treble any further.

With that said, Treble began to tell the two on why he transferred to Canterlot High. After that, the class went on as usual for an hour until it was now lunch time.

The school bell rang and the period ended. Treble headed out first and found himself outside of the classroom. He then felt a tap behind him. He turned around and saw Punk and Zero standing before him.

“Hey, you wanna sit wiTh us at lunch?” Zero proposed.

“Wait, so you guys are toge-“

“No.” Zero and Punk said in unison, interrupting Treble.

“Besides, you might get left out from all the groups that are inside the cafeteria,” Punk said.

“Oh please, I never get left-“

Treble soon stopped talking and froze from his place. His jaw slowly opened as he took off his sunglasses from his face.

Time went slow and music started playing inside his head as he saw a majestic sight before him; a girl with blue hair that had opal streaks and white skin was walking pass them. She wore purple shaded sunglasses, a white jacket that had blue stripes on the sides, purple leggings and blue sneakers. The girl had her light blue headphones on, completely ignoring everyone on her path. She was bobbing and dancing to the beat without care of the world.

Treble’s eyes sparkled as the girl passed by, and soon disappeared through the crowds. She did not notice the creepy boy eyeballing her as she was too distracted by her music.

Punk and Zero began to grow confused and started waving their hands in front of Treble, which the latter did not respond to. Zero then snapped his finger, which broke Treble from his trance.

“…WHO IS THAT ANGEL?!” Treble exclaimed as his face went red.

“Who?” Punk asked.

“The girl with the headphones and purple sunglasses!” Treble exclaimed in glee, “Did you not see the angel that had just passed by?”

“You mean Vinyl?” Punk replied, “She’s basically the DJ around these parts. I heard that she’s also a massive tomboy.”

“I DON’T CARE! ALL I KNOW IS THAT THIS IS DESTINY!” Treble proclaimed, “The start of the sweet cherry romance had spawned from this sight! My heart has fluttered like a butterfly flying through the winds of an open field!”

Punk and Zero sighed in unison as they looked at each other with irritated looks. Treble kept on speaking as the two leaned near each other.

“Are you sure it was a good idea to become friends with this guy?” Zero asked.

“Nope, but he seems interesting,” Punk replied.

Author's Notes:

"OH RAGGA YOU SAID THAT PACING IS EVERYTHING BUT IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE RUSHING STUFF."

Actually, it's going according to plan.

The following is for the multicultural:

Ang mga caffeinated alcoholic enerhiya na inumin ay maaaring maging mapanganib dahil ang caffeine ay maaaring mask ang impluwensiya ng alkohol at maaaring humantong sa isang tao na maling kahulugan ng kanilang aktwal na antas ng pagkalasing.

Chapter 3 - Being a Stu

The whole cafeteria was crowded by dozens of students. Every table was full, some which were a group of friends or just classmates sitting together and enjoying each other’s companies. The place was rowdy and noisy, the mood was exciting and our protagonist wasn’t really fitting in.

Accompanied by Punk and Zero, Treble was seemingly floating in the air while his eyes were shaped like hearts. His two companions wondered what was going on inside the head of their new found friend, and how was he floating mysteriously.

The boys went up in line to get their food, with Treble still stuck in his love struck trance. Punk became annoyed by this and smacked Treble by the head, knocking him back to normal.

“What the hell?! I was getting to the good part where it cuts away to another scene where I relieve a fantasy with my new found love!” Treble exclaimed.

“Dude you’re making a scene.” Punk explained.

“What do you mea-“

Before he could finish, Treble noticed a few students staring at him awkwardly. The boy raised a brow and looked at Punk.

“I mean, they’re just background characters to begin with, what’s so bad about getting stared at?” Treble asked.

“What the heck are you tal- You know what? Just get your food.” Punk groaned as he gave Treble a tray.

With that said, the boys got their food and proceeded to make their way to their table. Treble followed on as they reached their table.

There, he saw two other boys. One had pale green skin, dark brown hair and red eyes while the other had messy dark blue hair with red streaks, light gray skin and crimson red eyes. The latter was busy eating a sandwich while the other was watching him with a bored expression.

“You know, you should just tell the readers their stories instead of just explaining what they look like.” Treble babbled, earning even more confused looks from Punk and Zero.

One of the boys noticed his friends and waved to them.

“Ey, shyou guysh are late.” The one with dark blue hair said while still having food in his mouth.

“Jeez, swallow your food, Daemon.” The other boy beside him said in annoyance.

“Good to see you’re still pissed off at the moment, Warhawk.” Zero said to the boy.

“I mean who wouldn’t be pissed off after getting bombarded by those douchebags at that table!” Warhawk exclaimed while pointing to a table which had Soul and some other boys seated in it.

Warhawk soon noticed Treble and raised a brow.

“Okay, what kind of weirdo did you bring at this table again?” Warhawk asked.

“This is Treble Mix, he just transferred here,” Punk explained, “Treble, this grumpy grouch is Warhawk and the one with the sandwich is Daemon.”

“Niche to meech shyou.” Daemon greeted.

“Sup.” Warhawk simply said.

“Pleasure to meet you, Warhawk-sama.” Treble greeted with a Japanese accent.

“…Okay another weebo, very good... It brings more light to the group,” Warhawk clapped, “Looks like Zero has a new butt buddy.”

“Yo!” Zero cringed.

Without any further useless information, Treble sat with the group and did the usual introductions along with his new friends. The group explained to him all that had happened before he came to Canterlot High such as the incident of Sunset Shimmer and the Sirens, all of which he knew since he has seen the movies, earning even more confused thoughts and Warhawk proclaiming him as the weirdest guy ever.

He also learned that Warhawk just recently had a war on words with the Rainbooms in which he defended the Sirens and called the Rainbows and the entire school as hypocrites.

“...So you pulled a CM Punk?” Treble asked.

“A what?” Warhawk asked.

“A pipebomb.” Punk answered.

“I’m still not following you.”

“You basically called out everything wrong in this business with the greatest promo in the history of our sport.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nevermind.”

“We really need to stop with the wrestling references.” Treble added.

“Agreed.” Punk nodded.

“Even though he did such unmanly thing, I will still be Warhawk’s friend!” Zero proclaimed while striking a pose on top of the table.

“Then I too shall be a Warhawk’s sexual thing!” Treble added while posing with Zero.

“YOU ARE NOT MY SEXUAL THING.” Warhawk exclaimed.

“I mean you are if my author actually wrote a story about us and-“

Treble soon stopped and froze in place. The group grew confused as Warhawk waved his hand at Treble’s face, earning no reaction.

Suddenly, Treble began to levitate and leave the table while his eyes turned into hearts. The group looked to where he was going and saw that he was headed for a table that contained Vinyl and another girl with black hair and gray skin.

Treble arrived at the table and stood before Vinyl, with the latter not noticing him since she was on her headphones and busy eating.

“My lady, I believe we have not met,” Treble introduced with a slurty and manly voice, “My name is Treble Mix, the Fist of the North Star, the Prince of Planet Vegeta, and the Pokemon Master of whatever region the Japanese could think of. I can’t help but notice the beauty of you and your shimmering eyes… Even though I can’t see them through your glasses.”

The girl continued to mind her business, unaware of Treble.

“Now I would like to know you better, my lady. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

Once more, the girl did not respond due to her being distracted. As Treble was about to speak, he was suddenly pulled away from the table. The boy looked behind and saw Warhawk with an irritated expression.

“Hawky what the hell man?!” Treble groaned.

“YOU’RE MAKING A F*CKING SCENE!” Warhawk exclaimed.

“Heh, kinda ironic if you ask me.”

While Treble was being pulled away, the girl beside Vinyl had her jaw open the whole time after watching the whole scene unfold. Vinyl soon noticed her and began to laugh.

“Tavi, what’s that face you’re making?!” Vinyl laughed, “You look like you saw someone’s Johnsons!”

“Shut up,” the girl simply replied while rolling her eyes, “And please refrain from using such atrocious phrase!”

“Jeez, don’t be such a cherry. Besides, what’s going on?”

“…It’s nothing. I just saw something… Cringe worthy.”

Back at the boys table, Warhawk threw Treble to his seat and sat quietly. He continued eating his food while Treble pouted at him.

Zero patted Treble on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

“You, my friend, have guts.” Zero complimented.

“Of course I do, their inside me.” Treble replied.

“…That’s not what I meant.”

“Zero, stop complimenting him,” Warhawk instructed, “He might cause some extravagant scene again.”

“I mean technically we’re in a scene right now.” Treble replied once again.

“What?”

“I was getting to the good part of my proclamation of love towards Vinyl!”

“Don’t you mean proclamation of being a weirdo?”

As Treble was about to explain, Soul arrived at the table with a big smile and sat between the boys.

“What’s up lads?!” Soul greeted.

“Oh no, you go back to your table where you scumbags belong!” Warhawk exclaimed to Soul.

“Come on, I’m just here to say hello to Treble!” Soul explained.

“I'm guessing you already know this guy?” Zero asked.

"He's one of my friends back in Mane-"

“We used to make love for hours back in Manehattan!” Treble said, interrupting Soul.

“…Okay I did not need to know that.” Punk cringed.

“NO, WE DID NOT TREBLE.” Soul said in annoyance.

“I mean, it’s okay to be gay, Soul,” Warhawk smirked, “We understand.”

“WHAT? I’M NOT GAY!”

“Speaking of which, will it be considered gay or masturbation if you had sex with your clone?” Treble asked.

“Okay my mind is blown,” Zero said in surprise, "That is an extremely deep question."

"Heh." Daemon chuckled.

“I think it would be considered gay since you’re having sex with someone else… Then again you’re making love with yourself.” Punk said.

“Definitely gay.” Daemon added.

“Whoa, did Daemon just speak?” a surprised Warhawk asked.

“Why the hell are we even talking about this?!” Soul asked while pinching the bridge of his nose, “Anyway, we need to properly welcome Treble to CHS!”

“Wait… You mean…” Zero whispered.

“Yes… The Initiation.”

The group except Treble smirked in unison as they looked at the latter. Treble gave out a smile and tilted his head, questioning what the boys were up to.

“If you’re going to be part of our group, you have to take on our small test.” Warhawk smirked.

“Am I going to have my ass spanked like the one I see in movies? Or am I getting a tattoo?” Treble smiled, “Either way, those are some kinky stuff you’re into.”

At the gym, Treble stood alone at the edge of the field while still having a big smile on his face. On the other side, his newly found friends all wore sadistic looks and were all holding red balls. Warhawk had the most sadistic look as he began pounding on his ball.

Treble gave an even wider smile as he took out a pair of headphones from his pocket.

“You mind if I play my jam while you shove those balls up my ass?” Treble asked.

“Oh please, take your time.” Warhawk insisted.

With that said, Treble placed his headphones on his ears and opened his phone. He scrolled through his playlist of artists and stopped at Skrillex’s name. He picked a song and cracked his knuckles as the song started.

“I’m ready, Hawky!” Treble shouted.

“Oh? Asking for your fate now eh?” Warhawk chuckled, “Then we shall begin!”

This then prompted the boys to throw their balls simultaneously. Warhawk threw the first shot, hurling it with massive strength and straight to Treble. The latter was casually bobbing his head to the beat of his song, unaware of the incoming projectile that was about to hit him.

As the ball got closer, Treble ducked instantly as the ball passed through him. He stood back up and continued on listening to his song. Warhawk became extremely annoyed at this and prompted Zero to threw his ball, which the latter did.

The ball went straight to Treble’s location. The boy was still bobbing his head like crazy and proceeded to do a robotic dance, dodging the ball once more.

“Pu-Pu-Purple Lambo!” Treble sang.

“Nandato?!” Zero exclaimed with a stereotypical Asian voice.

"Shut up, Weeb! Focus!" Warhawk exclaimed.

“Lemme try.” Punk said as he threw his ball.

Once more, Treble easily dodged the ball without a sweat. Warhawk began to get irritated and started rapidly throwing balls that were around at him. This also prompted the others to do the same.

Their efforts failed as Treble easily dodged the projectiles with his crazy and weird dancing. This went on for a good while until eventually the boys grew tired and stopped.

Treble was still dancing to his tunes until he saw the balls lying around him. He took off his headphones and looked on to the group.

“Seriously? You started without me? Not cool man.” Treble pouted while he crossed his hands.

Warhawk’s eye began to twitch as he slowly walked up to Treble. The large boy stood before Treble and glared at him straight to the eyes.

“Does being a Gary Stu get me in your circle of friends?” Treble smiled.

Warhawk sighed and raised his fingers. He snapped his fingers, which prompted Punk to come forward and he too stood before Treble.

All of a sudden, Punk crouched and clutched his fist. Time went slow as Treble watched Punk’s fist fly towards his weak spot between his legs. As the fist closed in, Treble accepted his fate; slowly closing his eyes and extending both of his hands sideways.

The fist went straight through his sack, making Treble drop to his knees and clutched his nether regions. The pain made Treble cry out tears; pain that even exceeds the pain level of getting heartbroken.

Punk stood up while Warhawk gave out a smile while crossing his hands.

“Welcome to the family, son.” Warhawk proclaimed.

“Ugh… I guess being a Gary Stu isn’t my type…” Treble groaned in pain, “Mister Author, cross that out of my quirks, please? I don’t think people would read such story if I had that kind of trait... Ugh no wonder Stu's are boring.”

The two other boys looked at Treble with confusion. However, they decided not to question it, as it was useless considering how weird and unpredictable their new found friend was.

Meanwhile, sitting on the bleachers were Vinyl and the girl who was with her during lunch. As usual, Vinyl was distracted by the loud music that was playing on her headphones while the other girl saw the whole thing unfold right before her eyes.

The girl was confused on whether she should feel surprised or weirded out by the scene she just saw. She then felt a strong thug on her arm.

“Octavia Melody, seriously, you look like you just saw someone naked… Again,” Vinyl called out while removing her headphones, "You're starting to worry me."

“I did not!” Octavia said while her brows furrowed, “Did you not see what I just saw?”

“Nope, and should I care?”

“What? I mean-”

“Ping me when something good happens.”

Vinyl placed her headphones back and drifted away from all the madness that was going on. Octavia watched her friend as she shook her head. She continued on watching what was happening on the field as Warhawk and Punk carried an unconscious Treble to the nurse’s office.

Author's Notes:

That's right, everyone's a parody of themselves. Why not? It makes things interesting.

The following is for the multicultural:

Jazz Age performues Josephine Baker përdorur orarin e saj të udhëtimit dhe pozitën si një yll për të mbështetur Rezistencën franceze gjatë Luftës së Dytë Botërore. Ajo raportoi mbi identitetet e mbështetësve nazistë francezë, bisedave që ajo i dëgjonte nga zyrtarët gjermanë në audiencat e saj dhe madje kontrabandoi dokumente sekrete të shkruara me ngjyrë të padukshme në fletët e saj muzikore.