Worlds Clash: Slaydie's

Darude - Sandstorm

POV: AshTDM

The 5 Seconds of Summer lads were all on their way to their classes. It was a struggle, since they had never been to that school before, so all of them, except for CalumSparklez, who was left with Ashley in Nicolas's classroom since they both had French, were left to find their way on their own. They all had different classes—AshTDM had US History, LukeNotFound had precalculus, and Michael Clafton had photography; however, they decided to try and help each other find their classes so they wouldn't get lost alone in the school. They felt very out of place since all of them were at least eighteen and hadn't been to high school in a while. In fact, most of the people that Simon Cowell sent back to school were too old for high school in the first place. But, when there's M O N E Y on the line, Simon can not be swayed.

"La, la-la-la, la..." they heard someone sing from behind them. The three lads felt the presence of a short man watching them. They all stopped in their tracks and narrowed their orbs. Somebody was following them... but who? "Hello, handsome tall man," somebody behind them said with an extremely exaggerated and fake Russian accent. They all whirled around and looked, but they couldn't see anyone! Not until they looked down and saw the scriggly diggly face of Troy Bolton staring up at them. Boo womp.

"Uhhh, what?" AshTDM asked.

"NOT. YOU!" Troy screamed back at AshTDM in his normal American accent, then pointed at LukeNotFound. "Him."

"Bro, he's eighteen years old," Michael Clafton stated. "Aren't you like thirty or something?"

"Not to mention I'm happily taken," LukeNotFound pointed out.

"I'm thirty-three, to be exact!" Troy Bolton chirped, correcting Michael.

"Yeah, that doesn't make it better," AshTDM replied. "That actually makes it worse."

"I don't mean it like that!" Troy Bolton exclaimed. "Stampy, the youth these days. You're all a bunch of liberals!" 5SOS glanced at each other. "NO MATTER! I was simply pointing out the beauty of your height, good sir!" LukeNotFound appeared uncomfortable.

"Uhhh... thanks?" Luke responded, trying to push past the strange man. "I actually have a class to get to so—"

"Y̵̭̱̯̳̘ͭ̏̂O̰̹͖̪͖ͮͫ̄̇ͥ̑̎ͦͅȖ̻̺̽͜ A̛̛̜̎ͫR͕̲̟̰̼̬̈́̑̈͌̑ͣ͜E̲̼͍̯̰͕͎̱̜̮͑̏͑͌́N̴̸̡̫̹̹̭͎̂͋̀͜͡_'̧͉̻̽ͮͯ̆̀ͪ̒͝T̡̥͙͙͉͎ͥ̿ͪ̽̅́ GO͙̱͙͇͖̊́ͧ̑ͭ̚Ḭ̯̱̺̽̉̔̅͘͜͝͞͡Ņ̺̜̱̟̙̪ͣ͛̆͌ͪ̔Ǵ̨̡̛̳̱͈ͤ̆ A̷̹̘̮͚̍ͯͤ̄̚͜͡_̗ͅN̘͛ͯ̐Y͚͇͍ͭ͊̇W̮͚_̡̘͛͊ͩ͜͢H̴̐_̺̯Ę̪̥̼̾ͧ͛̚R̖͔ͪ̎È̶͓̳̬̪̗̪̱͒̂.̶̝͖͖̲͋̀̈ͨ," Troy Bolton declared demonically, stopping Luke in his tracks, then suddenly turning his chirpiness back on with a wide smirk. "How tall are you...? Ummm..." Troy's voice trailed off. "Golly gee whillikers! I didn't even ask your name! How incredibly rude of me! My name is Troy Bolton, but you probably already know that from the hit movies I was in back in the 2000s. I'm now the basketball coach at Degrassi Community School, and I've never been happier! It's been tough since the divorce... Lumpkinella took the kids... but now I'm happy as can be!"

"We don't need your life story, bro," Michael retorted.

"Hello!" AshTDM butted in, shaking Troy's hand. "I'm Ashton, and my buddies here are Michael and Luke! We're new here!"

"Ah, yes, that's right," Troy replied. "I remember Dan Charles telling me about your arrival, but he called you guys so many different things I couldn't remember exactly what your actual names are."

"Naur worries," Luke told him. "Why exactly do you want to know my height, though?"

"That depends... how tall are you?" Troy Bolton asked, avoiding answering LukeNotFound's question.