HSC Oneshots!

[🤣] What Are They Yappin? [🙏]

Here's my Bible, read that shit before seeing my glorious mask, okay!?

Basically Narrator (or me) memorizing the US zone of Robloxia...

THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HSC, ONLY ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE.

NARRATOR IS ME.
SOL IS MY BESTIE (like Sunny :3)
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"Oh hey ma'am! It is such a nice day to meet ya!" The eccentric Narrator greeted the woman with a bow, posing himself like da old lad from the 17th in Bri'ish.

"EXCUSE ME!? DO YOU HAVE ANY MANNER!?" The overdramatic woman, who was clearly dissatisfied, shouted at him angrily. "I IDENTIFY, AS AN OMNIROMANTIC AROACE HOMO-"

"Ah yes, yapyap." The Narrator sighed in disappointment, his mask still hiding his saddened face. Every day, he couldn't get anyone's pronoun correct, which made them really sophisticated for who knows shit.

"DON'T, YOU, DARE INTERRUPTING ME WHILE I'M SPEAKING!!" The woman threw her handbag at the Narrator's mask, slightly cracking 0.0000001%. "DIDN'T YOUR PARENTS TEACH YOU WHAT RESPECT IS?"

"And people like you are reasons why I have really bad feelings about the pride community," He gently flushed his tophat. "even if I don't want to."

"THEN THAT JUST PROVES YOU'RE HOMOPHOBIC, I'LL TELL THIS TO THE GOVERNMENT!!" She...no, he? Can't understand, nor acknowledge.

The once-almighty Narrator had accepted his fate as his reputation was kicked down daily just because people this generation were all too overdramatic and sensitive.

'Stalker, creep, bitch, dumbass, blah blah blah. Wish they were more original when using the rainbow.'

He thought silently, his face stern before walking away and entered a delicating Café. Of course, by this time they had already acknowledged him for his 'terrorism'.

Could he even hope? Not quite, but still there. His life was already ruined in debris, but at least better than after Lunar Overture Destruction..

He took out a note and wrote down some few...boring words that were related to the new generation...These could be useful if he wanna try to stay alive and stable-

"Why so people even call themselves AroAce? Why not in simplicity, like 'I'm uninterested in love' or like that? Why complexity?"

"Because humans, are indeed, overreacting."

The Narrator looked up, and his mask smiled upon meeting Sol's face. The Engineer sat down on the opposite of Narrator's position.

His black tophat and overall clothes reminded Narrator of a leader of a mafia gang...He must had been over-exaggerating...

"Though, I expect you to keep it shut." The Engineer began interacting. "Otherwise, thy punishment won't be deniable..It shall be painful you see, by the moment they heed thy words."

"Yappachino." Said the Narrator jokefully, though his voice quickly turned back to his stern one. "I mean...Don't we all agree that we have our rights to show our opinions? Why must we obey the 'unofficial' law?"