If The Octonauts were Mean Girls (COMPLETED)

🎃Halloween🎃

Peso was smitten with Selva, yet his shyness was a stubborn barrier. Despite this, he couldn't resist sneaking peeks at her or daydreaming about their conversations. He clung to the slim hope that Dashi might relent. Their exchanges were brief until that fateful day, October 3rd when Selva inquired about the date. Peso's face bloomed with color as their gazes intertwined. Oh, how he wished for Dashi's blessing to delve into deep dialogues with Selva.

"The date? It's... uh, October 3rd," Peso managed to utter, his face a canvas of crimson.

As Halloween approached, Selva was throwing the bash of the season. Realizing Peso hadn't been invited, she paused to extend the offer, noticing his kind demeanor.

"Hey," Selva began, "I'm hosting a Halloween shindig at my haunt. Care to join?"

"Absolutely!" Peso beamed.

"Okay, I'll see you there." Selva grinned.

"Grool!" Peso blurted out.

Selva raised an eyebrow as Peso's red hue deepened.

"I... um," he stammered, "I meant to say 'great' and 'cool' together."

 "Ah..." Selva chuckled, "Grool it is then."

...

October 31

Halloween has arrived swiftly; it's the season when children don costumes and go door-to-door asking for candy. but in Teenworld, Halloween is the only time of year when teens dress up in sexy costumes and no one can say anything about it, the hardcore teens wear sexy undergarments.

The Plastics were wearing their costumes, Dashi was dressed up in a Sexy Devil costume, and Shellington was in a sexy soccer player costume, when they were getting ready, Barnacles came in wearing pants, no shirt, and a captain's hat, they were confused about his costume.

"What are you?" Shellington inquired.

"I'm a Captain," he responded, gesturing towards his hat, "Duh."

Selva's party was the talk of Northshore, drawing in everyone, including the Plastics. The buzz was all about Dashi and Selva's feud, and bets were on about their showdown. Yet, Dashi's attendance had a twist—she was plotting some nefarious mischief.

Peso made an entrance in an Angel costume, which was more sweet than sexy. His arrival caused a stir among Barnacles and Shellington, who was taken aback by his non-matching outfit. Dashi, spotting Peso, couldn't hide her irritation.

"Why do you look like you've just floated down from the Pearly Gates?" inquired Barnacles.

"Halloween spooks me out a bit, so I opted for something a tad less frightening," Peso admitted with a shy grin.

"That costume is so fetch on you, Peso," complimented Shellington with a grin.

"SHELLINGTON! A moment, please!" Shellington was summoned with urgency.

As Shellington and Dashi huddled, Selva made her grand entrance, adorned in a floral ensemble. She beelined to Peso.

"Looking heavenly, my friend. Quite the celestial vibe," Selva beamed.

"Thank you," Peso responded, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.

Dashi, witnessing the exchange between Selva and Peso, shot Shellington a look of sheer annoyance.

"Shelly!" exclaimed Dashi, "Who rolled out the red carpet for Peso? We can't have a tag-along on our adventure."

"Blame Selva," Shellington retorted, "And it's no secret, he's smitten with her."

Suddenly, a lightbulb flickered to life above Dashi's head. An idea began to brew, a wickedly brilliant scheme. She bided her time until Selva wandered off in search of punch for Peso. Seizing the moment, Dashi sidled up to Peso.

"Hey there, Peso..." she greeted him with a sly grin.

"Hi..." Peso stuttered, "I wasn't meant to chat with her, but she—"

"Worry not! Since you're head over flippers for her, how about I play Cupid and relay your amorous confessions?" Dashi offered.

Peso was taken aback by Dashi's proposition. His shyness had always been a barrier to expressing his affection for Selva, and here was Dashi, offering to bridge the gap.

"Um...Sure," Peso replied, a hopeful smile dawning on his face.

"Consider it done," Dashi declared, plotting the next move in her newfound role as matchmaker.

Peso observed Dashi approaching Selva and, from his vantage point, it appeared to be a cordial encounter. However, he caught Selva's eye-roll at the sight of Dashi, a clear sign that their friendship was on the rocks. Unbeknownst to Peso, Dashi had hatched a nefarious scheme to wreak havoc on his life. As Dashi and Selva conversed, Dashi gestured towards Peso, prompting a shared glance between Selva and him. Was this the moment of truth? Peso was baffled by Tweak's animosity towards Dashi, who outwardly seemed quite charming. But then, Peso's jaw dropped as he witnessed what seemed impossible: Dashi and Selva, apparently burying the hatchet and reinstating their 'Besties' status. His heart raced to his throat. The shock turned to a spine-tingling chill when he caught the malevolent glare Dashi shot him over Selva's shoulder. Betrayed, Peso fled the party in tears, cursing his naivety for trusting Dashi to mend fences with Selva. It dawned on him that Dashi's true plot was to reconcile with Selva, thus sparing him the dilemma of dating her, since in the unwritten rules of Teenworld, dating a friend's 'Bestie' is a big no-no. Tweak's warnings were right, Dashi was indeed...

A Mean Girl...