= flip side = a cube smp fanfiction = discontinued

= fourteen =

Hello everyone, and welcome back to Flip Side! c:

So this week, my friend that I convinced to read Pixel finished book 1... that text conversation was hilarious XD he claimed that he wasn't THAT affected... his caps lock says otherwise :p

My good friend Tam and I also started some fanfic planning this week! Since I finally finished Attack on Titan, we can write a collab 'fic at last (which I'm sure she's been waiting forever for haha). We've got a basic plot down and are hopefully going to get into specifics soon. I'm really excited to write a non-Cube 'fic for once, and a collab at that!

I really need to move onto the next anime on my list, though, and get over Attack on Titan already cx I really want to watch Angel Beats, and everyone's been talking about Erased lately so I want to watch that, too, plus Owari no Seraph and Assassination Classroom... and that's only part of my list!

And I finished my FIRST EVER TABLET DRAWING yesterday! :D I'm super happy with it (in fact, it's the happiest I've ever been with a drawing I've done), and people on Twitter seemed to like it, too, so I'm gonna add it up above c: It's my "Wings of Freedom" Levi. Wings are hard, don't ever try and draw wings XD

I checked the prices of that tablet we're using in art, too, and they're only $40 on Amazon, which is good because I thought they were WAY more expensive :o I think I may be ordering one tonight, actually! (My drawing career may actually revive! Omfg)

This chapter is still lacking (as usual fml), but someone makes an appearance that may cause some nostalgia if you've been around here for as long as I have...

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= graser =

"Are you sure this is helping?"

"I'm not positive. But it's something, isn't it?"

I groaned in annoyance, falling back into my chair and running an impatient hand through my hair. "Then why are we doing this? It's not like you actually care about who I am, anyway."

"Graser." Tomahawk's voice was sharp. "If Devon says it might help, isn't it worth a shot? You want to get back, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" I tugged impatiently at the chord of my earbuds. "But what's the point if there's not any proof?"

"None of this has proof." Devon sounded serious now, his tone soft but firm. "It's all rumors, because it hasn't been studied. And there's no way to study it. Any lead is a good lead." Then, in a gentler voice, he added, "We're just trying to help, Graser. We want you to get back to your world."

"But--"

"But what? Isn't the fact that we're working to help you figure out what's happening justification enough that we care about what happens to you? Would it be a crime for us to want to know what we should already?" Devon trailed off, leaving us in silence for a moment.

I bit my lip, tasting blood and wincing. Will's right. I'm an ungrateful asshole. "...I'm sorry, Devon."

"You don't need to apologize. I know you're stressed." Sadness clouded his words. "I'm honestly sorry that I can't give you anything with proof. All I can do is find what I can and go through the list until we get something of our own." A calming breath. "So let's try this, alright, Graser?"

I exhaled, letting his words sink in. "Alright."

"Good." I could practically see a small smile work its way onto his face. "Tell us about yourself, Graser."

Nodding to myself, I began, "My real name is Zach, and I live in Canada. I have three cats: Shadow, Marley, and Max. I... I was picked on in high school for being weird, and I didn't have many people to talk to, if any. I never went to college; I went straight into being a YouTuber. Before I got into Minecraft, Club Penguin was my favorite game, and it later became a joke and a part of my old Minecraft IGN. My first real YouTube friend was--"

"User has joined your channel."

"Can we help you?" It was Tomahawk that spoke, voice clipped, obviously annoyed at the random intruder for cutting me off so abruptly.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I must've joined the wrong channel."

My blood froze, all my muscles tensing. No way. No. Fucking. Way. Parker was one thing, but... I started shaking, memories flooding again through my head of words spat at each other and scornful messages over Skype. Of tweets demanding the truth, of me not knowing how to respond without angering the fans...

"Graser! Hey, Graser!" Devon's yells cut through my miniature panic attack, and I worked to slow my rapid breathing, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard that my knuckles were turning white. It was another long moment before I regained control, and my grip relaxed slightly.

"Hey." Devon spoke quietly, cautiously, as if he was unsure how to confront me after my little episode. "Are you okay, Graser?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I managed, "...I'm fine."

"Are you sure, man? You didn't sound alright. Sorry if I scared you."

I jumped, not having realized that he hadn't left the TeamSpeak. My fingers flexed, shifting from death grip to simply resting there and back again. Finding my voice again, I forced out, "No, it's okay. I just..." I cut myself off, not wanting to sound like an idiot. Hey, you're just an old friend of mine in an alternate universe that I didn't exactly leave on good terms. Nice to speak to you again!

"What's wrong?" Tomahawk questioned, seeming legitimately concerned for the first time since I'd become trapped here.

"Graser." Devon's tone had changed, as if he had realized something. "If it has to do with what we were just talking about, say it. Please."

He's right. Running from my past isn't going to change it. Not here, not now. Inhaling wearily, I spit out, "You're Think, aren't you?"

A brief silence.

"...yes, I am. You're a subscriber?"

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. "No. I'm a friend."

Think hesitated. "I'm not sure I follow."

"Graser, you didn't mention a Think when we made the list." Devon was worried now, a certain urgency tinging his sentences. "Why not?"

"Why would you leave someone out like that?" added Tomahawk.

"Because we're not friends anymore!" I shouted, and the TeamSpeak fell silent. Fuck it. "Back home, Think and I were close friends before the Cube started. We had a big fight over the way our channels were going, and it sort of got public." I squeezed my eyes shut, as if shutting out the reactions that I already couldn't see. "We haven't spoken in nearly two years."

I probably wrote Think sooooo badly ;-; it's been so long since I've heard his voice, and I've sort of forgotten the way he talks, too. His character is super inaccurate in my opinion... whoops, sorry. But a bit of nostalgia for all you old-timers like me? :)

Sorry for any inaccurate information about Graser, as well ^^

QUESTION(S) OF THE CHAPTER:

Would any of you be interested in reading Tam and I's Attack on Titan 'fic when it comes out (eventually)? I'm trying to see what kind of audience we'd start with out of my already-familiar readers c:

AND/OR

I want to hear your opinions on Angel Beats and Erased. NO SPOILERS, but are they good? What do you like about them? etc ^^

Vote and comment for more! Until next time!

~ Cherry