Felix

My project is to remake TADC into a more liminal space backrooms type thing instead of the slop it became. Psychology horror and more like that

My discord is PuppyDixon, I’ll be interviewing and hope to get someone (or two) and the team <3

((EDIT))

This takes place after the events of "An Extremely Goofy Movie"

max is trans

bradley is gay but has internal homophobia

Max is a film major

Bradley is a neuroscience major

Enjoy

Max pulled into campus just after noon. Everything was already moving again. There were cars circling for parking spots, students dragging bags across walkways, all the usual noise snapping back into place like the break had never happened. He stayed in the car his dad got for him as a college gift for a second after turning it off, just looking out at it. Same campus, same routine, ladies looking and him grinning like a dork.

He grabbed his bag and got out. The halls looked mostly the same, just more cluttered than before break. New posters mixed in with old ones, a sign about spring projects already taped up slightly crooked like no one had bothered fixing it. Max slowed near the bulletin board out of habit, scanning it without really expecting anything important.

“Max!”

He turned. A classmate was already talking as he stopped, asking about the X Games and a few other things from last semester. Max answered automatically, short and polite, the kind of responses he didn’t need to think about. He was loving the extra popularity now that he beat THE Bradley Uppercrust. His attention was already drifting, not because the conversation was bad, but because he saw his buds.

"Hey,” Max said, cutting in smoothly. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go.”

He gave a quick nod and stepped away before the conversation could stretch any further, heading outside to meet them. PJ rambled some poetic crap and Bobby nudged him and clasped Max on the back. "Welcome back, new X Games king" He said and howled. Max snickered and skated down the road, PJ and Bobby keeping up.

The Gamma House came into view before anyone really commented on it. It was already loud, music spilling out through the open doors, people moving in and out like it was just another normal day, bags and boxes left on the porch like no one had fully decided where anything was supposed to go yet. Max slowed slightly without meaning to, and PJ noticed first, saying Gamma was already back in full chaos mode while Bobby added that the place never really knew how to ease into anything. Tank waved and Max waved back and they both went back to their own thing.

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Bradley was packing, but it didn’t look like something he intended to finish cleanly. A duffel bag sat open on the couch, stuffed unevenly, like it had been started and abandoned more than once. Clothes were scattered across the cushions and floor in different stages of order, some folded, some halfway there, some just thrown down. Bradley stood near the staircase with his arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room like he was still holding it together through attention alone. At first glance he looked calm, but it didn’t fully hold, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hand flexed once before settling again. One of the brothers near the wall finally spoke, not really looking at him.

“You know you can’t stay here past break, man.”

Bradley didn’t answer immediately. For a second, it looked like he might ignore it completely. Then he exhaled slowly through his nose, like he was choosing his response instead of reacting to it.

“Right,” he said, voice even.

He glanced toward the room, not at any one person in particular. “Funny timing, though.” No one responded. Bradley nodded slightly, like that silence confirmed something for him instead of shutting him down. “Guess you’ll all figure it out,” he added. “Since you know, without me running things, you’ll probably lose half your matches next year. You all know who the star was. Who made everything happen. Sure, we cheated, but its how we are kings!" Everyone was ignoring him. Anger filled his veins. He hated being ignored. He just reached for the duffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder in one motion.

“Whatever,” he said, lighter now, almost casual again. “Good luck with that. Not my problem anymore”

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Bradley walked through the hallway, eyes moving over door numbers until he found his. The room was smaller than he expected, but it wasnt loud. He just needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t stay quiet for long. At first it was just noise in the background of the building, distant doors, footsteps, someone laughing farther down the hall. Normal dorm stuff. Bradley ignored it and kept unpacking, pulling clothes out one at a time, placing them where they made sense instead of rushing. But then it got louder. Not right outside yet, but close enough that it started to stand out. A group of voices. Talking over each other. Someone laughing too loudly at something that probably wasn’t that funny. It sort of sounded like roughhousing. Bradley paused for half a second, then exhaled through his nose, set the shirt he was holding down on the bed, and finally glanced toward the door like he was considering ignoring it.

Then he couldn't. He goes over to the room its coming from and bangs on the door, straightening his posture and crossing his arms. Then, hes face to face with Max Goof...

"Should've known it was you, freshman," Bradley sneered. Max glares, "What do you need, Brad?"

Bradley stiffened and jabbed Max in the chest with a finger. “It’s BradLEY,” he corrected, voice low and firm. “Get it right, freshman.”

Max didn’t move back. He just looked down at Bradley’s hand for a second, then back up at him, like he was deciding whether this was worth reacting to or not.

Max finally spoke, calm but a little sharper than before. “You came out here just to correct me?”

Bradley held his gaze for a second longer, finger still in place like he didn’t care that it was probably unnecessary at this point. Then he pulled his hand back, crossing his arms again like he hadn’t just done that.

“I came out here because your entire group sounds like a wrecking crew,” he said. “Some people are actually trying to live here.”

PJ blinked. “It’s like… noon.”

Bradley glanced at him briefly. “And?”

PJ let out a small laugh and continued the video game with Bobby.

Max exhaled, shaking his head slightly, annoyed. “We’re not doing anything,” he said. “We just got here."

Bradley tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking over all three of them like he was assessing whether that was believable. “That explains the noise,” he said, flat.

Max gave him a look. “You’re literally standing in a hallway complaining about it.”

“I’m standing in a hallway addressing it,” Bradley corrected immediately.

There was a beat of silence after that, just long enough for PJ to glance between them again like he was watching a game he didn’t know the rules to. Bobby leaned slightly toward PJ and muttered something that made PJ snort quietly. Bradley noticed. Of course he did. His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t react to them. Instead, he looked back at Max, expression settling again into something controlled. “Keep it down, Baby Goof,” he said. “Some people have standards.”

Max held his gaze for a second longer, then gave a short nod. “Yeah. Sure.”

Bradley didn’t move right away. Neither did Max. For a moment, it felt like neither of them were fully done with the exchange, even though nothing else needed to be said.

Then Bradley stepped back into his room without another word and shut the door behind him.