#fullofschmidt

@preparetodie​ @fullofschmidt​

Aaaaand another flunked test in another bad semester. Man, someday Brian might have to actually try and study for these things... Well, someday, definitely not today. No, today he’s just going to hang out with his friends and smoke some weed, his favorite way to pass the time, only behind ‘Making stupid nonsense to impress and hook up with someone’.

The young zombie was going toward their usual meeting place: The front steps of Spooky High, but apparently, he was one of the first to arrive, the other one seemed to be Vicky. The boy would attempt to wave at her, but judging by how oddly focused she was at doing something, he wondered if she would even see him at all. 

It wasn’t hard to notice because of Vicky’s usual demeanor, but there were times that the girl seemed a bit lost in her own head, and Brian couldn’t help but to wonder what would make a bundle of energy like the blueish girl just be lost in thought like that. A crush maybe? Nah... she would’ve told the gang, wouldn’t she?

Regardless, once he finally got closer to her, Brian merely bent down his body forward and poked the girl on her shoulder. “Hey, V! You alright over there?”

“ Girl, you got it BAD. ”

“Oh, of course I do.” Vera said, with all the sickening sweet venom of someone about to spin this into their own agenda. Her phone is slipped back into her pocket so both hands could gently rest against Vicky’s own in a consoling manner.

---- “ Ugh... no, I still can’t just go cure all cancer. And I still don’t want to hear about it. Do you Transylians just think about science ALL the time? ”

---- You’re the only motherfucker here that she respects, Vicky. Okay, maybe not literally, but... you get the picture.

“Is this normal for around here or did I just trip into something unusual?” Inquired a somewhat confused transfer student that had wandered onto the scene accompanied by something that looked a bit like it might be some sort of service animal if it didn’t look more like a pitch black blotch of fur.

---- Listen, Scoob has never claimed to be the bravest soul out there. Not even top 100. If a house has so much as a draft and a creaky floor, you might as well consider it off-limits for the pooch. So imagine his shock when Mystery Inc. is sticking their nose around Spooky High, and he has to just... deal with it. Sorry Vicky, maybe Zoe or any amount of your other classmates think you’re cute, but to a cowardly canine, no amount of +ANYTHING saves you from being better than a ravenous nightmare induced by too many cheeseburgers.

      Naturally, he’s hiding under a table, the entire piece of furniture comedically quivering.