2022 / Redraw of my oldest Oc’s, The 13

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Give me fanfics about them please

You might've noticed we skipped Subject 1.  Subject 1 is the only ‘free-roam experiment’ Kenneth Slugfalls has, Nerd. 

Asterin Blackbeak, you deserved so much more

That was smooth. "So, um, would you like to maybe grab a bite with me? I'm starving!" Yes, you couldn't have been any more sly if you tried. Why on earth would I say something as lame as, grab a bite? I've never said that line in my life before tonight. It's cool. It wasn't like I actually wanted to go on a date with him anyways. I mean, he's a decent enough guy with a pretty impressive fashion sense. Maybe Kam is right and he is gay, or just uninterested. I've never seen him hang out with anyone outside of his dance and drama friends. Either he's dating one of them or doesn't date. Why else would he turn me down? You know, he's pretty chummy with that pudgy kid, Alto... Jeez, why am I droning on about this? Again, I didn't even want to go on a date with Jimmy. So, it shouldn't bother me. It doesn't bother me. Okay, it does bother me. That's great. The campus is quiet tonight. There aren't any drunk students stumbling to and fro, or late night studiers rushing to get their coffee fix from the coffee cart, or the weird kids who always show up at the convenience store just before midnight to grab slushies. I don't know whether they are also studying late, or are constantly struck with sudden and intense needs for a brain freeze, or listen to too many musicals. I take my time walking down the long stretch of sidewalk that leads through the school, stopping for slight moments to take in the beautiful view of our school at night. There aren't that many streetlights out, most of the visibility I attain is from shops that stay open past nine and cars passing by. My walk back is always a nice time to think and that's all I seem to do. I wonder how I would paint Jimmy, if I were ever given the chance, and I decide that I would paint him exactly as he is. There isn't one thing I'd change because he's already too bright for anyone to improve. I'd paint him standing in the middle of the canvas and have him outlined in bright yellow. Behind him, I'd splatter the canvas with black, a contrast to his startling light. It's ridiculous for me to even think about such a thing. I take out my phone and swipe through my messages. There are a few on there from Madison asking if I want to join her and some friends (probably Amy, Kam, and Nicole- yawn) to Friday's Karaoke Night. I tell her I'll go as long as she doesn't make me sing. I refuse to sing in front of anyone except for my car stereo. The other messages are from other friends asking for favors I definitely won't be able to give and there are two from my parents requesting me to visit next weekend. It isn't something I really want to do, but I say I will. If I don't, they'll surely be ticked at me and, when angry, my parents can make Zeus' wrath look like a toddler tantrum. I slip my phone back into my pocket and keep walking, stopping only when I pick up on the sound of gravel crunching behind me. Someone else must be taking a late night walk. Lovely. So much for my solitude. I keep walking, pretending as if I don't notice, and shove both my hands into my pockets. One of the dorms comes up, letting me know that I'm almost to the parking lot where I keep my car. Behind me, the person picks up speed. There's a weird sort of urgency to their stride and it irks me more than I believe it should. They keep going at that rapid pace and, in seconds, I can almost feel their breath on me. My body responds in an instant, shoving me forwards like a sprinter at the Olympics. I dash ahead of them, wobbling a little, and make a turn off the sidewalk and onto the grass, out of sight. There are no streetlamps where I go, nothing to alert whoever is chasing me of my whereabouts. I find shelter in the crook between two trees. Who was that and why are they hell-bent on catching up to me? Maybe it was a serial killer, or one of those creepy drunk guys, or a slushie kid. Wait... It couldn't be Jimmy, could it? Oh god, that's probably all this is. He wants to pull a prank on me. What a typical guy. "This is not funny, Jimmy!" I shout, coming out of hiding. Hesitantly, I step across the grass and look out across the campus. As far as I can tell, whoever it was has fled. "Jeez, you suck, Jimmy! What was the point of that?" There's no answer. Of course. "You're such a coward. Yeah, you feel just fine sneaking up on me and freaking me out before when I couldn't see you, but now you're too scared? God, what a chicken!" I scoff, feeling ridiculous now. How was I ever actually afraid of him? That whole chase scene was just ridiculous. I have pepper spray in my purse I could have grabbed and nailed him straight. "You're lucky I didn't pepper spray you!" I continue, shaking my head. Kam is gonna laugh her head off when I repeat this story to her. Jeez, she'll think I'm such an idiot. Actually, no she won't. My friend would never think something like that and, if she did, she'd never actually voice that opinion. She isn't the kind to do that. I, on the other hand, am. "I'll gonna tell our boss about this and you're probably gonna get fired unless you stop hiding, you little-" I feel something smack me on the back of the head and I buckle forwards onto the cool grass. A bat clatters onto the cement beside my head. I watch as it slowly rolls away, a dot of blood visible on one end. My eyes focus on this until I lose the ability to focus and feel my whole world tip into the dark night.