a/n: At first, I can’t see any situation where Michael takes a squip. But seeing how I put an (with a name and everything) au out there I have it a shot by shimmying around some very circumstantial stuff. summary: Michael just wanted a tictac w/c:1823 warning: VERY QUESTIONABLE PLOT?? drug mentioned (mainly pot and squip)
“Wait so it’s like drugs?” Michael muttered as they walked side by side down to the Payless. He rummaged through his hoodie’s pockets and began picking at the lint he found in every crevice. “Are you sure you wanna take drugs? You know JUST stopped gagging when you take a drag of the blunt” Michael winked at him, sticking out his tongue adding a bit more insult to his tease.
Jeremy turned up his nose and stiffened his spine trying to make himself look taller. “It’s not drugs…it’s a computer…or whatever, I don’t know how to explain it. Rich had this cool song…” He waved his hands in front of him. “It’s from Japan.” His voice went up a few octaves before cracking, trying to recreate the feel.
Michael nodded a bit, “sounds legit.” The closer they got the more Jeremy began to perspire beside him. “Dude stop walking like someone who’s about to make a drug deal.”
“W-What” Jeremy flinched then looked around nervously. “I-I look like someone who’s going to make a deal!”
“That or you look like someone who’s about to take a major dump in his pants.” Michael clapped his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders and gave him a small squeeze. “Just be chill.”
“That’s MY problem, I don’t know how to be CHILL, Michael.” He hung his head a bit and sighed. “…I wish I can be more like you.” He chuckled a bit. “You’re always pretty chill.”
“Be more like me then, walk in there and trade in hundreds of dollars for a possibility of awesomeness…or a complete and utter waste of time.”
“I don’t think anyone could be more Michael, Michael” Jeremy’s blue eyes disarmed Michael’s heart and he felt all his taunts and best friend banter go out the window and into speeding traffic. “Say…uh…you usually buy your weed…mind…ya know…” He swayed a bit, pulling a very sweet Heere smile.
How could Michael say no? With a few groans and eye rolls, Jeremy slapped the bills into Michael’s hand went to wait for him inside of Spencer’s. Michael walked in with a little more sauve than Jeremy but he couldn’t shake the small voice that reminded him he was packing 600$ of money that didn’t belong to him. The drug deal was suddenly weighing on him a bit harder than his usually dime-bag deal. Still, Jeremy was counting on him and he pushed through the Payless and walked over to an exceptionally greasy looking stock boy behind the counter. “I’m here for the…stuff.” Michael leaned up against the desk, keeping his face turned away from the employee.
“The stuff?” He repeated in a monotone voice.
“Yea-yea man you know the stuff, that stuff, that special stuff.” Michael waved his hand coolly, he even popped the hood of his hoodie up adding to the effect. He was so suave, Jeremy would cream himself if he saw him. Wait—why did that come to mind. Suddenly Michael felt himself flush and a hand come to his mouth. Suddenly he felt the box nudge his arm and he looked down. So there it was…600 dollars worth of drugs. He opened it up to check and his face fell… “My…dude…” he muttered opening the box fully “what the hell is this?”
“Size eight-n-a half red pumps from the back room.” He shrugged, “We ran out a week ago, I’ve been holding onto it for the right price.”
“Do I look like I’m here for a size eight heel?” He pulled up the shoe by the heel and began to wave it around.
The stockman shrugged then waved his hand over his face, “probably and maybe a tictac.”
Michael groaned and leaned in a bit to the counter against the stockboy’s wishes. “I’m here for…the squip?” He whispered watching the man’s eyes go from dull to very steely and cold. He gave Michael a nod and went to the backroom. After two long minutes of waiting he returned with a regular looking shoe box. Michael opened it up a second time half expecting another pair of shoes when he noticed a baggie with a long, off gray pill inside. “So…this is it?” This tiny thing was worth 600$?
“400.” The guy grunted, Michael blinked.
“Wait w-” “You heard me, four. Hundred.”
There was no arguing with that, Michael handed over the money saving Jeremy two hundred dollars and getting the drugs for him. He was going to be his hero. “Alright, oh can I have a tictac too?” He breathed into his closed hand and wondered if he had severe sushi breath.
“Here take it with Red Dew, and also, before you go I gotta tell you that–” He handed over the mint then realized Jenna was strolling over. “We’re all out!”
“Of…shoes?” She shook her head a bit then looked at Michael.
“Right.” The stock boy turned his attention to Jenna and left Michael to his devices. Michael didn’t seem to think there was anything else he needed to know. A drug was a drug and from what he knew pills got ingested. A part of him did worry though…his brother and his father were big on the war against drugs. His brother more so he was turning into Michael’s police man when it came to his future. He made his way towards the Spencer’s, thumbing the tictac in his hand while he examined the pill some more.
“Well lil buddy, you’re gonna make my buddy super cool…” He chuckled talking to the small pill. “Which shouldn’t be too hard, Jeremy is already the coolest, but I guess sharing that kind of cool-a-tude with the rest of the world won’t be bad. After all” Michael felt his smile soften a bit. “After, all Christine won’t be able to resist him once she gets to know him.”
For a second Michael thought about…well what if he didn’t give this to Jeremy. Nothing would change, he wouldn’t have to share Jeremy with anyone. No one would have to know how Jeremy was awesome at Mario Kart, or the fact he held the n64 controller WRONG by using that weird middle handle. Or the way he wrinkled his nose right before he laughed like he was trying to fight it back. No one had to know that Jeremy could name the best 80s B-rate horror films in order of blood content. No one had to know that Jeremy had a small mole on his hip that as a kid his father would say was his tickle button. No one had to know the Jeremy Michael knew…He held the pill in his hand feeling like he could crush it in his palm…then sighed, stuffing it in his pocket.
It would crush Jeremy. It would suck if Jeremy was unhappy. He bit his bottom lip and smiled, feeling his muscles relax with defeat. If this made Jeremy happy… well then Michael didn’t need any more reason than that. After all what were bros for? He smirked as he watched Jeremy narrowly avoid half of the anime merch, even with his back to it, Michael knew he was probably eyeing some shirt or poster. “Jeeeer” Michael sang as he walked through the store. “I got your drugs.”
“MICHAEL” Jeremy shrieked cupping both hands at his mouth. “Don’t! SAY!THAT!” He hissed, turning red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.
“Tehe.” Michae chuckled beneath his hands. “Alright, alright, oh and I saved you 200$.”
“Wow, and here was worried I blew ALL of my money.” Jeremy opened the box and blinked. There was no pill, his face went pale for a second when Michael pulled his hand from his pocket and presented him with the small white pill. “Jesus, Michael you scared me!”
“Is it ok for a Jewish kid to swear to Jesus?” Jeremy shrugged a bit and it forced a small laugh out of Michael as his friend looked at the pill. “Well…there it is, cool in a capsule. You ready?”
“You wanna split it?” Jeremy asked his eyes on it, this was going to change his life. He could feel it.
“I don’t think it works like that…plus I like knowing when you’re cool, you’re gonna owe me.” He winked. “You gotta drink that with Mountain Dew, by the way.”
“Why?” Jeremy didn’t mind but it felt like a strange combination.
“No clue, just do it.” Michael was ready to watch Jeremy take his first steps into drug induced popularity when his phone buzzed. He snatched it out of his hoodie pocket and pouted. “I gotta run, brother is coming home tomorrow and I have to help mom clean out his room.”
“I didn’t think Ryan would be back so soon, isn’t he like…in college?”
“Yea he’s only coming for a short while before finals hit him. Then we won’t hear from him for another few weeks.” Michael shrugged, “sooo that means tomorrow night, we’re hanging at your place!”
With a ruffle of Jeremy’s short, tuffed brown hair Michael was off. He didn’t hear much from Jeremy after that, Michael felt like asking how it went and whether he was alright. However he was probably enjoying his new popularity, more importantly his mom had him carry down boxes of junk that had been storing in Ryan’s room to the basement, Aka Michael’s man cave. “Are we done yet, MA?” He called from down stairs feeling grungier than usual.
“Si~” She sang from the kitchen.
Michael slumped into his beanbag and stared at the second one beside him. He wondered if Jeremy would be too cool for video games? No, that was unlikely. Jeremy would be himself, just…maybe less sweaty and better breath. “Ah… right.” He dug his hands into his pocket and found his tictac. He popped it into his mouth and rolled it around in his tongue. It wasn’t right, no mint flavor and it was surprisingly sleeker than he thought.
“Michael, tienes hambre? (Michae are you hungry?)” his mother called from upstairs.
“Nah Ma I’m fine-aH” He spoke while his tongue was still testing the strange pill in his mouth. He felt the tictac roll down his throat and in a moment of pure shock he reached for his soda and chugged it down dislodging the small object from his throat canal. “Fuck…” He hissed, gulping making sure he was not going to choke on a tictac. What a lame death that would be.
Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his watery eyes. The moment past and he reached for his phone realizing he had a missed call from Jeremy. Probably called while he was helping his mother. His hand paused when he heard, so clearly a voice say.
Calibrating Cerebral functions
“Huh…” Michael looked around and stared at his TV which was very clearly off.
Its okay Hypaa we'll love you and cherish you regardless of your pursuits. And if you DO publish an actual book. *starry eyes* PLEASE PLEASE INFORM US!!!! I WANT TO READ WHAT YOU WRITR CAUSE YOU HAVE A BRILLIANT MIND AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL *hugs*
WHY ARE Y'ALL SO GREAT, OMG
I will most definitely let folks know on here when I’ve done such a massive thing like that. I’m great at building on already established universes, which is why fanfiction is so enthralling to me. Someone else started the idea, and all I have to do is finish it, lol! So the idea of starting from scratch and building my own characters and settings and all that got me like
My bf has really tried pushing me on writing a novel and I’ve been completely reticent on it because I don’t feel like I’m ready. But hell, when was I ever ready to do any of the things that have turned out great in my life?
Welp, until then… lemme just focus on smut. Yes. LOL
ah dang okay so I was doing just dandy for like three months and now apparently my paranoia has decided to fuckin spike out of nowhere like oh ok we’re doing this again are we, we’re riding the rollercoaster of doom, lovely, just lovely, feels good, feels organic, how do I get off
Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.
Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?
Well… I have talked to people and seen public
conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess
I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I
haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school.
I just can’t update constantly like others - even though
some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep
going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to
me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have.
I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go
around better… but anyway - back to your question.
While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people
to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving
that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot
of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did
get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the
beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my
fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to
make it not as bad as it is now…
It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the
first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am
not needed for my own character at points.
It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop
interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as
an innocent child to ship with Fresh.
And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it.
But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late
for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that
PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless
battle to me.
And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then
I can fully say my thoughts on this.
So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff
it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already
with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me,
frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the
first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about
artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they
have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those
People misspell my username all the time - I actually
claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.
People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ”
when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki.
People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of
OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are
pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around
Even just basic personality traits… and these things are
happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for.
I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t
know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I
want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story…
and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but
close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role
with another character. I’m still weighing options.
Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time
and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…
And what happens?
You said it Anon.
They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people
think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much
free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back
talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it.
As an artist and a character designer…
It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and
stories ever again online.
Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one…
why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress,
frustration, and time… why even try it again?
I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it,
it didn’t really matter.
I think I should have stuck with that thought process.
In conclusion, there are some major things to take away
here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point
of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the
different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from
this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of
PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original
character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my
character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning
is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my
foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating
things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I
just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be
focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all
claim as truth.
Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating
characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino
UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made
many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom
entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what
they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s
player’s videos of it again.
And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s
personality and actions.