[ M I G R A I N E ] { flo's challenge }

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so i get stressed.
a lot.
and i have luckily received the trait of migraines every week from my mom.
so what do i do?
artistic things, such as writing and drawing.
and i'm a very uninspired person.
so here we go. flo's challenge.
thank you, love, for these prompts ❤︎

1.// "Did you steal my Poptart?" x
2.// "We could be hero's!"
3.// "We should be lovers..."
4.// "SNAAAAAAAAAAKE!"
5.// "What do you mean, NO?!"
6.// "THIS IS JUST BUSINESS!"
7.// "Maybe, just one more slice."
8.// "You can't leave! You'll die..."
9.// "I was a fool to believe..."
10.// "It all ends, today."
11.// "You must..."
12.// "You're just a silly girl!"
13.// "The show must go on..."
14.// "Just one more day, please..."
15.// "You can't just kill people!"
16.// "Seriously, who ate my Poptart?!"
17.// "I only speak the truth."
18.// "Don't let go Jack! Wait... you already did... rats."
19.// "I did not want this!"
20.// "What do you mean he's dead?!"
21.// "I haven't eaten in three days!"
22.// "Who am I? Not Jean Valjean..."
23.// "Did you just..."
24.// "Do. Not. Touch. That."
25.// "YOU JUST TOUCHED IT!"
26.// "I would never say that to you."
27.// "My receding hair line has been kissed..."
28.// "You have Elvis Presley eyes... I would know."
29.// "Dude, chocolates are bomb."
30.// "Could you... stay with me tonight?"
31.// "I can't loose you!"
32.// "Please... marry me."
33.// "I can't hug you..."
34.// "You call that a kiss?"
35.// "Since when did I ask for it to snow?"
36.// "I'M BATMAN" "No... no you are not."
37.// "NEVER SAY THAT WORD!"
38.// "I HAVE TB!" "No you have a cold!"
39.// "Can you not?!"
40.// "Tis only a flesh wound!"
41.// "Could you stop jumping for one minute?!'
42.// "Please repeat that, I wasn't listening."
43.// "You love me?"
44.// "Never do that again."
45.// "I dare you to lick that..."
46.// "What do you think of children?"
47.// "I like, like you."
48.// "BY GODS..."
49.// "I just wanted you..."
50.// "Damn it! I died again!"

51.// "I'm a mess."
52.// "Hey! Little ears are around!"
53.// "Please, don't cry..."
54.// "YOU PLAGIARIZING PIG!"
55.// "Since when did Disney add this?!
56.// "It only get's worse"
57.// "Oh crap..."
58.// "Please tell me that is not what I think it is."
59.// "What did you think I was doing?"
60.// "ALL HAIL ...!"
61.// "Now why did you do that?"
62.// "You have beautiful eyes."
63.// "Let's travel the world!"
64.// "I DON'T SPEAK FRENCH!"
65.// "Whatever happened to Joel?"
66.// "No way in, no way out."
67.// ""I will have my vengeance."
68.// "Grow up!"
69.// "I found the ring!"
70.// "We should run... like now!"
71.// "Can you please shut up?" "No."
72.// "I found that cliff..."
73.// "Are you sure that is safe to eat?"
74.// "I TOLD YOU TO GOOGLE MAP IT!"
75.// "Who died and made you queen?!"
76.// "Ich Sprechen Deustch"
77.// "Now wait a second, buster."
78.// "I would kill for you."
79.// "The greatest thing, is you."
80.// "I am a literary vampire."
81.// "A stake through the heart would kill anybody..."
82.// "Bon Jovi is my jam!"
83.// "Kiss me.. now."
84.// "I seem to have lost my contact."
85.// "TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON!"
86.// "DON'T SHOOT!"
87.// "Oh no... he has a sword too."
88.// "Are you sure it's dead?"
89.// "Ummmmm..."
90.// "I can't write anything good."
91.// "We aren't in Hogwarts!"
92.// "Please, stay with me."
93.// "He's not breathing!"
94.// "I...love...yo-"
95.// "She's gone."
96.// "Sir, where are your pants?"
97.// "I can't even."
98.// "I believe in you."
99.// "What can I say... you're welcome."
100.// "The sea... it calls me."

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He was shoved roughly to the ground, laughter erupting around him from the only six kids who ran the high school. You would think they would be much too old for this by now... Danny rolled over onto his back, groaning at the already apparent pain in his ribs. He looked up to see the kid who always looked conflicted between two emotions with extremely curly hair, the one boy everyone always seemed afraid of who always wore his sunglasses and bandana, no matter who told him to take it off, the boy that had always appeared as the roughest and scariest, though he had small butterflies decorating everything he owned as well as the prominence of the number 3, the male who always wore the baseball cap and seemed to have duct tape over his mouth {a supposed deal for him to join the group because no one ever really liked him}, the guy with the blank face that seemed to have no emotion at all, but he always seemed able to make the others laugh, and the ringleader, Jorel. His gauges were no doubt part of what made the girls fall for him, as well as his obsession with cigarettes, an unlit stick always hanging out of his mouth even indoors.

"Can you guys just leave me alone?" The blonde grunted, his hair shimmering like gold in the dim lighting of the hallway. "I'd think you would be old enough to stop picking on me," He growled, trying to get up when Jorel pushed him back down to the ground with his foot. The group always had a habit of picking on the weaker kid in school, Danny being two years behind the rest.

Aron, the duct taped outcast, blew through his nose to imitate a scoff, quickly stopping when he received a dirty glare from Johnny, the 'butterfly boy'. "Oh Danny boy, we're never going to leave you alone," Charlie, the rather intimidating second in command said, his voice only slightly muffled through his bandana. "When will you ever learn what we want?" He growled slightly. One didn't need to see his eyes to know he was glaring daggers at the small boy beneath Jorel's foot.

He opened his mouth to say something, quickly shutting it with a look of confusion. The top dogs, the kings of the school, the mean girls, the Undead wanted something from him?

"Danny," Jorel said, sounding surprisingly young and not nearly as intimidating as you would think a leader would be. "You do know we're called Undead," Danny nodded slightly, a little breathless from the shock of the leader's voice. He hardly spoke, mostly communicating to his group through hands and motions. "Well, the Undead isn't quite complete. Yes, everyone envies us. Yes, we run this school. Yes, all the girls love us. But it's fear that drives them, Danny. Fear. We can't just run on fear," He paused, toying with the unused cigarette in his mouth. "Fear runs out. Everyone knows that. Goldie," He said, referring to Danny's dandelion hair, causing the younger boy to blush quite a bit. "We need more. Our group has strength, looks, and all that. But we don't have compassion."

Aron let out a muffled "Damn right,", earning a swift punch to the gut from Johnny. "What the hell did you just say?" He growled, standing over the duct taped boy who had fallen to the ground from the force of the punch, showing no compassion, mercy, or kindness as Jorel had just said.

Jorel turned on his heel, keeping his toes on Danny. "Johnny. Enough." His voice was a hiss that sent a shiver through Danny's body, and the rest of the group went dead silent. The leader turned back around. "Like I was saying, you have what we're missing. We're the Undead. Can you be the Hollywood?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Not long after Danny accepted their invitation, he and Jorel were hanging out. All. The. Time. They were practically inseparable, and a rumor even sparked stating the two were dating. They were reminiscing one night over their childhood days, enjoying some poptarts and a few drinks. As Danny took a bite of the fudge flavored breakfast pastry, Jorel seemed to be examining his own. "Y'know, it's kind of funny..." He said, swiftly taking a bite of his poptart. "Our whole feud started because you stole my poptart when I was in kindergarten," He laughed, his mouth full.

Danny looked over, rolling his eyes. "You still remember that? Seriously?"

"Of course. But really, did you steal my poptart?"

The blonde shoved his friend, successfully knocking the other male off the couch they had been sitting on which was now littered with cans and boxes of poptarts. The poptart theft started a horrible rivalry that went through grade school, haunting Danny's school days, and it promptly led to an incredible friendship throughout the entire group that now went by Hollywood Undead. A perfect unity of fear, toughness, kindness, and compassion. All over a missing poptart.

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wow. that was... all over the place. i started writing then suddenly forgot i had a prompt. so, uhm, sorry 'bout that. but i guess it turned out alright. i promise the next ones will be more on topic. :p
also, a fanfic one shot was just to get into the swing of things. the rest will be my own, made up characters unless i completely run out of motivation.

hollywood undead
including deuce/aron