Ct Fanfic

where is my screaming

 

idk all I know is that my ears still ring sometimes. I have nightmares now. thanks.

 

I’m making a part two, I’ll be sure to include it

 

NO I'M MAKING A PT 2 IT'S ALMSOT DONE 1 SEC

 

No u

 

Ok, so some context:
PST gang is somewhat of an inside joke, just all the people in the CT that are in PST (Pacific standard time). This fanfic, is, by @Marco 's definition 'a Romeo and Juliet parody' between @nicktree and I, with EST and PST gangs being the 'families' that hate each other. Enjoy the cringe:

THE SOUNDS OF SCREAMS PIERCED THE AIR.

Across the hallway, the mods were chained to their desks slamming their hands against their keyboards furiously. Judging by the sounds, one slammed their thumb into the ‘H’ key so hard it bent backwards. Fire blew out from underneath the door, in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. Cries for help spewed out of the room like water out of a faucet.


I woke up in my bed, my head laying on nicktree’s shoulder. I was so comfy in his warm embrace I didn’t want to leave, but then I heard Salted’s voice from down the stairs:

“TIME TO WORK, OR 10 LASHINGS!”

I shook Nick a little bit, and tried to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open.

“Hey love, time to wake up. I’ll get breakfast. Love you!” I said. He rolled out of bed and sat down at his desk, next to mine. I slipped on a loose fitting shirt from the floor to put over the somewhat revealing sleep clothes I had put on, and rushed downstairs, my feet hitting all the steps in rapid succession, and as my feet carried me down the steps, I heard a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP. I picked up a plate of waffles, eyeing Snerp in the corner, breaking the printer with the hundreds of cursed images he tried to print at once. He was holding a Jalapeno, taking large bites out of it, revelling in each CRUNCH. I ran back up the stairs, the waffles on the plate jiggling with each time my foot landed, almost falling off.

I threw the plate onto our desk and jumped onto the bed, grabbing it back and holding it in my lap.

“Hey Nick, Want some?” I said, outstretching my arm with the plate in my hand as I sat with my legs crossed on the bed.

“Sure”, he responded, grabbing one and promptly sitting down next to me on the bed. I kissed him and then put my head on his shoulder again. His face turned red, and we both took bites out of our waffles. I felt a small rush of wind, and a note spear hit my cheek. I unfolded the note spear and found a message for me:


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WHAT: PST GANG MEETING

URGENCY: MANDATORY

WHERE: PST GANG BLANKET FORT

WHEN: NOW

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“Oof.” I said “Gotta go, sorry. I’ll be back soon.”

“I understand. Stuff happens, no problem” He said. “Love you!”

“Love you more!” I retorted. We had a short laugh, and I bolted out the door.

I turned a left into the upstairs hallway, and jogged past Bob’s room, where I paused to see him browsing cursed images and loudly screaming “UWU!”. I went a couple doors past Bob’s into the PST ULTRAGANGER COOKEDPELVIS’S ROOM. I snuck into the PST gang hideout (PST gang blanket fort) with Sans, Cooked, Tbone, corpe_, Mergual, and-Wait, Where was Cruuk? A SHRIEK BLASTED THROUGH THE AIR, I HEARD SOMEONE SCREAM AND RUN THROUGH THE HALLWAY, HITTING EVERYTHING ON THE WAY. They hit the doorframe so hard it bent, and jumped onto the fort, collapsing it with us inside

“CRUUK WHAT THE HELL!?” sanmarcosjca (Sans) yelled, muffled by the weight of Mergual, Cruuk, and several ‘In-N-Out’ wrappers. We heard 3 pairs of feet running, when Bob, DaBlue, and Oculus come running in with airsoft guns, opening fire on us at our weakest. THE EST GANG HAD ATTACKED.
Thinking fast, I got up and threw what was left of my waffle at DaBlue so hard she dropped her gun and then coughed for several minutes because she’s always coughing.

Sans picked a dartboard off the wall, and threw it like a discus at Oculus, slapping the gun out of his hand and sending him reeling onto the floor, panting. Bob had ran out of bullets, but wasn’t ready to stop. He went charging after corpe_, but Mergual jumped in front of him, taking the blow for him. corpe_ picked DaBlue’s Illness covered gun, and used it like a club, counteracting Bob’s blows. When Bob would try to strike, corpe_ would block, but eventually corpe_ wore out, and after a swift blow to the legs, corpe_ crumpled and fell to the floor. Bob, The EST Ultraganger was now going for PST ULTRAGANGER CookedPelvis.

Cooked used his Youtuber Magic and pulled out hordes of fans from dimensions unknown, climbing over Bob, and eventually pinning him to the floor. I picked up Oculus’ gun and pointed it at Bob.


“It’s over” I tried to say, before DaBlue interrupted me from her position under the doorframe. She was holding nicktree, with a gun to his head: “Not so fast,” she said. “Don't forget, Nick isn't part of PST gang”

DaBlue continued “Your husband, the love of your life, Nicktree is in EST. Now what would happen if Cooked found out you weren't married to PST gang? He could think this betrayal. So choose: kill Bob and be have your secret exposed, then be ostracized from PST gang, and I kill your husband, or drop the gun and don't kill him, but save your husband and have PST gang kick you out for not killing the EST ultraganger.”

What if I shot DaBlue to free nick, then shot Bob? Do I have enough bullets? I thought. I checked the gun. Only 1 bullet left. Shit, I thought.


DaBlue interrupted my train of thought “you're running out of time, Cooked’s fans can't keep Bob restrained for too long, Bob's raw furry power is too much for mortals to restrain for long.”

“Cooked,” I said “Let him go.”

“Are you insane, Quint?!”, he snapped back

“Do it.” I said.

Cooked tapped his right wrist twice, and his fans were sucked back into the dimensions unknown they came from. Bob was freed again, behind me, Bob and cooked fought, Ultraganger against Ultraganger. I ran towards Nick, DaBlue still keeping him hostage, and slammed my gun like a club into DaBlue’s lower back. She crumpled in pain. “AUGHHHH!!!!” She screamed, but Nick was free and that's what I cared about. Cooked shoved Bob into the wall, next to where DaBlue was. They both got up, holding hands. They raised their arms into the air “We have joined as one, Boblue.”

Nick, Cooked, and I stood bewildered.

“Don't you see? This is a battle between couples.”

Cooked stepped back.

“Alright,” I said “Then Nick and I join as one couple, QuinTree.”

Nick went straight after DaBlue, both of them throwing punches, DaBlue coughing, trying to give Nick Illness. I went after Bob, the both of us fighting with table legs as if they were swords. Nick got DaBlue into a closet and shut her inside. Nick and I against Bob.

Bob laughed bitterly: “2 against 1? Finally, a fight that MIGHT be worthy of my time.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand” Said CookedPelvis . “More like 8 against 1.”

Cooked had used his Ultraganger powers to raise fellow pst gangers from their state of defeat. Together, we chanted a PST gang spell and sent Bob hurtling back into the void. And thus, one of the many battles between the EST and PST gangs had concluded.


LATER THAT DAY…


I'm in my bedroom, and Nick and I are both in bed, talking.

“I just don't get why we have to fight. It doesn't make sense.” Nick said.

“Well, I don't know. But just because I'm PST gang and your EST, doesn't mean we have to fight. I'm always gonna love you, no matter what.” I said.

“Well, as long as we got each other, we're good.”

“I love you”

“I love you too”


It was time to sleep, but, before I knew it I was climbing on top of him, and, well…. ;)

 

We need to colab

 

Yah yeet erotic fanfic time

 

Dm me on discord and let’s get to work

 

UPDATE: I am writing a part two. If any of the CT/mods want to specifically be in it, DM me on discord and we can go from there.
(I also added this to the main post as well)

 

<3

 

<3 love you too

 

IN AND OUT IS THE BEST

uwu time to come out

 

FIVE GUYS IS BETTER IDC WHAT ANY OF MY PST GANGER FRIENDS SAY. FRICKIN AAAAAAAAAAAUAUAUAUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!

 

I can see that xD the reply was ment to be ironic. :D

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HA GAEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Fellow talented artists of wynn. We need this turned into dojin

 

You forgot my secret power to flirt with all da cute bois UwU.

 

Why are you like this? Who hurt you? Get help.

 

LOL XD that's what they all say XD LMFAO XD LOL OWO UWU :3

 

i was expecting a really badly written fanfic that would contain content thatd get me specifically banned

i was wrong

i want more

(hint im an scp writer you should let me co write this)

 

I made a continuation.

Spoiler: e

"Okay, everyone sit down, and let's all eat," jpresent said.

Salted came in with the appetizers first; dinner rolls, some cheese and salted crackers, and some small salads. Then, the main course, A honey glazed ham with cloves, collard greens, and more salad. Everyone drank water, except for Selvut, who sought solace in his extreme tiredness through a bottle of orange juice.

"Hey! I thought we drank orange juice every night!" Toy finally said.

"We're low on orange juice, and water is good for you, suck it up," Grian said.

The dinner table was very loud and obnoxious, even with food before them, the CTs would not stop comparing quest ideas, item values, and builds. The mods had clumped together on one side of the table and were discussing a problematic ban appeal, though it wasn't really going anywhere, since half of them had bread sticking out of the corner of their mouths. jpresent and Adeerable were deep in conversation. XavierEXE and Selvut pulled out their phones and began to text pictures of the notes of a song they had been working on.

jpresent came over to Selvut and grabbed the phone from his hands.

"Hey!" Selvut exclaimed, and made a lazy attempt to grab his phone again.

"No phones at the dinner table. You can get this back after dinner, okay?" jpresent walked away. Xavier put his phone back into his pocket, and turned to another Item Team member to discuss the values on a mythic.

Soon, everything was eaten. Tantibus began to rap his knuckles repeatedly against the table. "Can we go now? Everyone's done eating!"

"Yeah, go ahead. You're all getting +1 karma," Salted said. With this, the Content Team immediately hurried up the stairs, and the door to their dorms opened, and shut quickly.

The moderators looked over at jpresent, who simply nodded. They all rushed up the stairs, as well.

Salted stretched his arms into the air, and began to yawn.

"Uhh, I'm full. Want to go watch TV?" Salted asked.

"Yeah."

The admins walked into the living room, where Jumla sat, on the couch. He had not moved from that spot in over 2 weeks.

"What's up?" Jumla said.

"Nothing, we're just gonna watch some TV," Grian said.

"Sweet. The Walking Dead is on in 10 minutes. Want to watch that?"

"Sure."

Upstairs, the GM's were hard at work. AscendedKitten was sitting on her bed, reading a quest another GM had made, writing critique in small words with a pen whenever she felt needed. Selvut decided that he could take another hour of whipping in exchange for some sleep, so he was out cold. Abiswas and XavierEXE were composing a song together. Headset began to scream as his motherboard began to overheat. Imaxelius was looking over the shoulder of another GM, pointing to the GM's monitor several times. The rest were either on the CT Server or playing hypixel.

The Builder Team was having... fun? Somehow. They were all building the Content Team Neighborhood in secret. Though they had powertooled sticks to teleport them to the Road to Dern area the second Grian came in to check on them. Nevertheless, the Content Team Neighborhood was going along smoothly.

The CMDs were.... the CMDs.

The Mod Team's room was in chaos. Constantly receiving complaints from players, having to teleport from server to server in order to ban hackers, and the ban appeals were coming in at alarming rates. But the real horrors had just begun. Ever so often. Oculism's darkness covered hand would drift forward, grab a Moderator by the neck, and drag them to the basement, whilst the other Moderators watched in horror, knowing from experience that the mod would come back scarred and insane, and that Oculism was coming for them as well.

The night had drawn on, a few daring CT Members were asleep, the others slowing in their work or reading over their work on their beds. The Moderators were still discussing ban appeals, and jumped at the sight of the kidnapped Stag2001 returning, his eyes dead and glassy. He staggered to his bed and collapsed, his sleep tainted by nightmares that made him relive the torturous experience of being in the basement.

In the morning, a few CT members rushed off to the bus to school. The others either were in college and had the day off, or just did not go to school at all. The work hours continued, only to be interrupted by breakfast and bathroom breaks.

TBC

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