Star Bright
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Last night on Skype Dev and I were having this... very very weird RP. I got some random inspiration this morning to make a half fanfic transcription of it for no real reason at all. Hope you enjoy it!
Flandre Scarlet and Devin Donielson (whom his friends referred to as simply “Dev”) were enjoying one of their favorite pastimes together: Sitting on a park bench in the middle of nowhere, enjoying a picnic together. They had been friends ever since Flandre had moved into Nintendo ThreeDee town a few months back.
Dev looked down as he was finishing his sandwich. “You know Flan,” he started, “I have a random question for you.” Flan looked up at Dev ponderingly. “Yes?” she asked him. “What is it?” Dev made eye contact with Flandre. “Umm…” he hesitated. “Why… Uh…”
“It’s ok, you can ask me whatever you want”, she said.
“Why… don’t you love me?”
Flandre reeled back slightly. “What did you just say?”
“Why… don’t you love me, Flan?”
Flandre sighed. “Haven’t we had this discussion before?”
“Uh, no”, Dev snapped back. “No we have not. And I’m getting a little frustrated. You know I like you. I know you like me. But why don’t you… love me?”
Flandre looked away, shutting her eyes. “You know I love Smith, Dev. You know I’ve loved him for some time.”
“But you know he doesn’t love you back, Flan! I mean, look at the signs! Every time you say you love him, he rejects you, and yet you always brush off all his statements by telling him he’s cute! I just don’t get it; what do you see in him?!”
Tears started to well up in Flandre’s eyes. “You know that we’re destined to be soul mates. He just… hasn’t opened his mind to the idea yet, that’s all.”
“But you know deep down he really doesn’t love you! And you also know I love you, yet you reject me the same way SMF does to you! Why won’t you open your eyes and see who’s really loving you here?!”
“You don’t love me!” Flandre screamed. “You don’t love me at all! Besides, the only reason you say you love me is for smex! That’s it!”
“Ok, first off, smex is very enjoyable, thank you very much. Second off, you’re wrong. I truly do love you, but you’re playing hard to get! Why do you do this?”
“You’re lying!” Flandre was practically shouting at the top of her lungs. “You’ve been trying to smex rape me since we first met!”
“That was a kiss. I was trying to kiss you”, Dev muttered angrily. He continued, “Besides, I told you I love you, but all you’ve done is ignore me!”
“You don’t!”
“Maybe it’s… because you think I’m insane?”
“What?”
Flandre looked up at Dev. She noticed that something was wrong by the ferocious look in Dev’s eyes. In fact, they weren’t even their usual brown color. They were starting to glow a bright crimson.
“Uh… Dev? Are you all right?”
“That’s it! You really do think I’m insane! Well, then, here’s insane for ya!”
Dev immediately lunged at Flandre, but Flandre anticipated this the moment before. As Dev tried to bear-tackle Flandre, she quickly dodged to the right.
“Kuso”, Flandre cursed. Being a youkai vampire, Flandre had always had the ability to speak in both English and Japanese. She preferred to talk in English, but every once in a while she would sub-consciously change which language she spoke. “Watashi wa ima no mama suru hitsuyÅ ga arimasu…” she mumbled to herself, which in English roughly meant “I need to leave now…”
Flandre started to fly away from Dev as quickly as possible. As she was leaving, she turned around and focused on Dev, who was standing, looking at her with a wild look. As she concentrated, Flandre tried to perform her signature ability: Destroying anything by blowing it up. As she attempted to use her power, the insane Dev quickly realized what was going on and jumped out of the way. He ran in the opposite direction from Flandre, causing her to sigh in relief. Flandre turned around and started flying away, hoping that Dev would come to his senses soon enough.
Her feeling of relief was unfortunately short-lived. A minute later, Flandre heard a strange noise coming from behind her. She turned around and gasped in horror. Dev had managed to find a jetpack and was quickly catching up with her. Flandre screamed in terror and quickly changed course, desperate to shake Dev off somehow. However fast Flandre attempted to fly away, Dev was slightly faster. Five minutes later, Dev had caught up to Flandre. As soon as he was close enough, Dev promptly punched Flandre in the back.
“Ow!” Flandre screamed. “What was that for?!”
“That was for denying me… for the last time.”
Dev turned the throttle on his jetpack up to full blast and body-slammed Flandre in midair, sending them both tumbling toward the ground. Flandre could do nothing but watch as they both impacted with a large “THUD!” that left a small crater in the ground.
While Flandre was winded, she was able to focus long enough to attempt to blow Dev up again. While Dev wasn’t quick enough to dodge her next blast, he wasn’t affected by it, either.
Flandre gasped. “How… is that possible?!”
Dev regarded her with a cold, deep stare. “INSANITY KILLS”, he yelled.
Flandre almost started to cry from the immense amount of fear that was building up inside her. In desperation, she looked around for anything that could help her.
Flandre then realized something. “Atarimae”, she whispered. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”
Flandre then, without any warning whatsoever, launched a ring of bullets at Dev in the hopes of distracting him long enough to make a getaway. She watched in triumph as a bullet managed to hit dev directly in his stomach, knocking him flat on the ground. Flandre slowly stood up, ready to fly away. Just as her feet left the ground though, Flandre yelped as she felt something grab on to it with an iron grip. “Are you serious?!” Flandre screamed.
“Heh heh heh.” Dev threw Flan on a couple of feet away, where she landed with enough force to take out an adult mule.
“ALL I WANTED WAS LOVE”, he shouted as he slowly started walking over to her. “BUT NO. I WAS DENIED THAT.”
Flandre barely had enough energy to stand. She quickly ducked under a nearby table, holding on for dear life.
“OOH, IS IT A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK NOW? PEEKABOO, I SEE YOU!”
Dev picked up the table and threw it so far away that neither Flan nor Dev could hear it hit the ground. Dev then grabbed a hold of Flandre by the left wing, causing her excruciating pain.
Flandre couldn’t even let out a little squeal. The ferocity of Dev had taken its toll on her. Dev smashed Flandre into the ground, causing her to almost lose consciousness.
Dev’s insanity-fueled anger was not satisfied, yet. He then launched a series of punches so brutal that there would be a censor bar over them if they were ever shown on a live-action TV show.
As Dev was getting ready to land one final, ultra punch on the limp Flandre, he suddenly seized up. All of a sudden, his eyes turned back into their regular dark brown. His body suddenly felt drained of any energy whatsoever. As he looked upon Flandre, who was lying unconscious in the ground with a series of nasty cuts and bruises, he suddenly fell to the ground and did not move again.
A few days later, Dev woke up to a loud crash. He jolted up, not having a clue where the sudden sound had come from. As he scanned his environment, he noticed that he was in some brightly-colored room. “Oh darn it!” he heard a familiar voice say over to his right. He looked over and saw Flandre standing there with a tray and a shattered pitcher of water spread all over the floor. “What… what’s going on?”
“OH! Dev, you came to!” Flandre said.
“Hi Flan. Do you mind telling me where we are?”
“Oh. Um, we’re in a psychiatrist’s office.”
“H-huh? Why?”
“Are you serious? Do you not remember anything that happened over the past few days?”
Dev thought for a minute. “No, not at all. Why, what happened?”
“What happened,” Flandre started with a bitter tone, “was that you tried to smex me, and when that didn’t work, you attacked me so brutally you left us both out in the middle of nowhere, unconscious for several days. How could you not remember that?”
“WHAT?!” Dev shouted out. “I did no such thing!”
“You did! If you need any proof, look at yourself!”
Flandre averted her gaze as Dev looked into a mirror that was laying off to the side. Dev gasped in shock. His face had multiple scars all over it, and his eyes were bloodshot-red. His hair was very messy, and his eyebrows were singed. Dev studied his face for a moment before asking, “I… did I go insane again?”
Flandre looked back over to where Dev was seated. “Yes,” she replied with a hurt tone, “Yes you did.”
“Did you… try to blow me up?”
Flandre looked away again. “…Yes. I tried to.”
They both sat there for a minute in awkward silence, when Dev said, “Nobody loves me.”
“That’s… not true.” Flandre attempted to cut in.
“You don’t love me.”
“Please, let’s try not to have this happen again…”
“It’s all because… of Smith! It’s Smith’s fault!” Dev started to get the wild, red look in his eyes again.
Flandre sighed. “No, please…”
“SMITH MUST DIE!” Dev screamed at the top of his lungs. He looked around for the nearest window and leaped out of it, landing in a shrub a few feet below. He stumbled out and quickly ran off.
“Not again…” Flandre sighed before giving chase to Dev.
Flandre flew much faster than Dev could walk, so catching up to Dev was not the problem for Flandre. The problem was figuring out how to stop Dev before he could kill her love. Before Flandre could work out a plan, Dev had already managed to reach Smith’s house. Flandre gasped when she saw that Smith wasn’t inside his house, he was outside. She watched in horror as the insane Dev pulled out a knife while running at full speed towards Smith. Smith saw the threat coming a little too late. Before he could react, Dev was already only a few feet in front of him.
“Wh- what’s going on Dev?” Smith asked, afraid.
“Heh heh heh.” Dev spoke in a louder voice than normal, although he wasn’t exactly yelling out everything he said. “Your time has come, Smith.”
Before he got the chance to scream “NO!” Dev had already thrusted the knife towards Smith. As Smith prepared for the worst to happen, he felt a poke… but not by a sharp knife point. It was by Dev’s index finger.
Dev reeled back as he realized the knife he was using had suddenly exploded into a bunch of tiny fragments. He looked up and saw Flandre floating up in the sky, her palm extended toward him. Before he could say “cheese nuggets”, Dev roared in pain as Flandre hit him with another destruction spell.
Once the pain had subsided, Dev fell to the ground. He was alive – somehow – and he was no longer insane – somehow.
Flandre flew down to where Dev and Smith were standing. Dev looked up at Flandre, then fell back down to the ground, sobbing.
“I’m not worth anything… to anyone…” he cried.
“Come on, Dev, you know that’s not true.” Flandre put her hand on Dev’s shoulder.
“I should… I should just kill myself and spare you guys any more suffering…”
Without warning Dev pulled out a gun from seemingly nowhere and held it up to himself. “Goodbye…”
He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.
Confused, Dev looked over to his hand, where he saw nothing but dust floating away in the wind. Her looked over to Flandre, and realized what had happened.
“…Seriously Dev? You were about to commit suicide?” Flandre asked Dev, shaking her head.
“…Um, maybe.”
“Don’t. Please. You know we all care too much about you.”
“…Ok then.”
“What are you guys doing, being all melodramatic like that?” Smith asked in confusion, his head hurting from trying to process all that had just happened.
“It’s ok, Smith. I’m sorry.” Dev said. “I… went insane again.”
“Jeez, didn’t I tell you not to do that again? The last time you went insane, you caused quite a pain in my rear.”
“Yeah, sorry, again.”
Dev looked over at Flandre, who was looking noticeably shy.
Dev thought for a moment, then said,
“Hey, Smith, can I ask you something? In private?”
Smith looked at Dev with an eyebrow raised. “Uh, sure, whatever.”
Dev quickly whispered something in Smith’s ear.
“What, are you crazy?!” Smith growled.
“Come on, dude. I promise I won’t go insane anymore.”
Smith seemed to ponder this for a few minutes.
“…All right, fine”, he grumbled. “Hey, Flan.”
Flandre looked up quickly at Smith. “Y-yes?” she stammered.
“…Come here.”
Flandre slowly approached Smith who, without warning, hugged Flan as tightly as he could.
Flandre sighed, washed away with happiness in Smith’s arms.
“…I love you Smith.” She said.
“…I like you, Flan.”
Flandre rolled her eyes. It wasn’t what she was hoping for, but she figured it was good enough.
>.> Yeah, doesn't take a genius to see who this Smith fellow is.
And yes, that is a (roughly) accurate depiction of exactly what went down last night.
Uhh... Enjoy the rest of your day, I guess?
Flandre Scarlet and Devin Donielson (whom his friends referred to as simply “Dev”) were enjoying one of their favorite pastimes together: Sitting on a park bench in the middle of nowhere, enjoying a picnic together. They had been friends ever since Flandre had moved into Nintendo ThreeDee town a few months back.
Dev looked down as he was finishing his sandwich. “You know Flan,” he started, “I have a random question for you.” Flan looked up at Dev ponderingly. “Yes?” she asked him. “What is it?” Dev made eye contact with Flandre. “Umm…” he hesitated. “Why… Uh…”
“It’s ok, you can ask me whatever you want”, she said.
“Why… don’t you love me?”
Flandre reeled back slightly. “What did you just say?”
“Why… don’t you love me, Flan?”
Flandre sighed. “Haven’t we had this discussion before?”
“Uh, no”, Dev snapped back. “No we have not. And I’m getting a little frustrated. You know I like you. I know you like me. But why don’t you… love me?”
Flandre looked away, shutting her eyes. “You know I love Smith, Dev. You know I’ve loved him for some time.”
“But you know he doesn’t love you back, Flan! I mean, look at the signs! Every time you say you love him, he rejects you, and yet you always brush off all his statements by telling him he’s cute! I just don’t get it; what do you see in him?!”
Tears started to well up in Flandre’s eyes. “You know that we’re destined to be soul mates. He just… hasn’t opened his mind to the idea yet, that’s all.”
“But you know deep down he really doesn’t love you! And you also know I love you, yet you reject me the same way SMF does to you! Why won’t you open your eyes and see who’s really loving you here?!”
“You don’t love me!” Flandre screamed. “You don’t love me at all! Besides, the only reason you say you love me is for smex! That’s it!”
“Ok, first off, smex is very enjoyable, thank you very much. Second off, you’re wrong. I truly do love you, but you’re playing hard to get! Why do you do this?”
“You’re lying!” Flandre was practically shouting at the top of her lungs. “You’ve been trying to smex rape me since we first met!”
“That was a kiss. I was trying to kiss you”, Dev muttered angrily. He continued, “Besides, I told you I love you, but all you’ve done is ignore me!”
“You don’t!”
“Maybe it’s… because you think I’m insane?”
“What?”
Flandre looked up at Dev. She noticed that something was wrong by the ferocious look in Dev’s eyes. In fact, they weren’t even their usual brown color. They were starting to glow a bright crimson.
“Uh… Dev? Are you all right?”
“That’s it! You really do think I’m insane! Well, then, here’s insane for ya!”
Dev immediately lunged at Flandre, but Flandre anticipated this the moment before. As Dev tried to bear-tackle Flandre, she quickly dodged to the right.
“Kuso”, Flandre cursed. Being a youkai vampire, Flandre had always had the ability to speak in both English and Japanese. She preferred to talk in English, but every once in a while she would sub-consciously change which language she spoke. “Watashi wa ima no mama suru hitsuyÅ ga arimasu…” she mumbled to herself, which in English roughly meant “I need to leave now…”
Flandre started to fly away from Dev as quickly as possible. As she was leaving, she turned around and focused on Dev, who was standing, looking at her with a wild look. As she concentrated, Flandre tried to perform her signature ability: Destroying anything by blowing it up. As she attempted to use her power, the insane Dev quickly realized what was going on and jumped out of the way. He ran in the opposite direction from Flandre, causing her to sigh in relief. Flandre turned around and started flying away, hoping that Dev would come to his senses soon enough.
Her feeling of relief was unfortunately short-lived. A minute later, Flandre heard a strange noise coming from behind her. She turned around and gasped in horror. Dev had managed to find a jetpack and was quickly catching up with her. Flandre screamed in terror and quickly changed course, desperate to shake Dev off somehow. However fast Flandre attempted to fly away, Dev was slightly faster. Five minutes later, Dev had caught up to Flandre. As soon as he was close enough, Dev promptly punched Flandre in the back.
“Ow!” Flandre screamed. “What was that for?!”
“That was for denying me… for the last time.”
Dev turned the throttle on his jetpack up to full blast and body-slammed Flandre in midair, sending them both tumbling toward the ground. Flandre could do nothing but watch as they both impacted with a large “THUD!” that left a small crater in the ground.
While Flandre was winded, she was able to focus long enough to attempt to blow Dev up again. While Dev wasn’t quick enough to dodge her next blast, he wasn’t affected by it, either.
Flandre gasped. “How… is that possible?!”
Dev regarded her with a cold, deep stare. “INSANITY KILLS”, he yelled.
Flandre almost started to cry from the immense amount of fear that was building up inside her. In desperation, she looked around for anything that could help her.
Flandre then realized something. “Atarimae”, she whispered. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”
Flandre then, without any warning whatsoever, launched a ring of bullets at Dev in the hopes of distracting him long enough to make a getaway. She watched in triumph as a bullet managed to hit dev directly in his stomach, knocking him flat on the ground. Flandre slowly stood up, ready to fly away. Just as her feet left the ground though, Flandre yelped as she felt something grab on to it with an iron grip. “Are you serious?!” Flandre screamed.
“Heh heh heh.” Dev threw Flan on a couple of feet away, where she landed with enough force to take out an adult mule.
“ALL I WANTED WAS LOVE”, he shouted as he slowly started walking over to her. “BUT NO. I WAS DENIED THAT.”
Flandre barely had enough energy to stand. She quickly ducked under a nearby table, holding on for dear life.
“OOH, IS IT A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK NOW? PEEKABOO, I SEE YOU!”
Dev picked up the table and threw it so far away that neither Flan nor Dev could hear it hit the ground. Dev then grabbed a hold of Flandre by the left wing, causing her excruciating pain.
Flandre couldn’t even let out a little squeal. The ferocity of Dev had taken its toll on her. Dev smashed Flandre into the ground, causing her to almost lose consciousness.
Dev’s insanity-fueled anger was not satisfied, yet. He then launched a series of punches so brutal that there would be a censor bar over them if they were ever shown on a live-action TV show.
As Dev was getting ready to land one final, ultra punch on the limp Flandre, he suddenly seized up. All of a sudden, his eyes turned back into their regular dark brown. His body suddenly felt drained of any energy whatsoever. As he looked upon Flandre, who was lying unconscious in the ground with a series of nasty cuts and bruises, he suddenly fell to the ground and did not move again.
A few days later, Dev woke up to a loud crash. He jolted up, not having a clue where the sudden sound had come from. As he scanned his environment, he noticed that he was in some brightly-colored room. “Oh darn it!” he heard a familiar voice say over to his right. He looked over and saw Flandre standing there with a tray and a shattered pitcher of water spread all over the floor. “What… what’s going on?”
“OH! Dev, you came to!” Flandre said.
“Hi Flan. Do you mind telling me where we are?”
“Oh. Um, we’re in a psychiatrist’s office.”
“H-huh? Why?”
“Are you serious? Do you not remember anything that happened over the past few days?”
Dev thought for a minute. “No, not at all. Why, what happened?”
“What happened,” Flandre started with a bitter tone, “was that you tried to smex me, and when that didn’t work, you attacked me so brutally you left us both out in the middle of nowhere, unconscious for several days. How could you not remember that?”
“WHAT?!” Dev shouted out. “I did no such thing!”
“You did! If you need any proof, look at yourself!”
Flandre averted her gaze as Dev looked into a mirror that was laying off to the side. Dev gasped in shock. His face had multiple scars all over it, and his eyes were bloodshot-red. His hair was very messy, and his eyebrows were singed. Dev studied his face for a moment before asking, “I… did I go insane again?”
Flandre looked back over to where Dev was seated. “Yes,” she replied with a hurt tone, “Yes you did.”
“Did you… try to blow me up?”
Flandre looked away again. “…Yes. I tried to.”
They both sat there for a minute in awkward silence, when Dev said, “Nobody loves me.”
“That’s… not true.” Flandre attempted to cut in.
“You don’t love me.”
“Please, let’s try not to have this happen again…”
“It’s all because… of Smith! It’s Smith’s fault!” Dev started to get the wild, red look in his eyes again.
Flandre sighed. “No, please…”
“SMITH MUST DIE!” Dev screamed at the top of his lungs. He looked around for the nearest window and leaped out of it, landing in a shrub a few feet below. He stumbled out and quickly ran off.
“Not again…” Flandre sighed before giving chase to Dev.
Flandre flew much faster than Dev could walk, so catching up to Dev was not the problem for Flandre. The problem was figuring out how to stop Dev before he could kill her love. Before Flandre could work out a plan, Dev had already managed to reach Smith’s house. Flandre gasped when she saw that Smith wasn’t inside his house, he was outside. She watched in horror as the insane Dev pulled out a knife while running at full speed towards Smith. Smith saw the threat coming a little too late. Before he could react, Dev was already only a few feet in front of him.
“Wh- what’s going on Dev?” Smith asked, afraid.
“Heh heh heh.” Dev spoke in a louder voice than normal, although he wasn’t exactly yelling out everything he said. “Your time has come, Smith.”
Before he got the chance to scream “NO!” Dev had already thrusted the knife towards Smith. As Smith prepared for the worst to happen, he felt a poke… but not by a sharp knife point. It was by Dev’s index finger.
Dev reeled back as he realized the knife he was using had suddenly exploded into a bunch of tiny fragments. He looked up and saw Flandre floating up in the sky, her palm extended toward him. Before he could say “cheese nuggets”, Dev roared in pain as Flandre hit him with another destruction spell.
Once the pain had subsided, Dev fell to the ground. He was alive – somehow – and he was no longer insane – somehow.
Flandre flew down to where Dev and Smith were standing. Dev looked up at Flandre, then fell back down to the ground, sobbing.
“I’m not worth anything… to anyone…” he cried.
“Come on, Dev, you know that’s not true.” Flandre put her hand on Dev’s shoulder.
“I should… I should just kill myself and spare you guys any more suffering…”
Without warning Dev pulled out a gun from seemingly nowhere and held it up to himself. “Goodbye…”
He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.
Confused, Dev looked over to his hand, where he saw nothing but dust floating away in the wind. Her looked over to Flandre, and realized what had happened.
“…Seriously Dev? You were about to commit suicide?” Flandre asked Dev, shaking her head.
“…Um, maybe.”
“Don’t. Please. You know we all care too much about you.”
“…Ok then.”
“What are you guys doing, being all melodramatic like that?” Smith asked in confusion, his head hurting from trying to process all that had just happened.
“It’s ok, Smith. I’m sorry.” Dev said. “I… went insane again.”
“Jeez, didn’t I tell you not to do that again? The last time you went insane, you caused quite a pain in my rear.”
“Yeah, sorry, again.”
Dev looked over at Flandre, who was looking noticeably shy.
Dev thought for a moment, then said,
“Hey, Smith, can I ask you something? In private?”
Smith looked at Dev with an eyebrow raised. “Uh, sure, whatever.”
Dev quickly whispered something in Smith’s ear.
“What, are you crazy?!” Smith growled.
“Come on, dude. I promise I won’t go insane anymore.”
Smith seemed to ponder this for a few minutes.
“…All right, fine”, he grumbled. “Hey, Flan.”
Flandre looked up quickly at Smith. “Y-yes?” she stammered.
“…Come here.”
Flandre slowly approached Smith who, without warning, hugged Flan as tightly as he could.
Flandre sighed, washed away with happiness in Smith’s arms.
“…I love you Smith.” She said.
“…I like you, Flan.”
Flandre rolled her eyes. It wasn’t what she was hoping for, but she figured it was good enough.
>.> Yeah, doesn't take a genius to see who this Smith fellow is.
And yes, that is a (roughly) accurate depiction of exactly what went down last night.
Uhh... Enjoy the rest of your day, I guess?
