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@hollow-boned

ok i worked on this for two hours and it went a little off-track but i hope you like this

Airi made her way through the crowd of teenagers, head up, shoulders squared, trying not to hit anyone with her enormous backpack. Her hands were shoved so far in her pockets they might've broken through the bottom. She couldn't be sure. After several minutes of fighting the deluge of children that poured from their respective classrooms, she half-slammed against her locker. She sighed. Finally.

A large hand clapped on her arm and she swung around in panic, her hand stopping one inch from Thom's face. He yelped, then caught himself and laughed. "You really need to chill, Atrium."

She hit his arm lightly, then fiddled with her lock. "If you call me that, I'll call you Thumper, which means I'll also call you Bugs Bunny, and we both know you don't want me to do that."

Thom pursed his lips. "Okay, truce." He looked away. "Aorta," he whispered.

Airi swung open the locker door and slammed it against his knuckles. He gasped, then cradled them in his other hand and gave her the same look one might give to the murderer of their only child. "One day you'll end up on trial and if they offer me a bribe, I swear to God I'll testify against you."

Airi nodded, then took out her lunch bag and wrestled her backpack into the locker. She closed the door and sighed. "Okay, let's go."

They took a turn through the corridors, chatting idly, and just before they got to the lobby, Airi looked ahead.

Oh no.

She tugged at Thom's bag. "Hey, let's go the other way."

He frowned. "Wait, why- oh."

She narrowed her eyes. That motherfucker.

The motherfucker - Monica - was sitting cross-legged on a bench, laughing at something one of her friends was saying. Her hair fell on her shoulder in neat brown curls, her tawny skin glowed, and her makeup was simple and well-done, as usual. They were all wearing their yellow cheerleading uniforms, looking like they were part of some kind of beauty contest cult. Monica leaned over the bench and fixed one of her friends' earring, and Airi felt something like jealousy stirring beneath the disdain she felt for the whole thing.

Clearly, it was the uniform.

Airi looked around. The crowd had carried them into the lobby. She pursed her lips. She'd have to find somewhere to sit, as far away from Monica as possible. She breathed in, her fist knotted in Thom's sleeve, and she started walking across the room. Monica looked up and smiled at her.

"Airi!" she called, waving. "Hold on a sec."

Monica uncrossed her bare legs - which Airi did not look at - and hopped to her feet with a little bounce. She nimbly weaved through the people passing through and emerged on the other side with a box of cookies in her hand. "I made some cookies yesterday and I'm handing them out because I made too many," she cheerfully explained. She held the box out. "Do you guys want one?"

Thom obliged. He took a bite and his eyes widened. "Oh, wow. Oh my God."

Monica laughed, her full lips parting over perfect teeth. "Is it good?" she prompted, sounding genuinely curious.

"Oh my God." Thom turned to Airi. "You have to try one."

She threw him a dirty look, then looked at Monica, who had lowered her chin and was gazing at her with slightly raised eyebrows and questioning eyes, framed by long eyelashes. Airi looked at the cookies, then back at Monica and her stupid eyelashes.

"I'm allergic," she said, her mouth suddenly dry.

Monica blinked. Stop that. "To?"

Airi pressed her lips into a line. "Peanuts."

Monica let out a short laugh. "I'd never bring anything with peanuts to school! I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. These have chocolate in them."

Airi swallowed. "I'm allergic to chocolate too."

Monica's eyes softened. She looked down. "I see." She looked up and took one step closer. Airi held her breath, feeling lightheaded, but didn't back away.

"Is there anything you're not allergic to?"

Airi's throat closed up and she did an awkward cough with her mouth closed. "Lemon?"

Monica smiled. She had a bit of stray glitter on her upper lip, which was a very pleasant bow shape. Airi's fingers twitched.

"Alright, I'll make a batch of lemon cookies, and then you'll have to try them," Monica stated simply. She nodded at Thom, who smiled at her. She turned around and left, climbing onto the bench in the corner of her friend circle.

Thom poked Airi. "Why on earth do you hate that girl?"

Airi resumed walking, her face flushed. "I don't like cheerleaders."

He squinted at her for a moment, then- "Oh." A mischievous smile. "I see."

"Shut the fuck up. You see nothing."

Monica was smiling at her. Airi banged her hip on the edge of a table and looked away, throwing her lunch bag down with more force than strictly necessary.

@TinyMagicWolf pets

"How did you even- I just- oh mY GOD-" Danny sat in the tree, munching on an apple as he watched, unamused, his teammates fumbling around the clearing. Riverpaw was yelling at Thunder, Zorro was crying about her now-burned makeshift plush toy, and Jayson and Aqua were rushing to find something to gather water in. It would've been easy to just use the water they'd already been supplied, but they needed that. It would've been even easier for Aqua to use her water magic, but they'd been forbidden to use their powers. "Dammit, Thunder, small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!"
Camping training was going well so far.

(Only thing I could think of because these are my brother's characters, aside from Riverpaw, and I absolutely believe this has happened at some point.)

@Dragoncita group

Week 36: “Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!”

"Lord Inferno…you are part of this current situation…we allowed you to set a small fire…but said 'small fire', became catastrophic to several of Lady Gaia's forests."
The Elemental Lords and Ladies had gathered as they usual did every full moon of the month. At the head of the large table sat Lord Hydrus, whom currently held a beautiful dark purple feather quill. He was seemingly jotting a few things down, his single eye staring intently towards the paper in front of him.
On the man's left sat a woman with long, pale blonde hair. Her green eyes lifted as she heard Hydrus address her. A frown crossed the woman's delicate features at the mention of 'fire'. Her eyes shifted towards the opposite side where Hydrus sat, landing on another muscular male. He was leaning back in his chair, boots propped up on the table. His very form seemed to emit intense heat. He was currently munching on an apple, seemingly in his own world, completely ignoring the entire the ones around him.
Hydrus looked to his other side, where another woman currently sat, "Lady Tempest, if you could please…"
The dark haired woman seemed to huff under her breath, but did as asked. Her gaze shifted towards her fellow lord who was still oblivious to everything. Her icy eyes seemed to spark, a low rumble of thunder suddenly sounding in the distance. Then with some unknown word or movement, a flash of blue electricity streaked downwards, zapping the once sitting Lord Inferno.

Lord Inferno fell with a yelp, body twitching uncontrollably from the sudden shock of a lightning bolt. Lord Hydrus gave a sigh as he waited for the other to finish his 'dramatic' act.
Inferno suddenly sat bolt upright, "WHAT THE FUCK?!? DAMN'T! EVERY SINGLE TIME!"
"Just be glad I was not the one to wake you from your stupor Lord Inferno. Now then, back to the matter at hand of you burning Lady Gaia's forests. I remember specifically the Lady of the Earth asking for your flames to burn a corrupted nest, she would've asked the dragons, but felt it was too big of a risk, not wanting to get any of the great beasts injured. Gaia herself would've taken care of the corruption, but you know as well as the rest of us that the only true way to rid the world of the corruption, is to burn it."
"Yea, yea, get to the point already water idiot…you know I have a hard time following this political shit."
Lord Hydrus seemingly facepalmed. He left his hand covering his face for several moments, before slowly sliding downwards to rest by his side. The glassy pool in the eyepatch covering his left eye started to swirl, the waters seeming to become stormy. His good, right eye rested on the fiery male, shifting to a dark blue.
"Lady Gaia specifically requested a small, contained fire. She left you there for several moments, to only come back to several forests burnt down…"
Lord Inferno took another bite from his apple. He was in mid-chew when he stopped to look towards Hydrus. He swallowed the lump of chewed food down his throat before replying with a shrug, "Ok, I might've overdone it with the flames…but just wanted to make sure the corruption was dead, ya know? I don't what those little bastards crawling in my skin and controlling me. So more fire was just a precaution to make sure nothing like that will ever happen."
All three sets of eyes stared at the Lord of Fire, who continued to sit and eat his apple. Sometimes trying to get through to the guy was like beating your head against a brick wall…

@TinyMagicWolf pets

"What kind of monster steals a child!?" The red-eyed friend shrieked with confused rage, pacing around the room.
"We are monsters." A yellow-eyed bat squeaked from the ceiling, but the friend ignored her. "We have to find him. He's out there with some stranger, scared and probably hurt. We have to find him!"
"Eden," A large, horned wolf growled, "calm down. We'll find him." She reached out and stopped the tiny monster with her large paw, then looked over the room. "Has anyone heard from Norvix?"
One of the six other creatures in the room raised a hand. "He said he and the others would be out soon, but he didn't explain the delay."
A high-pitched scoff came from above, and the smaller of the two bats looked at the closet door. "I suspect they're in there screaming their heads off. The boy does have a stronger relationship with the Closet, and I honestly won't blame them if they're busy crying and tearing things apart right now."

As if those words had summoned them, the closet door opened, and a large, yellow-eyed owl stepped out of the darkness. "Melva." He said, and the wolf nodded to him. "Norvix. I assume you've heard the news?"
"We have, and we are not happy." As he entered the bedroom, eight other monsters followed, anger in their eyes.
"That man is going to pay dearly for his sin." A large snake with purple eyes slithered up the wall and curled around a window, looking out at the neighborhood. A wisp-like creature floated up next to him and made a quiet sound of agreement, its normally-kind eyes glaring at every human on the street.
"We have to find him first, Orin." The bigger of the bats said.
"Well then let's find him, and give him the worst nightmares imaginable!"
"But we've hardly ever left the safety of the house! How are we supposed to locate a human from the Outside? Wouldn't it be dangerous?"
"Bring on the danger!"
"Yeah, we need to save our kid!"
"Quiet!" Norvix's loud hiss had the room's eyes turning to him and his spot on the bed next to Melva. "We will find him. Alex is the light in our dark lives, and we will find him and bring him home."

For the rest of the day and into the night, the monsters of the Bed and the Closet searched for their missing child. They'd all been so confused, and even a little scared, when they'd found out that he wasn't afraid of them, but he'd been oh so kind to them in the following years.

They eventually came to adore the 4-year-old and the drawings he'd make of him with his new friends.
They knew the police would be looking for him too, but humans were incompetent.
The monsters would find Alexander.

@Mojack group

When they did not see the child at first, they assumed that maybe he was staying somewhere else. But her tongues flicked outwards, she knew this was no 'trip.' Indeed, when the shadows crept up she followed, and inspected the room; a sight to a normal human being that would be quite horrifying. Her appearance was hard to see in the darkness, though it was almost always tricky to see, as were the other 'monsters.' The term did not bother her one bit. She tapped on the ground, before pressing her head to the floor, hearing the faint whispers of the radio downstairs.
"8 year old child Henry Benton is still missing. If you see him, please-" The only words, the confirmation she needed was that. Kyzalk slithered back to the closet, something that seemed small, but to the monsters within, it was their home. A spider like being, with a face full of tentacles approached, body masked by the shadows, just as most of the monsters that would be seen here today.
"Kyzalk," it hissed, though gathered no unfriendliness in its tone, "what have you gathered?"
"The boy," multiple sets of eyes glowed in the dark, creatures big and small leaning in, "has been stolen away."
A collection of mutters and whispered filled the closet when the spider known as Meris responded. "Kidnapped?"
"Yes."
"This is outrageous!" A bulky being stepped forwards with a roar, with an ape like body, but deer like horns peering from the top of his head. "Who would do it?" He growled. Kyzalk raised her serpentine like body up, her back fins fanning out. Another creature, a large bird it seemed, flew down from the ceiling. "A monster can go without a child for a while. But to have him stolen away, so young.."
"Is SimPLY UnNACcepTABLE!" A voice sounding like multiple interrupted. Many. Many, as in that was what it was called. Many. Many's several heads constantly moved around in the faint lighting the outside had to offer.
"But what shall we do?" Meris asked.
"For a start," the bird said, "we can alert the monsters of the bed."
"On it." A small rat crept outside of the closet, and under the bed.
"But where will we find the boy?"
"We, as Henry's Monsters, have a connection. We WILL find him using it." Kyzalk said.
"I am referring to how we will need to go outside."
"OuTSIde? The DANgER iS… hoRRibLE!" Many cackled.
The ape like being approached the centre, where the decision would soon be made. "Outside. Won't we turn to stone, or to dust? Won't the Angels catch us?" The monster asked, a hint of worry. Meris bobbed up and down, seeming to agree. "OuTSIDE, we SaW Z'LOrGa bEcOmE a PILE of DuST! YeS, it's trUE!"
Kyzalk sighed. "Z'lorga simply moved on to a different house. He is alive and well. I still have a connection with his energy. And that applies to Henry. Besides, you are right, in a way, Many. Z'lorga did go outside. But he did not die. The idea that we turn to stone, to dust in the light is a myth, to keep the young and inexperienced from blowing our cover."
"DaRN.." Many sighed, backing away. Meris also seemed a bit tense. She was after all, fond of the traditional ways. It would be hard for her to let go. But she wanted Henry back, like everyone within the house.
"The only thing we worry about," Kyzalk floated upwards, "is being spotted. Stick to the countryside, or in cover. Travel at night. And leave no witnesses, if any."
"An unfortunate way to put that, but no one but the children should know of our existence." The bird dipped its head, closing three red eyes.
"We are going to find him." Kyzalk turned towards the opening, moving to leave the closet. "We will find him." And for the first time in a while, Kyzalk's purple feathers and scales were visible in the light.
And so they would find Henry, no matter what.