fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

After the last diploma had been handed out, the graduates were sent back to their seats, and Principal Washburn returned to the podium, to give her final speech and end the ceremony.

It was then that the rumbling started.

Odds were, if you asked the average citizen of Fandom to describe the town, they would tell you about the school, and the shops, and the beach and preserve, and all the areas of the island that existed above ground. But what they wouldn't describe was the island's biggest secret - beneath the ground, hidden from all of the town's inhabitants, was a city of ancient machines, designed to keep Fandom connected to every dimension it has ever touched, allowing people to continue to come from all over to live and grow on the island.

Although the existence of the underground city has always been hidden from Fandom's citizens - a safety measure, to ensure that none of Fandom's more power-hungry students or teachers try to use the machines for harmful purposes - it has not been a secret to everyone. During the night, fae and faeries of all sizes and power had come to make their way underground, and seize control of Fandom's machines, determined to have the unparalleled dimensional access for themselves. Although they were followed, the Wild Hunt had never caught its prey, and while the people of the town were occupied with graduation, the faeries struck, beginning to activate the machines.

But what the faeries didn't realize was that not all of the machines controlled access to dimensions. One machine in particular, one of the first to be activated, controlled the access to the city from above ground. As the machine chugged along, a section of the island lowered a few feet underground, allowing access to the city, the machines, and the faeries.

Of course, it just so happened that this section of land was where the platforms had been laid before graduation, and where the graduates had all been seated. As the platforms sank, a clear bubble covered the area where they'd been, allowing the audience to watch, but preventing them from being able to interfere or help. It was up to the graduates to defend themselves, and get rid of the fae.

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"Hey!" Meg yelled when the chair flew out of her hand. She put her hands on her hips and glared at the purple chick. That thing looked like something a stoner would paint on the side of their van.

The fae had done some modeling for an airbrush artist in the '70s, actually. (It was the 70s, don't judge.)

Not that this mattered now. She was unimpressed by the glaring human. "Sit down," she told Meg. "Sit down, and wait to die."

"Oh how about you make me," Meg said, eying where her chair had landed. As if she was going to get her ass kicked by the Sugar Plum Fairy.

"If you insist, darling," the fae said in a sickly-sweet voice.

Then she started to laugh; even if that didn't make Meg nervous, the waving spell-casting hand should. "A soft bed for a human princess," she said. "A soft bed for a princess to sleep forever."

Pillows of all different shapes and sizes were suddenly whizzing at Meg from all directions.

Meg hated being called princess and opened her mouth to say so but was then hit by a pillow. Then another. And another. Meg managed to keep her balance as she made a mad dash to grab her fallen chair. This time she made sure to keep a good grip on it.

"Don't call me princess!" Meg said as she went to whack the fae over the head with her chair.

The fae was not strong, but she was fast enough to twist away from the chair and grab a pillow to use as a shield. "It's only the truth," she said, and then tried to cast a spell that would rip the chair from Meg's grasp.

Unfortunately, the metal was too close, and it was probably a weak attempt.

Meg felt the chair try to tug out her hand but she managed to keep a hold of it. Pillow versus chair. Meg decided she had the upper hand here.

"I! Am! Not! A! Princess!" Meg yelled, using the chair to try to hit the fae with every word.

"Princess princess prin-cess" the fae said, sing-song.

Or tried to, anyhow. The metal blows were weakening her. She dropped the pillow and reached up an arm to block, but that resulted only in ugly burns over her forearms.

Whimpering, she sank to the ground.

Meg hardly noticed the burns show up. She just kept on hitting the thing angrily.

Look, being nice all the time was bound to give you some pent up aggression from time to time.

The fae whimpered more as she was battered with the chair. Then her whimpers became moans of pain.

Then her voice, and her life, ceased entirely, and she melted into a pile of (slightly purplish) mud and leaves.

When it became clear that the purple wench was dead Meg stopped with the chair hitting. She leaned against it for a moment, taking the chance to catch her breath.

The lesson learned today? Don't call Meg princess. Ever.

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2008, Saturday Afternoon (Part II)

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