fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

Were you all enjoying your graduation, children? Ingvar certainly hoped you were. It was so much fun, after all! Though... it could be a little more fun, couldn't it? It felt as if something was missing somehow. Something to really make it... fun.

Ingvar knew what it was.

And so, while the graduates were still on and around the stage, the earth began to rumble. Large black clouds of smoke pushed out of Ingvar's volcano and into the air, obscuring the sky and the moon. Soon, the air was covered in a thick black blanket of darkness.

The tune of the rumbling shifted.

Around the stage, clear protective walls sprung up. This was not Fandom's first tango on graduation day, thank you. She knew how to take care of what was hers.

Unfortunately, Ingvar knew its mother well. Moments later, it began to rain: a thick downpour of familiar plastic poppets in varying levels of creepiness, but also nice, brown, fluffy ...red-eyed, sharp-clawed teddy bears. And leading the charge, teeth-first--

"DROP BEARS!"

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Weapons? Hah! Elle was her own weapon, thank you very much.

Which would be why there were energy balls springing up in her hands.

If the evil zombie teddy bear were a smart evil zombie teddy bear, he'd know that fake fur was flammable.

He was...not.

It was the zombie thing; his cotton brains were almost completely mildewed away. Just enough spark left to lurch toward Elle, claws outstretched and fang-filled mouth chomping away.

Elle let one of the balls of electricity fly at the creature before she even fully realized what it was.

"Aww, you're kinda cute anyway," Elle said when she finally properly looked at it... even as she took a step back.

"GGRRGH?" It didn't even have enough brain left to be an angry evil zombie teddy bear, just a hungry one.

"BRRRNS?"

No, not brains, bear. Not when you get hit with a lightning ball.

"BURRRRRRRRRNSSSS!"

Stop, drop and roll was something he'd never been taught, so he settled for groan, flail, and keep lurching toward her -- just on fire now.

Elle yelped as the burning bear lumbered towards her. Instead of running like might've been the smart thing to do, she sent the second lightning ball at it.

"Okay, now you're just freaky!"

NOW it was freaky? Elle had a high freak threshold, and somewhere across the bay, Ingvar Islet was pouting.

The bear, on the other paw, was just flaming. The second ball didn't stop it, as such. It burnt up its shoe-button eyes to little black cinders, though, so now it was lumbering, flaming, growling, and completely blind. Possibly an improvement?

Possibly.

Elle had another lightning ball at hand instantly. "You don't want my brains," she tried to convince the bear. "They wouldn't taste very good."

This was her attempt at logic. It... was failing.

Please, like this bear had a tongue left?

"GHRLEGLEEEEE?"

It still had ears, though, so it could flail flamily toward the sound of her voice.

And Elle just kept on talking, even as she sent the ball flying at the bear.

"I mean, really, brains?" She wrinkled her nose. "Ew. Why do you eat brains, anyway?"

Because...

Because...

WHOOOOOOOOSH!

"ARRRRGHGHGHGHGHG!"

FOOOOOM!

How was it supposed to answer because I don't have any of my own left, duh when it was too busy being crisped to a cotton-ploy-blend cinder?

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

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