| Real Chap— Lookism ep. 12 |
Ep. 10 You basically replace Daniel in this chapter

"Ha." Zoey fakes a laugh as she crosses her arms, "Why do flat chested girls walk around with a bra? To stay warm? And look at those two apes you like to drag around."

"Hey."

"What'd you say?" Flatboard asked as she glared at Zoey.

"Who? Me?" Zoey retorts back with a bat of her eyelashes.

"Look at her. Trying to play innocent." The woman scoffs.

"Ha what did I do?"

"Come here"

"Why?"

"Just come here you fucking slut."

'I need to get up.' You thought as you slowly picked yourself up from the floor. But when your joints started to freak and hurt you decided it was best to lay back down immediately.

''What did you say slut?"
"You heard me"
"If I'm the slut you must be the the biggest whore in the world."
"Excuse me?!"

So with that little argument coming and going, the lady grabs onto her big ass wrestler mania boyfriend with a pout, "Baby I don't like her..."

"Danny, she called me a slut" Zoey mirrored her actions as she clings onto Daniel.

'Ah, I gotta stop them. But my vision is getting... super... blurry. I think I'm gonna...' Than, Daniel fainted.

''Danny? Are you ok?" Zoey asks worriedly as your eyes snapped open.

'Shit! What dimension am I in?!' You jolted upwards, effectively sitting up like you woke up from a bad dream.

"Geez. Kids nowadays have no respect. Who the hell do you think you're look at?" The other giant dude scowled out as Zack's trio of gangsters as they averted their eyes. "How old are you?"

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Zack cried out as he was still drunk, it was like when he turned drunk he hit a complete reset button.

"Ooohh" They awed as they caught sight of your redden face due to the alcohol. You were also holding onto your forehead as they most likely mistaken you to be angry. But in reality, your brain felt like it was shrinking or something. Maybe it was doing a little dance inside your skull who knows.

'She's pissed!' Thought the three goons 'With Y/N we would definitely win!'

So with all the confidence in the world, the trio looked back up to meet the eyes of the bigger adult gangster dudes.

"We're twenty!" Jackie Chan lies swiftly as he chuckles mockingly.

"You lying to me boy?" The adult dude grimaces.

"It's true!" Skinny legend trio dude snickers annoyingly.

'We're reassured!' The trio thought as they smirks, who's inflating rapidly.

Y/N can probably take all of them! Especially with her new drunken state! Maybe she'll pull out a Rock Lee!

"Show us your ID then if you're so damn confident."

"Why should we? Are you the bouncer or some shit lol."

"Man, fuck this..."
"Let's teach them a lesson"

As the adults stood up, the trio only grinned back at them not knowing what was to come next.

"Who do you think you fucking are?" The older guy slurs, tugging on Robbie's hair as his cigarette hung between his fingers.

"Ah! Ah!" Robbie yelped in pain, the older guy holds his other hand up, ready to slap him. "Don't please! Not in one SHOT!"

Y/N! Help!

"Sh..." You hissed out before slamming your fist down on the table.

"Shawty!" You screamed out in English as you realized something detrimental.

"What the hell? Is that little girl trying to pick a fight?" The older guy says as he takes a puff of his cig, 'But damn, she's not bad for a little girl through.' He thinks creepily as he eyes your smooth legs and busty chest.

Pedophile alert dawg.

'Thank god' Robbie cried out tears of happiness as he had no idea when you just said but was thankful regardless.

Shawty like a melody...

"What the fuck..." You began to slur as your head was spinning around.

In my head...

"— What the hell was that—?" You growled out as you slowly stumbled back up, your eyes scarily wide open.

'W-Wait is she mad at us?!' Robbie Rotten thought, his eyes opening in terror.
'Is it because we didn't put up a good fight!' Jackie Chan shivers in me timbers.
'Wait, was the one we should've been scared about all along...' The other dude from the trio shook in fear.

"Was it— Y/N?!" They silently gaped their jaws open as they put both hands on the side of their face, reflecting the Norwegian Expressionist Art piece, 'The Scream'.

That was definitely not the situation.

Let me explain as the kind author (bullshit) I am.

Basically to summarize what was going on, you didn't remember what song those lyrics belonged too. And after Robbie said the word "shot" it just rang in your head like that [ Spoiler Alert the song is Replay by Iyaz, a Raggae Pop song that could be the start of everybody's childhood trauma ]

"Fuck... I can't remember shit!" You shouted out at nobody in particularly, but apperently everybody in the room seemed to take it personally and flinched.

I can't remember the next lyrics! Just that small fucking part!

"Sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N please calm down." Zack bubbles as he kneels and grabs onto the hem of your pantalones, to try and ground you or something.

'She's completely drunk and out of it! But why does she seem so super cool right now!?" Zoey thinks as she clasps her hands together, admiring you from afar like a lovesick fangirl.

Shawty like a melody, (breath) in my head... duh duh duh duh duh dum dee da.

A rational thought in your head wondered why you were so hyperfixiated on remembering this.

~ But it came in from one ear to flying out the next ~

So without a single ounce of civilness in your bones, you extended your hand towards the ugly trio.

"Hey, pointy chin, reject Robbie from Lazy Town looking ass, cheeky rat lookin, handsome squidward looking ass motherfucker. Give me your damn phone" You insulted them for no other reason but impatience. You held out your hand as you tapped your foot, close to having a mental explosion over a repeating song lyric.

All of the trio fumbles around, trying their best to get out at least one of their phone but all three nervously keeps slipping up. The other adults who you guys were apparently beefing with, dumbstruck with your rapid "freestyle" (now he has no style and freedom) of insults before.

Robbie Rotten ultimately hands over his phone first as a nervous bead of sweat drips down his face.

"Here you go madam!" He salutes as he uses both hands to hand over his phone, his head down as he kneels as well.

Finally, I can finally have some peace of mind.

'What the hell is she doing?' The big guy thinks in his head as his girlfriend also clutches to him, eyebrows knitted together with the same confusion.

You looked at the phone's lock screen as you saw there was a passcode on the phone.

Your face drops immediately as your expression change slightly surprised the adult gangsters.

But what really got them all in shock was when you propelled the phone across the room in lightning speeds, and as quickly as the public's views shift when the Kris Wu scandal broke out, it makes contact with the wall and breaks into a hundreds of pieces with electricity still sparking and dying. Leaving a huge dent in the wall too.

Here I am trying to justify why Y/N did that, because in hindsight it was a shitty thing to do.

Maybe she remembered that Robbie Rotten took nasty pictures of Daniel (in his other form) and tried to blackmail him with it. Or maybe she was trying to display her dominance with the element of surprise.

But honestly she was just highly impatient and didn't want to ask for the phone password so she just broke it.

Lol.

'No way! This must be some kind of fucked up trick! She's just a highschool girl with flimsy arms!'
'Yeah, no need to be scared she's just a little kid! The phone must've been fake and made of plastic!' They tried to reason out the incredible situation (since what Robbit had was like a brick of a Nokia Phone).

"Hey." You said before walking up to the older guys, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you tower over their squabbling forms with a darkening shadow.

The guy gulped as he still tried to regulate his breathing, 'This bitch! Why does she look so fucking tall?!'

'I want his phone so I can look it up.' You thought as your bitching rest face showed through at him.

But in hindsight, it made a really loud noise, it's pretty fucking surprising how the lady didn't check up on the group yet. With all the screaming and shouting and shit.

'Ugh, I'm not gonna lose! Bring it on bitch!' The guy thinks out loud roughly before he meekly whimpers out a— "W-What.."

'I just want his phone, why the hell is he taking so long? (You didn't ask him for his phone yet but for some reason you thought you did)' You impatiently started to itch your pants realizing you felt something bulge in your back pockets.

Wait a minute... (No Willow references please)

Do I actually have a phone with me?!

You picked something outta your pockets, unexpectedly grabbing your house keys and pulling it out. But due to your drunken manner, the keys all individually picked through the middle of your fingers, as if you had brass knuckles or something.

And in the eyes of everybody else, your little accidentally had made it clear to everybody else that you just pulled out a weapon.

'H-H-H" The older dude screamed mentally as sweat droplets formed on his forehead. 'She really wants to fight me... This is a declaration of war!'

'She's so fast!'
'She made an everyday object into a weapon!'

She's an evil genius!
She's fucking dangerous!

"Ah, that's not a phone..." You muttered out before pocketing it again, this made something click in the gangster's mind.

'Did she want to pummel me with a phone like she did the wall?!' The guy thought nervously as his leg became all jittery.

"Fuck..." The thugs scowled under their breath as a subtle pout was heard, gang gang dude turns around to see his flat chested girlfriend looking down and pitiful (no hate to my itty bitty titty committee gang, I'm in the same boat too).

'Huh? Babe!' He swears as the humiliation in fear of being possibly beat by a teenage girl was replaced by another emotion that I can only describe as little dick energy, "Grrr... Don't you know who I am?! I used to rule over Gian High (Where's that dawg?)!"

"What school do you go to?!" His friend started to back him up as he points an accusing finger at you all.

"W-What fucking school?" Robbie jumps into the argument. Trying to back you up.

"We're twenty! Or did you forget old man?" The other guy from the trio smirked cockily.

"Oh, we're first year fashion students at J High!" Innocent, innocent but fucking dumb as shit Zack drunkenly hiccuped his way into the conversation.

"Please shut the fuck up."
"Remind me to never drink with him again."

The trio all reasoned in unison.

"First years? They're literally babies!"
"Hey hey wait, wasn't that school notorious...?"
"Yeah but their just in their first year? That bitch is still a fucking kid!"

''H-Hey, what the fuck are you guys babbling about? Slow down, I can't process this shit" You innocently inquired before as every drop of blood rushed to your head.