The_Sage_Ninja_Morro hewo

DumbassWriter17 hewo to you

😘

Luv u all

Lol

.... Okay Sam told me to tell you that bcz ' that's how thirteen year olds are supposed to act'

But girl no

Just no

Look I love you Sam but no

.... Lol I could just tell her RN

She's literally in bed next to me

But eh

It's more fun this way

Also she sees me laughing

Lol

But she's too nice to take me phone.

.... Okay that was a lie she will take me phone but hey it's only in the car

Besides she's working on her story

.... As should I

And hi Morry in case ur reading

Also Morry if you see any Morro's that's me besties husband

The ghost

You know

The one who used to have my elemental power in the show but in this timeline he didn't.

I'm still trying to understand what he should have

....The_Sage_Ninja_Morro Emmy?

Can Morro have the elemental power of skulls?

Or death?

....😁

Morro- 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Emma, Annie, Me- 😬😬😬😬😬😳😳😳😳🙄🙄🙄🙄🫣🫣🫣🫣😱😱😱😱😱😱🫣😤😤😤😤😠😡🤬😡😡😠😠😢😥😥😓😞😵😵😵😫😫😩😩😣😵😵‍💫😭

He can have those sytches and stuff

... IDK how to spell

😭

Anyway scythe

Wait

That's how you spell it

Oki now I know

He could also have a mask

And scared the kids

Everyday

Hehe

.... But then Chico's gonna get scared.....

.... Oh boy

And Emma's gonna have nightmares.

..... Okay scratch that

He can be the elemental master of.... Wilting?

Sadness?

.... Goth?!

Emoness?!

... Is that even a word

IDK

😭

Anyway

.... 308 words

Wow

Better get back to writing

See you down below!

Also I know the title ain't good

" Emma, are you sure we're going the right way?" Annie asked as she looked around the unfamiliar territory. " This doesn't look like a campsite."

" Children should be seen and not heard, dear."

Annie blinked. " ' children should be se'- Emma what are you talking about?!"

Mia sighed. " What she's been talking about for the past two hours."

" The spell hasn't worn off?"

" What do you think?"

Annie raised a brow as she watched Emma sniff a bug. " No."

" The book did say whoever is sprayed with Onamonapis Pollen is gonna be affected for four hours." Mia reminded.

" Or more." Annie muttered.

" Hey. Let's be positive!"

" Riiiight." Annie said sarcastically. " Like positivity is gonna stop Emma from eating that bird- WE HAVE TO STOP HER!!"

" This way!" Emma said cheerfully.

Mia blinked. " Emma.... That's a cliff."

" Yeah so?"

Mia grabbed Emma by the arm just as she was about to take a step off the edge. “So?! You’ll fall and break every bone in your body!”

Emma tilted her head, her expression blank for a moment. Then she smiled brightly. “Oh, silly Mia. If I fall, I’ll just flap my arms and fly like a bird!”

Annie slapped her forehead. “Mia, she’s completely lost it.”

Mia groaned, pulling Emma away from the cliff. “Yeah, thanks for the update, Captain Obvious. What are we supposed to do until this spell wears off?”

“Maybe we should tie her to a tree,” Annie suggested, crossing her arms. “You know, for her own safety.”

Emma gasped, looking utterly betrayed. “Tie me to a tree?! How dare you suggest such a thing! I am a noble unicorn—tying me up would be a crime against magic!”

Annie blinked. “A what now?”

“A unicorn!” Emma declared, twirling in place. “Can’t you see my horn?” She pointed to her forehead, where there was, quite obviously, no horn.

Mia pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, Emma, let’s just... sit down and not move for a while, okay? No cliffs, no bugs, and definitely no birds.”

Emma pouted. “You’re no fun.”

Suddenly, she perked up and sniffed the air. “Ooooh! Do I smell honey?!” Without waiting for an answer, she took off running into the woods.

“Oh no,” Annie groaned. “We have to catch her before she finds a bear or something!”

“Or a beehive,” Mia added grimly as they sprinted after Emma.

By the time they found Emma, she was kneeling in front of a hollow tree, her head poked inside.

“Emma!” Mia shouted. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m making friends with the bees!” Emma chirped. “They said I could join their hive if I brought them honey. Isn’t that sweet?”

“Bees don’t talk, Emma!” Annie exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her away from the tree. “You’re going to get stung!”

Emma frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Of course they talk. Don’t you hear them?” She cupped her hands around her mouth and buzzed loudly. “Bzzzzzzzz! That’s their language!”

“Yeah, no,” Mia said, dragging Emma away while Annie swatted at a few curious bees. “We are done here.”

“But I was gonna be their queen!” Emma protested.

“Not today, you’re not!” Annie snapped, swatting another bee as they hurried away.

Eventually, they managed to find a small clearing where Emma couldn’t get herself into any more trouble. Or so they thought.

“Alright, we’ll just sit here until the spell wears off,” Mia declared, sitting down on a log. “No running, no climbing, no bug-sniffing—just sit.”

Emma flopped onto the ground dramatically. “Fine, but only because my magical unicorn legs are tired.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, your unicorn legs. Sure.”

Just as they started to relax, Emma suddenly shot upright. “Did you hear that?!”

“Hear what?” Mia asked warily.

“The forest spirits! They’re calling to me!” Emma scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with excitement. “I must answer their call!”

“Nope!” Annie grabbed Emma’s arm and sat her back down. “You are not answering anything!”

Emma pouted but stayed put, muttering about “oppressive mortals.”

As the sun began to go higher into the sky, Emma finally started to calm down, the effects of the spell fading.

“Emma?” Mia asked cautiously. “How do you feel?”

Emma blinked a few times, her expression dazed. “Like I got hit by a truck. What happened?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Annie said sarcastically. “You only tried to fly off a cliff, make friends with bees, and commune with forest spirits.”

Emma groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Mia said, smirking. “But don’t worry, we only have several embarrassing stories to tell everyone back at camp.”

Emma groaned louder. “I hate you both.”

“We love you too, unicorn queen,” Mia teased.

Suddenly they heard a growl.

" Please tell me that's not what I think it is...." Annie muttered.

" WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THAT WAS A LION?!" Annie yelled as she jumped over a log.

" CAUSE YOU DIDN'T WANNA KNOW!" Mia yelled back

" MIA!" Emma yelled

" WHAT?"

" USE YOUR BRITISH!"

Mia tilted her head. " You sure?"

" YES!" her besties yelled.

Mia shrugged. " Okay."

The lion prowled closer, its golden eyes fixed on the three girls, who were now cornered against a large tree. Annie and Emma looked at Mia expectantly.

Mia took a deep breath, stood tall, and began speaking in perfect, posh British tones. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, you great feline oaf! Could you be any less dignified? Stalking young ladies in the woods as though you’re some uncouth alley cat. Honestly, even the Queen’s corgis have better manners than you.”

The lion stopped, blinking in what could only be described as sheer confusion.

Annie whispered, “What is she doing?”

“Just let her cook,” Emma whispered back, wide-eyed.

Mia continued, her voice dripping with aristocratic disdain. “Look at you, with your scruffy mane and unkempt fur. Have you no pride—ironic, considering your species. I dare say, if Her Majesty were to see you, she’d have you banned from the royal gardens.”

The lion let out a low growl but seemed less aggressive, almost as if it were pondering its life choices.

“And as for your hunting technique,” Mia added with a sniff, “pathetic. I’ve seen squirrels with more grace. Do you honestly think you’d stand a chance catching someone like me, the epitome of British elegance?”

Emma clapped her hands over her mouth to suppress a laugh. Annie, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back. “Mia, you’re comparing a lion to the Queen? What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, do hush, Annie,” Mia replied, still in her posh accent. “You’re hardly one to talk. Your running technique earlier looked like a pigeon attempting ballet. Honestly, you could learn a thing or two from this lion about coordination.”

“Excuse me?!” Annie hissed, clearly offended but also too terrified of the lion to argue.

“And Emma,” Mia continued, turning her gaze toward her other friend. “Must you shriek like a banshee every time danger approaches? It’s unbecoming. Even the lion seems embarrassed for you.”

Emma raised her hands defensively. “Hey, don’t drag me into this! I didn’t ask for British sass!”

The lion tilted its head, clearly baffled by the exchange. It sat down, its aggression seemingly replaced by utter bewilderment.

Mia smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now, shoo. Return to your pride or wherever it is that well-behaved lions go. And don’t let me catch you stalking humans again. It’s simply not proper.”

The lion huffed, its ears flicking back in what looked like defeat. It got up, gave the girls one last look, and padded off into the woods.

As soon as it was gone, Annie and Emma both turned to Mia, their mouths agape.

“I cannot believe that worked,” Annie said, throwing her hands in the air.

Emma nodded. “I mean, the lion was scary, but I think you’re scarier when you go all royal.”

Mia dropped her accent and grinned. “What can I say? The British Queen within me does not tolerate nonsense—even from a lion.”

Annie sighed. “Remind me never to take you camping again.”

“Seconded,” Emma muttered.

The girls barely had time to catch their breath before another set of glowing eyes appeared in the underbrush.

“Oh no,” Annie whispered, frozen in place. “Please tell me that’s not another one.”

“It’s not another one,” Emma said flatly. “It’s worse. It’s a tiger.”

The tiger emerged, its sleek orange and black fur rippling as it growled low, its massive paws padding silently on the forest floor.

“Oh, come on!” Annie wailed, throwing her hands up. “Why us?! Why always us?!”

The tiger growled louder, and Emma grabbed Mia’s arm. “Mia, do your thing!”

“Again?” Mia asked, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t we just—”

“Do it before it eats us!” Annie screamed, already halfway up a tree.

Mia sighed, rolling her eyes. She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned to the tiger. Switching to her most haughty British tone, she began. “Oh, for the love of civility! Another one? Is it predator season or are we simply the main attraction in some woodland circus?”

The tiger paused mid-prowl, its ears twitching.

“Honestly,” Mia continued, her tone dripping with disdain, “could you be any more unrefined? Charging at us like some uncultured brute. And don’t even get me started on your attire—or rather, your lack of it.”

Emma choked back a laugh. “Mia, are you seriously insulting the tiger’s... clothing?”

“Do you see it wearing any?” Mia retorted without breaking character. “That’s right, you don’t, because it’s prancing about completely naked.” She gestured dramatically at the tiger, who blinked in surprise.

Annie, clinging to a branch above, groaned. “Mia, maybe now’s not the time to critique the tiger’s fashion choices!”

“Nonsense,” Mia said, waving a dismissive hand. “This is precisely the time. You there, feline!” She pointed at the tiger. “Have you no decency? No modesty? Parading around the forest as though it were some sort of nudist colony. It’s simply appalling.”

The tiger tilted its head, clearly unsure of what was happening but vaguely offended.

“And another thing,” Mia added, stepping forward, “your manners are atrocious. Charging at young ladies without so much as a ‘how do you do.’ Her Majesty would be aghast.”

The tiger growled softly, glancing back at the woods as if considering whether it should be anywhere else right now.

Emma leaned toward Annie. “Is it just me, or does the tiger look... embarrassed?”

“It’s just you,” Annie whispered, though she wasn’t so sure.

Mia wasn’t done. “If you had a shred of dignity, you’d slink off into the jungle and take a long, hard look at yourself. Maybe find a tailor. And perhaps, I don’t know, a personality that doesn’t involve terrorizing innocent hikers.”

The tiger huffed, its tail flicking in agitation. With one last growl—more confused than threatening—it turned and bounded off into the underbrush.

Mia turned to her friends, a satisfied smirk on her face. “And that is how you handle a tiger.”

Annie slid down from the tree, glaring at Mia. “You just insulted a tiger’s nudity.”

“Indeed, I did,” Mia replied proudly. “And it worked, didn’t it?”

Emma shook her head in disbelief. “You’re insane. Positively insane.”

“Insanity or brilliance?” Mia asked with a wink. “I’ll let history decide.”

Annie sighed heavily. “I vote insanity.”

“Seconded,” Emma muttered, but she couldn’t help smiling.

As the girls regrouped, trying to catch their breath after their encounter with the tiger, a small, sassy voice piped up from behind them.

“What did I miss?” Blackie asked as he strolled into view, licking at an ice cream cone in one paw and holding a milkshake in the other.

Emma froze mid-step, her jaw dropping. “Is that... Is that ice cream?”

Annie slowly turned, pointing a shaking finger. “And a milkshake?”

Blackie tilted his head innocently. “What? A cat’s gotta treat himself after a long day of doing cat stuff.”

Mia groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Blackie, we were almost eaten by a tiger!”

“Tiger?” Blackie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Huh. Sounds intense. Glad I missed it.”

“Glad you missed it?!” Emma shouted, throwing her arms up. “We were running for our lives while you were out getting dessert?”

Annie collapsed to her knees, her hands gripping her hair. “We’ve been chased by lions, tigers, and who knows what else, and you’re just... casually eating ice cream?”

Blackie shrugged, taking a long sip of his milkshake. “What can I say? Priorities.”

Emma and Annie both fell to the ground anime-style, their legs flailing in the air. “This... is our life,” Annie muttered, her voice muffled against the dirt.

Mia sighed deeply, shaking her head. “I swear, Blackie, one of these days, you’re going to be the end of us.”

“Highly doubtful,” Blackie replied nonchalantly, flicking his tail. “By the way, if you see that tiger again, let him know the ice cream truck’s two miles west. He looked like he could use a snack.”

Emma sat up, glaring at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And fabulous,” Blackie added with a smug grin, strolling ahead as if he owned the forest.

Mia groaned louder, dragging her hands down her face. “I need a vacation from my life.”

Suddenly, Emma’s phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the absurd silence left by Blackie’s casual swagger. She frowned, pulling it out, and her expression soured further when she saw the caller ID: Morro.

She answered hesitantly, putting it on speaker. “What is it, Morro?”

“Oh, finally!” Morro’s ethereal voice crackled through the line, brimming with indignation. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours, Emma! Hours! Your cat is impossible.”

Emma groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What did you do to Chico do this time?”

“It’s not what imI did,” Morro snapped. “It’s what he did. I've been trying to feed him.”

Annie and Mia froze, exchanging horrified looks.

“Feed him... what?” Emma asked cautiously.

“Some tablecloth, orange juice, and soap,” Morro replied casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

“WHAT?!” Emma screeched, nearly dropping the phone. “You tried to feed my cat what?!”

Morro sounded defensive now. “Well, excuse me for trying! Cats apparently eat that stuff, but your high-maintenance cat can’t handle anything creative!”

“CREATIVE?!” Emma sputtered. “You can’t just make a recipe out of cleaning supplies and linens!”

Mia was doubled over laughing, tears streaming down her face. “Oh my God, Emma, your husband tried to poison your cat!”

Annie was wiping her own tears, barely holding herself together. “Soap and orange juice... Morro, that’s not feeding a cat—that’s a science experiment!”

“I’m doing my best here!” Morro shouted indignantly. “Chico has been hissing at me all day! How was I supposed to know he wouldn’t appreciate a ghost chef’s efforts?”

Emma buried her face in her hands. “Morro, you don’t cook anything. Ever. And don't feed my cat cleaning supplies!"

Blackie, who had been silently observing, chimed in with a smirk. “Sounds like your husband and I would get along.”

Emma shot him a glare. “Not helping, Blackie!”

Morro’s voice turned smug. “Maybe Chico just has bad taste. I bet Blackie would have appreciated my tablecloth delight.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Blackie replied, licking his ice cream cone. “But for the record, tablecloths are so last season.”

Emma groaned, slapping her forehead. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

“Believe it, darling,” Morro said with a chuckle. “And just so you know, Chico is glaring at me like I stole his last nine lives. I think you need to come home and deal with him.”

“I think you need to stop being a ghost chef,” Emma snapped. “And leave my cat alone!”

“Fine,” Morro grumbled. “But next time, I’m calling Wu.”

Mia lost it, rolling on the ground with laughter. “Morro’s going to ask Wu for cooking tips for a cat? Oh, this just keeps getting better!”

Annie wiped her eyes, struggling to breathe. “Emma, I don’t know how you live with him.”

Emma hung up the phone, glaring at her friends. “Neither do I. And now I have to go save my cat from a ghost with terrible culinary skills.”

“Good luck with that, Mrs. Ghost Chef,” Mia teased.

Emma groaned, already regretting everything. “I need a vacation from my vacation.”

Emma had just managed to stop her besties from laughing over Morro’s last antics when her phone rang again. She stared at it, dreading what new catastrophe might await her, but she reluctantly picked it up.

“Morro,” Emma said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What now?”

“It’s Chico,” Morro’s voice was huffy and indignant, as if he were the one wronged. “He refuses to marry me!”

Emma froze, her brain short-circuiting for a moment. “I’m sorry... what?”

“He won’t marry me,” Morro repeated, as if this were a perfectly reasonable complaint.

“Why—why would my cat marry you, Morro?!”

Morro scoffed. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m a catch! I even put on a romantic outfit to make it more romantic.”

Emma blinked, completely dumbfounded. “Morro... what are you wearing?”

“Oh, some dress I found in the closet,” he said breezily. “It’s got lace, and I think it used to belong to Misako. It’s quite lovely, really. It suits me.”

Mia and Annie, who had been eavesdropping over Emma’s shoulder, both gasped before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my god,” Mia wheezed. “Your ghost husband is cross-dressing to propose to your cat.”

Emma glared at her, but her attention was quickly drawn back to Morro’s rambling.

“I even set the mood!” Morro continued. “Candles, soft music, a bouquet of... well, they’re plastic flowers, but they’re charming! And Chico just hissed at me and knocked everything over! He’s being impossible!”

Emma rubbed her temples, wondering if she’d somehow slipped into an alternate dimension. “Morro, you’re trying to marry a cat. Cats don’t get married!”

“Why not?” Morro demanded. “He lives in our house. We’re practically family already!”

“He’s a cat!” Emma shouted. “He doesn’t even like you!”

“Not true!” Morro protested. “He tolerates me sometimes. That’s basically love.”

Annie clutched her sides, tears streaming down her face. “Emma, please tell me you’re recording this.”

“I wish I were,” Mia added between fits of laughter.

“Morro,” Emma said, trying to keep her voice calm. “Take off the dress, put Chico down, and please stop pretending you’re in some kind of soap opera!”

There was a long pause before Morro sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’m keeping the plastic flowers. They really bring out my ethereal glow.”

Emma hung up without another word, tossing her phone onto the ground. She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “I married an idiot.”

“You really did,” Mia agreed, wiping her tears. “But hey, at least he’s a fashionable idiot.”

Annie shook her head, grinning. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more entertained by someone else’s chaos. Can we go home with you? I have to see this dress!”

Emma glared at them both. “I’m divorcing you two as friends.”

“Too late!” Mia said, snickering. “We’re already married to your drama.”