In history, there are stories of legends. Beings of great power and unmatched feats of skill, that their names inspire tales that are passed on from parent to child. However, there are some stories that are hardly told. Stories that have been wiped...
It is the night of the dance at Beacon and almost everyone was heading there... Almost. Standing outside of his dorm, Brock is pacing around waiting for the rest of his team. He is wearing a blue tux with a white dress shirt.
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Brock: Holy-*knock knock* Will you three hurry up?! We're going to miss the whole night!
From behind the door, he can hear footsteps.
Elly: Calm your man boobs, we're almost done!
Brock: For the last time... They are PECKS!
Elly: You're gonna get a peck upside the head if you keep yelling. And besides-
She steps out from behind the door and into the hall with a two piece dress.
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Elly: You think all of this was made by accident?
Brock: Well I have met your parents before so-
Elly: Shut up. How much longer you two?
(Y/n): Almost done.
(y/n) is on one knee, sowing stitches to Natalie's dress.
Natalie: "grunt" That's a little tight.
(Y/n): If you had bought a dress with Elly, I wouldn't be sowing a dress for you out of a curtain at the last minute!
Natalie: Geez, I said I was sorry.
(Y/n): Anyway, I am just... about... done!
He gets up from the floor and looks at his handy work.
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