Navio III

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"NAVIOS, LINE UP! WE'LL BE MOVING AFTER CAMPANA!" shouts Shane.

"Can someone please help hold up banners? Thank you!" yells Franziska.

"I'll do it," says Irina.

"I'll help, too!" April volunteers.

"A boy, please!" shouts Erina. Mark takes the pole.

Ooh, kinky~

They march.

"N-A! TO THE V-I-O! LET'S GO, NAVIO!"

"April, I'll take it from here," says Linsey.

"Why?"

"Uhm, hello, April, you've just dropped it."

"It's fine, I'll just pick it up again."

"No it's not!"

"COME ON, EVERYBODY! LET'S CHEER ONE MORE TIME SO THAT NONE OF THE OTHER HOUSES KNOWS WE ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED A BANNER!" shouts Franziska.

"N-A! TO THE V-I-O! LET'S GO, NAVIO!"

"C-A! C-A-M! C-A-M-P-A-N-A! CAMPANA! HEY! HEY! CAMPANA! HEY! HEY! C-A! C-A-M! C-A-M-P-A-N-A! CAMPANA! HEY! HEY! CAMPANA! HEY! HEY!"

"N-A! TO THE V-I-O! LET'S GO, NAVIO!"

"Sodium!" shouts Orelya. "To the Vanadium-Iodine-Oxygen! LET'S GO-"

"Shut it, nerd," Linsey responds.

They finally arrive at ground floor.

"ANDALE CANGREJO! DEROTARLOS!"

"VAMOS, CRUZADOS! VAMOS CRUCIFIJO! C! R-U-C! I-F-I! J---O! CRU-CI-FI-JO!"

"N-A! TO THE V-I-O! LET'S GO, NAVIO!"

"SOMOS LUCHADORES, CAMPANA! SOMOS LUCHADORES, CAMPANA!"

"LET'S GO, NAVIO!" shouts Franziska. The blue shirted people follow after the ones with white shirts.

"VAMOS, CRUZADOS! VAMOS CRUCIFIJO! C! R-U-C! I-F-I! J---O! CRU-CI-FI-JO!"

Yeah, whoever's writing this definitely isn't gonna just fill the whole thing with house cheers to fill shit in.

"Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise playin' in the street gonna be a big man someday! Ya got mud on your face! A big disgrace! Kickin' your can all over the place!" sings Lad.

"WE WILL! WE WILL! ROCK YOU! ROCK YOU!" shouts Campana. "WE WILL! WE WILL! ROCK YOU! ROCK YOU!"

"Is this because Mr. Jackson is their house elder?" asks Erina.

"B'lieve so," Irina agrees.

"Campana's Earth for cheerdance, right?" says Orelya.

"Yeah, that's probably the reason," Irina replies.

"No, 'Rock' is supposed to be the F word, but we don't allow swearing in our Christian Navio server!" shouts Harry.

"Are you sure about that?" asks Orelya.

"Of course."

"SUSMARIOSEP! PARE CHONG BRO NA TARANTADO ULOL GAGO GAGI GAGA ENGOT TANGA BOBO PUCHA BOMBAY PUNYETA TAENG BWISET TINGINING ZIMBERGUENZA PUTANGINA MO! LANGHIYA LINTIK FAKSHET-"

A/N: demonetised

"I SAID NO SWEARING-"

"Pare, you could've alerted me on the first word," notes Orelya.

"Well then," April exhales. "Wait, all of those were swear words?"

"y34Z$ p@r€,, 0β c°Rz!!! y,,,, wA7¢H4 guNΠ@ dU @b4W+ 1t??"

"It's official, folks! Orelya Powell has gone nuts!" announces Linsey.

"DA KOKONAT NAT IZ AY JAYANT NAT-"

"SHATAP BOI SHATAP!" says an unfortunate soul (namely April).

"Parechong bro," Orelya warns. "She's out to whoop yo ass—"

The true and rightful owner of the S-word then falls out of line and yeets the shipt outta her.

"LET'S MOVE!" shouts Shane.

"N-A! TO THE V-I-O! LET'S GO, NAVIO!"

goodbye campana

"April! What sports are you doing?" asks Irina.

"Chess," she replies.

"And... What? First aid?"

"Yeah."

"Okay..." she sighs.

"You?"

"Volleyball and badminton. Wish me good luck!"

Okay.

"Linsey? You?" asks Irina. "Volleyball, and...?"

"Volleyball and first aid, cuz I'm lazy as shit."

"I pray for all of you," says April.

"Chess, right?" repeats Orelya. "Make it count, April! You can do it!"

N-A! To the V-I-O! Let's go, Navio!

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