Igor’s secret stash of Peanut Slaughter Cup wasn’t so hard to find. Especially when you can just turn invisible and sneak by everyone.
Anyways, I found at least half of the staff freezer stuffed with this junk.
You know, he needs to lose weight, so I took the liberty of emptying every pint and putting a little note in it for him.

Igor’s secret stash of Peanut Slaughter Cup wasn’t so hard to find. Especially when you can just turn invisible and sneak by everyone.

Anyways, I found at least half of the staff freezer stuffed with this junk.

You know, he needs to lose weight, so I took the liberty of emptying every pint and putting a little note in it for him.

#PW
Bloodgood/Office aids are going to be tiiiiiiiiicked.
Their fault for leaving the office unlocked.

Bloodgood/Office aids are going to be tiiiiiiiiicked.

Their fault for leaving the office unlocked.

#PW

theladymechanikal:

Robecca leaned back in her chair, pondering. The monstrumology class certainly helped her understand how the average monster mind worked, though it was entirely interesting to try and find uses for it in her daytime cycle of activity. Whilst she was not quite as talented as others, she found that being a monster-watcher was quite satisfying. She sighed, then pursed her lips to blow a lock of her blue hair out of her facial plates (she had put her hair up today, but the strands continued to escape from their hairtie, falling into her face), standing. As she blew through the hallways upon her jettison-boots, steam breezing behind her as she propelled herself forth.

Smoothing down her burgundy adventurer’s outfit, she fixed her goggles down on her face, peering around the school. Perhaps she could find a volunteer to allow her to use her monstrumology knowledge, to understand them and, perhaps, so she could become more like them. Who, though?

Peering around, she pondered to herself upon the precarious proposition. Clawd probably would volunteer, but she did not want to overexamine someone that she may have a bias towards. Being friendly, she would probably overlook some detail or other that would prove useful. There was the same issue with Rochelle… Toralei was much the same, but swapped—she was simply so unfriendly that Robecca didn’t trust herself to analyze her neutrally. Who, then? Frankie was friendly, her friends seemed rather pleasant, she did not wish to deal with Spectra’s possible news article. Looking about the halls after school let out, she felt her spirits fall, pursing her lips as she pondered possible candidates.

Who? Who? Who?

Sauntering through the hallway, Billy didn’t turn invisible. He was liable to getting socked in the face (“accidentally”) by any of the taller seniors, if he were invisible. You know, what you can’t see, isn’t there.

Class had just ended, his chemistry class, which he had wished to stay longer in. But with the throbbing mass of students that were far too impatient to escape class the second the bell rang, he was clenched with the group and carried out of class.

With pursed lips, he walked hurriedly to his locker, not even bothering to close his half-open backpack or pick up any scattered notes from the chemistry binder in his hands. He already knew everything about chemistry, that he felt he could teach the class.

When he reached his locker, he opened it and threw his backpack in it, haphazardly. He took out his iCoffin and leaned on the locker next to his, scanning the phone for any new messages.

There was just one thing he forgot to do since he left class, he forgot to take off his glasses. 

the-killerplant-girl started following you 

the-killerplant-girl:

Hey! Can I just call you Billy? It’s easier on me, I’m not good with remembering names…

Yeah, I guess you could say green is my color. I’ve heard of you… You did that whole prank with the bunnies right? Nice one.

That’s me, daughter of the plant monster. Go green and all that. But really, you should go green.

Sure, I don’t mind. Same difference.

Well, assuming you’re not a goody-goody office-aid or something, than yes, I am responsible for that, and thanks!

So a literal tree-hugger! —not that he meant any offense—

Maybe I should do a prank around plants or something. —he shrugs, if he did support plants, he would  be the most passive member—

Going green was given a bad, as in boring, rep. Well, that is, until you ghouls ran that fashion show.

If you did something big again, I’m sure a lot more people would pay attention. I’d be really interested.

(Источник: invisi-billy)

icy-abbey:

Abbey looked him up and down. “You? From home? Bah!” She almost almost laughed. “You are beingk too scrawny and veak like. Vould not even last one day in snowy mountains.”

She nodded. “Very difficult, but I am tryingk my hardest. Maybe…” The Yeti girl paused. “Maybe you could be of helpingk me?”

—he laughed anyways— Right? You could probably punch me so hard that I would break through the wall behind me, but if I punched you it would hardly be a scratch!

I like being a toothpick of a boy. I can turn invisible already. Pretty cool survival skill, in my opinion.

Of course, I would love to help you. English? Classes? Anything?

(Источник: invisi-billy)

icy-abbey:

I am beingk from Himalayas. And thank you.

Ah, well… -she blinks, feeling a bit stupid- I do not see why there has to be so many different ways to be sayingk things here. Seems very un-useful.

And I am Abbey.

Ah, okay, the Himalayas. Looks beautiful, by the photos haha!

Some people think I’m from there, sometimes, by my skin color. —he shrugs, not knowing himself how they could even come up with that.—

Well, I don’t blame you for not knowing, sometimes we have a lot of different expressions and sayings. It’s a tough language, and you’re very well off for a foreigner.

And uh, usually it’s meant to be more polite or meaningful. You know, politeness vs. impoliteness.

Well, once again, nice to meet you, Abbey.

(Источник: invisi-billy)

the-killerplant-girl started following you 

Hey there. I’m Invisibilly.

Haven’t seen you before, but it’s not like I actually met a lot of people. Considering they can’t see me.

You’re very…uh…green, I’m going to assume you have to do something with plants?

deadfastghoulia:

“…Thank you.” She couldn’t help but blush. “Yes, of course I can. Oh, don’t worry about it! At least you understand it. There are still some students and teachers who don’t even bother learning Zombie, so I end up playing charades.” She sighed. It’s not like Zombie is really that hard anyway.

“Actually, I have…seen you around here that is. It’s sort of become a habit a mine to know every ghoul’s name in the school. I guess Cleo’s starting to rub off on me…” She smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

“As for you ‘works’…I can’t say I approve, but you are quite infamous for them. And they can be pretty amusing at times…“ 

It’s my pleasure. —He says, and can’t help but add a graciously exaggerated bow.—

Oh that’s a relief, once again, my Zombie…well mine isn’t so good. It’s easier for me to understand it. But if you say all that about the teachers and students, then I’m sure mine can’t be as bad as theirs.

Funny, it’s such a popular language here, I thought more people would have studied it, whether they liked it or not.

Hah! I guess I’m not as invisible as I thought! —he smiles, delightedly—

Well, most goody-goodys don’t approve, but you don’t have to like them…still, it’s good to know I already have my reputation. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Speaking of works, it seems your’s are pretty infamous too. I’ve never seen any of your drawings, there have been countless rumors about your fantastical skills, or how you could have drawn the newer arcs of Dead Fast.

(Источник: invisi-billy)

icy-abbey:

Pleasure meetingk me? You and I have been meetingk for just now. I do not think you can be sayingk it was pleasure just yet, hmm?

Hmm. I like your accent, where are you from?

Anyways, that’s another expression for ‘nice to meet you’.

And who says this meeting won’t be a pleasure?

I still haven’t gotten your name. —he says and smiles, waiting expectantly.—

(Источник: invisi-billy)

theladymechanikal:

Yes… [Robecca’s optics whir judgementally as she watches Billy, her arms crossing.]

Let us say it shall be a challenge. I believe it is called a ‘prank war’, nowadays? Perhaps we should lay down a few rules beforehand. What say you?

Of course, I’m all up for it!

I start to wonder why I’ve never met you before, Miss Mechanical.—A menial substitution for her name, which he didn’t know at the moment.—

I’ve been waiting for any kind of opponent at all.

But you’re right, there’s got to be some rules. Though I don’t like them very much…

What do you suggest? —He shrugged. He was open to anything that allowed him consent to finalization.—

(Источник: gifstumblr.com)

This…level of child play is all it takes to scare the normies?

This…level of child play is all it takes to scare the normies?