We're Worthless (We're Destiny)

Disney has often been described as a "Cinnamon Roll". They're cute and like cute things. They're have a following and they're sweet, and they'll probably never pass for an adult. What people don't know is their bad side, being greedy, and manipulative. They always get what they want.

Netflix is intelligent, handsome, strong, and all-around perfect. Everyone who meets them likes them. But they've reached the peak of their perfection, and can no longer please their parents as they used to. They have a tendency to get mad, and often use people for inappropriate acts.

Both of them attend TVH, Television High. Both of them end up at detention. What happens when Disney ends up wanting a person, and not just some object? When Netflix wants to use them as an object?

[WILL BE EDITED AS I WROTE THIS AGES AGO AND I WANNA MAKE IT A LOT BETTER THAN IT WAS ORIGINALLY]

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Disney was forced into detention. The reason why was pretty stupid. The blue hair had never been much for trouble, but they kind of got lost into song, and escaped from class and even school.

It didn't help that whenever they sang, it'd become an instant hit in the world. Of course, TeleVision High had to do something.

All they wanted was to be rich and famous! It was hard to understand why TVH wouldn't let him be more productive and not doze away in Chem.

And for one last reason, if they didn't sing when they got the urge, it'd bother them and affect their concentration. It was practically unstoppable- They had to let the tune roll, for the world was the stage!

But the public was their unwilling victim.

And the song was quite catchy. Well, every song by Plus Disney was catchy.

It all started with the tapping of their pencil. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. Sixteen beats. Out of nowhere came the saxophones, which the rest of the class tried to ignore.

It was harder to ignore when Disney started singing.

*I don't wanna be a loser,*

*I don't wanna be ignored,*

*What'll it take for me to*

*Get away from the world of bore.*

The drums tuned in with a ba-da-ba-da, ba-da-t-badadada-tss-da-da, and then came the keyboards. Disney sprung up to their feet and moved around the classroom in a choreography as the world bent to their will, however only somewhat. The rest of the Services still had power, after all. Disney's simply grew when they sang.

*I always dream of fairytales,*

*Dreaming on wishing stars and*

*Blowing out dandelions,*

*Could I ever soar above the rest*

*I don't wanna spend another night crying,*

And by then they reached the door, and the song wasn't even halfway through.

*It's a clear way through,*

*Many have done it too,*

*I'm not the only one who wants to be a star,*

*And I'll find my way to the very tippy-top*

*It's only a matter of how...*

They'd reach the end of the path, but thankfully luck chose them to be atop the stairs, so they started to slide down.

*Far I'll get upon the crowds*

*Of how strong I hit their hearts*

*And maybe someday soon I'll have someone there*

*Next to me and they'll agree*

*There's nothing that can stop me, but me!*

They jumped off the rail and got to the base floor, then started to push locker doors and close them in order to match the rhythm, and get to their own locker.

*I'm not a perfect person*

*I've got my flaws, it's true*

*Ask anyone, but they don't know the truth*

*I look cute, and sweet, and smart, and kind, and cool*

*But they don't know my ambitions,*

*Don't know I have those too*

And then they soared into another plane where the world was just clouds in an angelic blue sky. All in their head of course, as their body was just dancing and singing.

*Maybe I could try a formula*

*Then angels will come singing Gloria (oh-oh-oh!)*

*I'll build a rocketship, or I'll go into the past*

*Make a movie about pirates, that'll probably last!*

The music's tone settled down to a simple piano and cymbal.

*Or maybe I could try something entirely new...*

*Like making a movie supporting the LGBTQ!*

*...Nah, that's kinda gay.*

The music kicked back into full swing.

*I've made princesses and musicals,*

*And witches, and battles too!*

*There's nothing that I can do wrong...*

They reached the front door, and walked out.

*So there's nowhere to go but forward...*

*I'm not gonna look back at all!*

*I'll give it my all, and I'll try oh-so-hard!*

*One day I'll become a star!*

*Oh... Nobody can stop me but me!*

*One day somebody will agree!*

*Nobody can stop me!*

They climbed onto the statue of the giant television,

*But!*

And spread their arms out as pigeons flew everywhere.

*Me!*

The last note of the song didn't come until they sat onto their chair in detention.

Because apparently interrupting the class, exiting the school during class hours, using extreme amounts of magic for non-production purposes, and producing an unauthorized song demo warranted that! Stupid, right? Stupid!

## Due

Netflix brushed away a piece of hair from his face.

Oh, how he despised 4chan. 4chan was a fascinating mind at a glance, and yet absolutely disgusting when indulging. Of course, they had some redeeming qualities- They'd tracked down people and reported them to the police, amongst other things, but their negatives outweighed their positives.

For one, their mouth constantly spouted bullshit. And bullshit was something that made Netflix mad.

It was no wonder that after threatening to file a lawsuit, which as long as they got some dirt on the green-head they'd win, and throwing a couple punches, they were pulled from each other, and forced into detention, Live Leak and Bestgore in tow.

Poor Reddit was forced into detention too. They weren't really that bad, although they had their dark side too, but they were 4chan's little brother, and half of him didn't particularly enjoy being lumped into their friend group.

And with five characters, and four more, they made nine. And so the seats were filled.

Netflix hadn't actually met most of these folks. One kid was lost in thought, typing into their phone. Netflix didn't particularly want to part their eyes from them- Something just seemed so *alluring,* their eyes celeste, cheeks rosy, small frame, and large black glasses, but they had to if they wanted to see the others.

A pink-haired girl was kissing a girl with half purple, half orange hair reverently while a pale girl with black and green split-dye was recording.

Well, Netflix had three options. Stare at the girls and look like a creep, stare at the kid, or stare at the people they loathed.

They chose the kid.

When they did, their world seemed to turn upside down. Something happened, something in them, but they couldn't explain it. It was like one of those movies they'd produced many times before, except they couldn't figure out which category.

Then they remembered their parents.

"Raise your grades up or you'll be a failure like your brother!"

"What?! You're quitting karate?! Well, that'll make more time for tae-kwon-do!"

"You are no longer allowed to bring people in here, young man. Hey, look at me! Look at me! Don't even think about looking at them!"

Well, it made more sense now. They were going to use this person, and they were going to feel the bare satisfaction they wanted. It was only human.

Well, they weren't human. They were Services. Ha, Services. Maybe they'd get the mouse-like kid to serve them. That'd be cute.

They felt themselves drift into a lewd fantasy.

And then Professor Beta Maximillian came in.

Max was known for being strict. Really strict. In fact, the girls in the corner of their eye separated immediately.

Clearly, this would not be fun.

They were forced to talk about what they did, which was annoying, and the old bastard seemed to enjoy it in some perverted way.

At least they found out why the others were in. The girls for having intercourse in an empty classroom, the kid for leaving school, using extreme amounts of magic, and producing unauthorized musical demos.

So another Thursday went by, but all Netflix could think about was the kid.

At least now they knew their name. Plus Disney... Or Disney+.

And thinking of them distracted Netflix from the angered shouts of their dad every five minutes towards their mom or brother, and the sound of another plate smashing.

Bullshit Netflix didn't quite care enough to look at.

They'd have to come back to detention tomorrow, and then on Monday, until Thursday came through again.

## Tre (WIP)

Friday.

Disney was arriving to school, a large smile on their face, eating a Mickey ice-pop (as he was their best character!) and skipping about.

Of course they'd been singing a song, but it was one that'd already been made by them before (Friends on the Other Side), and the instruments most definitely weren't as strong nor was their magic, perhaps because many other students were using theirs, too.

Lost in song, they found themselves going the wrong way, and ended up in the little passage left to school, a dead end.

And that was when they were encountered by the bully group of the school.

4chan, with green long hair and a little clover on their leather jacket and tattoos of vulgar, disgusting things all over, and grossly short shorts (although Disney had worn similarly short things before when trying to look particularly appealing) and scarlet eyes.

Their younger brother Reddit with red hair and matching eyes and a little antenna on them with a white hoodie with the words "LEAVE ME ALONE" in black and jeans, clearly not wanting to do this.

Liveleak with a camera at the ready, black hoodie with a graphic, shall Disney say gory image on it in red and white which matched their red pants with a white stripe. Black hair with red frosted tips, gray eyes.

Finally, Bestgore had white hair with black eyes and a black shirt with white images of chalk outlines on them. Their skirt was black as well, complete with fishnet stockings.

Disney was cornered. They had nowhere to go and had never imagined being attacked by these notorious people. Thankfully Rotten, their leader, had been expelled from school ages ago.

Now, they worked together, but they had no particular leader. It alternated between the three more prominent ones while Reddit really just wanted to be left alone, as he'd made clear multiple times.

But that wasn't what Disney should be concentrating on. Stupid head! Always making them focus on other things like how sparkly Liveleak's eyes looked in the sunlight or how 4chan had a few strands of hair all whoosh-y!

Thank god that they now knew how to tone down their hyperactive-ness in public, and they weren't *as* careless amongst other stuff.

Of course, their mask of normalcy was falling off a bit in panic. They could kind of tell this was dangerous, but they could fight it! Well, no, but! Their hands fidgeted wildly and they rocked back and forth a bit as they spilled out many excuses as to why they were in the bullies' turf.

They didn't buy it.

Disney gasped as 4chan's arm lifted up, ball curled into a fist, straight towards their face, when-

"Hey. What the fuck are you doing?" Someone said next to them.

And they were hot.

At least, the back of them was.

Brown hair, a red jacket, from the arm raised to defend them, Disney could tell they were wearing a tuxedo with red sleeves, taller than Disney, maybe five-eleven? Disney was only five-six-point-five...

"Netflix?! What the hell are you doing here?" 4chan screamed.

"I could ask you the same thing. You know, I'm quite good at self-defense. It would be a shame if someone smashed your face in," Netflix threatened. Their unused hand curled into a fist.

"Shit- Let's go, guys!" 4chan exclaimed, and their gang and them ran off.

"Are you alright?" Netflix said, giving Disney a clear view of their black vest and narrow red eyes.

"I-I'm fine," Disney stammered, taken aback. Shooting stars, this was another Service? Didn't seem like it.

"Okay, then. Er, I should be going-"

"Do you want to hang out sometime?" Disney let slip out. *"Oh, jeez!"* They thought, and covered their mouth.

"Yes, of course," Netflix said.

Score.

They planned at looking at the Game Club's records today.

Class, after class, and finally Disney was able to go to club times before detention.

Disney had a few friends there, thank goodness. First there was ESPN, an active folk with