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Who: Skull Kid and YOU!
What: Skull Kid is a little shit, news at 11
Where: All over the place
When: Starting from 6/30 onwards!
Warnings: Shenanigans

Watch out, everyone, there's doppelgangers afoot. Those evil imposters are causing all sorts of havoc in the name of their originals! Won't somebody DO something?

Well, Skull Kid is doing something. Just... nothing good. With all of these troublemakers around, who's going to notice he's not actually a shadow bug replacement? He can get up to all the mischief he wants and all he has to do is say "it wasn't me" after the fact. This is going to be

so

much

fun.

((HERE IS HOW THIS WORKS: You post a dude, Skull Kid pranks a dude. It can be anything from tripping them in the hallway to turning their hair bright orange for a day. Skid can do stuff like turn you into an animal or age reversal or whatever, if you want something specific and/or especially crazy, lemme know.

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Okay. As far as 'methods of returning to FDC' went, that had not been the smoothest. But Vinnie was here, and he seemed to be stuck, so... the first course of action that made sense to him was to check up on everyone and get his bearings on what was going on.

Hopefully the dorms hadn't been moved around too much from when he was here last - he was disoriented enough already. With the shadow bugs becoming active again, the Venusaur definitely felt on edge, even with something as simple as walking through the common rooms.

Joel was doing Joel stuff all over campus. Helping people who needed help with wood shop related task.

Did someone's wall get busted. Here's Joel, doing some hammering with a hammer and some wood.

Did someone's window get headbutted in by a rowdy shadow clone guy? Then here's Joel with a new sheet of glass and some window framing gear doing the thing with those.

Hey, he isn't teaching classes right now so he has to keep himself busy some how, right?

And so he sees some little guy standing there looking weird. And he says: "Hey. Kid. You wanna do me a favor and hand me that bucket of nails? Assumin' you ain't some kind've freaky monster thing?"

Because he'd sort of had his fill of those.

Vinnie would do good to feel on edge, as today the common rooms were Skull Kid's base of operations. He already got some poor sucker with a bucket full of confetti over a door, and he had just finished stringing tripwires between the chairs and the lamps. And now, we wait.

Skull Kid didn't respond at first, preferring to stand there and stare all creepy-like.

"...You mean, this bucket?" He said, nudging it with one foot.

As alert as Vinnie was for any hint of living purple goop around him, the thin, translucent thread strung between furniture went without notice. At least, not until his foot caught on one of them and--

"Wh--GAHH!"

CRASH right onto the floor, and knocking a lamp over in the process. The light bulb shattered into tiny shards all over. Awesome.

Groaning and muttering obscenities under his breath, Vinnie pushed himself up and scanned around for what tripped him.

"Yeah. I do. The only bucket anywhere around here." Joel replied, not entirely unkindly. This looked to be just a kid, after all.

"Just pass it on over, if y'wouldn't mind."

Instead of jumping up and laughing, Skull Kid froze at the sound of his latest victim's voice. He sounded. Really familiar.

He slowly peeked out from his hiding place behind the TV.

"Oh. Okay." Skull Kid said flatly, then kicked it over, spilling nails everywhere.

"....oh hell no."

OK. OK, Joel. Take it easy. Just relax.

"The hell is your damage, boy!?"

When Vinnie's eyes found Skull Kid, they grew wide. For a split second he was motionless, letting the information sink in - before suddenly a big smile split his face in two.

"Skid! You're okay!" The tripwire prank was forgotten in an instant as Vinnie rushed over to the TV. Even if the kid had a lot of magic and curses up his sleeve, it was still a relief to know he hadn't been hurt by Shadow Bugs.

Ooops, did I do that?" Skull Kid asked innocently, using one foot to spread the nails around on the floor.

Skull Kid said nothing, though his eyes were as wide as Vinnie's. Vinnie. Vinnie was here. He wasn't gone anymore. He came back.

Not a whole lot of people came back.

He continued to stare in disbelief even as Vinnie approached him. Once he was in range, though, Skull Kid moved to punch him in the gut.

"Guhh!" Vinnie had a pretty firm gut. But punches, even if it was from a little kid, still hurt. Like, that was a surprisingly hard punch. He wasn't holding back there at all, fucking hell.

Wheeze.

"Okay," he managed after a second, "I kinda deserved that."

"You went away and you didn't say anything! How come you didn't tell me?" Skull Kid whined accusingly.

As just as quickly as the temper tantrum started, he threw his arms around Vinnie as if to keep him rooted to the spot.

The little guy was practically half his height. A bit too short to lean down and hug right back, but he placed his hands on the kid's shoulders. Vinnie's face softened - it honestly surprised the Venusaur how much he'd actually been missed.

"It was just a work experience program. I was always gonna come back," he reassured him.

"Do you think you did it?" Joel asked, standing up and walking closer to Skull Kid. "Tell me, do you think you just kicked over my bucket of nails?"

Skull Kid wanted to keep being angry but he just couldn't Vinnie LEFT but then he CAME BACK. They never come back. Until now.

So instead he just leaned into him some more. "Thanks for coming back."

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-" He took a gasp of air. "-aaaaaaaybe! Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Instinctively, the air around them began to smell sweeter. Vinnie gave him a warm smile, even if Skull Kid couldn't see it from where his face was buried in the Venusaur's shirt.

"Do you have a new room mate now? Do you guys get along?"

"I know what I oughta do, boy, and that's tan your hide for you." Joel growled, towering over the child and looking more than a little upset.

"You want to help me pick them up, now that you've knocked 'em all over the floor?"

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