Hello my children!

This is a Soul Eater modern AU. I'm in a bit of a Soul Eater craze at the moment, so I found myself having to write about it. It's a funny fluffy friendship story, with romance of course, cause I'm trash. The main pairing will be Crona x Maka, cause I'm a CroMa trash.

Cheesy romance, fluffy friendship, and all kinds of things like that will be included. While I don't ship them romantically, I plan to include enough Platonic!SoulMa that it would make even the most hardcore shippers happy. I happen to really enjoy their platonic relationship, since there aren't many girl/guy friendships that don't turn into romance in media in general. I'm an enthusiastic Platonic! shipper in general, so general friendships in stuff is pretty important to me.

While this story will be about cheesy romance, it will mostly be about cheesy friendship things. In other words, this is a fluff story, which is something I've never written before. It's always been action/tragedy. I will end up having a fair amount of angst in it, cause I'm me, but its gonna be mostly fluff. So tell me if I do this well or not.

Now, in regards to Crona's gender; I have no fucking clue what that kid is. My personal head-cannon is that not even Crona knows. Crona's gonna be a boy in this story though, and I'll use male pronouns for him. Because using they just kinda confuses me, it is really rude, and unfortunately, the english language doesn't have gender neutral pronounces. Why I'm making him a boy over a girl is because Crona kinda strikes me as a boy, for two reasons. First being because when he first faced Maka in the church, he talked about how he didn't know how to deal with girls. The second is 'cause his dub voice is Maxie Whitehead, and I know her voice best as Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, so Crona's voice sounds like a boys voice to me. So, Crona's gonna be a boy in this story, though probably not the most boyish boy that ever entered existence.

Another thing to mention; There are a few characters who have somewhat strange names, for a normal universe. While they might at some point receive nicknames similar to their names in the story, they are going to go by less strange names here;

Soul Eater will be Soul Evens. His name was easier to fix since "Evens" is his real last name, and Soul is passible as an actual name anyways.

Black Star will be Leo Black. Since "Leo" is a Lion Constellation, I thought it was fitting. Black is because "Black" is a part of his name.

Death the Kid will be Michael K. Grim. Michael was the name of one of the Christian angles of death, the K stands for Kid, and Grim should be self-explanatory.

Lord Death is Shigami Grim. Taken from the Japanese word "Shinigami". Grim cause he's the Grim Reaper.

Franken Stein will just be Frank Stein. Makes things easier for me.

Medusa Gorgon will Hannah Gorgon, cause no sane parent would name their child Medusa. The scientific name for a King Cobra is Ophiophagus Hannah, so the name was perfect.

And last but not least, Arthur Boorman is Excalibur. Arthur because obviously, and Boorman because he directed, wrote, and produced the "Excalibur" film.

And other names will be decided as I use the characters.

When the characters are chatting online, the words will be in italics. Also, since the "at" symbol is apparently not something you can do on this sight, I'll just put the URL's in {These Brackets} to supplement for the "at"s. When the characters are texting, the words will be in BOLD. When indicating a time skip, the words will be underlined

The rating is T for a reason. The reason is a fuckton of bad language, a fuckton of dirty jokes, and some of the angsty parts could end up being triggering, though I'll warn you of whats to come when those certain chapters begin.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. It's not mine. At all. I wish I could somehow claim ownership over the story so I can add a continuation where Maka free's Crona from the moon and the two live happily ever after together, but dreamers live to be disappointed. I also don't own Tumblr. Sadly enough. I also don't own Netflix, or any Netflix shows that happens to be mentioned in this chapter and onwards.

And without further ado, on with the show!

For Them

Chapter 1: My Weird Online Friends; They Actually Go To My School?

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564: I take solace in the fact that I could probably do great things if I actually got off this sight and went outside.

TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room: I take solace in the fact that if I accomplish nothing, I can blame it on being on this sight.

I-Smell-Like-Camellias: You may not accomplish anything in reality, but at least you have a good blog on here!

TheMagnificentAwesomeGodBlackStar!: Speak for yourselves! By merely existing I've already done great things!

Shitposter_Sister_1: I swear to god any time one of you guys make a post, I see the other three blogs making comments

Shitposter_Sister_2: Don't you always comment on their post too?

Shitposter_Sister_1: Patty, I swear to god, if your stalking my blog again...

8-Perfectly-Symmetrical-8: {Shitposter_Sister_1} I told you getting your little sister a Tumblr wasn't a good idea

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564: {Shitposter_Sister_1} Hey your right! Any time I make a post the first people to comment are always these guys; {TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room} {I-Smell-Like-Camellias} {TheMagnificentAwesomeGodBlackStar!} {Shitposter_Sister_2} {8-Perfectly-Symmetrical-8}

Shitposter_Sister_2: We should make a group blog!

8-Perfectly-Symmetrical-8: Yeah, I'm up for that.

TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room: Sure, why not?

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564: {TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room} {I-Smell-Like-Camellias} {TheMagnificentAwesomeGodBlackStar!} {Shitposter_Sister_1} {Shitposter_Sister_2} {8-Perfectly-Symmetrical-8} K, guys, just made a blog for us. It's called {MyWeirdOnlineFriends} I DM'd you the password.

TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room: That's a really lame password.

8-Perfectly-Symmetrical-8: How is this blog supposed to work?

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564: It's a private blog, so all we need to do is log in, then chat with ourselves in the post section. We'd have to give ourselves nicknames though.

TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room:Sounds cool!

My Weird Online Friends

Hey! It's ModBooks. How'd you guys like our blog?

It needs a change of colors.

Yeah, which one are you? (Mod8)

ModCool

Sup losers! ModStar here to make your days brighter!

Yeah, can someone kick him out? (ModCool)

I guess I'm just too big for this tiny blog. It won't be able to handle it (ModStar)

Lol! I just told my mom I was chatting with a bunch of strangers! She gave me the whole internet safety lecture and everything! (ModLittle)

Patty, I told you not to mention any of this to mom (ModBig)

What? It's not like I'm gonna go out and meet these people (ModLittle)

If we all met in real life, I think chaos would be unleashed upon the world (ModFlower)

Guys, look at this picture I found! (ModCool)

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What the hell? (ModStar)

What is with these stock photos? (Mod8)

And who the hell are those models? (ModBig)

I feel like they might be a bunch of scientifically developed humans who serve no other purpose than to pose for these pictures. (ModCool)

I think that might be a little far-fetched (ModBooks)

Guess what day it is!? (ModStar)

Tuesday? (ModCool)

My 15 and a half birthday! (ModStar)

Who celebrates half-birthdays? (ModBig)

It may be hard to believe that someone as great as I am has only been on this earth for 15 and a half years, but at least those years where the best years in the earths lives! (Mod Star)

Well, congratulations on making the Earth happy, then (ModFlower)

Oh! We should throw a party! And buy him presents. I can get him a giraffe! (ModLittle)

Patty, we can't throw a party for someone we've never actually met (ModBig)

Yes we can! (ModLittle)

I don't think any of you realize that this guy is celebrating a HALF BIRTHDAY! (ModCool)

GUY'S I'M HAVING A SERIOUS ISSUE! (Mod8)

Dude, what's wrong? (ModCool)

I HAVE THIS HORRIBLE FEELING THAT THE PICTURE IN MY BEDROOM IS LEANING A LITTLE TO THE RIGHT, BUT I'M AT SCHOOL RIGHT NOW SO I CAN'T GO HOME TO CHECK! WHAT DO I DO I'M HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE SHIT OF A HUMAN BEING IF I CAN'T EVEN POSITION A PAINTING RIGHT!? HOW WILL I EVER SUCCEED IN LIFE I'M SUCH A MISERABLE FAILURE (Mod8)

What. The. Fuck. (ModCool)

HOW OCD ARE YOU MAN?! (ModCool)

Very OCD (ModBig)

And the worst part is that idiot is a childhood friend of mine, so I have to deal with this shit (ModBig)

So you two know eachother? (ModBooks)

I wish I didn't (ModBig)

DID YOU GUYS NOT UNDERSTAND ME I'M HAVING A SERIOUS ISSUE RIGHT NOW TELL ME WHAT TO DO SHOULD I CALL MY DAD OR BROTHER THEY MIGHT BE HOME RIGHT NOW THEY CAN CHECK RIGHT? OH MY GOD, I'M SUCH MISERABLE GARBAGE! I CAN'T SET THE PAINTING RIGHT ON MY OWN I HAVE TO FORCE MY DAD OR BROTHER TO TAKE TIME OUT OF THEIR BUSY DAY SO THEY CAN CHECK IT I'M SUCH A MORON! A MISERABLE GOD-DAMN MORON! (Mod8)

You've gotta be shitting me (ModBig)

Mod8, pull yourself together! (ModCool)

Hey guys! Guess what today is? (ModBooks)

The two year anniversary of our chat-blog! (ModBooks)

Really? We've been chatting on this thing for two years? Man, time flies (ModCool)

Two years of chatting on a blog that's almost as big as I am! It should be proud (ModStar)

We should do something to celebrate (ModFlower)

We could have a party! (ModLittle)

Patty, like I said, we don't know these people (ModBig)

Maybe we could meet each other in real life! (ModFlower)

Sorry, bad idea. Our mom would never go for that (ModBig)

My dad's already got enough problems trying to deal with my older brother. I don't want to add possible internet predators to his list of worries. No offence (Mod8)

None taken. It's just that, well, you guys are my only friends (ModFlower)

Well, I guess we have that in common. Nobody talks to me at school. I'm just the bookworm study-freak (ModBooks)

Hell, I somehow manage to do something humiliating every day. Only internet people would be friends with someone like me (ModCool)

Yeah, I gotta admit, it's kinda hard to handle someone as great as I am. People just try to stay away I guess. (ModStar)

I only ever had one IRL friend. Then we moved away from him when I was small. I never saw him again. I don't even remember his name (ModBooks)

I'm lucky. I've got my sister and Mod8. It's just them, but it's better than nobody (ModBig)

My only friend was my older brother. But he ran away a few years back. Now I'm alone (ModFlower)

I guess I'm lucky. My older brother's still there. But I'm kinda the black sheep of my family (ModCool)

I barely even have a family. It's just me and my foster dad (ModStar)

We're a lonely bunch of people, aren't we? My brother hates us, and my dad's so troubled already, I don't want him to worry about me. So I don't really talk to him about these things (Mod8)

It would be nice if we could meet each other. I wanna have friends (ModFlower)

I guess dreamers are made to be disappointed (ModBooks)

I hate the people at my school (ModBooks)

Don't worry, your not the only one (ModCool)

You wanna talk about it? (ModCool)

Not really. I just hate having to put up with them (ModBooks)

No shit. Today, this asshole in my class grabbed a girls tampon bag and spilled it all over the floor. It makes me thank heaven that I don't get periods (ModCool)

Wait a minute. You mind going onto your personal blog? I need to DM you (ModBooks)

Uh, sure (ModCool)

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564 to TheCoolGuy_InThe-Red-Room

Do you know a girl named Maka Alburn?

Yeah, she's my neighbor. I don't really talk to her much. Why?

Holy Shit! Soul Evens?

How'd you know my name?

It's me! Maka!

Your shitting me

I shit you not

Holy fuck! My online friend is my neighbor?

Maka?

Sorry, I had to go dunk my head in the sink water to make sure this wasn't a dream

I have no real life friends! But my online friend is my neighbor! I'm no longer friendless!

Unless your part of some popular group at school...

Maka, I'm literally the guy who did the research project about the history of RPG games

Does it LOOK like I'm popular?

Good point

Hey Maka, I'm coming over.

Wait! Don't do that! My house is a mess, and my dad's a weirdo!

And I'm on my period! I don't wanna be forced to talk to someone when I'm on my period!

Soul?

Maka slowly drew her eyes away from her computer screen and to the house next door that served as the house of her odd geek neighbor who she never talked to. He was the kid at school who told everyone he was cool, yet acted like a dork whenever he had the chance. She always thought she could be friends with him if he didn't have such an icy exterior.

She just happened to know her online friend. How uncanny. She wondered if the other members of their chat blog were people she knew. ModStar definitely reminded her of Leo Black, an eccentric, athletic, blue-haired kid in her class who happened to have a god complex. As a result, he had no friends. If ModStar was Leo, however, Maka would have to bang her head against her desk several times.

She contemplated wether or not she should try to get out of her pajama's, but a ringing of the door bell decided that for her.

She heard the faint sound of her dad opening the door, and asking the boy who he was.

"I'm Soul Evens. Maka's neighbor,"

"Never heard of you,"

"Really? We've been neighbor's for twelve years,"

"Your not the boy who humiliated my daughter today, are you? Cause if you are I will make sure they never find your body!"

"No, that was someone else,"

Maka arrived downstairs to see her dad staring down her internet friend/neighbor at the front door. The boy had milky, yellow-ish skin, a tuff of untamed white hair, which was held back with a black headband, scarlet eyes, and rather sharp teeth.

"Seriously, I've been to like, five of her birthday parties," Soul insisted.

"Let him in dad, he's a friend of mine," Maka finally said.

"Really?" Her dad questioned. She had never brought home friends before...

"Yeah, he was one of the friends I had online. Turns out he's my neighbor,"

Maka's dad gave his daughter a questioning look, before looking over to Soul, then back to his daughter, then back to Soul again. "That's Uncanny,"

"Let's go to my room," Maka said, leading her neighbor upstairs.

"Want a snack?" Her dad asked them.

Maka was about to refuse, but Soul answered first. "Hell yes!" Maka couldn't help but glare at him a little. "What?" Soul asked. "When someone offers you food, you take it!"

The two kids headed up to Maka's room. It was an ordinary room, with light yellow walls, a wooden wardrobe, desk, cushy double bed, a few comfy chairs here and there, and a small TV stationed on top of her wooden dresser. Through her bedroom window, Soul could look across and see his. That was cool.

Maka took her spot at her desk, where her laptop laid in station, still on the Tumblr page. Soul could see the conversation they where just having. After a few seconds of assessing the situation, he jumped onto her bed, laying down on it, soaking in the comfort of the fluffy sheets.

"Make yourself at home," Maka droned sarcastically.

Soul laughed guiltily, sitting up and sitting criss-cross. Immediately, a sleek, dark brown cat with yellow eyes jumped onto his lap, rubbing it's butt on him.

"Uh, Maka, what's your cat doing?" Soul asked, somewhat uncomfortable with the feline's actions.

"Establishing her dominance over you," Maka answered simply. "Her names Blair. She's a Havana Brown cat. Or at least part havana brown. She acts more like a prissy strip club dancer than a cat though,"

Blair looked up at Soul expectantly. Doing the only thing he knew cats liked, Soul lowered his hand down to pet her. She purred as he stroked her head.

"Was there anything you wanted to talk about?" Maka asked.

Soul shrugged. "It's just crazy, I guess. I mean, what are the odds that some person I met on the internet turns out to be the girl who lives next door to me for twelve years. Stuff like that just doesn't happen!"

"Well it did, I guess," Maka said with a shrug. "I wonder if anyone else on our chat-blog are people we know. I mean, ModStar does remind me of Leo,"

"Oh god! He does!" Soul groaned dramatically, disturbing the cat, who gave him a hiss before running off. "I swear to god, if ModStar is actually Leo I'm going to murder myself with a spoon,"

"Murder yourself with a spoon?" Laughed Maka.

"Yes. With a spoon," Confirmed Soul, as if spoons where undeniably the best murder weapon out there.

The two laughed a little, before going quiet. "Hey," Soul pipped up, disrupting the silence. "About what that kid did with your girls stuff? I'm really sorry about that,"

"You weren't the one who did it," Maka grumbled.

"Yeah, but I was the kid who sat by and did nothing while the entire class of 40 kids laughed at you," Soul brought up. "I'll just let you know, if something like that happens in the future, I'll stand up for you, ok?"

Maka smiled. The perks of having a real-life friend. "Thanks. And I'll stand up for you too, the best I can,"

Soul gave her a large smile, his sharp teeth somehow looking more friendly than scary. He then looked over at Maka's bead-side table, where a picture in a flowery frame was held. The picture showed a young Maka, who couldn't be more than five, sitting next to a young... girl or boy. Soul wasn't sure. The child had lonely blue eyes, pink hair that looked so uneven it had to have been self-cut, and paper-white skin. The kid looked small, both in size, and in aura, not exactly radiating the same confidence little Maka was. However, the child did look happy to be with Maka.

Soul grabbed the frame and observed the two kids, remembering something Maka said about a friend on the chat blog. "Was this your old friend?" Soul asked her, holding the picture frame for her to see.

Maka smiled sadly, her eyes clouded with nostalgia. "Yeah. He was my best friend when we were kids. But then we moved here, and I never saw him again. I don't even remember his name,"

"You where what, five?" Soul asked curiously. Maka nodded in response. "No wonder you don't remember his name,"

Maka let out a sigh. "I usually don't like talking to people when I'm on my period,"

"I can leave if you want," Soul responded.

"No, that's fine," Maka told him, waving off his offer. "Your surprisingly un-irritating,"

"Thanks, I guess,"

Suddenly, Maka doubled over, the pain of cramps kicking her like an upset horse.

"Maka!" Soul shouted in alert, jumping off the bed. One second she was fine, and now she was dying.

"It's alright," Maka told him. "It's just period cramps. I just need to lay down,"

Maka attempted to crawl towards her bed, but after around five pathetic seconds of her trying to move while her uterus ate her large intestine, Soul eventually picked her up bridal style and placed her on her bed, putting her blankets on top of her.

"Good, now should I get you anything else?" Soul asked. "Some painkillers? A hot water bottle?"

"Both sound good," Maka strained out. "Papa can tell you where everything is,"

Soul wandered downstairs and found her dad in the kitchen. He was a fit-looking man, with greasy red hair and blue eyes, and the same skin shade as Maka. She also seemed to have his nose. The green eyes and dirty-blonde hair she must've gotten from her mother, wherever she was.

"Mr. Alburn? Your daughter's getting cramps. She asked me to grab her a painkiller,"

"My Maka's in pain!?" Her dad popped out, suddenly looking stressed. "Quick!" He said, throwing the bottle of pills to Soul. "Take this to her! I'll get her a hot water bag!" As he said this, he immediately started heating up water.

Soul took a second to laugh at her dad's protectiveness. He was probably a good father, as far as Soul could tell, anyways. He stopped by the bathroom next to Maka's room and filled up a glass of water for her. She was in the same spot on her bed that he left her.

"I got your painkillers," The boy told her, shaking the bottle as evidence.

"Good," Maka groaned out. "Give me two,"

Soul collected the exact number she told him, and handed them to her, as well as the water glass. She gulped them down, and gave the glass back to Soul, who then put it down on her bedside table. "Your dad's preparing a hot-water-bottle for you,"

"Thanks, Soul," Maka told him. "Your a lifesaver,"

"Hey, I couldn't leave you withering on the floor. That'd be uncool," Soul answered.

With nothing else to do, Soul grabbed the TV remote off the dresser, jumped onto the bed, carful not to land on Maka's feet. He turned the TV on, and after a moment of struggling, he asked Maka, "How do you get to Netflix?"

"You press the apps button," Maka droned, unimpressed by his inability to use a remote.

Soul did as he was instructed, and found the Netflix app almost immediately. "The remote at my house has a Netflix button on it," He explained himself. Maka simply rolled her eyes at him.

"Whadda ya wanna watch?" Soul questioned, scrolling through the shows.

"Anything's good," Maka responded.

This really didn't help Soul decide what show he wanted to watch. He eventually settled on A Series of Unfortunate Events. "Have you watched this show yet?"

"Just the first episode," Maka informed him. "I kinda forgot about it,"

"Really? Your missing out!" Soul told her, pressing the show title. "How long ago did you watch it?"

Maka shrugged. "About three months,"

"Alright, your watching the first episode again," Soul decided, pressing the button and starting it up. At that moment, Maka's dad came busting into the room, hot water bottle in hand.

"Don't worry Maka! I've got your hot water bottle!" He shouted, handing it to her. Maka then curled around it, face red with embarrassment.

"Dad, it's just cramps. You don't need to act like I'm dying," Maka groaned.

"Sorry," He said, rubbing her head, much to his daughters embarrassment. "I just don't like seeing my little girl in pain, you know?"

"I'm grumpy, and tired, my organs feel like they're trying to eat each other, and I'm peeing blood. Pain is an understatement," Maka replied dryly, hugging the bottle close to her, pressing it into her torso.

Her dad then noticed Soul's presence in the room. The initial excitement of his daughter finally bringing home a friend had dissolved, and he now realized that he had let a boy into his daughter's room.

"What are you two doing?" He asked them, his voice laced with suspicion.

Soul quirked an eyebrow at his change of tone. "Watching Netflix,"

Maka's dad stared him down, giving the poor boy the scrutinizing look of a protective father. Finally, he came to a decision.

"Fine, I'm watching with you!" He told them, sitting on the bed behind Soul and Maka.

"No, dad, you really don't have to!" Maka told him desperately, praying that he would change is mind. It was a well-known fact throughout the town that one should never bring Spirit Alburn to the movie theaters.

"Yes I do!" Spirit responded stubbornly, glaring at the TV as if it was trying to pick a fight with him.

Soul shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, then," He said, clicking play on the episode.

By the end of the episode, the sun outside had already set, and Maka was feeling a lot better, cramps finally fading away. She was still hugging the hot-water-bottle, which was still warm, and Soul was petting the cat. However, the two were feeling very uncomfortable about having to endure the bawling grown man sitting behind them.

"It's terrible!" Spirit sobbed, both tears and snot dripping from his face. "They went through so much! They're only children! How could this happen to them!"

"Dude!" Soul exclaimed in disbelief. "It's only the first episode,"

"It's too sad!" He cried.

"This is why I don't watch TV with you," Maka grumbled.

"Does this happen all the time?" Soul questioned his new friend.

"He cried during Galavant. It's a freaking musical comedy!" Maka answered.

"Which episode?" Soul asked wearily, unsure if he wanted the answer.

"All of them," Maka grumbled. "He always finds something to cry about in any TV show or movies,"

"That's... odd," Soul concluded, not exactly sure what to say. "Just don't introduce him to Stranger Things,"

"Oh god, I've made sure he avoided that show at all cost," Maka affirmed.

Just then, as if sensing the awkwardness, Soul's phone rang.

"Oh, it's my dad," Soul told them, picking up the phone and answering it.

"Hello?" Soul listened to his dad tell him what he needed to know. "I'm at Maka's house... You know, Maka?" Soul rolled his eyes at what his father said, before replying, "She's been our neighbor for 12 years! No I'm not making this up... She came to, like, five of my birthday parties!" Soul was silent for a long while. "I'm right next door. You can see me from my bedroom window,"

Soul stood in front of Maka's window where his dad would be able to see him. Both Spirit and Maka inched over to look across, seeing Souls dad in the window, an unamused look on his face. He mouthed words into the phone, to which Soul replied, "I told mom I was going to a friends house... I do not need to report to you everything I do!... Well, you yelled at me first!" Soul took a deep breath. "Dad, I... Yeah, ok, fine," And with that, Soul hung up. "Yeah, I gotta go home," Soul told his new friends.

"Oh," Maka said, slightly disappointed. "Well, come back again soon!"

"Don't worry, I will. Plus we can hang out at school. That'd be cool, right?" Soul asked her, lifting up his fist for her to bump.

Maka took it, pounding her fist against his, "Yeah, that'd be real cool,"

"And don't let your period kill you, ok?" Soul requested.

"Easier said than done," Maka grumbled, but gave him a smile anyways. "Goodbye!"

"See ya!"

As soon as Soul left the house, Maka went to lay back down, requesting that her father reheat her water bottle. When he came back, Maka was playing on her phone.

"Got your bottle," Spirit told her with a smile.

"Thanks, papa," She replied, taking it and hugging it around her torso.

"You want some dinner?"

"That would be nice,"

Spirit paused, before saying, "I'm glad you've found a friend," He told her. "But if he tries to make a move on you—"

"Yeash, dad," Maka interrupted, "Just because I'm friends with a boy, doesn't mean he's gonna be my boyfriend,"

"Sorry, I just want my little girl to end up heartbroken!" Spirit explained.

"Dad, I'm 17," Maka groaned. "I don't need to be coddled anymore,"

"Sorry, it's just, you've seem unhappy since your mama left, and..."

"And why did she leave?" Maka grumbled, giving her father a small glare. It had been a while since his last womanizing extravaganza, and even Maka had to admit he was doing a good job at making up for his wrongdoings. But still, it was him who drove her mother out.

Spirit gave her a remorseful look. "I've gotten better," He told her.

"Yeah, I guess," Maka sighed. "Can I have chicken for dinner?"

"Yeah," Her dad told her, leaving the room to make his only child some food.

BooksHaveSouls_42-42-564 to TheMagnificentAwesomeGodBlackStar!

Hey, I've got a question for you.

Well, I applause you for your magnificent skills in decision-making. There is no better person to come to for questions than the boy who will succeed God.

Whatever. Does your name happen to be Leo Black?

Oh, so I see you've heard of my greatness. Yes, my name is Leo Black, what makes you ask?

We go to the same school.

I'm Maka Alburn.

Are you the study freak I always cheat off of?

Yes I am the study freak.

And you WHAT?!

PRETEND I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!

So, turns out ModCool and I are neighbors (ModBooks)

Well, whadda you know (Mod8)

And ModStar also goes to our school (ModBooks)

Wait, he isn't Leo Black, is he? (ModCool)

Unfortunately, he is (ModBooks)

OOOOHHHHHH MMMMMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD! (ModCool)

One minute, I'm gonna go murder myself with a spoon (ModCool)

Wait, your not talking about the blue-haired kid who always talks about how great he is? (Mod8)

Wait, you know him too? (ModBooks)

I have the same unfortunate predicament you have. I go to school with that dumbass (Mod8)

Does that mean ModBig and ModLittle go to school with you? (ModBooks)

Yes we do (ModBig)

Your not that kid who spent the entire test period trying to write his name perfectly, are you? (ModCool)

He is (ModBig)

God, do we all know each other? (ModStar)

How about you, ModFlower, who are you? (ModStar)

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa (ModFlower)

WE DO ALL KNOW EACHOTHER! (ModStar)

It was Monday, the first day of school since Maka found out that all her internet friends were her classmates. Her period had lighten up, as she was no longer feeling cramps, and the amount of blood had reduced to that of a light trickle. She was still eating like a pregnant woman, however; her lunch tray currently stocked with odd and unhealthy food. She had homeroom with Soul, who she had sat next to, but she hadn't really talked to those people offline, never knowing what to say, so therefor avoiding it. However, it was impossible avoid someone when they where waving from across the lunch room for them to sit with you.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

She knew these people. She knew their names, and their faces, but she truly met them on Tumblr. A place where someone can make a fool of themselves and not have to care, since they would never meet anyone they met in real life. Now it's different, and she can't help but see the people in front of her and the people she met online as something different.

There was Soul, of course, she met him Friday. He wasn't that bad. He was currently wearing yellow platform shoes, red skinny jeans, and a yellow jacket that looked pretty cool, along with a large headband that had a buttload of pins and badges attached to it. He was currently trying to toss a grape into his mouth, and was failing miserably.

There was Michael. K Grim, or Mod8. His father was the head of the best college in the state, possibly in all of America. He had bright amber eyes, black, smooth, symetrical hair, with one side of it having 3 individual white stripes. As far as she knew, it was because of a prank from his brother. He was wearing a black suit, without a tie, and she had to stop herself from laughing at his formalwear. He was in the process of sorting his food into individual, equal, neat piles.

Elizabeth and Patricia Thompson, aka ModBig and ModLittle respectively. Elizabeth had long gold hair, blue eyes, light skin, with a slight beach tan. She wore a red crop-top, boot-cut jeans, and a white leather jacket, with a matching cowboy hat of the same color. Patricia looked just like her sister, but her hair was a shade lighter, and cut short, with bangs. She wore jean shorts, a red crop top that looked similar to Liz's, the same hat, and brown leather boots. Elizabeth looked to be inspecting her nails, while Patricia had some food on her spoon, and was driving it around like an airplane.

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, or ModFlower, was a tall, asian girl with long black hair tucked into a pony tail, and black eyes. She was wearing an off-white halter dress, with brown thigh-high socks, and furry boots the same off-white color as the dress. She was the only one simply eating her food like a normal person.

Then there was Leo Black, or ModStar, who was molding his mac-and-cheese into a statue of himself, but it kept falling apart. He was wearing a black tank-top that was too large for him, black and white sweat pants, a small grey scarf, and large black sports shoes, and a yellow star tattooed onto his arm. He was also sporting impossibly spiky blue hair, and small, turquoise eyes.

Maka looked around at the odd group. What had she gotten herself into? It's not like she was much better, after all, her plate was filled with french-fries, brownies, pickles, and chicken strips that she impulsively threw onto her plate in large amounts. Both her brain and stomach told her not to grab those things, but her uterus said otherwise. And it won. She had worn her normal white oxford shirt under her yellow knit sweater, with the red pleated skirt, and black boots. She was dressed extremely preppy around a bunch of people who were either dressed as goths, generally casual, or looked as if they put on whatever they found on their bedroom floor. Her dirty blond double pigtails didn't help either, and she happened to decide that today was the best day to tie them with her flashy, dark green ribbons. Of corse. At least the seat saved for her was right next to Soul, who was the only person she was currently comfortable with.

"Ooh! French fries!" Soul exclaimed, grabbing a one of the fries off Maka's plate.

"Hey!" Maka yelled, grabbing it, and yanking on it, only getting a small torn-off portion of the actual fry. "Mine!"

"Come on!" Soul chided. "You have so much food already,"

"I'm still on my period," She told him. "I need this!"

Soul looked at her curiously. "Do all girls eat their ass out when they're on their period?"

The four girls at the table looked around each other, before shrugging, and simultaneously claiming, "Yeah, pretty much,"

"Huh, the more you know," Soul remarked in disbelief, placing the stolen fry back onto Maka's plate.

"So, I guess we all have a lot to talk about," Michael suddenly brought up. "I think we should start by officially introducing ourselves. We probably already know eachother's names, but some of us do have preferred nicknames,"

"Like Mikey, here," Elizabeth said, gesturing the the speaker, much to his dismay. "We call him 'Kid',"

"Why 'kid'?" Maka questioned.

Elizabeth shrugged. "It's an in-joke,"

Michael, or Kid, apparently, glared at his taller friend, "Liz! I told you not to call me that!"

"Well, you didn't like Mikey..." She justified. "Anyways, I prefer to be called Liz. And we call my sister Patty,"

"Anyone else got a preferred nickname?" Kid asked with an upset grumble.

"Black Star!" Declared Leo. Everyone turned to him with an annoyed look.

"We are not calling you Black Star," Kid declared. Leo pouted, but didn't push it further.

"Oh well, I am a great man of many names after all. Only those who can withstand my greatness should get to use my real name!" He bragged.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if we should keep him in the friend group," Soul told them, holding his spoon increasingly closer to his face.

"If we kick him out, he'll probably just come crawling back to us," Tsubaki giggled. "Besides, we can't kick him out, we've been his internet friend for two years!"

"I see," Leo whispered to himself, suddenly jumping onto the table, attracting the view of the entire cafeteria. He leaned in, his nose inches away from Tsubaki's face. "You can fully withstand the great person that is me. I may be too big for the rest of the world, but not for you," He suddenly stood up, pointer finger in the air, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, I have officially decided to make you my sidekick!"

The entire lunch room started laughing. Tsubaki hid her head in her lap, face red, whispering "Oh my god,"

After the fiasco at lunch, the seven kids milled about their day, before eventually going home. Maka and Soul took the same bus, so they sat next to each other on the way to their houses.

"What kind of music do you listen too?" Soul asked his old/new friend.

"Eh," Maka shrugged. "Whatever I happen to feel like at the moment. I don't really have a preference. What about you?"

"I really like the classics," Soul told her. Maka raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem like the type that would willingly listen to classical music. But then again, he had told them he was a piano player on the internet. "Listen to this," He told her, giving her an earbud and playing a song.

It started as one orchestra song, before melting into a different one, before melting again, with hints of tunes that weren't from the songs at all mixed in. Was it a classical music remix?

"What song is this?" Maka asked him.

"I took multiple different songs and joined them together," Soul answered. Maka nodded; so she was right.

"It sounds pretty cool," Maka complemented.

The bus pulled up next to their houses. The two of them hopped off, and Maka went towards her place, and Soul towards his. Soul turned around to Maka, offering his strange, fanged smile. "See ya tomorrow, Maka!" He shouted towards her.

"See ya!" Maka called, waving back.

She then let herself in (her dad usually left the house unlocked during the day, only locking it at night, or when he wasn't at the house. Since he was able to do the majority of his work at home, he was usually there to greet his daughter when she came home from school), then placed her bag and coat on the couch, and entered the kitchen, where Spirit had just assembled an array of snacks. Maka's out-of-control uterus moaned with happiness, as she grabbed one of the PBJ sandwiches from the kitchen counter. Her dad sat down across from her.

"How was school?" He asked her, a bit cautious. She didn't come home in tears, so that was a good sign, but she was still on her period, and never really seemed to have good days in general.

"It was nice," She told him honestly. "Turns out those 6 people I made the chat blog with on Tumblr are in my class,"

"Really?!" Her dad replied, somewhat shocked. "I know that Soul is our neighbor, but all of your internet friends?"

"Yeah, it's crazy," Maka replied. "But ModCool isn't the only one who's my classmate. ModStar was Leo,"

"Called it," Spirit mumbled to himself.

"Mod8 is actually Dr. Grim's son,"

"Seriously?" His boss's son was his daughters internet friend?

"The sisters are the Thompson girls. The one's who made their science fair project about good fashion and it's link to positivity?"

"I remember those girls,"

"ModFlower was Tsubaki. That tall girl who you thought was of legal age," Maka said the last part with acid in her tone.

"I was drunk!" Spirit shouted in defense. "The school shouldn't have had alcohol available at an event like that!"

"Anyways," Maka muttered, deciding not to comment about how they expected that only one glass would be taken, like the responsible adult her father was susposed to be, but whatever. "Turns out I know them all. So I think we're officially a friend group,"

Spirit smiled at his daughter. "And how does that feel? Does it make you happy?"

Maka sighed in content. "Yes,"

"Alright!" Spirit told her. "That's good. I'm glad," He then got up to work on the dishes. "Oh, by the way!" He shouted to Maka. "Marie and Frank are coming over this Friday, so make sure you clean your room!"

"They're both coming?" Maka asked, her voice sly.

"No, they are not together yet, if that's what your asking," Stein told her. "They just practically live together, have all the sexual tension, and have come this," He held his fingers as close together as he could without touching them. "Close to having sex around 10 times,"

Maka let out a dramatic groan of annoyance. "Why won't they get together already!?" She shouted.

"Hell if I know," Spirit sighed, washing the dishes off.

"Are they staying the night?" Maka asked.

"Knowing us, probably yes," Spirit answered her.

Maka gave her dad a glare. "You better not get drunk on my ass. If you do I'm kicking all three of you guys out,"

"Don't be dramatic, I'm a happy drunk!" Spirit countered. It was true that Maka could deal with her father when drunk. He would act bubbly and sputter nonsense, and sometimes cry a lot, but he never became violent. However...

"Yes, your a happy drunk, Marie is a sleepy drunk, and Frank is a 'dissect literally everything' drunk" Maka reminded him, her eyebrow raised.

Spirit paled at the thought of a drunk Frank Stein. "Yeah, we're keeping alcohol several feet away from him,"

"Good," Maka confirmed, placing her plate into the sink. Spirit wrung his hands out over the sink, before drying them off completely with a towel.

"Oh, I almost forgot," He told his daughter. "I got a little something for you,"

"Really?" Maka asked, following her father to the living room, where a large box wrapped in gift paper sat on the coffee table.

"It's a 'Congratulations for making real-life friends' present!" He told her bubbly.

"Cool beans," Maka replied, tearing into the wrapping paper. It was a giant... machine?

"Looks cool, but I have no idea what it is," Maka laughed, confessing her confusion.

"It's a book printing machine. So you can bind your story into a hard cover," Spirit told her. "You know, the book your writing?"

"Right, that book," Maka mumbled. It had been a while since she worked on it.

"I found this thing at Barns & Nobles, I thought you would like it," Spirit told her. "You do like it, right?"

"Of course!" Maka told him, not even bothering to try to pick up the big, probably heavy box. "It should encourage me to get writing," She told him. "I'm not gonna try to take it to my room, though. Looks heavy,"

"Yeah, it was," Spirit confessed, paling at the memory of attempting to drag the machine into the house. "But we'll figure out where to put it later. Meantime, I've got papers to grade, and you've got homework to do,"

Maka nodded, going back to the entry hall and grabbing her backpack off the couch. Her house had a TV room attached to the entrance, that also lead to the dinning room and kitchen, before leading to the living room at the end of the hall, with both Maka's room, the guest room, master bead room, and office upstairs. Maka had been in this house for a long time, and she didn't mind it. It was cozy, and had all the things she needed.

After finishing her homework, she then clicked the file that contained the book she was writing. It was very disorganized, had a bunch of thoughts and notes scattered about, without some sort of linear connection to them. Different scene's that had nothing to do with each other floated about the file, looking lost and lonely. Rough sketches of her characters could be found throughout, but the story completely lacked organization. Maybe that was ok. It was just a work-in-progress.

If someone asked her what her book was about, Maka couldn't quite describe it. It was a strange thing. One could possibly call it a thriller or suspense novel, or maybe a slow burn, though it kinda lacked the slow and the burn wasn't much of a burn. It might've been about magic, or it could be a town falling apart, or maybe it was a dystopia, she wasn't sure. She hadn't really decided yet. All she knew was that she had a weird assembly of characters and a weird assembly of scenes and a weird assembly of ideas and that none of them went together. Maka groaned out in frustration and disgrace; she had been working on this novel for four years and still didn't have a clue what she was trying to write.

Maka just closed the computer, and wondered to her window. From her bedroom she could see Soul in his, laying on his bed, playing on his computer. As soon as he noticed her staring at him, she gave him a smile and wave, watched him give her one back, before shutting her curtains, jumping onto her bed, and waiting for her father to call her down for dinner.

She enjoyed having friends.

Maka opened up her phone and started scrolling through YouTube, selecting one of those cool speed paint video's and watching it all the way through. When that was done, she closed her eyes and selected a random book off the shelf.

Twilight.

Maka screeched out in disgust, shoving the book back on the shelf. She probably should've burned it, but it wasn't the books fault that the words printed on it were junk. She couldn't bring herself to let any of her books go, even if they where the worst things she had ever read. Maka decided to settle on Harry Potter. Nobody could go wrong with Harry Potter.

A while into her reading, her father called her downstairs for dinner. Good. I need food, Maka thought.

Her phone buzzed.

She got a text.

She never get's texts.

It was from Soul, reading; What're you having for dinner?

Maka walked downstairs, to see her dad place what she could only describe as a "fuck-ton" of hamburgers on the table. Her uterus probably would've broke the sound barrier if it could possibly scream in delight. It made her glad that body parts didn't have vocal cords. Even still, if her uterus (which was still in the process of trying to murder her, even if it was only releasing small amounts of blood) was happy, than so was she. She leapt over to the table joyously, thanked her dad for the food, and dug into the biggest burger in the pile. She then grabbed her phone, and texted her friend.

Maka: We're having burgers. And a fuck ton of them.

Soul: No shit! My mom's cooking potatoes, again. And they taste like curd beans.

Maka: Gross

Soul: Tell me about it. I'm the one who has to eat that shit while you get to stuff your face with burgers. Not cool.

Maka: Cool or not, I'm still enjoying my dinner.

Maka: You can eat the shit potatoes. Serves you right for trying to steal my fries.

Soul: I GAVE IT BACK!

Soul: Uh. I can't take this!

Soul: You know what, I'm coming over. I'm having what your having.

Maka: Soul, what the fuck!? You can't just walk over to my house uninvited.

Soul: Yes I can.

Soul: Alright, I'm at your door. Can you let me in?

Maka: No!

Maka: Do your homework!

Soul: Jokes on you, it's already done! Now let me in.

Maka ignored her phone, deciding that it was best to just go back to her burger. That was until the door bell rang. And before Maka could protest, her dad opened the door.

"Soul?" Spirit questioned.

"The one and only!" Soul cheered, walking past her father, despite his protest, and into her house. He sat down at her kitchen table, drooling over the large pile of burgers. "Damn, Maka, you weren't kidding when you said there was a fuck-ton of these things," And with that statement, he began to dig in.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" Spirit asked him cautiously, unsure about what to do with the situation.

"Maka said you guys where having burgers. I wanted some," Soul answered, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Maka couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Don't you have dinner at your own house," Spirit grumbled at him.

"Hey, I could either eat potato's that taste like absolute shit at my house, or the most glorious fucking burgers I've ever had the pleasure of sinking my teeth into at yours," As if to emphasize his point, Soul took another large bite out of the beef-and-bun sandwich. With his mouth full, he added, "I think the choice is obvious,"

Spirit shrugged. He never really dealt with boys before, but he remembered that, as a kid, if he wanted to be at a friends house he would raise hell if someone tried to kick him out. And he wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with that. "Whatever," He relented. "But your leaving as soon as dinner is finished. Maka needs to get to bed at a reasonable time for school,"

"Stop talking about me like I'm five!" Maka stated exasperatedly. "I'm 17, dad, I think I can watch over my own health,"

"Hey, I know this is new, but when I was your age, if a friend stayed over for too long we'd be up all night. Your low on energy right now. I need to keep you healthy," Spirit argued.

"But you don't need to act like I'm gonna die every time I forget to brush my teeth or something," Maka groaned.

"But you could get gum cancer if you don't keep them clean,"

"God! I give up!" Maka shouted, exasperated. "Soul, say something!"

Soul looked at her with nervous eyes, not expecting to be put on the spot. "I haven't brushed my teeth in a month and I'm still alive," He said, not sure what else he was supposed to tell the overprotective father.

What he didn't expect was for Spirit to dash out of the room, come back with a toothbrush, toothpaste already piled onto it, and demanded that Soul brush his teeth, or he'd get kicked out.

Soul groaned, grabbing the toothbrush and shuffling off to the bathroom, muttering "And the reward for the overprotective father of the year goes to..."

Maka felt like she could die of embarrassment. "Dad! What the hell!?"

"Hey, I can't let your friend die of gum cancer. What kind of a father would I be if I did something like that!?" Spirit explained.

"Argue!" Maka yelled out in frustration and irritation. "You can't be reasoned with!"

After Soul brushed his teeth and got the S.A.S.D.A (Spirit Alburn Stamp of Dental Approval), he settled into a conversation with Maka at the dinner table. Thankfully, Spirit gave the two of them their space, which Maka was glad for. She didn't want her dad freaking out over Soul's (lack of) hygiene practice.

The two of them just asked each other random questions, one's that they would never ask someone on the internet. They found out each other's birthdays, political stance (both were Democrats, and both wanted Obama to come back, despite him already having served his two terms), their oddest hobbies (Maka's was deep philosophical analysis of herself and others, and Soul's was attempting to taste some of the oddest foods. Both where glad they didn't fave each other's weird hobbies), and their most annoying teacher (They settled on Arthur Boorman, the history teacher, rather quickly).

Eventually, Maka told him about the visitors coming that Friday.

"Your godfather and godmother?" Soul questioned.

"Yep," Maka confirmed. "They were friends with my mom and dad for a pretty long time. They're pretty fun, as long as Frank isn't being creepy as usual, and their the closest thing I've got to an aunt and uncle, since my dad's pretty out of contact with his family,"

"And what about your mom?" Soul questioned. He tries to dig into the back of his memory of what Maka's mother looked like, but he couldn't really remember her. He wondered if she was ever there at all. "Doesn't she have family,"

Maka turned her head away from Soul, focusing on her plate and burger instead. "It's complicated. I don't really feel like talking about it,"

"Ok, sorry," Soul told her, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. The kind you get when you say something you shouldn't have. "So, these godparents of yours," Soul quickly changed the subject. "Are they married or something,"

Maka let out a dry laugh, "I fucking wish!" She cried. "They're those kinds of people who have all the sexual tension in the world, but just won't make a move! You know, the kind of people's who's heads you want to shove together and tell them to just kiss already!"

"Oh god," Soul laughed. "That sounds really frustrating,"

"You don't know the half of it," Maka mumbled.

"So, who are those two people?" Soul asked. He was quick to regret it.

"Well, my godfather's name is Frank Stein," She told him.

Soul paled. "Your not talking about Dr. Stein right? That creepy biology teacher who stalks all the visitors at Grim's university?" Soul cried. "God, if the university wasn't so highly rated, I would've knocked it off my college list just cause he freaks me out! No offense,"

"None taken," Laughed Maka. "He is really creepy. And he tried to dissect Blair on more than one occasion. And he once got drunk and tried to dissect me and dad," Maka explained. "But as long as you keep the scapals away from him he's alright,"

Soul didn't look so sure. "So Dr. Stein, of all people, has sexual tension with someone?" Soul laughed. "I thought his only true love was liver organs,"

"And Marie," Maka added. "He's totally different around her. It's hilarious, actually. He acts like a zombie 87% of the time, but as soon as Marie starts talking to him he get's completely flustered!" Maka laughed. "You wouldn't believe it was possible for his face to get red until you see it!"

"And who is this Marie?" Soul questioned. "Someone who can make Mr. Creepy flustered is someone I need to meet,"

"Oh, Miss Mjolnir," Maka told him. "The high school principle,"

Soul's jaw dropped all the way to the floor in disbelief. He looked over to Spirit, hoping the man would tell him that it was a joke. Spirit just nodded his head, saying; "It's true,"

"Holy fucking shit!" Soul cried. "The sugar-cake high school principle who still believes in fairies is in an un-relationship with the creepy-psycho dissection-inator guy!?"

"Yep, pretty much sums it up," Maka told him.

"God, I gotta see this!" Soul begged.

"Well, they're staying here for the weekend. You can come over at some point," Maka suggested. "And who knows, maybe they'll finally kiss each other or something,"

The two fell into a comfortable silence, while Maka finished her probably 11th burger. Usually she could barely get through one. But her menstrual cycle allowed her, and made her want to, pack about a hundred more pounds than she usually does. It's because of her once-a-month overeating days that she was able to keep herself from slipping into the underweight range.

"I have an idea!" Soul suddenly pipped up. "But your dad might be against it, since it's gonna take a house invasion,"

Hearing his title, Spirit came over to the table. "What's your idea?" He questioned the boy cautiously.

"I have a brilliant plan, to get Dr. Stein and Ms. Mjolnir to get together," Soul told him, and evil smile on his face.

Both Maka and Spirit cracked an equally evil smile, leaning on the table, closer to the white-haired schemer. "Let's here it!"

And done!

This is my first official contribution to the Soul Eater fandom, so I hope you guys like it!

Unfortunately, Crona has not made his official debut in this chapter. But he will show up a few chapters in, however.

I hope you enjoyed my craft of friendship between Maka and Soul. I don't really have too many close guy friends, so I mimicked the relationship between me and my younger brother's, who are both pretty helpful to me when I'm in pain or something, even though I usually tell them not to bother with me.

The relationship between Maka and Spirit is going to be a complicated one. I'm sort of basing it off the relationship between me and one of my brother's, who's going through puberty right now, and is therefore acting like an asshole. And I blame puberty cause I was a bit of an asshole when I went through that stage of life as well, though I'm a girl so it's probably pretty different. Anyways, the relationship between me and my brother is the strong love any sibling would have, though periodically he does things or reminds me that he does things that I completely hate, and my initial thought is that "I hate you," when it's really "I hate it when you do that,". There is a difference, but it's easy to confuse. For the relationship between Maka and Spirit, they love each other like fathers/daughters usually love each other, but Maka will have periodic moments where she remembers or see's him doing something she doesn't like, and then hates him for it. Unlike the anime/manga, however, instead of the divorce between her parents being a pretty recent thing, Spirits had quite a long time to think about what he did and try to fix it, and Maka had an equally long time to let him back into her heart. So, because of these changes, the two of them will be closer than they are in the anime, which I'm mostly doing for plot's sake, and Spirit will have calmed down with the womanizing, mostly cause he's had time to force himself out of a habit. This is all phycological stuff, I know, and being that I'm only a teen girl, I probably don't know as much about the human brain as I think I do, so I want you older writers to tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.

Everyone is going to have their own character arcs, both in regards to their friends, home life, and dreams. As you can already see, Maka is an aspiring writer, who, like me, has run dry on original ideas, and is being indecisive about which idea she actually wants to write about. She's also gonna have some abandonment issues, mostly to do with the situation with her mother.

I hope everyone was pretty in character. Maka's personality reminds me of my own, so it's gonna leak into this story quite often, though it will never be too out of character.

Next chapter: Maka's new friends try to get Stein and Marie together, Asura get's mad at his father, and a creepy pet shop owner begs her sister to move into town! What will become of these strange, string of events?

Hahahahahahaha! I'm so fucking extra.

~MotherUniverse signing out!