Hear Me Out, It Was For A Really, Really Stupid Reason. Like He Fell Out Of A Tree Or Something. Or Got

Hear me out, it was for a really, really stupid reason. Like he fell out of a tree or something. Or got bit by a baby monkey.

THE FACT THEY NEVER EXPLAIN WHY MACAQUE WAS INJURED HERE??? LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THIS.

Cuddle Pile

Night had fallen and the shiver was curled up in their shared nest, hidden away by Nightmare's tentacles. Well, all of them except one. A lone thresher shark sat curled up at the entrance to the Trench. Despite his poor eyesight in the dark, he scanned the area for any possible dangers to his shiver. It was a ritual that he had started almost as soon as he arrived in the Depths. Cross hated the idea of the others sleeping unguarded, even if they did have two leviathans watching over them all. So he took it upon himself to be a lookout.

He yawned and watched the bubbles that escaped him float up into the darkness where he lost sight of them quickly. He wasn't tired, not at all. That was why he was absolutely able to notice that someone was sneaking up on him and did not let out any sort of shocked cry.

"Heya Crossy," Killer curled his tail with Cross's much longer one. "It's time to go to sleep, ain't it?" Killer was shoved away for his efforts.

"He's right you know," Horror's voice was a sleepy rumble as he scooped up the thresher. "Off to the nest with you," The great white and bull shark swam back to the rest of the shiver, Cross's wiggles and complaints dying not even half way there. Dust, who was also apparently awake, moved to the side to fit in the tired guard. Horror settled Cross in the nest before he and Killer took their spots again and curled around everyone.

Dust let out a soft purr as he cuddled into Cross, who was taking longer and longer blinks as he sat in the nest. He mumbled out some word of affection that the others couldn't quite make out, but got cuddles and kisses for it regardless. It wasn't too long after that the shiver, and Dream who had been watching them, fell back asleep in a pile of cuddles and purrs, all in the safety of Nightmare's tentacles.

Homeschooling sucks. Like, I'm sorry, but my teachers couldn't care less about their students. I had no idea what a normal student-teacher relationship looked like until I was thrown into public school in my senior year. And it's not like I had a park I could just walk to. No, my social interactions were so incredibly limited.

When I was supposed to be in middle school, my youngest older sister (step-sister, technically) told me funny stories she had experienced at school. All the rambunctious and crazy things her peers got into. Things she got into. She was living a completely normal teen life. I didn't know I was even missing out on anything until it was too late. I never wanted to be homeschooled, but we moved when I was a bitty little thing, so my parents thought it best to take me out of the public school system. Which was the worst mistake of my life. My grades suffered, I suffered. I can't explain how bad things got for me.

Entering my final year of high school was like a breath of fresh air. I was around kids my age again. There were varying opinions and so many people I could listen to and befriend. Not every interaction was good, but it was better than staying home every day, typing away on my computer for a teacher who wouldn't grade stuff unless I went out of my way to ask.

It was the first time math just clicked for me in a long time too. Like, little me was good at basic math. I loved it! But, without teachers, or anyone I could ask questions to, really, I started to hate it. But my math teacher was incredible! Like, I could rant about this guy for ages. He knew exactly how to teach his subject. He wouldn't directly give you the answer if you asked for help, he would walk you through the steps until it clicked. He did this for any student who asked for help. And I got good grades in his class. I was attentive and started taking notes.

I feel like in the time I was homeschooled, I forgot that I loved to learn. Now I want to go out of my way to get a degree that requires in-person hours to achieve. I don't even want there to be the option to go back to how it was before.

unlike you fools, I didnt go to middle school. i suffered at home like a REAL MAN. i didnt need people OUTSIDE MY HOUSE to bully me and ruin my life, that's what your fucking siblings and parents are for!!

nah but fr i always smile when someone's like "we all knew that one kid who-" no, i didn't. i didn't leave my house until i was 13. I didnt know anyone for more than a few weeks at a time, and this inability to get to know anyone at all persisted far into my high school career. there is a reason i am abysmal at remembering names. AWAY WITH THEE.

It would be nice...

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You can also get it on a Roku! Which I think is super neat! I have prime video, which is ad free, so I tend to watch the first three seasons on there, but during my rewatches of S4 and the following special, I turn to HappyKids. The ads are never long. It's also how I watched S3 when prime video was out for my blood.

If you haven't watched the special yet, I totally recommend heading over to HappyKids and binging it immediately.

Also, as a sidenote, when first watching S4, the ads were so similar to those ads you got on PBS kids, Qubo, and other such tv channels I was hit with sudden nostalgia.

to be honest the fact that the HappyKids app is completely free and yet it's still a legal way to watch and support Monkie Kid is absolutely wild, the chances of shows getting that kind of thing are so astronomically low that the only other example of it I know of are companies putting episode of their show free to watch on youtube.

If you're in a country where you can download the HappyKids app, do it, and watch Monkie Kid, especially the new special on it (when it comes out). Do it as many times as you can, in fact. Act like it's the only way we'll get the rest of the story (because, with so many shows getting cancelled or screwed over lately, it very well might be).

Go wild.

Free Day! - Legs

"Why did I agree to this?"

"Because it's Kelp's birthday?" Dream suggested as he got a feel for the new appendages he now donned. Nightmare was still in the water, his tentacles wriggling in agitation. "C'mon Nighty,"

"No." He growled. Dream glared and scooped his brother out of the water. The two teetered dangerously until the leviathan-turned-landwalker regained his balance and started to walk away from the ocean. "DREAM!!" Nightmare cried out, more out of shock and fear than anything else.

"We're going to see Kelp for his birthday and that's final." Nightmare curled his tentacles around himself, hiding his form.

"People are gonna see me," The octopus whined.

"Best start using your legs then," Dream shot back. Nightmare growled before allowing his tentacles to melt away giving way to an unsteady pair of legs. Dream smiled and set his brother down. Nightmare, already in a skirt Dream insisted on him wearing, clung to his brother as the fabric brushed against bones that hadn't been there. His legs were shaky and far too unused for someone who could do this at any time. "Lets get going!" Dream chirped as he dragged his stumbling brother to the house he knew to be Kelp's.

"Let me learn to walk, Dream." Nightmare said, digging his heels in the sand in a fruitless endeavor. Dream only continued to drag his brother along.

"No, because you're going to take all day just because you can," The grumpy leviathan admitted to nothing. Dream knocked on the door with a firm hand three times and stood back, waiting for Kelp to answer. The fisherman didn't take long and opened the door only moments later.

Now, on this very day, Kelp had invited Sans and his brother Papyrus to talk about a long fishing trip he was planning on taking. There was much talk about supplies and how Papyrus would fair on his own unless he wanted to join. It was normal. As was the knock on the door. Kelp was accustomed to helping people save the local marine life, so it wasn't uncommon for him to get people at his door at any time of day or night. But he had been greeted with a very unexpected sight.

"Dream?! Nightmare? How did you guys-" There was the sound of breaking glass causing all three to look into the house. Sans was standing with a confuddled expression.

"Hi kids?" The older fisherman offered a small wave. Dream promptly dropped Nightmare. The octopus fell into a boneless lump, not bothering to try and pull himself onto unstable, flimsy legs. He propped himself up on his arms and stared dumbfounded at the other leviathan in front of him and his brother.

"Sans! Where have you been?" Dream managed to get out. Kelp took it upon himself to help Nightmare into a chair whilst Sans floundered for a response.

"Uh- um... Just... around?"

"He's been here for at least 20 years," Kelp answered in an attempt to help. Nightmare hadn't released the fisherman yet, not trusting the wobbly stool Kelp wanted to place him on.

"We've been looking for you!" Dream exclaimed. "I have to tell the others and-" Dream was scooped up by a lanky skeleton and carried into Kelp's house. The door was kicked closed and Dream was set on the floor.

"We'd prefer it if you didn't," Papyrus said, brushing bits of shattered glass off his clothing. "Sorry about your window Kelp, I was hoping Sans would follow me and we could avoid the kids," The ray admitted sheepishly.

"It's fine Paps," Kelp assured.

"So, no telling Reaps and the others?" Dream asked.

"NO!" Sans and Papyrus shouted in unison. The goldfish flinched back.

"Geez, okay, okay." Nightmare had returned to his many-limbed form and taken to clinging to Kelp who was still trying to remove the octopus from his person. He pulled Dream over and clambered on top of his twin.

"Why did you even leave?" Nightmare asked from his new perch.

"Thought you kids would stop fighting," Sans said with a shrug.

"It did work," Dream acknowledged.

"Papy thought it wouldn't," Papyrus glared at his brother.

"I thought no such thing! I said that it would work, but it would still be a bad idea!"

"Hey, why'd you guys come over?" Kelp turned his attention to the twins, opting to ignore the bickering brothers in front of him. As well as the broken window and glass covering his floor.

"Oh. To wish you happy birthday!" Dream chirped.

"That's nice," Kelp replied, slumping against the wall to fight his oncoming headache.