SHF High-school Fanfic

[Deleted member 146224]

Symphony of toes!

That's the line I'm the proudest of


I'm sensing a stabby presence I give cuddles

 

[SRB]

@DannyTheDaikon 'twas a beautiful song, little Daikon. Thank you very much.
*pat pat*
My face still hurts, but how from a happy smile...

 

[LuoirM]

*picks you up like one would a cat*
done

Now me want to be throw me over a cliff into the sea

 

[Deleted member 146224]

@DannyTheDaikon 'twas a beautiful song, little Daikon. Thank you very much.
*pat pat*
My face still hurts, but how from a happy smile...

I'm glad you liked it I give careful huggles to not hurt face

 

[Aaqil]

For mama!

? Limb Collector ?
(Verse 1)
Beneath the open sky, where the earth meets the school,
I wander through the hallways, where treasures wait for me.
With eager eyes and searching hands, I explore the limb store,
In the art of collecting hands, I find a beauty to adore.

(Chorus)
Collecting limbs, a journey untold,
In each hand, a story to behold.
From legs to arms, in colors bold,
In the world of limb collecting, my passion unfolds.

(Verse 2)
I pick up fingers worn by stabs, smooth beneath my touch,
Each one a tiny masterpiece, that nature crafted just as such.
With every knee I add to my collection, a memory is made,
In the symphony of toes, my spirit finds its serenade.

(Chorus)
Collecting hands, a dance with time,
In every layer, a history prime.
From Theirls high to Seymours low,
In the pursuit of limbs, my heart finds its flow.

(Bridge)
In the quiet of my corner, I arrange my treasures neat,
Each hand a precious memory, each one a tale complete.
I trace the lines and patterns, with wonder and with glee,
In the kaleidoscope of appendages, a world of mystery I see.

(Chorus)
Collecting limbs, a passion so pure,
In each specimen, a world to explore.
From Eldritch ancients to hoomans blight,
In the art of limb collecting, my soul takes flight.

(Outro)
So here's to the collectors, with pockets full of hands,
Whose love for limbology will forever be known.
For in the world of limb collecting, we find joy and delight,
A timeless pursuit, that keeps our spirits alight.​

 

[Aaqil]

I haven't decided yet I'm going to give her at least those 2 hours of peace and then I'll commence bombardment

 

[Azure_Fog]

Not in the [CURSED TIMELINE].

I don't think that works... timelines are all fused into one in SHHS~
If it does, cool~

But here is the thing…
You can’t reach @Raymann . They are safely ensconced in chair 0.
You say you can stab concepts.
But you can only stab them if you can get the right concept.
You might think I am talking out my arse, but there is actually a good reason behind it.
Raymann is in a spot where any concept that is in chair 0, is rendered zero itself, which means there is nothing within Chair 0, despite the fact that there should be something. And Chair 0 is not Chair 0, because it too is rendered different from everything that would be Chair 0, thus you cannot stab it because it doesn’t exist, even though revealing the information would make it exist, which starts what we view as a curse made by what we view as an impostor, but it is encoded in reality as something other than a curse. We just call it a curse and call it an impostor to talk about it easier. It is constantly going through various permutations, and each permutation is only findable with a code of differing zeroes even though the zeroes should all be the exact same according to every reality and timeline.
But! What if you stab this nothing? Well, it is a different nothing. And then oops, you chose the wrong nothing. Nice try. Not that nothing.
This means that you cannot use your control over causality to solve this because it doesn’t apply here. You must use something else, like time, fate, your everything-magic, etc.
What if, despite it quite literally being impossible to find it, we hypothesize that you did find it using what I mentioned? What would happen then? Well, the action of stabbing turns nothing into something.
Which means…
You cannot stab it! By stabbing the concept of nothing, you automatically make it something! Which means that Chair 0 is once more out of your reach, because it can only be a certain kind of nothing that you know nothing about!
It is a paradox!
And it is also a paradox completed unrelated to anything in your toolbox. This paradox is solvable by your control over causality. But the earlier paradoxes cannot be solvable by causality and actually make it so you cannot use causality for this paradox without making it so you end up using it on the earlier paradoxes (which makes it so your attempted murder is null once more). But your fate and time powers have no bearing on this! And your magic that can do anything… cannot do anything without doing something.

Not by your perspective.
But [redacted]'s.

Beside it all already had happened long time ago.
And is happening at same time.
For her everything, is past and predictable.

She had died infinite times, she had killed infinite time. She had saved infinite lives. She had took infinite lives. Yet no one remembers her, [redacted]

See, this is why we picked the π seat. Irrational, never ends. Stab every number you see, there is another one waiting for you.
It is like Us, in a way. Slice away all you wish, yet the circle remains unsquared.

Summarised.
About [redacted name]
Seat 0

A. There is a non existent highest dimensional dead person among you who appear as if alive(not deleted yet), he/she is the <imposter>.

B. Whenever the school recognise that there is a extra student. The students begin to die one by one in gruesome way until none remains.
So in order to compensate for <imposter> his/her existence, the previous council deleted records of another student name [redacted].

C. The [redacted] student is non existent yet existent. However to recognise her as someone/something would instantaneous start the unknown anomoulous phenomenon which will start killing 'final destination style'. Hence, everyone ignores her.

D. In case, someone recognise her, they have to kill the <imposter> at the spacetime where it all began before the phenomenon kills all.

E. Everyone in shf had died to phenomena countless times and each time it reset by point of view of [redacted]. She doesn't want any more deaths, hence she stays away from everyone. No one remembers.

…
I’m going to need more space… time to go write a google doc…
My response will probably be in around 24h? I‘m good at procrastinating…
Anyways, I’m just gathering evidence for now~ This is shaping up to be quite fun~

@ShizukiIchino your turn. Truth or dare?

When’s my turn~?

? Sad Daikon (Missing Her Stabbyness) ?
(Verse 1)
In the garden, 'neath the moon's soft glow,
Stands a daikon, with a heart of woe.
Longing for a friend, in the silence of the night,
Missing Her Stabbyness, holding on too tight.

(Chorus)
Oh, sad daikon, with tears in your eyes,
Yearning for your stabby, under starlit skies.
In the garden's embrace, you feel the despair,
Oh, sad daikon, missing Your Stabbyness.

(Verse 2)
Through the rustling leaves, and the gentle breeze,
She sighs, beneath the towering trees.
Her patch of earth feels empty, without her stabby friend,
Oh, how she misses the stabbies, that seemed to never end.

(Chorus)
Oh, sad daikon, reaching out in vain,
Hoping for the stabby, to ease the pain.
In the quiet of the night, she sheds a silent tear,
Oh, sad daikon, wishing Her Stabbyness was near.

(Bridge)
Memories linger, of cuddles tight,
Of whispered secrets, shared in the night.
But now she stabs alone, in the moon's soft glow,
Missing Her Stabbyness, with a heart of woe.

(Chorus)
Oh, sad daikon, with a heavy heart,
Longing for the day, she'll be sliced apart.
In the garden's solitude, she feels the despair,
Oh, sad daikon, missing her @Azure_Fog .

(Outro)
So let's sing for the sad daikon, standing all alone,
In the garden's quiet, with her sorrow known.
May she find Her Stabbyness, and joy beyond compare,
For even in sadness, there's stab in the air.​

*hugs Danny*
I’m s-sorry *sob*
I w-was *sob* asleep…
*cries into Danny*

 

[Aaqil]

For mama!

? Limb Collector ?
(Verse 1)
Beneath the open sky, where the earth meets the school,
I wander through the hallways, where treasures wait for me.
With eager eyes and searching hands, I explore the limb store,
In the art of collecting hands, I find a beauty to adore.

(Chorus)
Collecting limbs, a journey untold,
In each hand, a story to behold.
From legs to arms, in colors bold,
In the world of limb collecting, my passion unfolds.

(Verse 2)
I pick up fingers worn by stabs, smooth beneath my touch,
Each one a tiny masterpiece, that nature crafted just as such.
With every knee I add to my collection, a memory is made,
In the symphony of toes, my spirit finds its serenade.

(Chorus)
Collecting hands, a dance with time,
In every layer, a history prime.
From Theirls high to Seymours low,
In the pursuit of limbs, my heart finds its flow.

(Bridge)
In the quiet of my corner, I arrange my treasures neat,
Each hand a precious memory, each one a tale complete.
I trace the lines and patterns, with wonder and with glee,
In the kaleidoscope of appendages, a world of mystery I see.

(Chorus)
Collecting limbs, a passion so pure,
In each specimen, a world to explore.
From Eldritch ancients to hoomans blight,
In the art of limb collecting, my soul takes flight.

(Outro)
So here's to the collectors, with pockets full of hands,
Whose love for limbology will forever be known.
For in the world of limb collecting, we find joy and delight,
A timeless pursuit, that keeps our spirits alight.​

Did you make any more of these?
Gonna save them all,

 

[SRB]

Now me want to be throw me over a cliff into the sea

Nyet. Not gonna do that.
*not letting go*

 

[SRB]

Now me want to be throw me over a cliff into the sea

I can do this instead.
*throws you into the sea from a small hill*
Don't forget to land properly!

 

[Azure_Fog]

@Simple_Russian_Boi when’s my truth or dare~? I’ll take both~

 

[Pixytokisaki14]

 

[Deleted member 146224]

I don't think that works... timelines are all fused into one in SHHS~
If it does, cool~

I'm making that timeline separated from the rest. It's a bit of a special case...

...OR IS IT

♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

In all seriousness, I think you're going to enjoy the ending I'm making it extra special

When’s my turn~?

Nyeow Truth or dare?

*hugs Danny*
I’m s-sorry *sob*
I w-was *sob* asleep…
*cries into Danny*

oh nyo! I made Her Stabbyness cry!
*hugs tightly*
*tries not to sob herself*
Sleep is important, this Daikon understands And you're still sick so you need proper rest
*cuddles more*

 

[SRB]

@Simple_Russian_Boi when’s my truth or dare~? I’ll take both~

Oke
Truth: How often do you check the thread to see if Danny's awake?
Dare: don't stab anyone without their consent for a day

 

[LuoirM]

I can do this instead.
*throws you into the sea from a small hill*
Don't forget to land properly!

*lands belly first*
Woooooooo
*doesn't emerge*

 

[Deleted member 146224]

Did you make any more of these?
Gonna save them all,

So far I have
"I miss being stabbed"
"Sad Daikon (Missing Her Stabbyness)"
"Limb Collector"

 

[SRB]

*lands belly first*
Woooooooo
*doesn't emerge*

*pulls you out from the sea*

 

[Azure_Fog]

Nyeow Truth or dare?

Both~

oh nyo! I made Her Stabbyness cry!
*hugs tightly*
*tries not to sob herself*
Sleep is important, this Daikon understands And you're still sick so you need proper rest
*cuddles

Waaaaaa~
*cries more*
*hugs back*

Oke
Truth: How often do you check the thread to see if Danny's awake?
Dare: don't stab anyone without their consent for a day

Truth: Depends on the day~ and not much because Danny gets up at a mostly consistent time~
Dare: ’kay~ *time travels forward one day* Done~

 

[ShizukiIchino]

*Slices of head and pretends to be a dullahan and walk behind you* TrUtH oR dArE

Truth!

 

[ShizukiIchino]

commence bombardment

Commence bombardment! Did someone say commence bombardment!