@Sarah Tonin a sssshapeshifting virus?!?! Whoa. Uh, i havent sssstudied cryptopathogens yet but did u catch that from kyle? If not, then, when ur tongue got all up in his ear, did u give it to him 2? What would happen if a shapeshifter caught a shapeshifting virussss??? Freaky lol. Maybe its like, part of how they get more shapeshifters; they infect people and then b4 u kno it the infected person becomes a shapeshifter 2, cigarettessss and all!

Dnt blame @Pearline tho, she's had the puresssst of intentions all along!!! Like sure u got a shapeshifter virus but no need 2 get ssssalty?

Also maybe some ppl could help if u described ur ssssymptoms a lil more. U mention growths and urges but like. What even are they. An urge to "shift"???

But ssssrsly. Hope u get better ig. That was a wiild night. Also, r the new machine ok? I havent heard from them since... Spooky

Oh yh and my hair is ok again. They just needed some time to calm down.

The Psy Corps was knocking at my dorm. I hurriedly stuffed Omega in the other bedroom and answered the door. "Hello," I said. "Care for a mug of cocoa while we talk?"
"Yes, please." I grabbed the last three mugs and started to heat the milk.
"We figured out what type of bite it was." Now that was a new voice. I looked in its direction and saw Miss @Junior Agent LuLu.
"Agent Lulu, what a pleasant surprise! What type of bite?"
"Stink ape," she said. "Hormones have worn off, but the saliva was unmistakable."
My eyes grew wide as I mixed up cocoa powder, sugar, and a pinch of something extra. "So who summoned it, and stuck the code on the window?"
"Ma'am, are you trying to poison us?" said one of the more inexperienced officers, as he watched me mix the powders. "What are you putting in our hot chocolate?"
"Don't push her, Gilbert. It's her secret ingredient," a mustachioed man assured him.
"The thing is, Pearline," Lulu interrupted, trying to stay on task, "we don't know. All we know is the person who unlocked that window was wearing gloves."
"Who could have been wearing gloves without being noticed? It wasn't a formal ball."
I poured the milk into the mugs and walked over to the table. "Are there any pictures of the event?" the mustache asked me as I sat down.
"You'd have to ask our photographer for that one."

I'm caught in a moral dilemma. Did I spell that right? Dilemma? Dilehmma? Delemma? Deademma? Ah... I'm even paranoid about my spelling!

Oh... I really should tell them... but I don't want to get involved. I already messed things up by mentioning the third window. There wasn't supposed to be a bite. It was only going to be a quick interruption by the stinky Stink Ape, a really awkward moment as we watched it do the Chicken Dance, and a couple girls' dresses getting ruined when it knocked over a bowl of Nutrient Solution. But now it's going to-- AH, but I shouldn't speak of it! I'm so sorry. This is the first time my prophetic visions have made things worse. Usually... usually either they help us or everybody ignores me. Like the grape jelly slip-in-slide incident of 2003 (Tommy could never look at owls the same way again). I'm so paranoid now that anything I say will ruin someone else's life--

AH! FORGET I SAID THAT! Nobody's life is in danger, just relax! Or, if you weren't relaxing before I said that, continue panicking! Just... I... *sigh* I just wanted to say that I have a few photos of the dance. I was hanging out on the ceiling, dancing with a couple kids who got caught in a rouge anti-gravity spell, and I took some photos of the dance for prosperity. If @Pearline or the Psy Corps want to look at them, fine. But... it's kind of freaky. Once the film developed... I... you could see... but if I tell you that might reveal the future... GAH. Does anybody know who checked out the only copy of The Ethic Code of Seers and Time Travels from Self-Aware Library? I really need it right now.

I lead @Gretel towards the on-campus PC Department. Through the fiasco of force fields and mind waves, I can just barely see the reception desk.
A tangle of tentacles asked in a bored voice thick with a New English accent, "Do you have an appointment?" The mass of tentacles was surprisingly deft when it came to multitasking, even if each task was a little gooey.
"Uhh, no. But you can call Inspector Brady and tell him that Pearline has his photographer. Odds are he'll let me in right away."
"Awlright..." One of her tentacles flew out and punched a few buttons on the fourth phone. "Inspectah Brady, Pearline says yoah photographah is heah,"
"And tell him to bring LuLu."
"Get LuLu in theyah, too."
We were led to the last room on the right, the inspector's office. Said inspector was busy enjoying a doughnut, the powder of which was littered throughout his bushy mustache. I opened my mouth to talk and he yelled "I'M SORRY I'M PROMOTING CERTAIN STEREOTYPES AND I PROMISE I'LL STOP, JEEZ!"
I assured him I was just going to ask for one, nodding at the box. Everyone loves doughnuts, I said.
@Junior Agent LuLu walked in right at that moment. "Normally, I would chastise you for leading people like them to believe all policemen love doughnuts, but I'm kind of hungry."
We all got the jelly-filled kind.
"Let's see this film." Gretel reached into her bag and pulled out three separate pictures.
"I'm sorry," she divulged, "but I'm not sure I should show you these yet. It could be
And then, Lulu revealed a thick tome, the PC department's copy of The Ethic Code of Seers and Time Travelers. Gretel cracked it open and searched for whatever rule she thought she was breaking.
Sorry, folks, looks like we're on hold until Gretel finds what she's looking for.

Gosh I'm glad that's over. It took me forever to find the right chapter. But I found it, and with a few sly words and loopholes I was able to share the photos with Psy Corp and @Pearline. And have a doughnut. It was delicious.

Anyways, as long as I leave the photos unexplained on a random table in Psyhigh, I'm allowed to share this information. This way, if the authorities are supposed to know they'll find the photos somehow. But if they aren't, I'm sure some freshman will swipe them to decorate their locker or something. Time itself will chose which path we're taking, and ergo halt any possible paradoxes that could spawn from this situation. I just wish I could've been less... frustrating. But as my great great great grandpappy always says: "Fortune Tellers don't git a lot of those there friend types. Eventually either they want sumthang from your visions, or ya slip up and tell em that they gon die cause of canned corn." Grandpappy is wise beyond his years.

I still can't help but feel like I messed up royally this time. I need to talk to another oracle about these future visions. Maybe @Alexander would humor me, he seems nice enough. I'd ask my professor, but she's holed up in the kitchens with the other teachers enjoying sushi. And from Dean Hammer's last announcement, negotiations imply that most of them won't be back until next week. I don't blame them though. Sushi is amazing. Some even claim that wasabi and rice is the recipe to unlock recessive psychic powers. Too bad I don't like spicy things.

Oh, before I forget, there's two things I can say about the photos. Only look at them one at a time, and cameras can catch more than our physical vessals. Now if you will excuse me, I need to remove myself from the investigation before I cause a big issue for next Tuesday.

"Oh, jeez," said the inspector. "What now?"
"Someone's left these out on a table in the cafeteria, with a note. We're supposed to look at each one individually."
I did as the note said.
"Oh my God!" he cried.
"Mozziponi di santi!" I exclaimed.
"In all that's good and holy!"
"Holy. Crap."
"We have to catch this guy."
"Yeah."
"He's a phony, and he ruined the good, honest fun of school dances."
"Yeah!"
"That's supposed to be the job of the socially awkward!"
"Ye- wait, what?"
He stood up and picked up his phone. "Sharon, this school's on lockdown," he spit into the mouthpiece. "No one gets in or out. LuLu, go find the squirrels. Pearline, you know the best hiding places for a bad soul to hide. Go go go!"

And that's how I came to capture Stanley Floyd, a demon posing as a student at PsyHigh, who hates squirrels, parties, and computer nerd cults, and found the perfect oppurtunity to expel his hatred on everyone at the school.

Report to: MORMO HQ Earth B-138
Agent: Gene Sequins
Security Clearance: Magma Horseshoe 999
Mission: Complete
/genome="Psychic Hominid Genome"
Location/Qualifiers: Complete genome for Psychic Youth recorded via Iron Torrent Semiconductor

Resequencing/Eradication Program Greenlight="GO"

Exceptions Requested:
/organism="@Kayla May"
/../\../m.cagctcgtca>ref9*
/organism="@Silverfawn"
/../\../m.aaaaaacata>ref7*
source="dna_analog_oscillator/MoogMother32"
/translation="Agent redaction option invoked"

/informics="Agent requests two subjects to be extracted and relocated to alternate dimensions before gene resequencing/eradication event on Psychic High School B-138. Psychic Hominid Genome will be withheld until formal response from MORMO."

Whoaaaa dude what the hell is thissss?!

agent?!?!?!? ERADICATION???!!!!!!?!?? uhhh GUYS why is NOBODY FREAKING OUT. i KNEW he was up to ssssomething!

HELP?

@Neuman Grange @Beefur9 @Consuelo do u guys kno anything about this?

UMMM WHAT IS GOING ON LOL?!?! like, @Sthephie Serpenthine you're so right this is NOT BLOWING OVER BRO!!!! this TOTALLY sounds like some grim story from one of my multiversal history classes, like when a dude is talking about eradication then things are gonna get PRETTY BOGUS.

im like, soooo freaked out right now? how could a guy who was bustin out such sick beats start busting out these FREAKY phrases...i have like, no idea what to do right now LOL. maybe they need like, a zumba session or something? .

*runs around campus screaming*
*stops for breath*
*screams more*
*loses voice*
I know what to do. I am going to interact with the new machine.
It's the only way to clear this up. Obviously, Stanley Floyd disliked the new machine for some reason.
Wish me luck.