Fanon:A Hack Part 1

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Inspired by PLET, based on the wiki hacker war, comes, A Hack.

Chapter One: A Summer of Money
5 more minutes left of class…

“Aaaaaaand whiiiiile yoooooou aaaaaare iiiiiin suuuuuuuumer breeeeeeak-” Mr. Boring droned on.

3 more minutes…

“Thiiiiink abooooooout yoooooour fuuuuutuuuuuuure.” Half the class was asleep from Mr. Boring's dull lecture.

1 more minute…

“”Maaaaake suuuuuure toooooo-”

RING RING RING

Neeper Ninja and his classmates ran out of the classroom at full speed, nearly knocking Mr. Boring down. He found his friend Spyrin in the hallways. Together, they both found their bikes on the bike rack, hopped on, and headed home for the summer. They get to their meeting playground and there they found Swayam and Henry, both sitting on top of the monkey bars.

“Time for another summer to get All-Out Lemonade going,” Swayam said, jumping down. Henry jumped down after him.

“We have been averaging a 16.7% increase of revenue each year, I have no doubt that this year will be any different with all the cool new stuff we are planning,” said Henry.

“Let’s wait for Nate before talking a lot about this,” Swayam stated, looking out at the road. Nate went to another school, so he was always late for the first meeting. Just then they saw him rolling down on his scooter, he came to a stop and started walking towards them with a grin on his face.

“Hey Nate! Any response from Trapler yet?” Spyrin asked, coming up to greet him.

“I haven’t gotten an email back, which is pretty expected considering he’s been so busy since he's moved away,” Nate said. They all nodded; last year Trapler moved away and they’ve rarely been able to talk to him since he’s gotten a new job, he says, but they aren’t sure what it is. He owned the business before, and now Nate technically owns it, but Trapler manages the money and a lot of things are under his control.

“Well, I’ll work out a schedule for the first week,” said Nate, taking out a notepad. Everyone discussed and chatted away, bringing new ideas for this year and planning out how everything will work out. They weren’t just any lemonade stand, they went all-out with how they operate, hence their name.

“This year is going to be awesome,” said Henry, smiling. “I’m going to have to head home for dinner, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Henry headed off on his bike.

“I’ll head off too,” said Nate.

“Wait,” said Neeper. “Before you do that, I was wondering if I can be promoted to do more for All-Out Lemonade. I think I've been working really hard and deserve a promotion.”

“Hmm, alright, I’ll give you Lemonade Moderator,” Nate replied. Neeper nodded but he didn’t look satisfied with his rank. They then all headed home, ready for the first week of lemonade-selling business.

Chaper Two: Cheezer Dood
Neeper was on his front lawn, looking at the house across from him. There was a “For Sale” sign before, but now it was gone; it looked like another family moved in. He wondered who they were. He then decided to introduce himself so he ran over to their house and ringed the doorbell. A kid that looked like the same age as Neeper opened the door.

“Um, hi,” said the kid.

“Hello, I’m Neeper and I wanted to welcome you because you just moved in!” exclaimed Neeper cutting him off. “I can show you around if you like! By the way, are you parents home?” The kid's eye seemed to twitch.

“No, they’re usually never home,” he replied.

“Well, what's your name?” Neeper asked.

“Cheezer.” suddenly Cheezer’s face broke into a wide smile. “What was that about showing me around?”

“Come on! I’ll show you all around the neighborhood,” Neeper replied, smiling as well. Then, he reached out to grab Cheezer’s hand and he took it. They walked down the sidewalks and were constantly talking to each other. They walked around and talked for hours, swapping drawings when suddenly, Neeper’s mom yellowed out for him at their door.

“Oh no! I didn’t realize I was out for so long!” Neeper jerked his hand in front of him, checking his watch.

“Wow, it’s been so long! I better be going, talk to you later Cheezer!” Neeper shouted while running home. Cheezer waved back at him. They both knew they were going to be very good friends.

Chapter Three: Trapler’s Message
Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep. Click.

Nate hit his alarm and got out of bed, ready for another day of business. He checked his phone and saw that he finally got a message from Trapler, he smiled. "Finally!" he thought. He went downstairs to get some breakfast and to get ready for the day. Halfway down the stairs, he froze.

"Lol, I don’t care about this stupid business, I never did. I only made this business so everyone would think I'm a good person. I might even close it as a funny prank, now that would be hilarious."

Nate ran downstairs and grabbed his bike, then sprinted out the door with it.

“Nate, what are you—”

“No time to explain, Mom! This is important!” Nate shouted, cutting her off. He rode to the meeting playground and called for his friends to come immediately. The first one to arrive was Neeper. He jumped off his bike and looked awake for the importance. Then Spyrin came, and then Swayam and Henry, groaning with fatigue.

“Why did we have to come so early? Can’t we wait—” said Henry groggily.

“No time! Look!” Nate exclaimed, showing Henry the email. Suddenly, Henry snapped into focus.

“What? Close the business? But he’s managing everything! What do we do?” Henry asked. Everyone else read the email as well.

“WHAT?!” Neeper yelled. “WE CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN! DO ANYTHING! WE CAN'T HAVE THIS GO!” Neeper yelled. Swayam and Spyrin both seemed shocked as well.

“What if we just start a new one? Trapler can’t hurt us then,” said Henry.

“But we have so many memories with this one, and so much great stuff! We can’t replicate all that,” said Nate.

“So? Most of the stuff we did before we aren’t doing anymore, it's mostly just new stuff,” said Henry.

“Yeah, we have a lot of memories here, though, I could replicate one with a  few things, ” said Neeper. Suddenly, Nate’s phone buzzed again.

"That wasn’t me who wrote that," the email said.

“What? He got hacked?” Neeper asked. “So the hacker strikes again! A few days ago Cheezer got hacked on discord, remember?”

“Please don’t bring that up,” said Swayam. “It's pretty obvious who this hacker is.”

“Who?” Neeper asked, surprised.

“You,” Swayam responded.

“What? How can he be the hacker? He’s our friend!” Spyrin interjected.

“I saw how you weren’t happy with being a lemonade moderator! You made this up so you can come out as the hero and be promoted to a higher rank,” said Swayam accusingly. Henry nodded. Then everyone’s phone buzzed, each having the same message.

''I have been watching you guys fall apart over me!!! This lemonade stand will crash some day, so I am just helping destiny. No need to thank me!''