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Nice story! Is this an rp?

Dear Somebody,

It's my fault the dam burst; I should be the one leaving, but I'm not. Why?

Because I want you to stay!  

Fine, here's my story:

I finish my rant and leave the Chatterbox, satisfied that now I can just leave and maybe that will quiet things down.

Brookeira runs to me. "Why did you do that?" she gasps.

"I thought..."

"Somebody is LEAVING!"

I freeze in shock. No, no, no. This isn't what I wanted. I just wanted to leave, and quiet things down. Suddenly I hear angry shouts and see people, either turning on Somebody or protecting her. Brookeira tries to run in, but is burned and withdraws, running to the safe haven of the inkwell.

I come back in. Everyone starts yelling, somewhat in my support, but mostly telling me I'm a copycat, I was unoriginal, I'm just as bad as anyone else.

"But why?" I ask the masked people who are hiding their faces under false names, ones who used to be my allies and now think I'm dirt, "you used to like me..."

"Somebody is hurt because of YOU!" Someone yells. That someone is my conscience. I run out of the chatterbox, sobbing.

Suddenly Brookeira appears in front of me.

"Listen," she says, "I know you're hurt. I feel bad too."

She helps me up.

"Go in there. Apologize."

"I did that in Cac. No one's listening."

Suddenly, mild-mannered Brookeira does the last thing anyone would ever expect her to do.

She slaps me. Hard.

I reel back and yelp as she starts yelling.

"I AM BUILT FROM FROST, BUT YOU'VE FORCED ME TO BE FORGED IN FIRE. GO BACK THERE. I AM COUNTING ON YOU!"

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So I'm back. I'm sorry for being a jerk.

This argument is MY FAULT.

So Somebody, Come back. I know I was wrong, but come back. 

The flame is not going out " it's no use!" I scream over the crackles and crashes. Brookieria runs over to me.

"Built.... Frost..... Saves....save somebody," she pants. She falls forward and I catch her. I put her over my shoulders and start running for the exit.  

It's winter outside, and the snow turns to water above my head. I keep running. I know her FAVORITE place, it was right here. I set her down in the snow. Her eyes snap open and flash electric blue. "Thanks," she said and started to get up.

"No, stay here. I am going back for Somebody and MP."

"You can't, you'll die in the flames!"

"Someone needs so save them." I start running off before Brook can object. Tears are weird, amazing things. They stream down my face, and I run back in. SAVVY44x runs over to me and gives me a hug. 

"What are you doing get over here, Maple!" she yells. "Somebody isn't here!"

"But MP still is."

"Let's go." We jump over the burning flames and rubble of the Pp. We skid to a halt in CaC when he door is iron and all barred and chained up.

"Maple, MP is in there," Savy says. "Glitter just makes the fire grow more. "

"But SYURP can make things come off." I work slowly taking one link off of the chains at a time. I pull a random key out of my pocket and give it to Savvy. I also hand her the lock. "Work with this."

 I slip everything down towards me and crack the door. Savvy grabs my hand. " Be careful. Call if you need help."

"Come with me."

We walk in slowly and soon sight MP. This room won't burn just yet. MP  is curled up in a ball, crying in the middle of the room. I step closer.

"DON'T," MP growls. 

"MP come on!" I grab MP 's hand and pull her up. I give her a hug and so does Savvy.

"Please leave me here!"

"No," Savvy says. "We are your friends." Smoke pours through a crack and covers MP. I hear her fall to the ground. Savvy and I pick her up and walk towards an exit.

"Thanks. " MP coughs.

We set her down next to Brookeria.

"That's what friends are for," I manage to say through the heat.

"Sticking together even if we are mad at each other," Savvy says.

MP smiles and drifts unconsious. One of the Adimins runs up to us. 

"Are you two all right?"

"Yeah," I say, "a few bruises."

"We just called the paramedics. There are too many injured CBers for the 3 of us to take care of. They will be here soon. Do you know what of Somebody?"

"Out," Savvy says.

"And MP." I gesture towards Brook and MP unconsious.

"Thank you for getting MP."

"No problem."

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See my point?

I would go into flames for any of you.

I would drown for any of you.

I don't care if th CB is changed. Becuase maybe this change is good, maybe there is something to come out of this. I am staying. I love the CB. I won't change your mind. But I am sticking around. I am MapleSyurp. I love you all. Don't leave me now. Don't slam that door. Don't keep your distance any more. For the first time in forever I finally understand. Now take my hand and come back to the CB. With me. Us. All.

Somebody, can you please keep your story to this one thread? It seems the whole CB is getting flooded with threads about this issue, and I don't want them replacing RPs or anything.

As the Chatterbox falls into chaos, I go into a thread by the Contributer.

And my heart is broken.

Slowly, through three threads, I figure out what has happened. And my broken heart makes my sorrow so strong I start to scream, bonding with the other mass of voices.

I hear myself call Somebody names. I hear myself banish Saint Owl. I hear myself throw myself into the thick of this problem.

I shut my mouth. I close my eyes. I cover my ears. And I sink to the ground as panick fills the air.

There I calm down. My rage has gone, and only sorrow remains.

How could she do that? How could she do that to me? To us?
I pick myself up and dust myself off. And I see the fire. Flaring.

But far away, on the other side, there is a door.  And over it says Inkwell.

I feel myself, as I realize my regret, as I realize how terrible I am, float over towards that door.

I enter.

It shuts.

And I'm safe.

*****

(one day later)
A new door appears next to me. And it has my name on it. I walk through.

"Somebody!"

I so dearly want to hug her. I so dearly want to break down. I so dearly want to dance around and hand out presents to all of the Night Watchers.

But I don't. Instead, I promise help.

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Guys, the way we are describing this, it sounds like a war. And we do not need a real online war on our hands. So we need to compromise. Fast.

I stand in the middle of it all not really knowing what to do. What the heck is happening? Seriously. What's happening. I really dont get this thread. Um.... FIRE FIRE CB LET'S GO! WOOP WOOP! Can I just be a clueless cheerleader?? Cuz idk what's going on. LET'S GO CB LET'S GO!! YEAH!! OK!!  I don't understand. Sorry. LET'S GO! OR CB! CLUELESS CHEERLEADER!!

Guys.
We need harmony again. What happened?! I think we should keep Blaster
and Piester, and get rid of all other alter egos. Or just get rid of
the alter egos. And guys, try to get some 13-16 year olds on here.
That might bring some maturity back.  Here, maybe if I put it in
story form, you'll understand.

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"Guys!
What's with all the fire and violence?" I run behind the door to
the Inkwell, the place of refuge.  Savvy has started weirdly cheering. "Guys, she's hurt mentally!" "How can we bring back harmony to this place?" asks MP. "Harmony? What song do you want me to do harmony for?" I joke.  "No time for jokes, Ellie," says a panting Blaster, shutting the door behind her. "We should bring some older kids into this place. People 13-16. Maybe it will mature it up a bit," I suggest. "I want to stay," says Blaster. "And I want to still have my partner." Savvy is still aimlessly cheerleading.