b3achysurfur
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everyday we get closer to Logan’s death and everyday I feel a little better about life
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NAU THEY WERE BEING DEADASS WHATTTT ???? WHOEVEER DID THIS REVEAL YOURSELF NOWWW
this you? T-T
NO WAYY THATS REAL????I DIDNT EVEN KNOW SBG HAD A WIKI?!?! 😧
also whoever actually did that is funny asf I love my funny followers 😭 y’all tmmmm
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i love logan (he's my fav) but i also love ur posts
ur literally so funny, and ur vibes are immatiuclatebse
idk how to spell, i refuse to try
anywaysss HAPPY BDAYY!!!
yuck bro what do you even see in him 🤕 Logan’s like the worst one in the series, anon. sigh
BUT THANK YOU WTF!!? THATS SO SWEET, ILL CRYYY!!!! I’m glad my blog is entertaining 😭
also dw ab the spelling I’m HORRIBLE at it
THANK U AGAIN FOR THE BDAY WISHES AND KIND WORDSS 💕
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this you? T-T
NO WAYY THATS REAL????I DIDNT EVEN KNOW SBG HAD A WIKI?!?! 😧
also whoever actually did that is funny asf I love my funny followers 😭 y’all tmmmm
#PLEASE DM ME IF THIS IS WAS YOU#and also thank you lee1504 for telling me about the sbg wiki 🙏#sbg#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard webtoon#schoolbus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#mike banner#asks
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me to b3achysurfur, me toooo
I want him in places he doesn’t belong
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IM CRYING WHATTT
(this is the back of the bday-card my sister made me😭)
#ik I like him but ON THE BDAY CARD?!!#guess that means me and him rlly locked in for life#this is a sign he wants me back#sbg#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard webtoon#schoolbus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#mike banner
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AWW THANK UU
🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY @b3achysurfur 🥳
I'm not that much with the Logan hate, but I make exceptions for BD pokies ✨
1- Here's Logan finally having a purpose by bringing you joy in your party 🎉
Aaand~
2- Here's a new Logan who is good enough to be likable and trying to rizz you :
*yes it's the roblox male face *
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nah you guys are so sweet thank you so much!! 💕
🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY @b3achysurfur 🥳
I'm not that much with the Logan hate, but I make exceptions for BD pokies ✨
1- Here's Logan finally having a purpose by bringing you joy in your party 🎉
Aaand~
2- Here's a new Logan who is good enough to be likable and trying to rizz you :
*yes it's the roblox male face *
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LMAOOO THIS ONE GOT IT 😭😭
(thanks for the birthday wishes 😋)
guys since it’s my birthday can you guys make fun of Logan in my comments as my birthday present 🙏
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AWWW THANK U SMM THATS SO SWEET OF U 🙁🙁💕
Logan attending my party just to be forced to sit outside and be bullied LMAOO
HOPE YOUR TEST GOES WELL !!! thanks for spending ur time on this instead 😭😭
🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY @b3achysurfur 🥳
I'm not that much with the Logan hate, but I make exceptions for BD pokies ✨
1- Here's Logan finally having a purpose by bringing you joy in your party 🎉
Aaand~
2- Here's a new Logan who is good enough to be likable and trying to rizz you :
*yes it's the roblox male face *
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TNANK UOUU 💕
guys since it’s my birthday can you guys make fun of Logan in my comments as my birthday present 🙏
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THANK YOUU 😋💕
umm dont hate me y��all I was bored.
for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.
disclaimer: english is not my first language.
tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)
The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.
Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.
A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.
Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.
She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.
It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).
Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.
A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.
Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.
She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.
Logan was dead. Logan was dead.
A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.
Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.
“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.
“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”
Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”
“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”
And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.
Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.
Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.
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guys since it’s my birthday can you guys make fun of Logan in my comments as my birthday present 🙏
#sbg#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard webtoon#schoolbus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#logan hate#logan slander#i hate logan fields.#fuck logan#logan fields
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BROOOO THIS IS SO CRAZY CUZ ITS LITERALLY MY BIRTHDAY AND YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS OMGGGG
umm dont hate me y’all I was bored.
for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.
disclaimer: english is not my first language.
tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)
The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.
Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.
A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.
Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.
She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.
It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).
Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.
A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.
Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.
She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.
Logan was dead. Logan was dead.
A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.
Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.
“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.
“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”
Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”
“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”
And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.
Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.
Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.
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guys I canr breathe
Mike banner . Again . Pls help me
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js one chance PLEASSSEEE MIKE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Mike banner . Again . Pls help me
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the things I would do to him
Mike banner . Again . Pls help me
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