Dedicated to tulpamancers everywhere.
Bubble Drop is an ordinary guy. He enjoys doing ordinary things, he has ordinary grades, and is basically your everyday normal person. Oh, and he has a tulpa.
Don't get me wrong, that's not a bad thing, but some people definitely assume it's bad. Like you have some wierd thing that makes you a freak or something, but honestly, you aren't a freak if you create a tulpa.
Bubble drop had light-blue skin, with messy light blue and lime green hair. His hair is crazy light. He had a dark blue sweater, and a white shirt with a pattern on it that seemed to show a lonely bubble floating among falling leaves. It was a nice shirt. He wore shorts that were a muddy green, like camo, but not.
Bubble drop knew to keep knowledge of his Tulpa between his friends, which he doesn't have any of at the moment, and anyone who reads his blog. Every now and then, be blogs about Tulpa creation, and has started an ask a tulpa side blog. He finds that spreading the word about what a tulpa is is good for everyone.
So Bubble Drop doesn't exactly feel normal, but he definitely isn't a freak of any sort, and neither is his Tulpa, Leaf.
We begin our story as Leaf is walking to school. She's completely fine with taking over for Bubble drop every now and then. She checks in on Bubble, who is currently waiting for something to happen, like a person to walk up and say hi or something, but that doesn't seem to happen. Maybe it's because this nice path through a small bush of trees isn't commonly used by other people who walk to school? No, definitely not. Bubble did research and this path is a very commonly used path.
Leaf doesn't really care though. She's entertaining herself by observing the trees and identifying the ones that seem familiar. It's certainly slowing down their walk, though, and Bubble just noticed.
Are trees really THAT amazing? They're just trees.
You know trees fascinate me. You set that into how I think yourself.
Yep, I really did. I can't believe I did that.
Don't blame yourself. What you just said is like saying that if you could change how I think, I would be a lot different.
Well, I can't really say that. Everyone does have their flaws. I'm gonna take over again.
Sure.
Leaf sat down on the ground, and a few moments later, Bubble got up.
If I don't run to school, we might be late. I still can't believe you like trees so much.
Just run there already.
Bubble Drop ran for a few minutes, and eventually arrived at the school. It towered above Bubble, and he stared in awe. Was this giant horseshoe really made out of gold? Did they really put enough money into this building to even paint it instead of just putting down the bricks and leaving? WAIT. Are those horse statues on the corners of the roof real gold too?!
Bubble drop wanted answers, so he kicked it.
That was a bad idea. He didn't get answers, and his foot is now really hurt.
Bubble decided to walk into the school. He had miscalculated, and he still had 10 minutes before school actually started. A bunch of other students were in the lobby, and most of them were on their phones, chatting, observing, or sleeping. In this case, Bubble was an observer. Mentally, he began a conversation with Leaf.
They all look nice. They probably are, but they're all occupied. Should I go talk to one person out of nowhere?
No, definitely not. That would seem really wierd. Maybe see if the guy on that bench there is reading your blog?
A few meters away, another guy was on his phone, seemingly scrolling down a page. He seemed as though he was making fun of something, but Bubble drop didn't notice the guy's expression. Bubble could only think of the fact that this guy might be Bubble's friend soon.
The guy was a light grey colour. His hair was coloured silver, and he wore all black.
Bubble started walking towards the guy, and glanced at the guy's phone.
It was Bubble's blog. This guy was reading Bubble's blog.
What are the chances?
A pink girl with puffy hair popped into the general area. "Actually, the chances are REALLY-WHA-DIZZLY high, considering this is ALL actually a s-" The pink girl couldn't finish her sentence, because one of her friends started pulling her away.
"That was odd. Are you reading my blog?!" Bubble Drop said, maybe a bit too excitedly.
The guy slowly looked up, looked at Bubble, and replied. "Dude, you own this blog? Cool!"
"Do you not know anyone else who owns a blog?"
"No. When did you get here?"
"Just a few seconds ago."
"Oh, well... I guess that was kind of obvious." The guy scratched his head awkwardly. "I don't suppose you'd know your way around?"
"Sorry, I'm new here. Is there anyone else we could ask?"
"Not that I know of. Everyone else is staring at their phones, or chatting, or sleeping, or silently watching from the balcony just up there." Grey guy pointed up to a balcony at the top of the stairs.
"I didn't see that balcony. Cool. I wonder if they do bungee jumping from there after school."
"Probably not. It is a pretty high balcony, though. Hey, Leaf is there, right? What's her opinion on the current situation?"
There are too many people, this guy could be our friend, it's been almost ten minutes now, and I'm bored.
"She says that there are too many people, you could be our friend, it's been almost ten minutes now, and that she's bored."
"I'm bored too. What did she mean by ten minutes?"
"That the bell would ring really soon."
They sat in silence for a while, waiting for the bell to ring.
Neither of them seemed to notice the person with the walkie talkie on the balcony. The person turned towards one of their friends...
The bell rang, and a voice spoke through the intercom. "All students report to the gym to be assigned to your classes. All students, go to the gym to be assigned to your classes." The intercom voice stopped talking, and the big mob of people slowly moved towards one door. Bubble figured he'd follow the big mob of people, because chances are, they would make their way to the gym. That guy decided he'd follow Bubble around, because Bubble is cool because he posts cool blogs.
Bubble walked into the gym, and saw everyone sitting down in rows. Bubble drop assumed that he had to sit down in one of the rows, so he sat down in line with some other people.
Bubble looked to his left, and saw a girl who looked like she jumped in a pile of Colgate toothpaste.
"Hello there." Bubble greeted the toothpaste person.
"Hello." The toothpaste person replied.
"What's your name?"
"Colgate"
"Oh. My name is Bubble Drop."
"Wait... Do you have a blog?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
No answer. However, another voice, much louder, boomed through the gym. "Hello, wondercolts, to an another amazing year at C.H.S! For anyone who's new, I'm Principal Celestia, and this is Vice Principal Luna."
The two people up on the stage both said a few things, then they started calling out who would be in which homeroom. Eventually, everyone had been assigned to a homeroom. All the teachers then went to different areas in the gym so that each student could find their teacher without confusion.
Both Bubble and grey guy had all the same classes.
"Looks like we're in the same classes." Said grey guy.
"All the classes. Every day. What are the chances?"[\color]
A pink girl with puffy hair popped into the general area. "Actually, the chances are REALLY-WHA-DIZZLY high, considering this is ALL actually a s-" The pink girl couldn't finish her sentence, because one of her friends started pulling her away. Again.
"Pinkie Pie," said the friend who was pulling pink girl away, "not now. Don't ruin this for the so called 'readers'. Okay? Okay." Pinkie Pie and her friend vanished into a crowd.
That was weird. Thought Leaf.
"That was weird." Said Bubble.
"That was weird." Said grey guy.
Hey Bubble, do we even know grey guy's name?
Considering you just called him 'grey guy', no. We don't know his name. I'll ask him.
"Hey dude, what's your name? You never told me."
"Oh, I haven't told you yet? My name i-" Grey guy was cut short by an announcement telling everyone that it was now recess, and grey guy forgot about the question.
When Bubble left the auditorium, which was also the gym, Leaf noticed something.
Is it just me, or is everyone kinda avoiding us?
My, good point. That's something. Why are people avoiding us?
Bubble wondered why that was happening, and was aimlessly walking forwards while he thought. Suddenly, he bumped into somebody and fell onto the floor.
"OW!"
The shock from suddenly falling on the floor made hitting the floor even more painful than it would've been otherwise. Luckily, a hand helped him up. The hand belonged to a dull-orange girl with beige hair. She picked up a cowboy hat and put it on.
"Sorry about that."
"No, it's my fault. I walked into you while I was mindlessly thinking."
"Well, it's okay. I'm Applejack. What's your name?"
"Bubble Drop."
Applejack used some wierd method she had figured out only she could do a long time ago, which Pinkie Pie said would 'be a plot convenience later on', to study Bubble's face, to figure out about what he's thinking.
"You look sad. What were you thinking about right before you bumped into me?"
"Well, the assembly ended, then I just kinda had a giant bubble of personal space. People are practically avoiding me."
"I've seen this situation before. Let me check something..."
Applejack pulled out her phone, opened up the social media app Readit, the front page of the interweb, opened the school subreadit, scrolled past the posts about how Bubble bumping into Applejack meant he had a crush on her, past the posts about how the assembly went, and stopped. There was one post titled 'New kid has schizophrenia?!' Posted by Diamond Tiara.
Applejack showed Bubble her phone. The post was about how Bubble apparently had schizophrenia, and how there was even a sound file attached as proof. Bubble read the post, and played the sound file. The file was his conversation with grey guy before the assembly, and had emphasis on some parts of the audio so that it seems as though they were talking about Bubble having schizophrenia. It also says that that would explain why Bubble kicked the giant gold horseshoe out front earlier.
Bubble got his answer. The giant horseshoe was made of gold.
"Who pissed in their Cheerios this morning?
Applejack put her phone back in her pocket. "I don't know. Wait, let me guess, you're the person with schizophrenia, but you don't have schizophrenia?"
"That's what it looks like."
"That's not great."
"What do they look like?"
"One of them wears a tiara everywhere, and the other one follows the one with the tiara around. Generally, you should feel as though something bad is going down, then you know you're close."
"So they're bullies?"
"Yep."
"Thanks for the help." Bubble brushed his shirt off, and ran to his locker.
At the end of the school day, Bubble was walking home, along the path that he had taken that morning. Since it was the fall, the trees were all beginning to lose their leaves.
Trees.
Yep. Lots of trees.
They're amazing!
Yeah.
Bubble went over a small hill, and saw Colgate further up the path. Colgate looked back and saw Bubble, and began slowly speeding up.
Bubble considered the situation, and decided to stay back.