In a high school named Fandom High, two girls walked down an empty hallway.

One of them was Tainted, a younger version of her. She wasn't dressed as fancy as she was in the future, with baggy black jeans and a red baggy sweater on. She had a skull necklace around her neck, bouncing off of her chest with each step. Her untamed, wild black spiky hair and dyed piece of red hair was knotted and unbrushed. She was chewing on a piece of gum, a blank look on her face as she walked with her hands shoved into her pockets.

Walking slower behind her was a younger version of Bubbly, her brown and purple hair hiding her face with a shadow. She was wearing the same outfit as the future, a purple baggy sweater and baggy blue jeans. She was hunched over, her head facing the ground as she slowly shuffled along. She had that 'nerd' look to her, with her books pressed against her chest and avoiding eye contact with other people.

Tainted suddenly stopped and turned around to face her relative, raising her eye brows at her.

"You comin'?" She asked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before gently placing it between her lips, "You ain't gonna be walking with me if you're twenty feet behind."

"Oh, sorry!" Bubbly mumbled, quickening her pace so she could catch up with her sister.

"Quit it with yer apologizing," Tainted said, walking onward with Bubbly at her side, "We've been sisters for 15 years and you still think just because I'm a 'bad girl', and that you're classified as a 'nerd', that I don't like you. Of course I care about you and I want to hang out with you, so quit it."

"No, it's not that," Bubbly said, looking up slightly with big round purple glasses, "I'm just a bit distracted, I'm worried about my future."

"Of course ya are," Tainted laughed, "You always are. Don't worry, you're pretty good at sailing a ship, and you're one hell of a good student. I bet you'll be able to score your job, the doctor job."

"I'm not so sure anymore, I don't want to be a doctor. I know, it has good pay and everything... But..."

"I knew it!" Tainted suddenly burst out laughing, causing Bubbly to lookup with a confused expression.

"What do you mean?" She asked, an embarrassed blush covering her face, "I feel stupid."

"Nah, it ain't that!" Tainted laughed, "It's just that you don't have that doctor vibe about you. You weren't made to be a doctor, Bubbly, you have different goals you should do. You could do cruises for a living, and even hook people up on them for a living, I could even use that as a vacation for my office workers."

"You want to be a Boss for an Office?" Bubbly asked in disbelief.

"I have to work my way up to own my own company one day. I'm applying for some honors classes to get it."

"Lucky," Bubbly muttered, "They have no classes for hooking people up, so I can't really do that."

"They have a club," Tainted said casually, leaning back as she walked.

"What?" Bubbly screeched in disbelief and, "They have one?"

"Yup, as of three years ago a Senior named Purple Fluffball created the Shipping Occult Club. It's on the second floor, you can go check it out right now!" Tainted said, smiling down at her sister.

Bubbly grinned a goofy grin and giggled uncontrollably, hugging Tainted before running off down the hall.

Bubbly quickly rushed up the stairs, tumbling over a few steps before regaining her balance. The brown haired girl continued her quest to find the club room, slowing down when she saw the sign. She was so excited to see what it was all about.

However, when she reached the door, she hesitated, her hand hovering above the door. She wasn't so sure now, she was never too great around new people.

But anywho, she ignored her anxiety and opened the door.

Since it was after school, the club was already shutting down, so it didn't have many members left after the long day. There was a few people placing scrapbooks onto bookshelf against one wall of the room, a large chalkboard with lines and weird names written on it in the center of the room. Random candles were scattered around the room as well, scented candles that created a nice fragrance.

In the center of the room, a person stood, who was scribbling down something onto the chalk board. They were a younger version of Purple Fluffball, with shorter hair and no cape around her neck. She glanced up at Bubbly when the door creaked open.

"Oh, hi!" She greeted, "If you're here to complain about the photo taking, we have total permission from the Principal and this club is allowed."

"Um, I'm interested in the club..." She said quietly.

"Are... Are you being serious?" Purple FluffBall asked.

"Yeah," Bubbly said, looking down awkwardly, "Do you want me to leave, or...?"

"Oh no! I didn't mean to come off in that way!" The leader of the cult club panicked, waving her arms, "It's just that we haven't gotten any new members in awhile since this is a high school and everyone wants to focus on studying more then clubs, and most people here don't even like or know about shipping."

"Oh, ok," Bubbly said, closing the door behind her, "That would make sense, it's a high ranked school and there's so many clubs. It must be hard to get members."

"Yeah, me and a group of close friends made the club, and a few people joined as well, but no one takes this club to seriously because it has nothing to do with academics..." Purple groaned, "So we only have around 16 active members now."

"What do you guys do here?" Bubbly piped up, "I know about shipping and everything, I love to do it on anime and shows, but how do you guys do it here?"

"Oh, right!" Purple said, gesturing to the chalkboard, "We ship people from school, we make ship names and practically stalk them to see if it would work. I know that makes a lot of people uncomfortable, but we don't go too far with it. I hope I didn't drive you away from my club, but if you love shipping, I think you'd love this club."

Bubbly observed the room a bit, looking around before saying firmly, "Can I join?"