MJSD Chronicles (Official)
The first installment in the Cannon MJSD Chronicles
CHAPTER 1
On a breezy Monday morning in late April, Zecon’s 5th-grade classroom at Maple Oak Elementary buzzed with excited chatter. School was reaching the final stretch before summer vacation, and everyone could feel it in the air: the promise of sunshine, the rush of finishing final projects, and a parade of jokes that grew more ridiculous by the day.
The moment one walked into Zecon’s class, they would spot a jumble of misfits huddled around a set of slightly outdated Windows computers in the back corner. This group always seemed to be in the middle of banter—sometimes about Overwatch 2, other times about Michael Jackson’s lesser-known songs, or even about random comedic nonsense. Nobody quite knew how such an eclectic bunch ended up together, but they stuck like glue.
In the center of the group was Motif, the eldest at eleven. He had an oddly calming presence, yet he spoke in a Kermit the Frog–like voice that was strangely contagious. If he said something was correct, the rest usually believed him. Even though Motif was known to make fun of others lightly (particularly Ender’s questionable music hooks), he still earned respect by being the best Overwatch 2 player among them. He mained Sigma, always tossing up shield barriers and gravitational fluxes to carry the team.
Near Motif was Znop, a ten-year-old from England who exuded a permanently grumpy aura. Despite the perpetual scowl, Znop had a quick wit and would break into a grin at anything he found remotely funny. With his Brighton accent, he would occasionally pronounce words in a way that would amuse the rest. “Someone call the wambulance” he’d cry, referencing a voice line from his favorite Overwatch hero. He was borderline obsessed with the Swiss medic, and the group teased him for his obsession.
Next to Znop, you might find Goku, another ten-year-old, whose energy shifted erratically between silly jokes and embarrassing stunts. He was widely teased for “gay jokes” he had once made toward Znop, thus spawning nonstop ribbing about whether he was truly into Znop. “Pfft, I was playing,” Goku would protest, though it never fully quelled the accusations. Nevertheless, the two were best friends and had each other’s backs when it mattered. Goku was notorious for messing up his first Overwatch match so spectacularly—he played Reaper and let the entire team die while he shot from far away in vain—that he’d never touched the game since.
In the same cluster, was a four-year-old phenomenon named Ender. Yes, four. He was notoriously small, with short brown hair and a determined glint in his eye. Ender had tested into fifth grade, making him the classroom enigma. Everyone teased him: calling him “infant,” “fetus,” “mid,” and all manner of synonyms for “you’re too young.” Yet Ender could hold his own. When it came to comebacks, he could cook sometimes. Although stuck in Bronze 3 in Overwatch 2, Ender dreamed that someday he’d carry the entire team. The others couldn’t help but snicker.
To top it off, Ender was obsessed with the later Michael Jackson albums, particularly the track “Hollywood Tonight,” which he swore was superior to “Billie Jean.” He also tried his hand at music production, churning out songs with questionable titles like “D.I.E,” “The Future,” “Beatbox 2010,” and “I Love You More.” His hooks were often panned by the group, but Ender refused to accept any “slander,” as he called it. He also had a comedic romance with Overwatch hero Mei—the adorable ice-themed Chinese scientist.
Within earshot but not always in the core circle was Rodney, nicknamed Cartisfeet for reasons nobody quite remembered. He was an African American ten-year-old who could be absolutely silent for hours, then suddenly blurt out the strangest jokes like “She jerkin on my rod till I rampage!”—a bizarre reference to Rodney Jerkins, the producer of Michael Jackson’s Invincible album and a rumored unreleased track titled “Rampage.” Rodney rarely played Overwatch but did love remixing “GYWOOM” (a track the group called “Get Your Weight Off of Me”).
Another friend, Sapped, was a quiet yet witty ten-year-old who often tagged along with Motif. He played the Overwatch hero named Juno. Sapped frequently collaborated with Ender on music, despite also making fun of Ender’s skill level in the game. He was the type who’d one-up Ender’s singing attempts with a random quip like “1,500 dead in Chicago,” a phrase that made no real sense but sounded so outrageous people would giggle anyway.
There was also Tape, the so-called “archiver,” who collected all of the group’s tracks. If you wandered by him, you’d likely see a portable USB drive or external hard drive sticking out of his pocket. He mostly kept quiet but would occasionally unleash a barrage of jokes reminiscent of Sapped’s style. Tape never touched Overwatch, but he recorded everything. He would often be called "emptyvault" or "tapeflop" for not having any actual rares of value.
Silv, a slender white girl with dark brown hair, occasionally popped up to poke fun at the guys. She didn’t really care for Overwatch, but she was gradually forming a friendship (and eventual crush) with Sapped. Meanwhile, another girl named Inky, nine years old with blonde hair, played Overwatch on her Nintendo Switch—badly. She mainly liked Widowmaker but never landed her shots. She acted a bit clingy toward Ender, greeting him every morning with a sunny “Hi!” that nobody else received.
On the adult side of things, there was Helper, an 18-year-old teacher’s aide who sometimes hung out with the kids at lunch. He was a devoted fan of Jason Malachi, the rumored singer of three suspicious “Michael Jackson” tracks on the Michael Album. And then there was Zecon, the actual teacher. A quiet champion for the Michael Jackson HIStory tour, he’d field random questions like “Mr. Zecon, is the bass in ‘Thriller’ from the ARP2600 or Jupiter-8?” with fervent explanations: “Actually, kids, it’s a Jupiter-8, not an ARP2600.”
RME was a shadow among them—a sweet kid who never made fun of anyone. He was so pleasant that even the biggest teasers in the group spared him. He’d join Overwatch matches as a random hero, not caring if he lost, always cheering, “Good job, guys!” in his wholesome British accent.
There was also Le’Shamone, Ender’s best friend, a talented singer who admired Michael Jackson’s more obscure works. He dreamed of playing Overwatch alongside Ender someday, but his family’s financial situation hadn’t allowed him a proper computer. Still, his unwavering optimism reminded Ender that greatness could be achieved, no matter how mid he currently was.
Finally, Mixer—one of the more aloof members of the class—occasionally drifted in to produce music. He constantly labeled Ender’s work as “mid” or “mediocre.” While it wasn’t outright hatred, it did put him at odds with Ender from time to time.
Like any good story, a shadowy figure loomed on the horizon. He wasn’t in the classroom at all, but his name was on everyone’s lips in hush-hush corners of the internet. A mysterious trader known as Korgnex had a reputation for hoarding rare, unreleased Michael Jackson tracks and Overwatch-related promotional files.
CHAPTER 2: BEGINNINGS OF CONFLICT AND LAUGHTER
It was a Tuesday afternoon, right after recess, and the class was in “free study” mode. Most of the kids had hopped onto the classroom Windows PCs to practice Overwatch 2 or watch random Michael Jackson video clips. Zecon didn’t mind, as long as they finished their reading assignments by day’s end.
Motif took the lead in the Overwatch matchmaking queue. “Alright, folks, let’s get another match going. LOCK IN,” he said in his Kermit-like voice.
“It not my fault we keep loosing, Im supposed to be playing Mei!” Ender snapped back, crossing his arms in a comically defensive pose. “I pick Bastion only if you guys beg me. You know that.”
With a grin, Znop pitched in. “You do remember last week, right? You ran straight into the enemy and got killed instantly”
Ender shrugged. “Still stalled them long enough for you guys to get on the point,” he retorted. He adjusted the volume on his headphones, which were playing an "Off the Wall" mashup with “Hollywood Tonight” remix he’d made the previous night. The beat was off by half a second, but Ender barely noticed.
Goku cackled from the next computer. “I’m telling you, Ender, you gotta fix that beat. It’s so… off. Might as well call it ‘Off the Beat Tonight’ instead of ‘Off the Wall Tonight.’” The entire group snickered.
In the corner, Helper was reviewing college admission forms discreetly. He’d chosen Maple Oak Elementary as his senior-year internship in hopes of securing a scholarship for his dream school. He occasionally glanced over the group’s shoulders, chiming in with random facts about Jason Malachi’s rumored involvement in songs like “Monster” and “Breaking News.” The kids always gave him blank stares but let him talk because he was chill.
Meanwhile, Tape was rummaging through a file folder on his USB drive. “I’ve almost got a complete archive of all your songs,” he announced. “Ender, did you send me the ‘Beatbox 2010’ file?”
Ender nodded. “Yeah, but the version I gave you has that weird error at 2:32. The drums vanish for a second.”
“I know,” Tape said with a sigh. “I’m archiving it anyway. I’ll keep an eye out for an unglitched version if you ever fix it.”
Oppa, who had been lurking behind them, gave Goku a smug look. “Ok,” he said, offering nothing else.
Goku’s eye twitched and he swiveled in his chair towards Oppa angrily. “Dude, stop just saying ‘ok’ all the time,” he snapped, remembering how Oppa always answered him with the same single word.
“Ok,” Oppa repeated, smirking slightly.
The entire cluster burst into laughter, except RME, who politely smiled and typed a cheerful “gg!” in the Overwatch chat.
Goku, consumed by his anger grabbed Oppa by his collar and glared at him "If you say 'ok' ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR i'll beat the YRMW beat on your butt till you give an ACTUAL RESPONSE"
Oppa recoiled cautiously, and remained quiet for the rest of the day.
CHAPTER 3: MICHAEL JACKSON REVERIES AND NEW DOUBTS
As the week rolled on, the group discovered a new rumor swirling online: someone named Korgnex was gatekeeping never-before-heard Michael Jackson tracks from every era. Rumor had it Korgnex was unstoppable in Overwatch matches, frequently challenging unsuspecting teams to 6v6 showdowns in exchange for access to the unreleased media.
Tape was the one to bring it up first. “I found this mention of Korgnex on the MJLeaks forum,” he whispered to Motif on a Friday morning. “Says here that the guy has a few dozen unreleased tracks—like ‘Throwing Your Life Away,’ ‘Rocker,’ even something called ‘Nymphette Lover’? People are calling it a Thriller era outtake.”
Motif’s eyes widened. “Nymphette Lover? I’ve heard about that. Could be a huge discovery.”
At the next break, Tape shared what he found with the entire group. Ender leaned forward, enthralled. “If we could get ‘Hollywood Tonight’ multitracks—like separate instrument stems—I could fix up the beat for my new remix!” He practically drooled at the thought.
Inky, overhearing, piped up. “I’ll help if I can. Widowmaker… I mean, I can practice with you guys. I’m not too good, but maybe we can do it together.” She beamed.
Mixer, from the far side of the room, snorted. “Like you guys could do anything but produce mid content. If Korgnex is that legendary, he’ll smoke you all.”
Ender scowled. “You’re the mid one, Mixer. At least I make my own beats”
"At least I make my own drums- oh and also im not a fetus" Mixer responded, smirking.
Before a full-blown argument could ensue, Zecon rose from his desk, adjusting his tie. “Class, let’s settle down for a moment. Since we’re finishing up our reading and writing projects, I’m letting you have a bit of free time. But let’s not forget we have a quiz on Monday about the HIStory tour—particularly the setlist changes in ’97. Sound good?”
A wave of cheers rolled through the class. Even the quiet ones, like RME, smiled. A quiz about Michael Jackson was better than a quiz about geometry any day.
CHAPTER 4: TENSION RISES—ENDER’S DETERMINATION
A few days later, at lunchtime, the group crowded around Helper and his laptop. He was showing them something about Jason Malachi’s track “Stay,” which fans knew came form the "Bible Album." The kids were half-interested, half-distracted by Overwatch chat logs.
Ender was quietly fuming. Another round of teasing had found its way to him that morning—some kids outside their group had overheard “D.I.E” playing from Ender’s headphones and ridiculed him about the chorus lyrics: You’re Gonna D.I.E this way… Even Motif had joined in, quoting the line in a mocking singsong voice. Ender felt his ego stung.
Le’Shamone patted his shoulder gently. “Don’t listen to them, Ender. We’ll prove them wrong someday, yeah?”
Ender nodded, grateful for his friend’s support. “Yeah… they'll see I’m not mid. Im gonna make a beat that’s so good, no one can deny it's peakness.”
Le’Shamone nodded. “You can do it,” he said softly, though behind the encouraging words lay an acknowledgment that Ender was cripplingly mediocre. He had to work twice as hard to gain half the respect.
Meanwhile, Goku was explaining to the others how he had a crush on the Overwatch hero Juno. “Her butt is just… you know,” he began, wiggling his eyebrows.
Motif shook his head, half amused. “Alright, pal. You do you. Just remember the rest of the team actually wants to, you know, win.”
Sapped chuckled. “Dude, Goku, we all know you're gay for Znop.”
Before Goku could respond, Silv appeared out of nowhere and flicked Sapped’s ear. “You’re all so weird,” she teased. “But if I had to pick, that Lucio hero is kinda majestic.” She stuck out her tongue and dashed off to rejoin her girlfriends, leaving Sapped blushing a bit.
CHAPTER 5: FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH KORGNEX & HELPER’S SUBTLE DREAM
On an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday, Tape ran into the classroom, nearly breathless. “Guys! Korgnex posted a challenge in the MJLeaks forum. He says if anyone can beat his Overwatch team in a 6v6, he might be ‘persuaded’ to share certain unreleased tracks!”
The group erupted in excited chatter. Ender’s eyes lit up with a passionate glow. “We have to do it,” he insisted. “If I can get those Hollywood Tonight multitracks… that’s all I need to make the perfect remix.”
Motif stroked his chin thoughtfully. “We can form a team. Let’s see… me on Sigma, Ender on Mei—”
“Inky can do Widowmaker, maybe. Sapped can be Juno, Znop can go Mercy, and Tape… Wait, do you even play Overwatch?”
Tape shook his head. “No, but I can learn.”
“If we’re doing 6v6, that’s six. The rest can watch from the sidelines. We just have to practice like crazy,” Motif reasoned.
In the corner, Helper quietly folded a letter and slid it into his back pocket. It was an acceptance letter to a prestigious college he had dreamed about for years. He tried not to show any emotion—he didn’t want the kids to swarm him with questions—but inside, relief and joy bloomed. He’d have to tell them soon enough, but for now, he let them focus on the upcoming match.
CHAPTER 6: TRAINING AND TRIALS
The following week became a whirlwind of Overwatch 2 practice. Every lunchtime and free study period found the group in the computer corner, building synergy. Motif barked orders like a seasoned general, instructing the others when to push, when to hold, how to coordinate ultimates.
Znop dedicated himself to perfecting his Mercy gameplay. “I’m not dying again on the front line,” he declared in his British accent. “I’m staying behind you, Motif, so keep me safe!”
Inky struggled as Widowmaker. She missed more shots than she hit. Ender tried to console her, though half the time he was too busy glazing Mei’s newly added skins.
Sapped re-learned the mechanics of Juno, perfecting them. He made sure to adapt to Motif’s strategies, occasionally winking at Silv whenever she strolled by. Over the course of these lunchtime practices, Sapped and Silv grew closer. They hung out more between class periods, exchanging jokes and, eventually, phone numbers—though they mostly used the computers in the classroom to chat.
Meanwhile, Tape was the biggest wildcard. He had no experience, but he tried different Overwatch heroes every day until he settled on playing a decent Reinhardt or D.Va for tanking. “It’s not so bad. I think I can do this if we keep practicing,” he admitted, his face glowing with an unusual excitement.
Despite the hype, not everyone believed in Ender. Mixer waltzed by often, hurling the same “You’re mid” insults. But Ender was beginning to turn a corner. Something inside him was unlocking—a burning desire to prove everyone wrong, to show that a mediocre four-year-old could rise to peakness.
In the background, as if orchestrating the entire show, Goku watched with a smirk. He had little interest in rejoining Overwatch but teased Znop mercilessly about Mercy’s outfit. “You just like her for her wings right?” he joked, but in truth, Goku was starting to show signs of wanting a real girlfriend.
Le’Shamone quietly cheered Ender on. “You’ll do great, man. Keep at it. And hey, one day I’ll have a computer, and we can both climb out of Bronze.”
Ender sighed. “One Day...”
Helper, still keeping his college acceptance under wraps, occasionally slipped them motivational tips. “Don’t forget to watch your replays. Analyze what went wrong. That’s how you improve.” The kids actually listened to him.
CHAPTER 7: THE RISING TIDES – ENDER’S MUSICAL JOURNEY
Outside of Overwatch training, Ender was consumed with finishing what he hoped would be his “peak beat.” He tinkered with beats on his small Macbook Pro. He studied loops, drum kits, even combed online forums for tips on mixing. He listened to Michael Jackson’s Invincible era demos, especially tracks rumored to be real but never officially confirmed. Ender wanted that same futuristic edge.
At lunch one day, Ender timidly asked Mixer for advice. “What do you think I’m doing wrong with my snare sound?”
Mixer blinked in surprise—he wasn’t used to Ender seeking him out. “It’s too static, man. No variation. You gotta add some swing, some color. And your hi-hats? They’re so repetitive they drill into your skull.”
Ender took the critique to heart. Even though Mixer’s tone was snide, Ender recognized something valuable in his words. Over the next days, Ender reworked every track meticulously, letting Sapped listen in. Sapped gave off-handed critiques, plus comedic quips like, “Sounds like 1500 died in Chicago again, but keep going.”
The next day, Ender approached Motif and asked, “What exactly makes my beats so mid?” Motif, never one to mince words, replied, “They just aren’t catchy. They don’t stick with me, man.”
Finally, one evening, Ender locked himself in his bedroom and hammered out a new composition. The beat soared and thumped in all the right places, layering in a melodic chord progression reminiscent of “Hollywood Tonight.” He meticulously shaped the bass drum so each thump rattled his core, then layered in strings so crisp they seemed to wrap him in their epic energy. A wave of goosebumps washed over him as he listened. "This Is It" he beamed.
CHAPTER 8: RISE OF TAPEVAULT
A day before the Korgnex showdown was scheduled, something monumental happened for Tape. He had been scammed multiple times online while trying to acquire a rumored track called “Throwing Your Life Away,” losing digital currency, gift cards, and precious MP3 recordings of older leaks. He was on the brink of giving up.
That afternoon, Tape found himself alone in the computer lab when a sudden direct message popped up on his screen. The sender was an unfamiliar username, and attached to the message was a file labeled “TYLA_demo.mp3.” His heart thudded as he hovered the cursor over the download button. With a shaky breath, he clicked—and there it was: a snippet of “Throwing Your Life Away” in surprisingly decent quality. It wasn’t the entire track, but it was clearer than anything he had heard before. Elation surged through him, and he bolted around the empty lab, scarcely remembering to breathe.
Headphones still in his ears, he listened to the mesmerizing demo, feeling his pulse pound as if the music itself were rewiring his senses. The intensity overwhelmed him, and he suddenly collapsed in a heap, unable to withstand the sheer “peak” of this discovery. By the time someone found him and brought him to the nurse’s office, he had already lost consciousness.
An hour later, Tape still hadn’t woken up. Meanwhile, his friends remained in the classroom, completely unaware of his whereabouts. Then, while the nurse was briefly out of the room, Tape’s eyes flew open. A throbbing vein shaped like the graffiti from Michael Jackson’s “Bad” pulsed along the side of his neck. With a vacant stare, he drifted back to the classroom like a sleepwalker.
“Tape? You okay?” Ender asked the moment he saw him. Everyone noticed his blank expression and stiff movements.
Tape didn’t respond to Ender’s concern. Instead, he muttered, “My USB stick… it was right here.” His voice sounded hollow.
“Are you feeling—?” Ender began, but Tape cut him off with an urgent, “Where is it?”
Motif, overhearing, came over to help. Ender stumbled out a quick “I—I don’t know!” as Tape tore through the desks with a fervor he’d never shown before.
“What could be on there that’s so important?” Motif asked tentatively.
Tape spun around, eyes blazing. “I had Throwing Your Life Away on that USB. Where is it?”
From the back of the group, Goku stood frozen, guilt etched on his face. Sensing something off, Tape glowered at him.
“Give it back, Goku.”
“I don’t have it!” Goku blurted, lying through his teeth.
Tape’s voice dropped to a menacing growl. “Don’t make me destroy you.”
“Tape, calm down!” Sapped interjected, stepping in.
Tape flipped a chair over in one violent motion, ripping off its metal leg as though possessed. Goku recoiled in fear, tripping over another chair and tumbling into Znop, who had just awakened from a nap at his computer.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ender shouted, rushing to intervene. But Tape grabbed him by the collar and hurled him at Sapped, knocking both of them to the floor. Motif tried to wrestle the chair leg away from Tape, but Tape whirled, striking Motif at the base of the neck with enough force to knock him unconscious.
Eyes wild, Tape turned back to Goku, who cowered on the floor. Just before he could land a blow, Znop lunged in and grabbed the improvised weapon. Slightly taller, Znop wrestled the chair leg away from Tape’s grip. Furious, Tape vaulted over a cluster of desks toward a stack of golden CDs in the corner—discs labeled with “GYWOOM”—and flung them like knives at Znop. Znop narrowly dodged, ducking behind a desk as the CDs whizzed past.
Meanwhile, Ender struggled to his feet and checked on Sapped, who lay motionless. “Sapped! Get up!” Ender cried, voice trembling. No response came, and tears stung his eyes. Yet his attention snapped back to Tape, who was cornering Znop while Motif lay unconscious nearby. Determined, Ender crawled across the floor, seized the discarded chair leg, and sprinted at Tape. Tape turned, slashing at Ender with two CDs in hand. Ender managed to sidestep, slide behind him, and use the metal rod to catch Tape in a desperate headlock, but not before suffering a nasty slash to his leg.
Just then, Motif began to stir, staggering to his feet alongside Znop and the other classmates, all of whom had taken shelter behind the desks. Motif regarded Tape with a weary gaze. “Tape… why?” he murmured.
Tape’s voice sounded distant and hollow. “Tape is dead."
"I…"
"Am..."
"Tapevault.”
And then Tape snapped awake in his own bed, drenched in sweat. He realized with a jolt that it had all been a nightmare—an unsettling vision sparked by the intensity of Korgnex’s offer to exchange Overwatch victories for rare tracks. Even so, the dream left him with a lingering dread, unsure of what the real fight for these unreleased treasures might unleash upon him.
The next day, Helper took that moment to finally share his own news. “Guys, I have something to say. I got accepted to the college I’ve always dreamed of. I’ll be leaving Maple Oak after summer to start in the fall.”
Stunned silence followed, then a wave of congratulations. Ender jumped up and gave Helper a high-five, tears of excitement in his eyes. “That’s awesome!”
In the back, Le’Shamone had quietly been stashing away his own savings—birthday gifts, small chores, anything he could muster. Just that morning, he had found a used gaming PC on sale and had enough to purchase it.
CHAPTER 9: THE BLIZZARD, THE ROMANCE, AND GOKU’S REDEMPTION
While the upcoming Overwatch match loomed large for the MJSD gang, Znop took a short family trip to a mountain cabin one weekend, hoping to find some peace. Snowfall was predicted, but no one expected the ferocity of the sudden blizzard. Two hours into his trek to the local store, Znop found himself knee-deep in howling winds, determined to reach the shop for a meager bag of guinea pig food. With each step, he muttered, “Just a bit further,” teeth chattering. By the time he emerged from the whirlwind of ice, face red and numb, he was half delirious. But he made it—he refused to let his pets go hungry.
He limped towards the glowing sign of the Sainsbury grocery store, the cold gnawing at his bones. After purchasing the needed supplies, he stumbled back to his cabin, barely surviving. He returned triumphant with food for his guinea pigs. His story became a legend in the class, even overshadowing the usual Mercy jokes for a short while.
Back in town, Goku experienced his own turning point. He’d met a girl in the cafeteria line—someone who actually laughed at his jokes and enjoyed his over-the-top Italian mannerisms. They swapped phone numbers, started texting, and by the end of the week, they were officially dating. “So, are the gay jokes over now?” Goku exclaimed to the group, brandishing proof of his new relationship. They ribbed him a bit more, but deep down, Goku felt vindicated.
Meanwhile, Sapped and Silv found themselves getting lunch alone in the courtyard. Silv teased him about random details, and Sapped teased her back, but there was an undercurrent of genuine fondness. By the end of that day, they were walking hand in hand, an unspoken pact that they were now “together.” The group teased them mercilessly, but Sapped wore a proud grin.
CHAPTER 10: MJ Synclavier Dementia vs KORGSEX
At last, the day arrived. The Maple Oak Overwatch 6v6 team was assembled: Motif (Sigma), Ender (Mei), Znop (Mercy), Inky (Widowmaker), Sapped (Juno), and newly christened Tapevault (D.Va). They gathered in Zecon’s classroom after school, with permission to stay late. The rest of the group—Goku, Rodney, RME, Le’Shamone, Oppa, and Mixer—clustered behind them, eyes glued to the screens. Tape booted up the game nervously, not just for the stakes at hand, but due to the dream he had.
On the opposing side, the infamous Korgnex had fielded a squad of fearsome players, rumored to be unstoppable. Their team composition was deadly: a synergy of hitscan pros and agile flankers: Korgnex (Cassidy), JMC (Reinheart), Eddie08 (Hazard), TeddyB2010 (Ana), Jerkin909 (Lucio) and Bubblee (Reaper). The chat log in the Overwatch lobby sizzled with tension.
Korgnex typed: If you beat me, you get your tracks. If you lose, Ill delete every unreleased song from my archives, and I have the only copies.
Tapevault’s heart pounded. Ender’s hands trembled, but he steadied himself, thinking of all the times they called him “infant.” This was his moment.
The match began on a hybrid map—one of the older ones from Overwatch’s archives. They had to push the payload. Immediately, Korgnex’s team unleashed a barrage. Inky struggled to find her angles, missing half her shots. Motif tried to shield them, but the enemy Reaper flanked them. Znop revived Sapped once, but then got pinned by the opposing Reinhardt. The MJSD team lost the first round hard.
Between rounds, Ender’s voice shook. “We can’t give up. We just gotta coordinate better.”
Motif cleared his throat in that Kermit tone. “Remember, Ender, your Mei walls can block their tank. Do it at the right time.”
The second round began, and Ender did exactly that. He placed an ice wall at the perfect angle, splitting the enemy team in two. Motif took advantage, flinging a Gravitic Flux that soared half the enemy into the air. Sapped unleashed Juno’s ultimate, saving a dying Ender and Motif. Znop soared overhead as Mercy, beaming healing onto whoever needed it. They captured the point.
The timer ticked down to the last fight. Both teams had one final push. Tapevault used D.Va’s Self-Destruct. Everyone on Korgnex’s side scattered. The kill feed lit up with a double kill. Just then reaper came out from behind, unleashing his ultimate of destruction on the team, killing all but Motif.
Ender’s teammates yelled in desperation, "ENDER, USE YOUR ULT—IT’S OUR ONLY SHOT!"
He scrambled forward as Mei, painfully aware of how slow her movement could be. Meanwhile, Motif was barely clinging to life on the front line. Just when Ender nearly reached the objective, Reaper materialized behind him, unleashing a torrent of shotguns that almost ended his run. Ender quickly popped Cryo-Freeze, but as he emerged, he was helpless. Reaper closed in—
Suddenly, Tape came barreling in as Wrecking Ball, slamming into Reaper and knocking him clear off the map. A collective cheer rose from the team, energized by Tape’s clutch save. They pressed on, forcing the enemy team back to the final checkpoint.
But before they could catch their breath, the enemy regrouped, attacking from both directions. One by one, the MJSD side fell. Worse yet, Sapped was suddenly struck with severe carpal tunnel, rendering him useless at the keyboard.
“No! Sapped!” Znop cried, abandoning his computer to help. “We’re down two healers, Motif!” Ender shouted, panic in his voice. As Motif glanced at the capture percentage, he saw it climb to 72% for Korgnex’s team.
“Goku, Le’Shamone—GET ON NOW!” Motif roared, desperation cracking through his usual composure. Le’Shamone hurried over to Znop’s station, adopting Mercy and managing to keep Motif alive just long enough to force overtime.
“GOKU, GET ON!” Motif yelled again, but Goku hesitated, grimacing in frustration. “Please, Goku, help us!” Inky begged.
“Fine,” Goku muttered at last. He jumped into the match as Juno, ultimate at the ready. The situation was critical: Ender’s Mei was being chased by Reaper, Motif was struggling against Reinhardt, and Mercy was close to being taken out by Ana, and Tape getting cornered by the Cassidy. Goku launched himself toward the objective, poised to deliver the life-saving ultimate… but in a disastrous slip, he misclicked. The Juno ult flew in the opposite direction, leaving the battered MJSD team exposed to a near-complete wipe.
All that remained was Ender, alone at the objective as the overtime counter ticked dangerously close to Korgnex’s victory at 98%. Despite his many please to not feed, he sprinted across a ledge and dove onto the point, unleashing Mei’s Blizzard in midair. Landing with only 15 HP left, he instantly Cryo-Froze, his ultimate perfectly timed. Korgnex’s team was caught in the freezing radius, helpless as Motif and the respawning teammates returned just in time to wipe out the frozen foes.
Victory.
The classroom exploded in cheers, with RME leading a chorus of “We did it! Great job, everyone!” Goku leaped up, hugging Znop in a comedic embrace, who shoved him off. Even Oppa momentarily forgot to say “ok,” giving a startled “Wow” instead. Rodney chanted something about “gyatt” and “Rampage,” and Le’Shamone high-fived Ender with uncontained pride.
A message lit up the Discord voice channel: Join voice if you want your prize. The group hurriedly joined, adrenaline still roaring in their ears.
A voice, smooth but with an unmistakable edge, spoke. Congratulations. You’ve beaten the unstoppable. Then, the voice changed tone. Allow me to introduce myself: I’m John Branca, executor of the Michael Jackson Estate, also known as… Korgnex.
All jaws dropped. John Branca? The man responsible for so many official MJ releases, ironically masquerading online under a cryptic handle?
He continued, I keep tabs on the community. I see who’s dedicated enough to earn these rarities. You’ve proven yourselves. So here’s what you get…
One by one, he doled out gifts:
Ender received the “Hollywood Tonight” multitracks.
Tapevault finally got “Throwing Your Life Away” in pristine CD quality.
Motif was gifted a mysterious cut called “World of Candy.”
Inky got “Adore You.”
Znop was given “Nymphette Lover,” rumored from the Thriller sessions.
Le'Shame received "Changes".
Goku got the partial multitracks to "You Rock My World"
Their excitement peaked. Ender wept tears of joy, as did they all. Sapped however, had been in the nurses office while they recieved their gifts, so the group huddled together to decide what track to ask for to give him. "He said he really wanted water" Ender said "Very well" Motif said and asked Branca for it.
EPILOGUE: SUMMER VACATION AND BEYOND
With the Overwatch tournament behind them, the final days of 5th grade passed in a whirlwind. Ender debuted his new peak beat, titled “Revenge” sampling the fresh “Hollywood Tonight” stems. He played it for the class on the last day of school. Even Mixer had to admit it was no longer mid. The entire room erupted in applause as Ender stood tall—still short physically, but towering in accomplishment.
True to his word, Goku flaunted his new girlfriend, beaming whenever someone teased him about the “gay allegations.” He just rolled his eyes and said, “I told you I was straight.” Meanwhile, Helper readied himself for college, his acceptance letter pinned to his bedroom wall at home. He vowed to keep in touch with the kids who had become like little siblings.
Sapped and Silv blossomed into a sweet couple. They joked and bantered as always, but now with subtle displays of affection. Inky, for her part, still kept her love for Ender a secret, content to wave at him each morning and watch him grow from afar. She had time—maybe next year, she told herself.
On the last day, Zecon congratulated them on finishing 5th grade. He insisted one final time that the HIStory tour was unparalleled, handing them a short quiz as a parting gift. Everyone answered with ease, thanks to the random trivia he had taught them all year.
Then came the final bell. With that, the entire group poured out of Maple Oak Elementary into the bright sunshine of the first day of summer vacation. They parted ways with carefree laughter and a sense that they had all grown tremendously.
Znop spent his summer cozying up with his guinea pigs, occasionally traveling back to the mountain cabin—avoiding blizzards this time.
Ender locked himself in his makeshift bedroom studio, perfecting even more beats, determined never to be called mid again. He also soared in Overwatch ranks, inching out of Bronze.
Goku hung out with his girlfriend, playing old Mario games (in comedic homage to his Italian heritage) and occasionally rejoining Overwatch for fun.
Helper prepped for college. He’d send the group pictures of campus life once he was settled.
Sapped spent countless hours chatting with Silv, forging a deeper connection.
Inky quietly practiced Widowmaker aim, slowly improving.
Le’Shamone took Overwatch matches seriously now that he finally had a PC, practicing to catch up with Ender.
Motif, ever the leader, busied himself producing his next big track, “World of Candy,” determined to harness the new inspiration.
Rodney kept firing off bizarre jokes, but also tinkered with “GYWOOM” remixes, discovering new comedic lines like “she jerkin on my rod till I rampage.” Nobody knew what that even meant, but they laughed anyway.
RME remained the gentle soul, cheering them on whenever they assembled online for matches.
And through it all, a feeling of anticipation for 6th grade brewed in the summer heat.
1 Month Later...
By the time August arrived, Tape found himself staring at the “TYLA” file sitting on his computer desktop. He hadn’t dared to open it since that harrowing dream—yet the pull to hear it again only grew stronger each day. One tense afternoon, he hovered the cursor over the icon, wrestling with the urge to double-click. Finally, in a burst of resolve, he hit “Delete.” Whether it was for the good of the MJSD gang or just a whim he couldn’t explain, no one would ever truly know.
Meanwhile, Sapped, who had spent most of his summer hanging out with Silv, finally reconnected with Ender for the first time since break began. Ender offered him a small black USB drive. “I told Korgnex you were looking for ‘Water,’” he said, pressing the drive into Sapped’s hand.
Eyes wide with anticipation, Sapped dashed over to his subwoofer setup and plugged the USB into the controller. Without hesitation, he hit “Play,” his heart pounding at the possibility of discovering another rare gem.
"Feeling like this is the end of the world..."
He felt anger boil as he realized it was just the Jason Malachi version. He clenched his bandaged hand. "I got carpel tunnel.. FOR THIS???" He exclaimed before turning to Ender, running after him. Just as he was about to deliver a blow to Ender's head, he slipped on a missplaced CD on the ground, falling back on the ground "F***** D*** SON OF A B****" He yelled before picking up the CD. It read one word in blue marker:
"Bible"
