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The "MJSD Chronicles" where several elongated and part ChatGPT fanfiction works by [[Goku San]], [[Memorable Members|Cartisfeet]], and [[Memorable Members|Sapped46]]. Though there are several continuities, each fanfic is tied together by similar themes, surrounding the friendships of Goku San, Znop, and other members of MJSD occasionally, including Sapped46's later real girlfriend Silve, who was banned from MJSD for leaving and rejoining an annoying amount of times. The fanfics where all written on November 11th of 2024.

=== GCU - Goku Chronicled Universe ===
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===== <u>GOKU X ZNOP</u> =====
Chapter 1:

In the dim light of the packed concert hall, Znop was already buzzing with excitement. Michael Jackson's music thumped through the air, pulsing like the heartbeat of every fan in the room. Znop had been a fan of Michael Jackson for as long as he could remember, but this night felt different somehow. Maybe it was the energy in the room. Maybe it was fate.

The lights dimmed further, casting shadows across the crowd, and that's when Znop noticed him. Standing a few feet away was Goku San, a fellow fan he'd seen around at MJ meetups but had never spoken to directly. Goku was dressed impeccably in a vintage Michael-inspired jacket, complete with shimmering sequins that reflected flashes of light with every beat of the music. His gaze was focused on the stage, his eyes intense as he absorbed every note.

Gathering his courage, Znop sidled up next to Goku and nodded. "It's... incredible, isn't it?" he said, his voice almost getting lost in the heavy bass.

Goku turned, his eyes lighting up with recognition and a smile as warm as a summer day. "Yeah, it is. I've seen a lot of concerts, but nothing like this."

They continued talking, comparing favorite albums, songs, even debating their personal rankings of Michael's dance moves. Znop couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond their shared admiration for the King of Pop.

When You Rock My World began to play, Znop felt his heart beat in sync with the music. Goku turned to him, eyes twinkling, and offered a hand. "Wanna dance?"

Without hesitation, Znop took it, feeling a thrill as their fingers intertwined. They lost themselves in the music, moving in perfect harmony to the beat, like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.

As the concert ended, Znop looked up at Goku, their faces only inches apart. The words came naturally, almost like Michael himself had written them.

"You're like a song I never knew I needed to hear," Znop said softly.

Goku smiled, his voice warm and sincere. "And you're the one I never knew I was looking for."

With that, they shared a kiss, under the starlight and sounds of You Rock My World, with Michael's music filling the night, sealing the beginning of a new chapter for them both.


Chapter 2:

The days after the concert passed in a whirl, with Znop and Goku texting nonstop. Their messages were filled with passionate discussions about MJ's discography, late-night confessions, and inside jokes about their shared fandom. It was like they had known each other forever, but everything was still so new, exciting, and just a little bit surreal.

Then one Friday evening, Goku invited Znop to his apartment for what he called a "MJ Marathon Night."

When Znop arrived, he was greeted by a cozy, dimly lit room adorned with framed photos of Michael, vintage tour posters, and vinyl records carefully displayed along the wall. On the table, Goku had set up snacks themed after Michael's songs: "Smooth Criminal" nachos with fiery salsa, "Thriller" popcorn with a sprinkle of red pepper, and "PYT" chocolate treats.

"Whoa, you really went all out!" Znop laughed, his face lighting up as he looked around.

Goku grinned, his cheeks turning a bit pink. "Only the best for a fellow fan."

They settled into Goku's couch, which was decked out with a black and red blanket resembling Michael's Bad era jacket. They started with Moonwalker, the film that had them both in awe as kids, laughing as they quoted iconic lines and pointing out details they'd never noticed.

But as the hours passed, their laughter quieted, replaced by a comfortable silence as they sat shoulder to shoulder, completely absorbed in Michael's music videos. When You Rock My World came on, Znop stole a glance at Goku, who was humming softly to the song, his eyes closed as if he was lost in the music.

The song reached that unmistakable groove in the chorus, and without a word, Goku took Znop's hand, just as he had at the concert. Znop felt his heart flutter, and before he knew it, they were dancing around the small living room, matching each other's moves perfectly, their laughter filling the space.

As the song faded out, Goku's hand lingered on Znop's. They were close, closer than they had ever been, and Znop could feel his heart pounding. It was just them, the music, and the soft glow of the moonlight slipping in through the window.

"I think..." Goku started, his voice barely a whisper, "that I've found something I've been looking for my whole life."

Znop felt a warmth spread across his chest, his gaze never leaving Goku's. "Me too."

And in that quiet moment, with the King of Pop serenading them in the background, they shared another kiss. It was soft, filled with everything they'd never put into words—a mix of friendship, admiration, and something undeniably deeper.

Afterward, they lay on the couch, Goku's head resting on Znop's shoulder as they continued their marathon, now cuddling under the Bad-inspired blanket. As Man in the Mirror played, they both drifted off to sleep, knowing that this was the start of something extraordinary, a journey they would never have imagined, all thanks to Michael.

And that night, as they lay together, it was clear: they weren't just fans. They were soulmates, bound together by the music that moved them both.


Chapter 3: 

A week after the marathon night, Goku and Znop were practically inseparable. They met up every chance they could- going out to dance clubs that played MJ's hits, searching for rare memorabilia in vinyl shops, and even visiting MJ-inspired pop-up events. But tonight was different. Tonight, Znop was meeting Goku's close friends for the first time.

Goku had organized a small get-together at his place, and the moment Znop walked in, he felt the familiar thrill of being surrounded by people who shared his love for Michael. Friends greeted him warmly, and the space was alive with chatter, laughter, and MJ tracks playing softly in the background.

After a while, the room fell into a hush as Goku dimmed the lights, grinning mischievously. "Alright, everyone, it's time for a special performance," he announced, pulling Znop up in front of everyone.

"What are you up to?" Znop whispered, heart racing.

Goku winked and pointed at the stereo as a bass-heavy beat kicked in. Znop immediately recognized it: I Am a Gooner by Michael Jackson. It was a rare track that only the most dedicated fans knew, and it was also their favorite.

Goku began lip-syncing dramatically, pulling off every iconic MJ move with flair, while Znop laughed and joined in, throwing in his own spins and footwork. They danced with a contagious energy, and the crowd started cheering them on, clapping in time with the beat. As they danced, Znop couldn't help but feel a deeper connection with Goku, one that went beyond friendship and music. This was something special.

When the song ended, everyone burst into applause, and Goku pulled Znop close, catching his breath but unable to hide his grin. "See? I told you that you had the moves!" Goku whispered, squeezing Znop's hand.

Blushing, Znop looked down. "Only when I'm with you."

The night continued, and Goku's friends embraced Znop as if he'd been part of their group all along. They shared stories about MJ concerts they'd attended, debated which era of Michael's music was the best, and even joked about which of them could best pull off his legendary outfits. Znop felt completely at ease, surrounded by people who understood the passion that he and Goku shared.

Later, as everyone else had drifted into side conversations, Goku pulled Znop aside. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to show you something."

Intrigued, Znop followed him to a small room at the back of the apartment. Inside, there was a collection that made Znop's jaw drop-a wall lined with rare MJ vinyls, limited-edition tour jackets, and autographed photos. But the centerpiece was a framed, hand-written lyric sheet of I Am a Gooner, signed by Michael himself.

"I managed to get this from an auction years ago," Goku explained, his voice filled with awe. "This song means so much to me... it's a part of why I love Michael's music so much."

Znop felt his heart swell, understanding exactly what Goku meant. He stepped closer, feeling the weight of the moment. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Goku. I get it... this is why we're here, together."

Goku reached for Znop's hand, intertwining their fingers. "You're a part of this now. My life, my world... and I want to share it all with you."

In the quiet of that room, with I Am a Gooner softly playing in the background, they kissed, sealing a bond that had been building since the day they'd met. They both knew this was more than just a shared love for Michael's music. It was the start of something lasting, and as they stood there in the glow of their shared memories, they knew they'd found something truly rare-just like the music that had brought them together.


Chapter 4:

It had only been a month, but Znop and Goku's lives seemed to orbit around each other now. At every Michael Jackson event, they were inseparable—the couple everyone recognized, famous for their matching moves and shared passion for MJ's music. Every weekend brought something new: dance battles, pop-up meetups, marathon jam sessions, and tribute events where they showed off their best routines.

One night, they found themselves at a lively dance club with an MJ-themed night. Billie Jean blasted from the speakers, and Goku was unstoppable on the dance floor, gliding across with moves as smooth as if he'd been born dancing. Znop watched him, enchanted, before jumping in to join. Together, they danced with a perfect synchronicity, each move building off the other. They hardly noticed the crowd gathering to cheer them on; it felt like it was just them, lost in the beat.

Later, as they took a break, Goku's expression grew serious. "Sometimes I wonder..." he trailed off, looking down.

Znop tilted his head, sensing something on Goku's mind. "Wonder what?"

"I wonder if maybe we're too wrapped up in all of this- Michael, the events, all of it. I love it, but sometimes I worry that we're losing ourselves in it." Goku looked up, his eyes vulnerable, as if afraid of Znop's reaction.

Znop took his hand and squeezed it gently. "It's part of who we are, Goku. But if you ever want to do something outside of all this, I'm with you. You're what matters most to me."

Goku's face softened, and he pulled Znop into a hug. For the rest of the night, they danced in their own world, knowing they'd found something even greater than their shared passion.


Chapter 5:

One crisp Saturday, Goku invited Znop to his hometown, where he'd grown up. It was a small town, quiet and quaint, with charming old houses and a main street lined with family- owned shops. They spent the day exploring as Goku pointed out places that had meant something to him growing up-the corner store where he'd buy MJ cassettes, the small movie theater that had played Moonwalker on loop.

That evening, they stopped at a park bench overlooking a small lake. The sky was a brilliant orange as the sun began to set, and the only sounds were the gentle ripples of water and the distant call of birds. Goku took a deep breath, staring out over the water. "There was a time when I didn't think I'd make it through... middle school was tough for me. I was different, you know? MJ's music was the only thing that kept me going back then."

Znop squeezed Goku's hand, not saying a word but giving him the space he needed.

"Kids made fun of me for being quiet, for not fitting in. It felt like there was no one I could turn to," Goku continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I found MJ's music, and it was like he understood me. His songs... they were like a lifeline."

Znop felt a rush of emotion and gently placed his other hand on top of Goku's. "You're so strong. And you're here now, not just surviving but thriving. MJ's music brought you here... and it brought you to me."

Goku turned to look at Znop, his eyes filled with gratitude and affection. "I'm glad I can share this with you. It feels like... finally being understood."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they stayed there in the comforting silence, letting their love speak for them. Znop knew, more than ever, that he wanted to be there for every chapter of Goku's story.

'''TO BE CONTINUED'''
----''<u>'''No more direct chapters appear to exist, however one very long screenshot of what appears to be a continuation of the fanfic was sent by Goku San and it reads as follows:'''</u>''

Chapter 10: A Hidden Message

One evening, as Goku and Znop were looking through some rare Michael Jackson memorabilia at a local antique shop, Znop stumbled upon an old fan letter, yellowed with age. It was handwritten, in elegant script, and signed with Michael Jackson's name. It was a heartfelt

message about love, resilience, and staying true to oneself. Znop read it aloud to Goku, his voice slow, each word carrying weight as he recited Michael's words.

"To all my fans, I say, keep dancing, keep dreaming. The world may be difficult at times, but music, love, and kindness will always guide you through. No matter what life throws at you, know that you are never alone, and there's always light in the darkest places."

The words resonated deeply with both of them. As Znop finished reading, he looked at Goku. "It's like he knew exactly what we needed to hear."

Goku nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I've always felt like Michael was speaking to me, in ways that no one else could. And now, it feels like he's giving us a blessing, reminding us that love is what keeps us going."

They spent the rest of the evening reading more letters, each one more moving than the last. They could almost feel Michael's spirit, as if he were guiding them, reassuring them that their love, like his music, could stand the test of time.

Chapter 11: Testing the Limits

A career opportunity arose that would require Goku to move to another city. It was a dream job-something he'd worked hard for and had been hoping for. But it came with a cost: he'd have to leave Znop behind. It wasn't permanent, but it would take months before Goku could return home. As they sat together that night, trying to sort out the details, a quiet tension began to build.

"I don't know what to do, Znop," Goku admitted, running his hands through his hair. "This job could be a huge step forward for me. But I don't want to lose what we have."

Znop looked at him, his heart aching. "I know how important this is for you, Goku. But I can't lie-I'm scared of being apart. I don't know how we'll handle it."

They were both quiet for a long moment, each grappling with the weight of the decision. Finally, Goku looked up, determination in his eyes. "I think we can make it work. We've survived distance

before, right? And we have Michael to remind us that love can get through anything."

Znop nodded slowly, a small smile tugging

at the corners of his mouth. "You're right. We've been through a lot together. We can handle this too. I want you to go for your dream. Just promise me that we'll make time for each other."

"I promise," Goku said, his voice steady. He took Znop's hands in his. "No matter where I am, you'll always be with me."

They hugged tightly, the weight of their decision still heavy but softened by their unwavering trust in one another.

Chapter 12: The Distance Between

Us

Life apart was harder than either of them had anticipated. Between hectic work schedules and different time zones, they found themselves struggling to stay connected. The days seemed to blur

together. Phone calls grew shorter, and

messages were fewer. As the weeks

passed, a sense of distance began to settle

in.

Znop tried to stay positive, keeping busy

with his own work and hobbies, but it wasn't the same without Goku by his side. Every time they spoke on the phone, there was a hint of loneliness in his voice that he couldn't shake.

One night, they had a particularly difficult conversation. "I don't know, Goku," Znop said, his tone quieter than usual. "It's like we're drifting apart. I miss you so much, but it feels like we're just holding on by a thread."

"I miss you too," Goku replied, his voice

thick with emotion. "It's been harder than I expected, being away from you. But I'm trying. I don't want us to lose what we have."

"I don't want that either," Znop whispered, his voice wavering. "But... sometimes I wonder if we're strong enough to make it through this."

There was a long pause on the line. Finally,

Goku spoke, his voice firm but gentle. "We are strong enough, Znop. I know we are. We've already overcome so much. We just have to keep fighting for this, for us. I love you, and I believe in us."

Tears welled in Znop's eyes, but he smiled

softly. "I love you too, Goku. I'm sorry for doubting."

"Don't apologize," Goku said. "We'll make it

work. I promise."

They ended the call with a shared feeling of

relief, knowing that even though the distance was hard, their love was strong enough to weather it.

Chapter 13: Reunion and Renewal

Months later, Goku finally returned home. The moment Znop saw him at the airport, his heart skipped a beat. Goku was standing there, smiling that familiar, bright

smile, and in that instant, all the months apart melted away. They ran toward each

other, crashing into each other's arms, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. They just held on tightly, savoring the reunion.

"I missed you so much," Goku whispered,

his voice thick with emotion.

"I missed you more," Znop replied, pulling

back to look at Goku, tears brimming in his eyes.

The rest of the day was spent reliving old memories-walking through their favorite spots, laughing about old inside jokes, and enjoying the comfort of being together again. It was like no time had passed at all.

That night, they attended an MJ tribute event together, their favorite way of celebrating their love for Michael. As they danced to Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, and

Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, they both realized that the distance between them had only made their bond stronger. Together, they felt unstoppable.

Chapter 14: Building a Life Together

After Goku completed his work assignment, he returned home for good, and they decided to move in together. It felt

like the natural next step. They found a cozy apartment, decorated it with MJ memorabilia, and made it their own little sanctuary.

The walls were adorned with framed posters of Michael Jackson, some of the greatest albums of all time, and even some

of their personal photos together. It was their space, and every little detail reflected

their shared love for music, art, and each

other.

They spent their days cooking together, working on their dance routines, and

planning for the future. Even when they had tough days, the comfort of each other's presence made everything feel right. They had built a life together-a beautiful, imperfect life, full of love and music.

Chapter 15: The Ultimate Tribute

On the anniversary of their first meeting,

Goku and Znop decided to organize an MJ tribute event of their own. They spent months planning-arranging the music, inviting friends, setting up decorations, and

designing a tribute that would truly honor the King of Pop.

The night of the event, the atmosphere was

electric. The room was filled with fans, all

gathered to celebrate the magic of Michael Jackson. There was a sense of unity in the air, as if everyone present shared the same love for his music and the joy it had brought into their lives. Goku and Znop

performed their own routine, a mix of MJ's iconic moves and elements of salsa, hip-hop, and their own unique style. The crowd cheered and clapped along, completely captivated by their performance.

Afterward, Goku took Znop's hand, gazing

out at the crowd. The room felt like a

dream, a perfect reflection of their journey together. "We've been through so much, haven't we?" Goku whispered, his voice full

of awe.

Znop smiled softly, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah. And it's only the beginning. We're just getting started."

As they stood there, holding hands, the

room full of applause and love, they knew one thing for certain: their bond, like Michael's legacy, was timeless. And they would continue to build their love, one dance step at a time.
----'''CECU - Cartisfeet Elementary Chronicled Universe'''

A seperate fanfiction, written by Cartisfeet San but not of the same continuity of the Znop fanfic, chronicles several members of MJSD in an elementary school enviornment. Some members seen in this fanfiction failed to make it onto the Memorable Members pagee, but at least at the time of this fanfiction where prominently active. Although the email containing this is labled "(Part 1)", no further parts are known to exist. This fanfiction was famously dubbed over by Znop on his Znop Extra youtube channel to lofi piano music. Since no chapters are present I have taken the liberty to add an opening in the form of a day, as due to its setting it is fitting. Cartisfeet is named Rodney here as this was his server nickname on MJSD for a while in reference to producer of the Invincible Album, Rodney Jerkins.


'''Monday:'''

In the quiet hum of an average school classroom, lunchtime chatter simmered in the background, gradually bubbling into the familiar banter of friends.

Znop glanced up from his notebook and muttered, "I wonder what's for lunch today," with the same curiosity that rose every day around this hour. Without missing a beat, Ghok piped up, "I hope it's chicken nuggets!" his eyes gleaming with that sacred spark of anticipation only nuggets could provide. Silv suddenly broke the tension with a grin and declared, "I am GAY!" loud and proud, injecting an unexpected energy that turned a few heads nearby. Nobody in the friend group batted an eye; Silv was well-loved and known for his spontaneous honesty. If anything, the outburst seemed to energize everyone even more.

amante2k14, the long-suffering teaching assistant tasked with herding this rowdy crew, sighed and rapped his knuckles against his desk. "Alright, class, enough chatter! Take your notebooks out, please." He did his best to sound firm, though his own small smile betrayed him.

Znop raised a hand, but instead of waiting for permission, he called out, "Teacher, can I have a cup of tea, innit?" with an exaggerated British accent that cracked Ghok up instantly.

Without missing a beat, Ghok pulled out his lunch, looked down at the plain pasta, and sent a single spaghetti emoji to the group chat:

Just then, Rodney leaned in with a mischievous smirk. "She jerkin' my rod," he muttered under his breath, likely more for shock factor than anything. His quip drew a series of horrified snickers and eye-rolls, a classic Rodney move. sapped, ever deadpan and unbothered, leaned back with a sly grin and drawled, "I got my Ghok in my san right now." His tone was deliberately ambiguous, leaving the group to guess what in the world he actually meant.

The bell rang, signaling lunch, and the group spilled into the cafeteria in one swirling mess of laughter and shouts. They found a table by the window, overlooking the playground, and settled in with their trays.

Znop was the first to inspect his food and sighed dramatically. "No nuggets, lads. Life is cruel."

As if on cue, Silv leaned over, whispering conspiratorially, "So... should I declare my undying love for Rodney right here, or save it for math class?"

"Save it," amante2k14 replied, chuckling. "Or at least give me a heads-up so I can prepare the 'Romantic Confessions in Class' form."

The lunch break passed in a blur of wild jokes, exaggerated British accents, and philosophical debates about whether chicken nuggets were superior to spaghetti. They laughed until their sides ached, traded theories about their teacher's mysterious personal life, and ignored the ever-watchful eyes of the cafeteria monitor. The banter only grew louder as they made their way back to class, knowing that another day of inside jokes, shenanigans, and general chaos awaited them.
----'''CACU - Cartisfeet Alternate Chronicled Universe (Mainly Unreleased)'''

One final fanfiction appears to exist, although its only known work is a screenshot straight from ChatGPT which contains a passage where Sapped46 seemingly dies due to slipping on the Bible CD, in reference to the collection of fraudulent Michael Jackson songs sung by Jason Malachi, commonly called the Bible Album.  Cartisfeet is named Rodney here as this was his server nickname on MJSD for a while in reference to producer of the Invincible Album, Rodney Jerkins.

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'''A'''s sapped made his way to his desk, he noticed something shiny lying in the aisle— a single CD with the word BIBLE scrawled across it in black marker. Curious, he bent down to pick it up, glancing at the odd label. "Bible? Who even uses CDs anymore?" he muttered, chuckling to himself. He didn't notice Rodney and Znop exchanging amused glances; they'd

planted the CD there earlier as a prank, assuming it was some old-school mixtape.

But as sapped went to stand up, his foot slipped on the smooth surface of the disc, and before he knew it, he was falling backward, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain his balance. The

classroom seemed to freeze, the sound of his friends' laughter fading as time slowed. sapped hit the ground with a sickening thud, his head connecting hard with the tile floor.

The laughter died immediately, replaced by a suffocating silence amante2k14 rushed over, dropping to (?)ees beside sapped, checking for any of movement,
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