-Just the good stuff-

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I was floating in front of a mirror examining myself. "Hey Ronica?"

"Wazzup Bill?" Pyronica asks from where she was lounging on a couch reading through a fashion magazine. She has been planning to style her hair again and was trying to see which stuff appealed to her.

"Am I cute?"

There's the sound of Pyronica dropping the magazine. "Excuse me?!?"

I trail a small hand down my side. My bricks felt as smooth as always. The only real texture being the lines between my bricks. "I'm cute right? Like...I'm...not hideous right?" I'm a little embarrassed but I had to ask for her opinion.

I hear the clicking of her heels as Pyronica strolls up to me. "Bill, what's wrong now?" She sighs.

There was that one time she caught me putting on make up in front of a mirror. We both agreed to pretend that never happened and my current comments were bringing up her carefully suppressed memories.

"Nothing's wrong just..." I look at my reflection. I tilt this way and that. Have I gained weight? No, that is literally impossible. "I was grocery shopping today and the cashier saw me and started foaming at the mouth..."

Pyronica groaned and rolled her eye. "People are just stupid Bill. You know how scared people are of you."

"They're scared of my reputation yes. But I wasn't even doing anything threatening. And those warning posters the Federation insists on posting everywhere clearly says 'Dangerous when provoked' and it wasn't like I was provoked. Hell, I think I was more 'provoked' by the other shoppers screaming at me and running from the store."

"People are stupid Bill." She repeats.

"I know. But...they just...faint when they see me? Am I...scary looking?"

"When you make yourself bigger and change color you're sort of scary." Pyronica shrugs. "Why is this bothering you so much?"

I sighed in frustration. "I don't know. I'm just...sick of it? I don't know?" I spun my bowtie absently. "Do you think I'm cute? I don't mean attractiveness, just…I'm not BAD looking right?"

"You're very cute Bill." Pyronica says with a soft smile.

"That's good...I think?" I sighed and drooped sadly. Pyronica rolls her eye. "Do you wanna go hit a club again?"

I stare at her flatly. "You've already eaten a construct just last week." I inform her. She groans. "I don't mean for picking up guys. I mean just going out and having fun. Dance a little? I know you like dancing. Maybe we could find a karaoke bar and you can sing to your heart's content?"

I perk up at the mention of karaoke. I fuckin' LOVE karaoke.

"I don't want to disguise as you again." I inform her. It was fun but it wasn't really me. She grins. "We could invite the whole gang, I'm sure Teeth would LOVE a chance to be as loud and obnoxious as he can."

That DID sound like it would be fun. I've sort of become a regular at the Pizsta Palace and requested Teeth every time. Often times I went there alone since Pyronica and the others had their own stuff they wanted to do. I just chatted and joked around with Teeth while slowly working my way through their whole menu. It was nice. I asked one day if Teeth would like to be my friend and to my absolute delight he said 'Sure'.

I was thrilled to have a new friend. I didn't even put two and two together to realize Teeth was TEETH until our third meeting. To be fair, I couldn't really see him under the Lips that covered him so I didn't recognize him. Not that it was a real excuse because his name was TEETH for crying out loud!

Give me a break, it's been billions of years, even with perfect memory recall I won't remember something unless I actively search through my own mind for it!

I teleport to Teeth's apartment so I could invite him to hang out. Floating in front of that huge door, I marveled at how human looking it all was. Just, giant sized. Teeth lived here with his colony and a few other roommates. Their society was uncannily human-like. The only major difference being the fact that each 'person' was actually a colony of multiple people. Sometimes the Eyes weren't even the same color as each other.

Basically the different body parts start pairing up with the ones they're friendly with, then finding other parts they need and working out whether they'll be able to work together. There are many cases of certain parts being switched out or exchanged for various reasons. I found their species incredibly interesting.

I rang the doorbell and contemplated if I should invite Teeth's colony too. There's the heavy thumping of 'feet' and the door opens. It takes the Symbiote a few seconds before the Eyes spot me. The colony shudders and the door is slammed in my face.

Rude.

I press the doorbell again. The door opens a tiny crack. "W-why are you here sir?" I hear the Mouth ask.

"Is Teeth here? Tell him his friend Bill Cipher is looking for him."

"Ah...Teeth...um...moved out yesterday..."

I blinked before flickering through the images. Once I found the information I wanted I narrowed my eye angrily. "He didn't move out. You guys threw him out."

The Symbiote 'eeped' and tried to close the door but I flung it open and floated into the house. From what I've seen, both Teeth's colony and roommates were sick of his constant chattering, I get it, I really do. Sometimes that would get annoying. But instead of asking him to quiet down, they decided to just switch him out for a new Mouth. Because that's just how it is.

If a Part is defective or unwanted, there were plenty more Parts out there looking for a colony. Why bother trying to work out any issues you have with each other when you can kick out an unwanted one?

"Y-you can't just come in here and-"

"Where's Teeth's stuff?" I interrupt them.

"W-what?"

"I know for a fact he had a lot of gold. You guys didn't let him keep it when you tossed him out." I fume as I float through the giant house. I tip a lot and Teeth, being amazingly generous in a way I hadn't expected, always split his money between the colony hosting him at work. The 'waiter' body at work wasn't Teeth's actual colony. They normally worked in the backroom washing dishes. Teeth split his tips with them too. Despite dividing the gold so much, Teeth has built up a good amount of personal funds.

He told me once during our chats that he actually wanted to become an actor. He would act out parts verbally by himself constantly. He confessed that his colony didn't share his dream and he was planning on moving to a new one once he's saved up enough money. Then these assholes threw him out without even letting him take his money. I was severely tempted to make them all suffer.

"Where. Is. Teeth's. Stuff." I growl out, my bricks pushing red with each word. The Symbiote flinched and led me to their room and pointed me to a shelf. "H-his shelf is the o-one there..."

I quickly find his things, the shelf wasn't just a place to store his stuff, it was his 'room'. A toothbrush, floss, multiple different flavors of toothpaste, posters with images of wide smiles, many books containing the scripts for various plays, a lot of chewing gum, a bed with incredibly fluffy sheets, various knick-knacks, some video games and the handheld system they played on.

But none of his money. They've probably already taken it. Stolen it. I grab all his belongings into a bubble. I had to find Teeth. Poor guy was thrown out yesterday. I flickered through my images and found him sleeping on a chair at the Pizsta Palace. His boss was kind enough to let him stay there for the night. Partly because he was grateful for all the money Teeth got from me whenever I came by the restaurant.

I turn to glare at the Symbiote. "I have half the mind to do something awful to you all for just kicking my friend out into the streets AND stealing his money." They whimpered and started babbling apologies.

"Shut up." I snap. The Hands quickly clamped over the Mouth. "The only reason this whole building isn't currently on fire is because Teeth would be upset if you all died." I blinked out of there with a blinding flash of light, purposely throwing all the items in the apartment into disarray as I went.

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"Teeth? Hey?" I softly nudged him, having teleported inside the restaurant. It was still a few hours before opening time so the only people in the building were the prep-chefs and us. Teeth didn't have eyes and thus was incapable of shedding tears but I could feel the sadness pouring out of him. "Oh...hi Bill...the restaurant's not open yet...I've heard of people lining up to get in first but this is ridiculous." He tries to joke.

"I'm not here to eat. I came to find you. I...got your stuff. From your apartment." I held up the bubble with his belongings. Teeth sat up and smiled more genuinely this time.

"Oh thank floss! Thanks Bill! I didn't think I would get my stuff back..."

I was suddenly struck with a vision. A different possible timeline lay before me. In another world, in another time, Teeth never met Bill Cipher in the restaurant. He was kicked out by his colony, had no one to turn to, his boss had no reason to help him, Teeth wanders the streets cold and without a single coin to his name. He loses his job at the restaurant because he wasn't the Mouth for his colony anymore. He searches for a new colony but no one takes him in. He cannot GET a job without a colony. He grows more desperate as time goes on. He grows hungry and cold. He finally steals some food. He starts stealing more things. Blankets to keep him warm at night. Food so he doesn't starve. The thefts escalate until he starts using his acting talents to pull cons. Eventually he gets caught and arrested, the long list of crimes landing him a prison sentence.

I blink the images away and refocused my gaze on the still innocent Teeth before me. He wasn't a criminal. Not yet. Hopefully he never will be. This Teeth was still full of hope and love for the world around him. Nothing like the broken mess from the other timeline. I have diverted fate. Luckily it was a small insignificant thing. Time Baby wouldn't notice something like this. More importantly, my actions have resulted in a divergence. Hope swelled within me. I changed Canon. It was possible for me to change Canon.

I don't realize I'm crying until Teeth worriedly asks me if I'm okay. I wipe my tears and tell him that I'm simply glad he's alright. "Hey Teeth?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you...ever thought about leaving this planet?"

It takes him a bit before he realizes what I'm offering him. I can take him away from here. I can give him a place to live where he doesn't have to pay rent or worry about his next meal. He'll be free to come and go as he pleases. He can pursue his dream of being an actor throughout the multiverse. He can do what he wants without NEEDING his colony to go along with it. He can be free. And all he has to do is shake my hand. Make a Deal. Agree to be my Friend. From now until the end of time.

His grip is firm and steady.

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"-And this will be your room. If you want to make any alterations to it, make it bigger, add another floor, get some specific furniture or whatever, just tell me and I can make it happen." I proudly show Teeth his new living quarters. He's gazing around in awe. "This will be mine? I don't have to share with anyone?"

"Not unless you want to. This is YOUR room. Now the kitchens, living room and other stuff is a shared communal area, there's also a shared bathing area but if you're uncomfortable with that I can easily make you a personal bathroom."

"This is so cool!" Teeth gushes as he runs to look out the large triangular window at the swirling lights of the galaxies around us. The base wasn't stationary. I could move it with just a thought and it was currently caught in a slow orbit around the nearest star.

"I still need to tell Pyronica and the others that you'll be living here now. I probably should have given them a heads up first."

Then again, they were used to my spontaneous decisions by now. Like when I decided I wanted to change the walls from black bricks to pastel pink for a few days. I only changed it back because Pyronica said it was nauseating to look at, also Xanthar kept running into the walls thinking they were flowers. Ammy thought it was hilarious.

Teeth was chattering excitedly as he started arranging his belongings around the place. "And...you're sure I don't have to pay rent or anything?"

"Nope. Same Deal as everyone else here, you be my Friend and I'll be yours. And I happen to take good care of my friends."

I've made the official Deal with Ammy a while back. Xanthar agreed to his not long after I rescued him. I gushed to Ax about my new friends. He seemed happy for me. I suspect he was glad I was talking about nice things for once.

I should go update him on Teeth's new living situation later.

"Come on, I'll show you where the kitchen is."

---

"Where have you BEEN?! It shouldn't have taken you so long to grab Teeth." Pyronica complains when she spots me.

"Oh...well...a couple of things happened and um..."

"Hey yo my new roomies!!!" Teeth shouts cheerfully.

Pyronica stares blankly for a few seconds. I think even her fire was frozen. She woodenly turns her head to face me. "He's living here now?" She says with no expression on her face. I wince and cower slightly. "Um...if I say yes, will you get mad?"

"Oh I'm not mad." She continues to speak with no inflection or emotion in her voice.

"Really?" I perk up hopefully.

"I am livid."

I shrunk down into my true size under the weight of her glare. "You couldn't have at LEAST given the rest of us a heads up?" She growls.

"...you didn't have a problem with Ammy moving in..."

"Ammy's your KID, of course he would live with us."

"I thought we established that we have not confirmed any familial relations between Bill and I." Amorphous Shape spoke up from the couch he was lounging on. The TV was set to a Globnar challenge. I sneered at Time Baby. Ugh, I can't even stand looking at him.

"That's not the point here. Bill, I know this is your house and you're free to invite whoever you want. But we should at least have a chance to give our say." Pyronica says irritably.

"But Teeth got thrown out. He has no where else to go..." I whimper. Teeth is standing quietly, biting himself anxiously as his emotions flipped between hope and disappointment.

Pyronica's gaze softened. "Oh Bill..." She comes up and cups me in her hands. My true size was small enough she could hold me with just one hand if she wanted. "Sometimes I think it's a good thing the universe thinks you're evil. If people knew how much of a softie you are they'd all take advantage of you..." She whispers so quietly the only reason I heard her was because I could hear thoughts.

"Roni?" I asked quietly as my tiny hand wrapped around one of her fingers. She sighs before smiling at me. "Fine. He can stay, but he better not be as annoying as the LAST guy we were forced to live with."

"Ugh no. I wouldn't invite someone I didn't like unless I had no other choice. Bleh."

We both laughed and Teeth chattered in relief that he'd somehow been accepted. I float out of Pyronica's hands and grew back to my larger size. "So! Does everyone want to go out to karaoke today?"

---

I managed to find an ACTUAL karaoke place. With private sound proofed rooms and everything. Not a bar full of strangers all waiting for their turn at mike. Pyronica was a little disappointed that she couldn't try and pair me with someone.

She keeps trying to convince me to get laid. "Just for fun! Come on. How about you make a construct for yourself? Eh?" She would elbow me while waggling her eyebrow as I sighed. I know she means well but geez. I materialize a martini for myself. Gonna need ta get drunk for this.

"What exactly is a Karaoke?" Amorphous Shape asks as he picks up a mic and tilts it around in confusion. Teeth is already messing with the machine and looking at what songs they had. Xanthar opted to stay home. He didn't like loud noises.

"Oh! They've got T't tear't yi infant't by the Cr@wling Chaos!" He remarks as he swipes through the pages.

"Ugh. No way. Those posers think they're all edgy just 'cause they feast on the front row audience during their concerts." Pyronica complains as she picks up the drinks menu.

"How about Chauke avhe agon by Uru-Kai?"

"If we do a scremo song first off we won't have voices left for others." Pyronica shoots down his suggestion again.

"Do they have Naed zes khihg by Underlord?" I pipe up.

"That's...a lullaby..." Teeth says slowly.

"I happen to LIKE that song.!" I turn orange for a little before fading back to yellow.

"What about M̒̓ͣͫ͂ā͔͑ͥ̊̈̏ͬr̭̪̭̥͎͍͍ͥ̌̎͑͗ͭy̘̮̬̘̥ͣͯ͢ͅ ̰̹̤̭̓̿̎ͤͤ̚͡h̝͍͐̊͊̋͊ͅå̬̞̀ͩd̨̟͓̰͚̲̔̔ͨ̋̿ ̿͌͏̭̙̭̙̳a͍͊̚ ̖͔̠͛̅͂̓̃̽l̼͉͚̫̳̓̿̈ͤ̄͐̐i̡̓̓̀t͍̔̅̃ͧͮͣ͂t͙̭̗ͤl̼ͥ̃ͨ̀ͧ͒͆e̫̱ ̰͎̙̼̰͇̣̿̓̓̽̚͢B̺̳̝̮̣̖̃ͨͧ͋̀ĩͮ͑͐͗̃t̢͙̯͕̠̱̟̒c͌ͮ͐̇͐̒ͣ͏͔̥ḣ̨ͩ͒̃ͯ̐?" Teeth sighs as he just clicks the Random song option.

"I don't know that one." Pyronica shrugs.

"I have no opinion on that." Ammy says.

"That song is rude, offensive and mean spirited." I've heard the song of course. Scouring the multiverse for any and all music I could find. There were some nice songs here and there but nothing that really caught my passion quite like the music that humanity made.

"Look how about we just do this one and then we can take turns choosing songs for ourselves?" Teeth groans. We all agree and he puts on the song. I sigh.

M̥̲͈̙̰̊a̦̺̘̾̌̀̽ͮ̌ṙ͈̜͔̞͓̇̽y ̱̞̼̩̱͘h̝͗ͯ̋͐̇ͧ͠ȁ͉̫̱̥̖̗͂̋̎ḓ̽̽́͞ ͖̝̮̫̘̀̅á̶̻̮͕̘̥̫ͨ́̽̾ͭ̇ͅ ̯̻̺̖̲͒̈͊̒L͎̯̫̔͊͗̆̈̈͛͠í̴̲̄ͬͩ͑ͩͫt͗̀҉̳̼̟t͇̺̃̌ͫ̃̋l͖̤̣͚̦̈ͬ̌ͬͯͯ̒͝e̝ͨ̅ͯ̓̓͊ ͎̠͕̻̎̿ͩ͊̑̚B̜̯̠i̗̞̻̯t̙̩̯ͯ̿ͦͨ̿c̜̟͕̾̓̔̚h̯͎̾̆̿̄̌ͭ!͖̠̤͐ͧ̆̆ͭ͞ͅͅ

̫͖̭̘̑̽

̶̖̮̱̼̤̙͔̉̎ͧ̓̅ͪT̳̦͛h͋ͅa̫͇̻̯̰̟̐ͯ̓t̮̳͈̻͖̬̼͐͛̀̉̏͆ ̰͔̗͖͚̜̬͂ͫ͋̄̍ͮ̿w͚͕̺̗͖͉͎̓ͧh͓̎͂͂̓̀o͗̌͒ͨͧͦr̝͕̀ḛ͈̇̃͟ ̰̥̗̜͔̟̲́̽̌̍͐̆͊́w̵̺̬͙̗̮ā̷̻̝̦̦̹̭̭̍͋̑͒s̭̞̬͡ ͖̼̍t̹͐ͩ̚ĥ̝͙́ͨͭ̋̅i̳ͭͭç̴̱͖̩̲ͅc̪̜͙͚̻͈̑͋̔̇̐ͬ͗͡ ̬͒̚á̗̗̞͓̟͔̿̄̊̚s̤͚͚̼̳̤̼̔ͣ̆ͯͪͤ̚ ̮̗̹́ͤ̐ͦ̍h̵͖̲̩͛eͪ̿͑̍̂̾̚l͉̜͍͇̰͍̇l̫̇̑̎́̍ͅ!̜̲̠͗̂̓̋ͧ

͙̬̝̟̗͎̋

̯͍̖͎̋͒͒A̪̣̝̤̎̄͒n͒ͩͯ̿ͧ͟d͋͌ͤͥͣ̌̚͏͎̬͓͕ ̳͖̠̖͗̉̈ͭę̖̟̔͗ͥ̈́͛v̰̦̣̩̻͎ͪ̆e̪ṛ͔̲̰͕͒̿ͨ͐̏̽ͪy̯̼̝͎͋̽͂̓̈́̕w͇̭̩͚̱̹̜ͮ̎͆ͣh̬̓̍̓͗e̍̏́r̛̯̱̗̀̈̌̉̽̓ͮͅē̴͉̞̳ ͎̜̥̮̣͖̺͋̂̓͐͆͞ť̠̟̪͂́h̴͇̩̮̋a̡͗̇͆͒͗ͥt̗̻̫͓̘ͫ̽͜ ̰͚̬̦̠͉͓ͦ͆̆̄ͫͮͬM̶̮̮̳͕͊ͯ̽ͩa͔̪̱̟̬̠ͤ̊̋̑͒̋r͓̙ͩ͋̉͡ỹ̫̭̱͓̪̮ ̧͐͂̃̏ͯ̚w̸̖͓͔ͮ̔ͦ̌̉ͥͩe̘̖̺̙̦n̛̻̂̄ͦͯ̊̅ͭt̠̘͋ͭ̉̎̅̾̕

̥̹ͩ́̂̈̍͋̑

̧̱̫̮̖͎̣̣ͭ͌T̟̥̲̗̗̯ͤͫ̎ͅh̰ͪ̇̎a̢͔̾t̰̪̗̲̫͘ ̰̫̩̝͈̪̽̽̆ͫ̎̚w̶͙̪ͫ͊ͦ͛̒̐h̭̹̊̑̑õ̝̳͈͙̤̤ͥ͛ͤr̪̫̣̘̗̂͐͑ͪͪ̐e̙̫͙̮̻͕͎̒̆͋͒ͯ ͉ͮͩ̅̋f̺́͑o̐͏̟̻̙͚l̢̥̖̰̭̜͍͐͊͌͛ͨ̈̈́ĺ̡̘̩̼̱̹̭̓͊ͧo̧̹̠̘̱͓̬̞ẇ̡͕̗͚̙̺͉̖͐̐̑͆̀ͤe̤̲͐͋̈́d͉͍̙͜ ̫̙̦̫̩͓ͮ̎h̨̘͍̔è̺̙̗̼̦͈ͥͬ̆̒r͉̹̊̽̎ͪ̔ ̗̣̣͇͖͇͐̇̚ş͈̱̝̘́̑ͧ̾͒́m̪̫̤͓̝̳̾̓e̛̙̻̺͑ͅl̅͂ḷ͍͆̍ͯ́̒͘!̣ͪͦ̉̇̑͌

̨̥͇̪̺̹̊̃̋ͦ

̤͖̱̫̞͒̈͋̿͑͆͝Sͬͯḣ̩̖̫̱̙̗ͪ̂ͪ̋͑͜é̛̪̩̝̘͛ ̲͇̳̑ͫͨͯf̮͚͈̣ͭ͂̃ͯ͗ͦ̚u̢̹ͯ̔̇̄͂c̲̜͈̩͂̌ͩ̑͋ͩͅk͎͗͋ē̉̌͜d͚̖ͮ̈́̂̿͗̒̚͟ ̧͈͖̓̉̓̋ͭͬh̪̪̖̻͓̣̯e̼̰͎̣̩̦ͧͭͦ̋r̫͈͙̄ ̺ͨ́̑́ͣ͡o̫ñͭ ̢t̥̖͍̜̙͔͑̆̇̄͗ͭ̚h͉͈̞̋̔̐ͤe̠̎͌ͯͣͨ̓ ̪̫͆ͣ̏͆̚͟w̢̬͖̗̝̳̭ͯͮ͒ͯǎ͖̹̯̿͠y̞͈̩͕͍̮͆̏ͮ̚ ͍ͬͥ̌̽̊̉tȏ͚͇̰̮̫̗͜ ̡ͯͭͣ̇s̫̫͈̫ͪ͝c̴̋̇ͭ̎̅̉h͕̝͉̪̞́̾̕oo̖̗͉̜͖͍̙͒͛l͈͘

͖̳̙͚̎̓ͅ

̬̣̼̥̘̥̩͆S̹̹͈̜ͦ͂͋ͣͅh͉͇̘̏ͮ͌e̺̳͚̳͇͝ ̫͚̘̹͎͐͆͆ͬͅf̵͎̟̖̖̱̖̯ͣ̑̈̎͒u̢̻ͥ͋cͭ̂k̓̎͆̀͏̗̗̥e̗̗̫ď̢ ͑ͨ͒̔͏̩̣̦h͙̘̩͉̣̼̖ͭ͆̊̀ͪe̦̪̜̞̺͎͉̔́̐ͮ̃ͧr̩̫͈͍͇ͧ͐ ͉̫̮͍͙͈ͨ̓ͫ̆ͅĩ͖̬̱̗͉ͤ͒̕ͅñ͋́̀͗͂̈́ ̭͜th̘̭͙̲͎̑e̢̗̰̟̺̩ ͕͎̑ͅh̩̺̲̠̮̝̆͊͆̏ả̫͔̦͕͙̒ḷ̳͓̮͚͍̰l̵̯͇̹̱̺̫͊̐̉ͯ́ͥ̿s̝͚ͩͥ͛͛ͧ

̧ͪͥ̿ͦ

̘̝̩͎̓͌̃̈ͮS̥ͬ́h̉ͦ̎͐̆ẹ̗̪͔̽ͨ̏̅ͮ͐͘ ̮̑̌ͧ̎͐ͭ̈́͡f̧͙̤̟̠̙ͪ̔ͩͬͯͮu͕̘ͣ̎́c̝̤̊̍̿̅̃k̸͎͚̱̝͔̜͑̄̍̚ed̪͓̒̓͒́ ̯̭̮̰̰̓ͬ͗h̺͇̤̳̏̈̾͛͑̽̈e̹͆͡r̴̙͊̿ ̌̃̂̽s̓̃o̗̬̯̙ͪ̓̓̅̇̃ͯ͝ ̯̟̀̽̐h̴͑ͥ͐ͯͮͬa̷̭ͫ̇̓̓̃̍ͅŗ̹͖̥ͅd̯̙͍̬͕̲͆ͥ̃͒͊͆̆ ̤̰͇̜̘̾̂ṱ͖͓͎̝͎̎͞ͅh̬̼̦̘̺̀͆̌ͮ̉̚a̛͕͖̗̞̮̱̰͗̆ͨ̆t̸̤̳̟͖̻ͯ ̢͙͙̯̖ͅs͍̞͛̋̂̑̏̈̚h̼̰̱̱͂͛̍͒̌e̼͇ͯ

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͉̦̣̉ͩ̍̅̍ͭ̚S̥͒ͯ̈́ͨp̠̺͎͙͇͎̙ͮͣ̽͝l̠̭̭̱͈͟a͎̖̿̂ͦ̇́ͩͪt̢̙̩̯̙̑ͨ̈́ͯ͒̚t̛͉̤͈͔̙͎͔ẹ̗͓͈̫̓́ͅr̰̥̈͂̒͋̐̆e͇͉͔̦̾̐dͥ̃͂ͬ ̭̯̥̼̹ͥͤͬͨh̻̘̫͔̖̥ę͚̣̲͙ͥ͗ͬ̎̅r̡̦̮̩̥̟͎̱̄̽ͮͧͪ̈́ ̸̍ͯ̊̒b̩̥̥̤̳͋͊̾͂r̗̬̼͔̳̰͖ͫ̅͗̏̌ḁ̖͊̊͌̏͝i̠ͥ͐ͣ̀ͅn͂̂ͬ҉̜͇̬͓̳̼ͅs̫ͪͭ̾͢ ̫̲̲͌̃ͫ̆̆ͭǒ̶̳̭̝̼̞ͩ̈́͗̓̋̓n̑̀̋̆ ̀t͎̻̳̫̫̲ͦ̅ͫȟ̥͍͇ẽ͈͚̓ͭ͋ͨ ͉̝͔ͥ̓̏̏w̱̳͍ͨ͑̍̄́͒͋a̢͇͉̿͗̑lͯ͌ͬ͠l͖̓̆ͯ͛̍̿

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My eye twitched. Ugh. It's not like the tune was any good. The lyrics were bland and uninspired as well as offensive. Sadly. Bland yet offensive seemed to be what was popular with the kids nowadays. Luckily no one saw my minor melt down when I realized I seriously pulled a 'kids these days' complaint. I'm not THAT old am I!?!

While I was busy having an existential crisis, Pyronica went up to put in a song. "Seriously? They don't have How to Scoop a Whale but they have SeaMammal Ice Cream?"

"What?! The frickin' Cover-ripoff is on there but the original isn't?!" Teeth snarls as he goes up beside Pyronica to check. The two looked up in unison at each other and a bond was formed. A friendship born from the indignation of crappy modern remixes of classic songs.

"Oh my god I really AM that old..." I whimper to myself as I rocked back and forth. I summon a bottle of spiced rum from my stash at home and popped the cork to chug it right then and there. I cannot handle this bullshit mid-life crisis while sober.

"I'M JUST A SMALL TIME GIRL~LIVING IN THE LONELY WORLD~"

"What song is that?" Pyronica asks while I screech off tune.

We all started singing our own stuff even if it wasn't on the machine. It was great fun and I was having a blast.

Sadly I think we have a lifetime ban due to the lot of us getting roaring drunk and escaping our booth halfway through our 17th song. I hogged the mike and Teeth tried to steal one from another booth.

"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!?!"

""WHO! WHO! WHO!" They picked up on some of my song lyrics pretty quickly.

I don't remember much personally but my Scan showed that Pyronica had eaten one of the customers in the booth next to us and Teeth had somehow started an improv stand up comedy routine in the lobby.

Ammy stole all the snacks by shoving them through his blocks and I had gone up to complain drunkenly about the lack of Vocaloid songs. When the terrified owner told me he had no idea what Vocaloid was I transmogrified all the staff into cyborgs by fusing the karaoke machines and speakers into them.

I went back to fix them and apologize once I was sober. Unfortunately that didn't lift our lifetime ban. All in all. It was a fun evening.

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