YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE.

Doing your best to stay out of a situation only goes well until you have to leave the house. Then it becomes your problem, too… and apparently everyone else’s in the damn city. It’s chaos out here. Amidst all the chaos, Biker’s eye is drawn to someone standing off by the side… is she taping this?

“Y'know, maybe I should’ve thought to make something funny out of this earlier,” he says, sidling up to her. “Mind if I watch with you for a bit? It’s better than errands.”

Ah, there’s company now.  Hopefully that wouldn’t draw attention their way…She was pretty good at hiding and going unnoticed thanks to her size alone.  

“Yeah, that’s fine.”  La Brava screwed the camcorder into the tripod.  “I don’t think it’ll be all that exciting, though.  I’m just getting these poor schmucks on film: dying and what have you.”

Any embarrassing display would be caught on her video capture device for her to edit together later.  Those were becoming popular back home…And fame appealed to the woman, to be a viral Spirale star!  What a dream.

Examples:

Consider: doing a backflip

Consider: kissing your crush

Consider: wearing a skirt

☁︎  I was intimidated by your disposition/afraid to follow/send an ask to

♨︎  you seem really chill and I can’t wait to start writing with you!

♕  I’m impressed with your writing! 

✘  I don’t like your writing

✁  we used to write together, but we don’t anymore.

♋︎  I feel like we’re really similar and would get along well.

♡  I have a tumblr crush on you

☯︎  you’ve helped me improve my writing 

₪  I still haven’t had the courage to send you an ask/reach out to you

℥  I envy you for _____ reason

∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

∅  you annoy me

☛  I have something I need to tell you in IMs

❤︎  you are my favorite writer of your muse

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

▼ I’ve heard bad things about you

Change as needed

“I have never been ready for this.”

‘Who’s watch is that?”

“I’m in the middle of a scene!”

“Well, have at it you pesky devil.”

“This is not what friends do!”

“Did you feel like you were transported to another time?”

“That’s very self aware.”

“I do not know what these are.”

“Go on, open it up.”

“I’ll die for a jelly bean, baby.”

“Congratulations, you have died.”

“I’m gonna start using that.”

“There were some baller upsides to this whole thing.”

“Ah yes, death.”

“Tell ya what, I think it sure is fun to make people die.”

“This is intolerable.”

“I’m gonna walk by you slowly so you can see who won.”

“Is it hot in here? Ugh, that’s too personal.”

“Is her boob out?!”

“There’s no nipple! For the record.”

“Well, you would get real beheaded.”

“Kind of sounded a little bit like erotica to me.”

“He either looks indifferent or very disappointed and angry.”

“I had something way grosser in my mind.”

“You thought you were safe but another question has pounced.”

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a really long time.”

“I don’t like it ‘cause I wasn’t right.”

“Aww, I hope there’s disguises.”

“Who goes there? I’ll kill you!”

“Was she a ghost?”

“What do you think just happened?”

“I’m gonna get myself a veranda.”

“Don’t be so needy.”

“Let me take this from the top, huh?”

“What a champ you’ve been!”

“Be a treat and hide behind that potted plant over there.”

“It’s the goddamn SATs all over again.”

“Smart. Just plain smart.”

“You ever think about the horses on a battlefield, just getting peppered by bullets and muskets?”

“I was a horse girl, there I said it, I was.”

“God I love sugar cubes.”

“It started off as a grift, how did it end up like this?”

“I’d wear it.”

“That was actually not that bad.”

“Don’t compliment yourself you son of a bitch.”

“That’s not a euphemism.”

“I’d love to die on a lazy river.”

“This is some weird bullshit.”

“Is that somehow more offensive?”

“Just what in the hell kind of answer is that?”

“It’s arbitrary, it’s all arbitrary.”

“Stop spinning.”

“Sounds as if something has happened.”

“Ugh, grim.”

“What is this jargon?”

“Oh shit, sinking bros, this may be it.”

“Why must you do the things that you do?”

“The physics of that situation don’t make any sense.”

“Eww, look at these bodies!”

“This sounds like the writing of an old woman laying in bed.”

“Chopping people up ain’t my scene.”

“It doesn’t seem right.”

“Stop complimenting yourself in the third person!”

“This is probably very therapeutic for them.”

“It’s here and there.”

“Normally they’re full of jellybeans but I spilled them.”

“I am a little nasty.”

“Has the universe ever just challenged you?”

“Who’s hand is that?”

“You know your audience.”

“History’s a sad thing.”

“Okay, no, that was too crass, that’s disgusting.”

“How’d you like to be dead?”

“You seem passionate about this.”

“Come on, open my little bag.”

“All the crops died.”

“I guess that’s gusto.”

“That’s right, I’m a history buff!”

“But no one ate dirt, right?”

“I didn’t realize it was the fucking Wild West out here.”

“I reward creativity!”

“That’s my catchphrase now, I think.”

“Not sure I approve of that.”

“It sort of captures the craziness of what’s about to happen.”

“I guess we can clap for that.”

“Oh wow, what another miserable day in what is basically Hell.”

“You’re looking, uhh, actually you’re looking pretty awful.”

“It’s weird it took you this long to figure it out.”

“So, nothing pleasant about this.”

“Have you ever been trapped in a prison of your own laughter?”

“It didn’t take long for things to go from strange to dark.”

“It just makes things sadder without music, y’know what I mean?”

“You know what? Not working, really not working.”

“We’re on the same wavelength, I appreciate that.”

“Well, let’s order a bunch of little red shoes then.”

“How long does it take to make a shoe?”

“That’s a lot of people to hypnotize.”

“Isn’t that sweet?”

“Sure, a lot of people died, but… uhh…”

“God doesn’t really look like how you’d expect him to.”

“It’s not the worst thing that I’ve done!”

“That was disturbing.”

“That wasn’t me, that was God.”

“It’s a dance-off, folks.”

"WAH–!" He whips around to face him. "D-don't scare me like that!" He takes a breath, the two staring at each other in silence for a moment.

“It’s not not peaceful if they don’t notice you stole shit from them,” Biker says. “I don’t have a lotta shit to miss. That guy is not going to miss a bag of chips.”

He storms off into the deli, pacing the aisles, taking mental inventory of what he’ll take with him. He turns a corner, coming to face the front of the store once again– just in time to see Clive stroll in.

“Oh, that bastard,” he mutters under his breath, stuffing the nearest candy box into his pocket.

Whether he genuinely didn’t notice them in his peripheral vision or if he just didn’t see a reason to look over to them was left unconfirmed, as he’d give the guy at the counter a polite smile before heading straight to the refrigerator. To little surprise, he’d pick out two of those prepackaged prepared meals, as well as a sandwich box.

It was only when he returned to the store employee, putting the stuff on the counter to pay, that he’d seek eye contact with that blue-haired jerk. “Oh,” his smile looked genuine, but judging by the context, really wasn’t.

He hastily stuffs a couple more candy bars into his jeans before moving into the next aisle. Chip bags are going to make too much noise for it not to be suspicious now... There's always canned foods. He grabs two cans, putting them in his two vest pockets respectively. Lunch and dinner. Perfect.

Satisfied enough by now, he strolls back up the aisle, hands in his pockets casually. Just before he leaves, he turns to Clive–

God, this guy’s especially cranky today, isn’t he? Biker sighs somewhat sharply before responding.

“Y'know, I didn’t take you as the generous type,” he says. “But with that kinda attitude, I’m not sure I even want your generosity. I care about more shit than threatening people, you know. As a matter of fact, today I cared enough about not doing that that I decided to get a snack in peace– Of course you’re the one to go and fuck up a good mood.” He glances back inside the store for a moment.

“Just wait here,” he says, ready to burst in there and cause a scene. “Or don’t. I don’t care. Just don’t fuckin’ follow me.”

“Oh, I’m not.” he just felt like being generous— though, it’s not like he’s surprised that it didn’t come off as such. However, it was surprising that it changed their mind; they didn’t seem like someone who’d really… care, whether someone bothers to feign decency or not. Good to know. “Though, you consider theft as ‘in peace’? I’m fairly certain that if someone stole something from you, you’d be anything but peaceful.”

“…” while it was only brief, the hesitance before replying wasn’t a good sign. “Well then,” he said, casually putting a hand in his pocket as he’d leave— heading to the deli.

He storms off into the deli, pacing the aisles, taking mental inventory of what he'll take with him. He turns a corner, coming to face the front of the store once again– just in time to see Clive stroll in.

…Okay, so he’s lost.

Biker zoned out about twenty minutes ago while on a walk and only came back now when a goddamn fairy just flew by him. Blinking, he takes in the scene. It seems like a normal park… if a little girl’s fantasy novel barfed all over it. This… sucks. Is he even in the same city? This place feels like a different world entirely.

What does catch his eye, though (at least slightly more than literally everything else here) is a… person? Standing over by a fountain. Honestly, Biker’s not sure if this guy is even a person, or if he’s just a very large, weird looking fairy. He also hates that he’s becoming accustomed to the idea that he’s just willing to accept fairies now.

“So, uh… this sucks, right?” He says, approaching the stranger. “You come by here often, or are you lost like me?”

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“Oh, hello. A lost soul, are you? Then come relax with us. I’m taking a break, but I came here to practice for the festival tomorrow.”

Grimm shows the violin he’s holding (company property, of course; some day he’ll stop wasting his money), and there’s quite a few forest fairies and pixies gathered around the fountain to listen. Not that he really knows what they are… but whenever he’s in the area, they always come and listen, and the Troupe Master’s not going to say no to an audience.

“I might say many things ‘suck,’ but I’m making the best of it at the moment.”

"A festival, huh... Could be interesting," he mutters. Of course, by interesting, he means 'prone to him causing trouble.' "What's it for?"

Oh god.  It was his roommate.  Was he mad about Bass and Shadow Link practically blowing up their living arrangements?  To be fair, it wasn’t Zelos’s fault, he was just trying to throw a party.

“Heeee–eeeey, bestie, fancy seeing you here!”  The laugh that escaped his mouth was definitely nervous sounding.

“Is that so-? Maybe I’ll take a trip to the mattress store soon!”

“Moron, you’d have to throw ten times as fast as an athlete possibly could to get even close.”