#gattainmuses

Send 🎤 to catch my muse singing while they think nobody’s around!        

“Sing once again with me our strange duet…My power over you grows stronger yet.And though you turn from me to glance behind…The phantom of the opera is here…inside your mind.”

Training rooms were supposed to be for training, specifically.

But there was no-one else around, and Issimo hadn’t seen the harm in goofing off just a little…what harm could it do, right?

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear…I am the mask you wear,” Issimo spun on one heel to face the opposite direction, adjusting his body language just as quickly to be more dramatic and menacing for the next line. It wasn’t easy to sing a duet with yourself, but he was giving it a good go. “It’s me they hear!

“My spirit and your voice, in one combi-….iii….hi.” The Reploid spun around, and froze, arms still outstretched. His voice choked, and dwindled down into an embarrassed cough; the blue eyes watching him from the doorway hadn’t been there the last time he’d looked.

Gospel thought he was being ‘stealthy’, hiding behind a potted plant, and peering out through the synthetic leaves at the stranger. He had heard about them, but had never met them, himself. They shared the same ‘parent’ as Issimo, right? That’s what he’d overheard Miss Reploid say once.

That must mean they were a friend!!

But...how could he approach them without scaring them off?

Gospel wasn’t stupid. He knew he was big and heavy and had a lot of sharp points. That made lots of people wary of him, even when all he did was wag his tail. He didn’t want to scare off these new friends, so he’d have to be very, VERY careful.

Slowly, Gospel crept out from behind his leafy hideout, and started sneaking his way across the floor to the person sitting alone at the cafeteria table.