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Info tinkers with his little sculpture. He's been making his own statuette to match Ant's, and, he's actually been doing a great job at it! He's currently applying a top coat to protect the silver paint.
Info turns his head to look at Ant, who's getting over his jetlag by attempting (keyword: attempting) to catch up on some sleep, turned away from everything, facing the backrest.
"Do Yำจะฆ have to do it inside?" Info throws the question back in his face (in his back?)
Ant stays silent for a few seconds, then sits up. "๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โฆ"
"it's gonna be ๐๐ in five hours!"
"It's 5... Gosh..." Ant forces himself to sit properly on the sofa and rubs his face. "I'm late to the set, everyone is probably wondering where I am."
"You're gonna host ไธจๅ ใๅๅใ ไธใๅใไน? ฦฌฮฮฃ ฮะGฮฃใฅฦง and I thought you were gonna skip school today."
"I can't skip a ๐ฏ๐ช๐ท๐ถ๐ช๐ฒ๐ต ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ with ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐." He stands up, walking over to the front door of his apartment. "Can you take care of my suitcase? And tell Noelle to get her laundry going. An
Hearing his friend's voice, Ant comes to. He shakes his head, helped in sitting up, still a little dazed. "Uh.. I..... I don't have teeth."
Info pokes Ant in the face, tapping a crack in his screen frame. "You should get that checked out."
"The teeth?"
"...What?"
Hearing Info of all people be confused about something grounds Ant instantly. "๐ธ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ'๐โฆ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โฆ" He yawns.
"ฦงฦฌฮY ฮำจMฮฃ, then! I'll figure something out for you!" Info gets excited. "I can go ask around to see if anyone's free to replace you!"
Ant thinks about this, but the more he thinks, the more his head hurts. He lays back down on the floor. "Yeah, go ahead. Find ๐๐ข๐ค๐ first."
"He's sick?"
"He's seeing ใฅIฦฌฦฌใฅฮฃ BIะฏDฦง and ฦงฦฌฮะฏฦง because of the door. Japan got him in that state. So, he can't be here."
Battat furrows an eyebrow. That doesn't really explain much, at least not very clearly. It confuses him more than anything actually, but at least he got the important part. "We're gonna have to find a replacement for the fanmail hours."
"Should I ask around?"
"Uhm. No, no, we got this, thanks." Battat turns around, starting to walk away. "Jongler, call Ten, ask him if he's free. Pluey, send a text to everyone who hosts a show here asking if they can be on in 24."
"I fear it's useless to ask Mister Ten, boss."
"What? Why?"
"He's got his own show goin' on, y'know? We can't keep askin' 'im ta replace the big boss."
Battat stops in his tracks, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. "Yeah... Yeah, that's true..."
"๐ถ๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ถ"
"EVERYONE??? What are they doing!?"
"๐ต๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ต๐ถ"
Battat stays silent as he thinks, but his face sours. Then, he gets an idea. He turns around, seeing Info still loitering around in the same spot he left him, trying to get a lazy water cooler to work. Battat waves to get his attention. "Hey, Infomercial!"
The stage is back to its normal TV Time set, though it is only dimly lit. Ant is standing to the left side, barely visible, coated in shadows and backlit by the limited light bouncing from the stage.
A spotlight turns on, shining onto Tim whoโs on the opposite side of the stage. โ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค, ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐.โ He waves at the camera. โ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ฒโ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.โ He looks at Ant, prompting the camera to turn towards him as the spotlights point at him. โ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ญ?โ
โSort of? Iโm also scared cause I get the feeling youโre gonna pull a fast one on me.โ Ant fidgets with his gloves. His getup looks like a costume, and, I guess it is? His chestplate, small pink cape, and boots are an outfit that hasnโt been seen in almost a decade.
Ant glances around the stage, wondering what the boss is going to be, but his gaze is quickly drawn back to Tim, who tosses him his cane, followed by his hat that lands perfectly on Antโs head.ย
โ...Alright.โ Ant decides to play along and brandish the cane like a sword. โIโm ready for.. whatever the boss is.โย
Tim smiles. His form seems to darken by the second, somehow making his previous void of light look like a light gray. His feet break contact with the ground as he slowly rises in the air, now floating a few feet above the stage. He grabs the knot of his tie, loosening it until he can entirely take it off. Extending his arm in front of him, the tie stands straight, before morphing into the shape of a sword.
Antโs expression shifts as he shows an uncomfortable smile, hoping that this is some kind of tasteless joke.
Tim grabs his weapon, and, with a clean slice, cuts reality in half. Both sides of the image fall down, exploding on impact โ impact with what? Your guess is as good as mine โ revealing the oh-so familiar battleground behind them as the boss music kicks in.
Ant feels an uncomfortable pinch in his chest, before the soul jumps out, immediately encased into the soul arena. It is also holding a little cane, how dapper!
โ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก๐๐ญ!โ Tim turns his back to the audience and snaps his fingers. Three items dash past the heart arena, trying to hit the soul, but itโs much faster than them, parrying the attacks it canโt dodge.
Ant takes a deep breath. Focusโฆ Focusโฆ He moves his cane into a parry stance.
Mirroring the attack used on the soul, the three PR team employees surround Ant, before dashing at him, brandishing office supplies. Ant manages to dodge the shadowgal and the pippins, but the zapper nearly lands a blow on him which would have no doubt hit if Ant wasnโt able to counter it with the cane.ย
3โฆ
Tim holds his forehead. Seems whatever the soul is doing is distracting him from the fight. He doesnโt seem too pleased about it, as his smile is entirely gone once he looks back at Ant. The manager lifts his sword, and brings it down with a strength greater than what started the fight. The soul arena is split in half and shards fly in all directions.
Almost skipping the beat, Ant ducks just in time not to be hit by the follow-up slice messing with the fabric of reality. With each new slice, Ant and the soul dodge being the ones split down the middle, but with the interval getting smaller and smallerโฆ Soul is hit by the last attack.ย
Ant feels his body freeze outside of his control, and pain overwhelms him as Tim cuts him in halfโฆ but not really. It only feels like it. Not pleasant either way. He catches a glimpse of the damage numbers, seeing a 1, surprised that an attack this painful could do so poorly, even with a defensive stance. Is Tim holding back?ย
2โฆ
Tim puts his swords behind him, pointing the finger of his other hand at the soul and Ant. A beam of purple light shines from it, and suddenly, what looks like paper contracts shoot out, flying right at the two in the spotlight.
Seeing that the projectiles are paper, Ant feels confident in just swatting them away with his cane, but one of the papers just slices its end clean off, making Ant squeak in surprise. Okay plan B, we keep dodging.ย
The flying papers eventually slow down, then scatter along with the light.
1โฆ
Ant sighs and falls on one knee, out of breath. The adrenaline is slowly wearing off, and heโs feeling exhaustion hit all at once.
Tim lifts his sword, and Ant, despite his state, gets ready to dodge. However, the slice is not directed at him, but at the battleground itself, and apparently at the music too, as it stops playing. Just as it did when they were brought here, the image falls off screen, ending its trajectory with an explosion and revealingโฆ the TV Time stage?
A laugh shakes the stage. Ant looks at Tim, but he isnโt the one thatโs coming from. He does, however, bow, before fading out of view.
Ant and the soul are confused. But not for long.
๐ง๐๐จ๐
The stage is shaken even harder. In place of the PR manager standsโฆ Ant?
โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ Hunched over, Antโs body seems to find the situation hilarious. TV Time kicks in, and while Ant doesnโt register it due toโฆ everything going on at the moment, the rendition seems to be slightlyโฆ different?
The CRTโs grin is wide and filled with a dangerous aura, which makes Ant shiver. Is this what he looks like to others???
โ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐, ๐ป๐๐๐๐!โ The TV chuckles. โ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐! A ๐๐ ด๐ ฒ๐๐ ด๐ ๐ ฑ๐ พ๐๐. Isnโt that so much ๐๐๐?โ The audience cheers at the reveal. The boss notices Antโs dumbfounded expression. โSurprised? Wasnโt it you who said that an old CRT can learn new tricks?โ He laughs. โWell, how do you like this one?โย
Ant gets back on both feet, a whole new dose of adrenaline rushing through his veins. The stage falls apart, and Ant finds himself standing on the cooking minigame set. โ...Again..?โ
โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ and you ๐๐โ! Simple, yes?โ
With no warning, fire blasts from every direction, nearly frying Ant alive. His dodging isnโt very controlled, itโs led by instincts he didnโt even know he had. Fire touches his skin in a few places, which makes it sting, it even chars his cape, but apparently that doesnโt count as a hit.ย
Itโs easy to tell when the attack is about to end, as the amount and size of flames winds down, and Ant allows himself to fall to his knees to catch his breath.ย
The different parts of the set slide away, revealing the stage underneath.
But then, he has a realization. One of his skills is
โAnother go!โ His own mocking voice announces.
โThatโs cheating!โ The words escape his mouth before he can even think about them properly.
The stage makes room forโฆ another stage. The darkners live one specifically. A set of drums falls and lands in front of Ant.
โYes.โ The CRT chuckles. โThatโs the whole point, isnโt it?โ
Antโs hands are shaking from both exhaustion and stress, adrenaline isnโt enoughโฆ There's no way he can play like this.
โ๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐.โ
The soul takes over just in time to not miss the first falling note. It plays every note with rehearsed precision, unimpeded by how tired the body is, since it canโt feel it from where it is.
However, as soon as the notes stop and the stage reverts to the other one, itโs ripped out of Antโs body once more.
Ant looks at the ground. Heโs gaining so little points with each attemptโฆ Somethingโs not right. That fight would take way too long if it was meant to be played fair. Which meansโฆ Heโs not meant to win. Heโs meant to fail for entertainment. This realization is frustratingโฆ no, enraging.ย
Forcing himself up and looks at the laughing CRT towering over him, he finds it in himself to ignore the intimidation factor. After all, he knows the guy, and that guy ainโt shit.
An idea pops into his mind, and he grins, which seems to unnerve the CRT no matter how well he hides it. Ant lifts his cane in a parrying stance, ready to deflect the gunfire.ย
And deflect the gunfire he goes! Once the set is turned into the wild west, Ant masterfully stops every single bullet meant for him, only breaking a sweat when the assault stops. Before everything slides away, he sneaks one of the rubber bullets into his pocket.ย
โWell, dear contestant.โ The CRT leans forwards. โHow does it feel to be part of an ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?โย
The stage darkens, and soon after, a shower of stars comes down on the battlefield. Ant and the soul both do their best to dodge everything, and while not everything is avoided, his health is not yet down to zero. And thatโs all that matters.
As the stars fade, Ant grabs his hat, spins to grab momentum, and sends it flying at the TV way above him. That isโฆ jarringly easily dodged.
The CRT looks at the hat fly past him, turning around to see it hit the wall behind him, then laughs. โWas that supposed to do anythinโ
His voice cuts out and his face turns to static. The reflex of reaching for his head doesnโt even get the time to fully start, and the robot falls back and flat on the ground.
Despite the boss music still playing, the silence both on stage and in the audience is deafening. And then, allowing the tension to be released, the music stops.
The audience roars with applause and spotlights focus on Ant, whoโฆ uhm. Whoโs passed out on the floor due to exhaustion.
Tim steps in front of the camera. โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ?โ
Cameras cut and we get a better view of the last moments of the fight.
As the stars fade, Ant grabs his hat, spins to grab momentum, and sends it flying at the TV way above him. That isโฆ jarringly easily dodged.
The CRT looks at the hat fly past him, turning around to see it hit the wall behind him, then laughs.ย
Ant puts his hand in his pocket, taking the rubber bullet out and throwing it up. The soul takes over control of the body, and with every ounce of energy this vessel has left, the cane hits the rubber bullet, sending it right at the CRT, and more specifically, at his full power off switch.
โWas that supposed to do anythinโ
The image cuts back to Tim, who leans in closer to the camera. โ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ง.โ He steps back, then turns around halfway to look at Ant. โ๐๐ข๐ค๐, ๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฉ. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐ง.โ
A few employees hop on stage, making their way to Ant, while one of them stays near the CRT, messing with its channel dial. Ant is woken up with a bucket of ice water, a very classy solution, and heโs clearly pissed off by that, but doesnโt have any energy left to even yell at the perpetrators.
The pippins turning the dial finally gets it in position, and as the screen of the CRT flickers back to life, its body starts slowly moving along, getting up with some difficulty. When up, it turns its head towards Ant, then leans forwards, as its screen flashes interferences. And then, his face appears.
โ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐!โ He giggles. โYou did such a แงแฅ ๊ซ๊ช๊ชป ๊ น๊ชฎแฅ, I really didnโt expect that trick!โ
Ant is, to say the least, dumbfounded. He begins furrowing his eyebrows, but canโt muster anything past a slightly annoyed expression. โ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐.โ
โOh, ๐๐ท๐ฝ๐, this isnโt your body, I would never do that without your permission. I had this custom made for today!โ
โ.....................................................................๐ธ ๐๐๐.โ He lets out something halfway between a sigh and a chuckle.
We would like to thank all our dear viewers for participating in Mister Ant's birthday event with as much enthusiasm as you did! We sincerely hope that you all had as much fun as we did, and we hope to see you again for future events!
We would also take a second to apologize for the multiple technical difficulties that caused the different parts of the event to be delayed several times, while nearly all of that was beyond our control, we also should have been better prepared. This has been a valuable learning experience, and we will do better next time!
Ant looks into the mirror of the dressing room, taking his tie off. While he no longer feels the exhaustion and pain of exertion of a human body, his mind is feeling quite tired. He decides to pause and sit still for a second, trying to recoup at least a little energy.
๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ!
โCome in.โ
โWhatโs up BIะฏฦฌฮDฮY BำจY?โ Info laughs. โใไธจๅฐบไนแช?โ
โLike hell. What are you doing here?โ
โCanโt I check how my friend is doing?โ Info walks up to the mirror. โThat was one gััฮฑั ัะฝฯฯ! Iโm glad I got the angels to stay silent long enough to not spoil the surprise for myself.โ
โ๐ท๐๐๐ด๐ ๐๐๐. While youโre here, are you free later?โ
โI am, why?โ
โCome over to my place, I have a gingerbread house I want to build and I donโt want to do it on my own.โ
โOh? Canโt you ask ๅ ใไนใฅใฅไน?โ
โItโs a surprise for her, so no, not really.โ
โThen consider me already there!โ
โThanks.โ
โOh, last thing.โ Info reaches into his jacket, rummaging around, and eventually pulling out a birthday card. โThis isnโt for you!โ
โYouโre gonna give it to ๅไธจ็ช when he appears to congratulate you about the show.โ
โCanโt you give it to him directly?โ
Info puts his free hand on Antโs shoulder as he hands him the card. โAnt, Iโm ฯฮนฮทgะผฮฑฮทฮทฮนฮทg for you.โ He almost immediately steps back, perfectly dodging Antโs attempt at grabbing him by the shirt, before blipping out of existence.
Ant looks at the card in his hand, and crushes it as he tightens his grip on it in anger.
๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ป๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ!
The CRT looks up at the door as he lowers the hand holding the card. โWho is it?โ He already knows.
The door opens slightly, and Ten peeks into the room with a big goofy smile. Seems heโs back in his own body. โ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ!โ
โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐.โ
โOh, come on, I just got here!โ Ten slides into the room. โHow are you feeling?โ
โYou know, I was ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ with the strategy you used back there!โ He hands Ant a bouquet.
Antโs gaze lands on the flower bouquet. Cherry blossom.
โI didnโt even notice you pocketing that rubber bullet, I only saw it later when watching back the footage. Though, I didnโt expect ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ from you! When youโre putting people through this kind of ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐, youโve got to have the skills to ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ them in a similar situation, right?โ
Ant glances in his direction, then looks back at his own reflection in the mirror.
Ten leans forwards, getting closer to Ant to make sure his whispering is heard. โ๐ด ๐๐๐๐๐ด ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐~โ
โ๐ป๐๐๐๐.โ
Ten steps back, his smile widening. โ๐๐ด๐ช๐!โ
The unwanted guest turns around to leave, but Ant remembers something. โ...Hold on.โ
โHm?โ
Ant extends his fist, still crushing the birthday card, towards Ten. โThis is yours.โ
โOhh! Aโฆโ He takes a good look at the crumpled paper in Antโs hand. โ...birthday card(???)!โ
โYeah.โ
โFrom you?โ He grabs it, and after a few tugs, Ant lets go, letting Ten see the card in all its destroyed glory.
โ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ! See you around!โ As he goes to leave, Ten tries to save the poor birthday card enough to read it.ย
Ant looks at the mirror again. Back on stage, Ten mentioned having that fake body custom built for today. He also was in the audience during the whole showโฆ What's that guyโs deal? Doesnโt he have his own birthday to worry about? Why is he wasting so much time taking part in Antโs birthday activities? Not to mention that he sent a birthday card too, no matter how well staff tried to cover it up with other ones.ย
Whatever. Validation is validation. It doesnโt matter if this specific one feels warm or fuzzy...
Truth: if you were haunted by a ghost, who do you want it to be?
Dare: shoot in a diagonal before shooting the cowboys that are left.
"A ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฅ?" Ant takes his time thinking about it.
[ The dice rolls... ]
[ Oh, how impressive. ]
"Probably... Ramb." He nods to himself. "He would be the least annoying."
As he goes, Susie seems to have an idea. She grabs one of her bullets, then... throws it! It comes flying at Ant, though he whips around, shooting the bullet and not only deflecting it this way, but sending it right back at Susie.
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What a handsome little cowboy, you~! Why don'tcha pose for us, sir? Show off your props~? ;)
"This feels... ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐. ๐ณ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ'๐ ๐บ. Just because of that I'm not posing."
[ The dice rolls... ]
[ Spite fueled 20. ]
Without even looking, Ant aims behind himself and fires, hitting Kris in the face so hard that they fall back.
Cass displays a massive grin, which only grows when the camera focuses on her. "Hi, hi, hi! Truth or dare! Do you think you'll have any more kids in the future? If you don't want to answer, I dare you to guess if you'll have any more kids in the future."
"What girl? We've NEVER met before!" She laughs and dramatically points at Ant, leaning forwards. "Do the Truth or Dare!"
"Both your options are ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ."
"Well, what of it? It hasn't been rejected, so get on it, old man!"
Ant looks at Tim with a dejected expression. He doesn't offer any comfort, so after a sigh, the contestant decides to answer. "I don't think I'll have any more kids in the future. I don't want any more than ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต๐ฎ, that way I can focus all my ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on her."
