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๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐, our stars and audience are very dear to us! We will not tolerate discrimination against any of them.
๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ญ๐! This is not an After Dark show, after all. Compliments (to Ant especially) are welcome, but anything too scandalous will get us a call from our Censors, which we are trying to avoid!
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Mister Ant's direct orders.
๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐! We have a firm grasp on EVERYONE's identities and whereabouts at all times. We can tell you are not them.
Reaching through the multiverse to watch us? WE ARE SO FLATTERED! Please, ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ from other versions of you that may have interacted with us.
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It's almost the end of the year! And what a year it was! To celebrate this... ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐, obviously!
You are invited, not only to attend, but to help Mister Ant find suitable clothes for both the party in his studio, and the one Mister Ten invited him to!
โ Create an outfit for Mister Ant based on the one Mister Ten will be wearing!
โ The submission phase ends on the ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ, after which we will post a week long poll to let our viewers pick their favorite one.
โ Submit your designs by sending them to our blog's inbox! You're allowed to design and submit up to two different outfits.
โ There will be ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฌ, one picked by the audience, and one picked by the PR Team. If the PR Team happens to pick an outfit that wins the viewer poll or was created by the person who won the viewer poll, they will go with their second favorite to allow for multiple winners.
โ Winners will get a full body rendered drawing of up to two characters of their choosing from our wonderful sponsor, @emperoryumemomo.
โ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ:
โ No jewelry
โ No skin showing
โ Socks and gloves have to stay on (Changing their color is fine)
โ No skirts, dresses or high heels
โ๐ฆโโ๐ณโโ๐พโ โ๐ชโโ๐ณโโ๐นโโ๐ทโโ๐พโ โ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ธโโ๐ทโโ๐ชโโ๐ฌโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโโ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ฌโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ดโโ๐ธโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฌโโ๐บโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฉโโ๐ชโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ชโโ๐ธโ โ๐ผโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโ โ๐งโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฆโโ๐บโโ๐นโโ๐ดโโ๐ฒโโ๐ฆโโ๐นโโ๐ฎโโ๐จโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโโ๐พโ โ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ธโโ๐ถโโ๐บโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ซโโ๐ฎโโ๐ชโโ๐ฉโ.
[ To clarify... ]
[ While you are designing the outfit based on The King of Happy's, ]
[ In truth, and in canon, The King is basing his outfit on what The Lord of The Screens is wearing. ]
[ Since we are on hiatus... ]
[ We will not be ending this on the 24th. ]
[ But, look at the upside. ]
[ That means you have time until we come back and announce the new end date. :) ]
[ Hmmm... ]
[ A lot of garbage signal on the airwaves lately. ]
[ How Annoying. ]
[ Well, we can't do anything about this, unfortunately. ]
[ Consider this the start of a... ]
[ Hiatus. ]
[ Goodbye, dear viewers. ]
[ We'll see you again another time. ]
[ And when we do, ]
[ we'll pick right back up where we left off. ]
[ Won't that be fun? :) ]
"An-" He hesitates... "..Mister? Ant?" He doesn't seem too sure about how to address his buddy while on TV. "Well, he's my Bฮฃฦงฦฌ FะฏIฮฃะD! In the world! And in the other ones too!" He seems excited. "He found me in a trashcan one day and that's how we became friends! He seems ไธๅๅๅฐบใ at first, but he's very nice once you get to know him!"
"And, MIฦงฦฌฮฃะฏ ฦฌฮฃะ...?" He thinks. "He's friend shaped, so, we are friends, I think? Very nice, very pettable, very dog, but also very ๅะฏฮฃฮฃPY. ฮ๐ปะฉฮYฦง happy, ฮ๐ปะฉฮYฦง, ฮ๐ปะฉฮYฦง, so ฮ๐ปะฉฮYฦง that it's... it's not normal to be so happy, is it? But Ten likes Ant and Ant likes Ten so... if Ant is happy I'm happy!" After thinking out loud he nods to himself with a smile. "I like Mister Ten!
Since you used to teach, what subject you typically teach in class?
"ำจฮ!" He brightens up. "ๅใฅใฅ ไธใฉไนJไนๅใไธ and Mำจะฏฮฃ! I particularly liked ไธๅไธจไนๅ ๅไน and ฮฃะGใฅIฦงฮ, There were always a lot of cool shows explaining complicated concept in very easy to understand ways!"
He presents a VHS to the camera. "This one is a show called ฦงๅIฮฃะๅฮฃ ะฏะฆใฅฮฃฦง, It's a play on words! Because it's about the ะฏะฆใฅฮฃฦง of ฦงๅIฮฃะๅฮฃ!" He starts giggling before his sentence even ends. He shakes his hand slightly, and three VHSes slide out of under the one he was already holding. "Here's English, French and..." He leans forwards to take a better look at the third one. "Spanish...? I didn't know I had that..."
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Hi, Mister Info! I spy your figure by Ant. How did you make it?
"Oh, I just got done making this!" He giggles. "Just some ๅใฅฮY and ฦงIใฅVฮฃะฏ PฮIะฦฌ! Really easy crafts, everything is ไนๅไธไธจใฅใ ะฉฮฦงฮฮฃD ำจFF and ะำจะ ฦฌำจXIๅ if ingested!" He giggles again before breaking out into a giggle. He seems really happy with those facts!
"I have some more in my-" He puts his hand in his jacket, but then realizes that he's not wearing his usual clothes. "Uh..." He takes his hand out. "Maybe I can see you after the show and sell you some... for a แถใใแช ๅฉๅฐบไธจๅไน!"
Fancy seeing you show up here, but it's neat seeing different faces here. How are you feeling about hosting this segment in place of Ant? /v\
Info waves with both hands. "ๅไธจ ใๅไนๅฐบไน!" He puts both hands together on the desk. "It feels..." Seems he needs a little while to think of an answer, leaving an uncomfortably long blank. "I haven't been in front of a crowd for ำจVฮฃะฏ ฮ DฮฃๅฮDฮฃ. And even when I was, It was just 20 KIDฦง ฮฦฌ Mำจฦงฦฌ... I..." He suddenly seems nervous again, looking left and right for support. "I'll be fine. I think?"
As the stage lights turn on, the audience cheers. A cheer that quickly becomes hesitant, confused even, but it picks up in excitement as instructed by the teleprompter.
Info sits in the seat usually reserved for Ant. He seems awkward, fidgeting with his jacket sleeve, looking down at it, entirely distracted. Seems he hears something from off stage, cause after glancing to his right, he turns his head to look for the camera.
Eventually he finds it, and gives it his best smile.
"Hi everyone, welcome to..." He hesitates. "MIฦงฦฌฮฃะฏ IะFำจ'ฦง ฦฌV ฦฌIMฮฃ!" He laughs. "I almost said ๅใฅฮฦงฦง!" The audience laughs. "Old habits!" Seems he's already a little more relaxed. "Well, I'm sure everyone here was expecting Ant, but he's skipping the program today due to... things. But ไธจ'็ช here instead!"
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!"
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[ Ah, what a wonderful birthday event. :) ]
[ Don't you agree? ]
[ Well... I believe it's fair for Mister Ant to take a week off. ]
[ I heard he wanted to go to Japan. ]
[ He deserves it. ]
[ As for me... ]
[ I could be convinced to answer a few questions here or there during that break. ]
[ But, I am of an elusive and... slightly lazy nature. ]
[ I tend to do things at my leisure... ]
[ So not everything may be answered. :) ]
It's almost the end of the year! And what a year it was! To celebrate this... ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ฝ๐, obviously!
You are invited, not only to attend, but to help Mister Ant find suitable clothes for both the party in his studio, and the one Mister Ten invited him to!
โ Create an outfit for Mister Ant based on the one Mister Ten will be wearing!
โ The submission phase ends on the ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ, after which we will post a week long poll to let our viewers pick their favorite one.
โ Submit your designs by sending them to our blog's inbox! You're allowed to design and submit up to two different outfits.
โ There will be ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฌ, one picked by the audience, and one picked by the PR Team. If the PR Team happens to pick an outfit that wins the viewer poll or was created by the person who won the viewer poll, they will go with their second favorite to allow for multiple winners.
โ Winners will get a full body rendered drawing of up to two characters of their choosing from our wonderful sponsor, @emperoryumemomo.
โ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ:
โ No jewelry
โ No skin showing
โ Socks and gloves have to stay on (Changing their color is fine)
โ No skirts, dresses or high heels
โ๐ฆโโ๐ณโโ๐พโ โ๐ชโโ๐ณโโ๐นโโ๐ทโโ๐พโ โ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ธโโ๐ทโโ๐ชโโ๐ฌโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโโ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ฌโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ดโโ๐ธโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฌโโ๐บโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฉโโ๐ชโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ชโโ๐ธโ โ๐ผโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโ โ๐งโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฆโโ๐บโโ๐นโโ๐ดโโ๐ฒโโ๐ฆโโ๐นโโ๐ฎโโ๐จโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโโ๐พโ โ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ธโโ๐ถโโ๐บโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ซโโ๐ฎโโ๐ชโโ๐ฉโ.
[ To clarify... ]
[ While you are designing the outfit based on The King of Happy's, ]
[ In truth, and in canon, The King is basing his outfit on what The Lord of The Screens is wearing. ]
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...
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Hearing this, everyone knows what this means, and everyone locks in.
[ The last dice roll... ]
[ Oh? ]
[ What a way to wrap this up. ]
Kris lifts their gun, shooting at Ant, who jumps back to dodge each attempt. As the Darkner is backed up against the edge of the stage, he jumps to the side to not fall off, then dashes forwards, raising his hand to open fire.
The warriors are, however, fast enough to close the windows and switch positions, and as Ant stays focused to immediately fire where they reappear, he fails to notice one of the windows open, though only slightly.
Luckily, the shot misses. Ant takes aim at the window, but misses too. He furrows his eyebrows, and then he's surprised to hear a loud thud coming from the wagon, then Ralsei saying "I'm fine!"
Ant pinpoints where the voice comes from. Aims, and shoots.
The window opens, and the rubber bullets hit Ralsei square in the face.... poor girl.
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.