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livingdeadhorse · 24 hours
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idk what this is. i like robots. i’ll clean these up later. i think.
anyways while drawing these I started thinking abt like. idk does this count as an AU.
General shit:
I didn't make it clear, but the robots that have pupils were built without a hardcoded purpose. They've always been free to explore what they want to do. The robots with fully colored "scleras" were created with a purpose from the jump, so their creators didn't feel the need to make them appear more "human".
The more expensive a robot's parts are, the less clunky it is.
Right now, I'm going with "their human family built them" but that's liable to change.
The designs are also liable to change because uh. duh.
Celestia Ludenberg:
Viewed the robots with an imbued purpose as interesting and superior (something something humanity's advancement). She wants to be praised like that, so she emulates them
Her cat loves how much heat she radiates so it's always near her.
Most of her upgrades are cosmetic but if they aren't, they're stupid. She won't upgrade her CPU or her motherboard, but she'll load up with three 4090s that her other components can't even keep up with. Yes, she does it to flex.
She'll distract from bootleg, refurbished, or shoddily painted parts by turning on her RGB. It gets annoying.
She knows that she's fairly unsettling and she revels in it.
All things considered, her cable management is pretty good.
Her gambling skill is still just luck here, but she tells everyone it's because she has a never-seen-before GPU(& CPU) that does calculations at insane speeds.
Most don't believe her but have no way to disprove her lie.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
I can't decide if he was built by his father or his grandfather.
Either way, he was built before Toranosuke's downfall, so his internals were all pretty expensive for the time. Luckily for him, that means he was slightly future-proof and has a viable upgrade path.
Unluckily for him, this means he's stuck with really old parts and his 8gb of RAM can barely keep up in a 32gb world sadge
His chassis is built from secondhand or scrap parts. It's why his joints are so ancient in comparison to the rest of him and why he has so much cabling that he can't seem to manage.
Shit chassis = shit airflow = he is always overheating
BUDDY IS YOUR CPU BURNING HOW IS THERE SMOKE
Older tech = LOUD AF. The class bought him new fans to avoid the loud ass whirring. It's not quiet but he used to sound like a jet engine.
He runs on Debian. It was originally going to be Arch since it's lightweight but Debian's whole "old but stable" reputation fits him more. I don't see him properly dealing with bleeding edge software anyways.
His room is filled with past HDDs that no longer have storage. He deems all educational material important so he refuses to delete any lessons. He doesn't have the money for SSDs.
Mukuro Ikusaba:
Is usually in reconnaissance mode, meaning she has a shit ton of hidden cameras in her chassis
This used to benefit Fenrir. Now it benefits Junko.
She can have her parts shifted around with no issue to make room for a better arsenal.
She’s durable in her reconnaissance mode but she’s nigh on untouchable in her combat mode. Her chassis gets 10x bulkier and she can split her attention to several different tasks on the battlefield.
Fenrir Mercenary Group doubles as a weapons company. Mukuro is the only model of her kind though.
They tried to give her reconnaissance model the look of a “normal girl” so she could gather info more efficiently. They failed real bad. They also didn’t account for the fact that Mukuro isn’t good at socializing.
She allocates a CPU core to a process dedicated to Junko. 24/7 365
She believes herself to be less capable of emotion than she actually is. She can’t seem to find the system process that triggers such painful emotions.
Chihiro Fujisaki
Each “fold” in her skirt doubles as a screen. Think of the skirt as having two layers: the top shell and the under shell. The top shell is what doubles as a screen.
Optimized her hardware to work on code as fast as possible (fingers, skirt, etc).
She tends to test out new software on herself regardless of their compatibility with her pre-existing shit. She constantly has to reinstall her OS, but it’s all fun for her.
Speaking of her OS, I was going to make her run on Gentoo but IDK cause of the compile times. It’d be faster if she used distcc but I can’t see her screwing over her classmates like that lol.
So I’m between Nix and Arch.
Insecure about the fact that she overhauled her original model so extensively. Got made fun of for being a ‘defective’ robot. Her father supports her modifications but she still feels bad about having ‘failed’ somehow.
Cue identity issues
She helps out her classmates when it comes to repairs.
Tendency to stay up programming leads to high uptimes. If her friends notice her lagging or crashing, they’ll try to get her to shut down. (In a computer sense lol, not an emotional shut down)
Do y’all remember the xz utils backdoor? Yeah that’s how extensively she combs through code.
Sayaka Maizono
I can’t decide if she was built to be an idol or was originally some other type of robot.
Loves to make kids smile, so she has a sort of candy mechanism in her arm.
Everything about her glows or spins. You will never get bored looking at her.
Her skirt isn’t actually see through I just didn’t feel like erasing the hip joints lmao.
If corpos give her manager enough money, she has to perform with literal ads on her.
State-of-the art facial recognition software. It makes her fans feel special to have their names remembered.
She has a regular sleep cycle due to how load-intensive her everyday life is. Has to shut down for a couple hours every week at least.
Her psychic ability is just her running a million calculations based on people’s behavior and sensing which one is most plausible. This feature is in place to avoid PR disasters during interviews or public appearances.
There really aren’t enough worker’s rights regulations in place for robots.
The company gets alerts whenever she freaks tf out, so she feels even more stifled and repressed. Chihiro helped remove this.
Kyoko Kirigiri
Can’t decide if she was built by her father or grandfather. Probably just built by Jin and he “left” her in Fuhito’s care.
Fuhito made her go through several modifications, hardcoding his own investigative skills into her system.
Her grandfather loves her but has fucked up ideas about her own autonomy.
The events of DR:K still happen. She chose not to replace her hands.
Fuhito doesn’t make much use of a backdoor in her system anymore. He used it a lot more when she was a child but he sees her as a viable heir of the Kirigiri clan now. Chihiro isolated the backdoor to a separate SSD anyhow.
Still complicated father-daughter issues
Everything about her (but her OS) is proprietary, probably commissioned from Towa Industries. Her OS is a fork of Mint. The Windows 7 UI is just because I imagine her grandfather is One of Those lmao.
Has way too many scanners and sensors. She can’t test any evidence herself but she can gather a fair bit of information. Has a vast database for cross-comparison anyways.
Same issues as Togami and Mukuro: sees herself as less capable of emotion than she actually is.
The ramen noodle incident called for actual repairs.
Byakuya Togami
His superiority complex is far worse because he was literally CREATED to be the perfect Togami. You can’t tell him shiiiiiiit.
Gold joints. Scoffs at those with unoptimized cable management or software.
He’s constantly streamlining his own processes. Brings up that he runs on his own OS when Nobody Asked.
Had a similar backdoor to Kyoko’s but Koji did check that one. Obsessively. Nobody would tell Byakuya but He Just Knew. The lack of privacy irritated him. Aloysius helped fix it once Togami finally took over.
Only trusts Aloysius with his repairs. Has a hard time admitting when he needs repairs in the first place so Aloysius hides it under “monthly maintenance”.
Does everything from the terminal even when he 1) shouldn’t and 2) can’t. Bragging rights. He has written a bunch of his own scripts though to speed things up.
Kernel and OS provided to him by Koji. (UNIX-based. Proprietary) Byakuya maintains and builds his own updates. Doesn’t trust cheapskate peasants to do it for him.
Anti-FOSS. For him at least.
Has glasses for the aesthetics. Doesn’t need them.
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dixons-sunshine · 2 days
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Drunken Love—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
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Summary: A few coworkers from your job as a teacher invited you out to a bar to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. You brought Daryl along with you, and it also happened to be the first night you saw your husband drunk—and it was a hilariously sweet to experience for you.
Genre: Fluff.
Era: Pre Apocalypse.
Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU, but can be read as a standalone.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, intoxication.
Word count: 1.2k.
A/n: I don't really like this, but I wanted to get this done. I have another young!Daryl fic in the works that will be much better than this (hopefully). This was just a filler to make up for my lack of actual writing.
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“To the beginning of our few months of freedom.”
“I'll salute to that, Chloe.”
“Hear, hear!”
You laughed and brought your beer bottle up to clink with those of your coworkers, before taking a swig from the bitter yet delicious liquid. Your coworkers and friends—Derek, Chloe and Aubrey—invited you out for a rare get-together to just unwind and relax. The evening summer air calmly blew into the bar whilst some song played on the jukebox. Earlier that evening, your husband had disappeared to play a round of darts with your friends' partners—a singular round that turned into more than just one—and he was surprisingly having fun, and so were you.
“Mhm,” Derek hummed in approval as the taste of the drink flowed down his throat. He placed the glass bottle down on the table before leaning back in his chair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “This is the life. No worries, no having to get up early tomorrow morning, nothing. We're free.”
You laughed and shook your head. “You're saying it as if your job is a death sentence.” You took another sip from your beer. “Do you hate working with the little kiddos, Derek?”
“Not at all. I love working with those kids.” Derek leaned forward, as if sharing a secret with all of you. “It's their parents I have beef with. One cheek kiss from Matt and bam, I'm trying to corrupt their kids.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance, grabbed the bottle again and took another swig from it. “I'm happy to be free of those judgemental, two-faced bitches for the summer. Matt and I can enjoy our lives for a while.”
“For what it's worth, at least you'll always have us to back you up.” Aubrey pointed the bottle in Derek's direction in a half salute. “Consider us your wing women. As long as you have us, those bitches won't stand a chance.”
“I'll drink to that,” you voiced. Another toast happened, filled with laughter and friendly chatter. “So, do you guys think—”
“Y/N!”
At the sound of your name being called, you turned around in your chair and saw your friends' partners approach the table you were sitting at, your husband being helped by Julian, Chloe's fiance. You raised your eyebrow questioningly at Matt, who had called your name. “Yeah?”
At the sound of your voice, Daryl perked up and stumbled out from under Julian's helping arm, sluggishly walking over to you. “Peach, hey.” He leaned down to hug you, almost tripping over his own feet. “Missed ya so much.” He hiccupped once, his arms never leaving their place around your body.
You shot an unamused look at Matt, Julian and Pierce, but you were met with amused laughs and equally drunken stumbling. You shook your head and sighed, downing the last of your beer and standing up. You wrapped and arm around your husband to steady him.
“What the hell did you guys do to him?” you inquired questioningly.
Matt shrugged and made his way over to Derek, leaning down and wrapping his arms around his shoulders from behind. “A game of truth or drink happened. Not our fault your husband chooses to be so secretive.”
“Ain't my fault y'all ask such damn invasive questions,” Daryl hiccupped defensively.
You chuckled and shook your head again. You turned towards your friends again, about to reach into your bag to grab some money to pay for your drinks, but Derek waved you off. “It's okay, I've got it. Just get him to bed.” He stopped and looked up at Matt, shaking his head with a small laugh. “I have to do the same as well.”
You laughed and nodded. “Thank you. See you all next time?” Everyone sent you their own greetings, and with that, you walked out of the bar towards Daryl's truck. On the way to the vehicle, your husband almost tripped over his own feet, eliciting a loud, amused laugh from you. It was rare for you to see Daryl even a slight bit drunk in your presence, so seeing him in this state was a bit amusing. As long as he didn't hurt himself or others in this intoxicated state, you wouldn't be mad at him. He deserved to let go every once in a while.
The drive back to the apartment was spent in relative silence, save for Daryl's hiccups. However, the same couldn't be said for the trek up the stairs to your apartment. Daryl kept stumbling and swearing every time he almost fell, and you couldn't stop giggling at him. When you finally reached your apartment, you gently pushed Daryl to your bedroom and tried to help him out of his vest, but he protested and pushed your hands away.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“Dun' call me tha', and keep yer hands to yerself,” Daryl grumbled, slowly starting to unbutton his vest himself. “I have a girl already. M'sure yer nice and all, but I ain't interested.”
You laughed lightly in realization and shook your head fondly. “Well, at least I know you're loyal, but I never doubted that to begin with.” You walked forward again and gently cupped Daryl's cheek, his foggy blue eyes meeting your eyes. “Babe, it's me.”
Realization dawned on Daryl, and he gave you a lopsided smile. “Hey.” He turned his head and kissed your wrist, his kisses trailing all the way up your arm until he reached your collarbone, and then your neck. “So damn gorgeous. M'the luckiest bastard on the planet.”
You giggled and gently pushed Daryl away before he could kiss you. “Slow down, cowboy. There won't be any of that stuff tonight.”
Daryl slowly nodded as he allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed, barely noticing you prying his boots off of his feet. “Righ'. M'sorry, Sunshine. Didn't mean to make ya uncomfortable.”
You smiled at him and shook your head, sitting down next to him on the bed. You gently treaded your fingers through his hair, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “You didn't make me uncomfortable,” you began softly. “It's just not the best idea to do that right now. You're drunk and I don't intend on taking advantage of you like that.”
“Ya wouldn't,” Daryl denied, closing hi eyes under your gentle touch. “I wanna make ya feel good.”
“Not tonight, okay?” you gently urged him, continuing your gentle caress through his hair. “You need to sleep. You're gonna need it. You're gonna be so hungover tomorrow.” When you didn't get a response from your husband, you frowned and looked down at him. “Dar?” A light snore came as a response, eliciting a fond chuckle from you. “Goodnight, love.” You sighed as you stood up, shaking your head with another chuckle. “You're really gonna hate yourself for getting drunk when you wake up.”
That was the understatement of the century. Luckily, Daryl had you, his considerate, beautiful wife who loved him beyond belief, to help him get over his hangover. And if the price of having you take care of him was some light teasing about his drunken state, so be it.
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blacktabbygames · 1 day
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Hi, I admit I dont really know what the process for this looks like, but would you ever consider adding Slay the Princess to the Playstation Plus subscription service, or to Xbox GamePass? Even temporary, with a time limit?
This might be something we do towards the very end of Slay the Princess' life cycle, but subscription services are a pretty hard sell for us in general. I don't think they're sustainable for the games industry as a whole, and they're a contributor to some of the race-to-the-bottom mentality. (Absolutely zero judgment for folks who use these services, btw. *I* use these services, but then I also know that I never actually buy a game after getting it on Game Pass or PS+; this is really just about the corporate side of things)
A big news item in the industry over the past month was the closure of Tango Gameworks, the Microsoft-owned studio that made Hi-Fi Rush last year, a wonderful game that got a bunch of awards and scored an 87 on Metacritic.
There's been a lot of speculation around this closure, and to add to that speculation, I believe that at the end of the day, Hi Fi Rush lost a lot of money, at least on paper.
It was shadow-dropped as a day 1 gamepass exclusive, which meant that there was no marketing done in advance, and sales were immediately cannibalized. (Side note— Hi-Fi Rush is maybe the only game I've picked up on Game Pass that I turned around and bought a Steam copy of, mostly because I wanted to play it on my Steam Deck.)
Since Tango was owned by MS, this was almost certainly a deliberate choice to make Game Pass seem more appealing, and even then, the studio behind a *hit* game was closed for financial reasons. So we're not sure that's a part of the industry we want to dance with.
I know this probably seems at odds with our stance on piracy, but at the end of the day, I think they're different beasts, and it's the scale, perceived legitimacy, and corporatization of subscription services that gives me a lot of pause, especially with Game Pass, which tends to double-release for PC and console. And on the flipside, I legitimately don't think piracy hurts developers.
So again, I think if we were to do something like this, it would be towards the end of the game's life, or it would be something tied more to an isolated ecosystem (i.e. if we do mobile, something like Apple Arcade, since people don't really *buy* mobile games, and the overlap with console + PC is very small.)
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r0-boat · 3 days
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I had a thought
How would the kings or nobles (preferably Belial & Jjyu, Eligos, Gamigan, Leraye, and Ppyong) react to an MC who is absolutely CRACKED at claw/crane machines?
Like, just wins every single prize and empties the machines
(Is Ppyong considered a noble? Idk I like that red lumpy looking potato tho)
🦩 anon
Oh absolutely I would consider Ppyong as a noble though I don't know if you want the human version or the lumpy potato So I'm just going to do the lumpy potato and it can be a platonic thing
I will do the nobles you have listed there! Because I feel like the kings and the nobles would be a little too much!!
Anyways without further ado
Whb various react to crane claw master mc
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Crane claw machines work differently in hell than in the human world. But even with the less scummy practices of these claw machines It was still relatively difficult to get a prize.
Ppyong
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But not to you, who was so used to the limp and rigged claws of the machines back home. The Crane claw machines in hell were practically a cakewalk. The red lump devil stared at you with wide, gleaming eyes as you bagged every toy you wanted with ease. He almost wasn't sure you were human; you were some kind of superhero! He tried to tell everyone about your super human skills, so he did...
Your skills came in great handy one day when he got himself stuck in a crane claw machine. You didn't have to crane claw him out Satan could have just destroyed the entire box...
Belial is okay at the crane claw machine, but he's not that good. He first found your secret skill when the two of you were out and about on one of your special dates when it was just you and him. He signed or wrote that he wanted to win you something. After winning you a plushie of a horned cat, He got a glimpse of your skill when you used one plushie to knock another down, getting two and one.
Belial
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His lips parted for a second, trying the process because he knew crane claw machines were hard and even harder on Earth. It was not just an accident. Your moves were calculated.
He beamed when you told him that one was for him and the other was for Jjyu, who sadly couldn't make it because of his anger management class. His eyes lit up when he saw a Candy Crane claw machine. The two of you won every piece of candy from that machine before walking home with your goodies.
Crane claw machines are almost unheard of in Tartaros because the thought of losing money with no gain was nearly appalling. So when Eligos was walking through the streets of Gehhenna with you on the way to Tartaros and Saw that machine, He looked confused; it was a machine he had never seen before. And when you told him what it was and what it did, he was even more confused. Why would anyone want to risk their money for a possibility they won't get anything in return?
Eligos
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Even though the fabric of the plushies was cheap, and these plushies in particular were cheaply made, You saw him eyeing a pink bunny. Why not? You put in some of the money that man would sometimes gift you and play. You smiled as you fumbled a bit, pretending not to pick up the watched in all punching his teeth every time you failed, before finally, you picked it up, which he excitedly gasped an excited 'yes!' slipping out of his mouth.
Holding the bunny in his arms Eligos now understands the appeal of these machines.
Gamigin SUCKS at crane claw machines! And there's not a lot of them around in Paradise Lost to test his skills since as the ruler of Paradise Lost, Lucifer thinks they're unnecessary and a waste of money and time. "If you want something that bad, you could just buy it at the store."His adoptive Big brother would say. The Young Dragon thinks that Lucifer doesn't get the thrill of winning a prize that you want so much!
Gamigin
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You were on a whole another level. As you easily and quickly one three toys in one claw. He was speechless, Even though you moved so quickly each move you made seemed calculated. And you looked so serious too staring into the glass, calm and focused. Oh please teach him, oh great claw master! Teach him your secrets!
Extremely good at Crane claw machines. He has a good eye and is a lot smarter than what he lets on. So when he's bored he usually goes to an old arcade with games from either Earth or old games in hell when he's bored.
Leraye
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He likes your skills and he wants to challenge you to a crane claw battle. Whoever wins the most stuff wins! The winner has to do whatever the person says for a day. And of course you win crane claw machines on Earth were much harder than green car machines in hell and he stood no chance. He is now other than your friend and lover your crane claw rival He shall get better and beat you one day and then shower you with the gifts he had one.
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silkoodles · 2 days
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Please tell us more about ur transfem bradley headcanons 😭🙏
I tried to keep these transfem-bradley focused but I just devolved into giving you the plot to the maxley fic in my head involving her. maybe if I just tell you about the fic in my head i won't have to write it lol. long list ahoy
a lot of the pre-transition bradley characterization headcanons i have come from that one fic by @maxstgel that inspired the first sketches. so a lot of these are inspired by that and you could even consider this a fan fic of what happens after that (once it finishes i mean, it's all up in the air since its just 2 chapters rn)
She has not chilled in the least since being taken down a peg, she is still pretty narcissistic, but less pressured to be perfect
She started dressing hyper feminine at first but later got a more balanced wardrobe
likes golf, has taken up mini golf since she can't go to a real golf course easily anymore
She has taken up gardening as a hobby
She finished college as Bradley and transitioned after, once she was more able to cut ties from her family
She works as a retail pharmacist and part time as the jammer in a roller derby team with her friends.
She decided to not pursue residency after graduating because she wanted to get away from her dad more than anything, and residency would have probably taken another 4 years on top of the 8 she spent at college.
She met her current friends trying out for the roller derby team to stay in shape and keep skating. i have come up with designs for all 4 of these girls and i need help
She has a biological little sister who's an adult by now, out of the two, Janice looks more like their mother now. And that kind of freaks her out
Her name's now Janice, after her late grandmother. It's old fashioned but she had a good relationship with her before she passed. I also chose that name cause of the "Sure, Jan." meme, i thought it was funny.
Later her grandfather (Uppercrust the first) finds her, not knowing why his son would cut ties.
He sends Tank to find her, because as far as he knows, Tank was the last person/friend with Bradly iii. Which technically was true, but Tank needed money and didn't have the heart to tell og B.Uppercrust that he hadn't talked to Bradley since graduation.
Queue the most harrowing college reunion for Janice ever because she thinks he's still mad. Tank is more shocked than anything. I actually wanna write this scene
Grandpa's surprisingly cool with Janice (the name and new person) he just wants her to come back to the family because it'd be a waste of a good education and resources.
Max Goof just happens to spot her out in the wild and after realizing who it is, he loses his mind and practically begs her to let him take her out because he needs to know her.
Somehow it works, because Janice likes being sucked up to.
eventually she makes up with Tank and the other Gammas too, I gave them all names and fucking everything. I actually wrote this scene
One of them doesn't realize who she is and starts shamelessly flirting with her.
This guy:
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his name is Tony.
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loveydoveymonsters · 22 hours
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An Unlikely Match - Part 1
Manticore x fem!reader
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Hunting monsters is easy. From werewolf to goblin to vampire you hunt them all and you're damn good at it. You've made a name for yourself, over the years the monsters have started calling you Nightshade, the name of a deadly poison. You're a nightmare to most. You're mean and uncooperative and you refuse to work with anyone else let alone connect with them. You're damn good at your job though and you make your money in the thousands every single job you do. You accept no less than ten thousand each job you go on and regardless of the client's request, you always kill the monster you're hunting. It's easier than dragging around a deadly monster that's trying to escape and fighting you every step of the way. One silver bullet, iron arrow, or steel blade to the heart is enough to kill a monster instantly.
This job is the easiest thing you've ever done. You've never really had many emotions, you're probably considered a psychopath. Your lack of empathy scares people and they label you a monster yourself. You don't see the problem with killing threats, things that have harmed people, or rather things that have harmed humans. If a monster hasn't done anything you don't kill them, but there's always a reason a client will come to you and you hardly ever turn down a job. You didn't turn this one down either. In the cold of a forest, late at night, you're hunting a manticore, a small manticore that killed three families in a nearby village. You're following the extremely obvious tracks. They're rushed as if they're running from something, probably from you. You always hear the monster out even though people think you don't, you're purely logical if the monster hasn't harmed anyone or if they had a reason to harm someone then you don't kill them. You don't kill until they become a threat. But this manticore killed a child, four children to be exact. It probably just got hungry. 
You're aware that it's not their fault, their blood lust can become uncontrollable, unmanageable, and maybe the manticore didn't mean to hurt those families but regardless, twelve people are dead and it's this manticore's fault. You haven't fought very many of them, the few you did nearly killed you. You know that manticores aren't beings to be trifled with. They're smart, they're deadly, and they're very very dangerous, especially to humans and people like you who are foolish enough to go hunting them. You're not stupid though, you've fought many monsters and you know how to handle yourself. You have several hidden weapons on you as well as several hidden poisons, the poisons will certainly kill you if you accidentally ingest it but you figured if you're going out you may as well take the monster with you. You lack a sense of self-preservation for sure and it's well known amongst monsters and men that you'll do anything to complete your task including sacrificing yourself, your limbs, your once scarless skin, everything, and anything to get the job done.
The forest is quiet, save for the sound of crickets and the ambient noise of the bushes and branches brushing against each other as the wind whips around you. It's hardly a calm night, but none of your nights ever are. You enjoy it though, it reminds you of home, the chaos that your family brought. They weren't wealthy nor were they poor, they also hunted monsters although they weren't nearly as good at it as you are. You lost family members so easily. Your brother to a werewolf, your mother to a ghoul, your father to a basilisk and finally your sisters to a vampire and succubus. You think you have some family left on your father's side, a few uncles and maybe an aunt. Perhaps you have cousins who could share in your passion for hunting down the creatures that killed your family. ‘It's their own fault’ That's what you tell yourself. They shouldn't have been hunting monsters that they couldn't kill. You started small and worked your way up to the big beasts. You didn't just dive head-first into the deep end which is how your brother died. Werewolves aren't a joke either. You think about them a lot when you're in the wilderness, you lived in a small cabin with them in the middle of the woods. It was beautiful and peaceful, and as your family members slowly died all you could think was that you enjoyed the quiet more than anything.
The sound of a twig snapping pulls you out of your thoughts as you lazily glance in the direction of the sound. You catch sight of a scorpion tail, large and intimidating. Intimidating to those who have no experience in dealing with manticores. You saunter over to the noise and you watch as the tail swipes at you, dodging it easily. It's scared. It's smaller than the other manticores you've fought, it must be a baby or adolescent. It hisses at you and you raise your gun to it, firing a silver bullet into its spine. Stopping it from running. It continues swiping at you with its tail and paws which makes you roll your eyes. Hunting monsters has become boring, there's never any challenge, never any urgency. Its small mane is standing upright, signifying the young manticore's distress. This is so annoying, so frustrating, you don't understand why you don't feel anything for this creature. This poor creature that's unable to move since you've severed its spinal cord. You raise your gun to its lion head but just before you pull the trigger something catches your attention. 
A low growling makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up that's never a good sign. For the first time in a long time, you felt fear as claws were suddenly embedded in your side and you were being pushed to the ground by Khavak. Another manticore, a large black and red mane surrounding his large scarred lion head. His scorpion tail swiping and violently flicking around in the air before embedding itself in your spine pumping his venom into you as quickly as possible. Trying to kill you in the span of seconds. Blood began pouring out of your wounds the moment he pulled his claws back…Wait a second…You've never seen this manticore before, you've never interacted with him before, yet you know his name? How is that possible? The feeling of his tail digging into your spine as his venom pours into your body clouds your judgment, clouds your thoughts…’No way…No fucking way.’
“No fucking way.”
Khavak pulls away after he growls that out. He stares at you wide-eyed, hyperventilating. He shakes his head, checking on the young manticore you nearly killed, and gently slung it over his shoulder. He was about to leave you, let you die. You deserve to die at least in his eyes, monster slayer, Nightshade. There's an issue though, one both of you seem to immediately acknowledge. You're his soulmate and he's yours. He hesitates for a long while, standing opposite your bleeding body as his venom flows through your system rapidly. He growls and slings you over his shoulder as well, much the protest of the young manticore already in his arms. He whispers something in his own language before spreading his large leather wings and lifting off into the sky. You don't know if it was the venom or the feeling of your organs shifting in the air that gave you butterflies. Maybe it was being your soulmate's arms. Starting to pass out you tie yourself to his arm making sure he can't drop you easily since you know you're going to lose consciousness. Once you wake up though you suspect you'll be safe. 
“Nightshade…”
“...Yeah?”
“You are my soulmate, you are under my protection now. I may not agree with you or what you have done but you're my mate and I am yours. So rest now, I will keep you safe.”
“I don't…want…a….soulmate”
You lose consciousness before you're able to see the palace in the sky or rather the city in the sky. Full of flying creatures and land creatures that have been ferried up by their lovers or friends. Khavak lands and hands both you and the baby manticore off to be healed. He stays by your side troubled by your words. He always dreamed that he'd find a soulmate although that dream didn't consist of his soulmate not wanting him. It didn't consist of his soulmate being a well-known monster killer either. He sees how they stare at her, they all know who she is, and she's in danger if she's left alone. Somebody will try to kill her, will try to avenge their family member that she has surely slain. Yet no one will try if he's near her, nobody will interfere with his affairs and if you're involved in them then they will leave you be. He stays by your side as the healers treat your bleeding and gaping wounds as well as the poison traveling through your system. He did what he had to do to save the baby manticore but he doesn't appreciate the fact that he harmed his soulmate. His soulmate who doesn't want him. His ears flatten against his head…He'll just have to win you over then. He can do that…He's quite charming…He promises. Just wait you'll want him in no time.  He sits beside your bed, starting to groom himself, licking over his bloody claws…Your blood tastes sweet to him, alluring. Blood never usually does that to him. 
“It must be because you're my soulmate. You little minx your blood is so alluring it's not fair. You're scent in general is driving me insane”
He speaks to your unconscious form placing his large clawed hand over your small human one. His paw completely covers your hand ten times over but he's gentle with yours when he holds it gently moving to lick over your knuckles. He knows humans don't court or mate the same way manticores do or any monster for that matter. It also doesn't help that you've already expressed you don't want him, but he refuses to let that get to him. He will win you over. When you finally wake up and he gets to show you this beautiful city in the sky. When he's finally able to break that hard shell he knows surrounds you. When he's finally able to bulldoze through your walls and get you to open up to him, he knows you'll fall for him. He's always wanted a soulmate and even if you don't want him, he wants you flaws and all. It doesn't matter if you've killed a hundred monsters or a thousand, he can forgive it all, and he'll do his best not to hold it against you. You just have to wake up so he can get to know you. He wants his soulmate to have the longest most relaxing life they could. So he's going to make sure that happens for you when you wake up so please wake up for him so he can see your beautiful eyes. He didn't get to fully appreciate them when he attacked you, he's sorry about that, he remembers they were empty though and he finds that unique, perhaps a bit unnatural. Just open your eyes, let him see you again and he can finally start winning you over.
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21.5k, Maestro AU, dystopia, advanced technology, robots, kidnapping, manipulation, mind control, hypnosis, assault, physical assault, violence, hacking, supernatural elements, restraints, collars, mental abuse, electrocution, hallucinations, reader is a minor character, I don't know who the main character is either
“Do you hear the piano?”
“Huh?”
“The piano. It’s playing in the distance.”
“I don’t hear anything, y/n.”
“It sounds so pretty.”
“And you know music isn’t really a good thing around here.”
“Yeah…”
You could definitely hear a piano, even if it was quite faint, but there was no way you were gonna be able to find the source. Mingyu was right though, music wasn’t much of a thing around here. The world itself was quite depressing, and everyone worked to stay alive, even if the job was shit. You were lucky to work as a delivery person, one of the simpler jobs, but it had its cons too. You’d drive all over the city, even to the more dangerous parts. So far nothing bad had happened to you, but there was no guarantee that would always be the case. Still, you made money, and you could pay your part of the bills.
You lived in an apartment with three other guys, who were all like brothers to you. It was a decent size place, and you all had your own space too. Most of the apartment was littered with electronic parts as Vernon was a technician that worked from home. He was a freelancer, fixing things in what he considered his work space, which was everywhere that wasn’t a bedroom. Wonwoo worked construction, getting up early and coming back late, but he always said he had enough down time to rest and recover. Mingyu worked as a mechanic at an auto shop not so far from the apartment.
Between the four of you there was a car, but on most days Wonwoo would take it. You had your work van, so if Vernon ever needed to get somewhere, or some items needed to be picked up, that job usually fell on you. At least your office was nearby so it wasn’t a hassle to get to and from work without a vehicle. Today though was a rare treat as you were all off and could do somethings together. You had all gone out to get some groceries, as well as other necessities for the apartment. As you were loading up the trunk that’s when you began to hear the piano, instantly entranced by the melody. In this world music was scarce and unfortunately not encouraged. If anything it was frowned upon.
The peacekeepers maintained order, and many times you had seen them beat those for causing a ruckus or playing music. You weren’t entirely sure why such a thing seemed to be a problem, but it made you appreciate whenever you heard a nice tune. Besides the peacekeepers there were robots around the city. Some worked alongside humans in certain labor-intensive fields, others had simpler tasks, and some freely walked around available to help anyone who needed assistance with anything. Then there were the roaming CCTV robots, the robo-dogs as people called them. They were all over the place,watching everything. Of course there were still normal CCTV cameras around too, so safety and peace were maintained well on multiple levels.
“Let’s go.”
Mingyu shut the trunk and you followed him to the front. You got into the passenger seat, Mingyu hopping behind the wheel. You glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing Vernon on his tablet, headphones on, clearly engrossed in work. Whereas Wonwoo had his head back against the headrest, eyes closed, using this time to wind down. You couldn’t help the small smile on your face. They were all great company. When you got to the apartment everyone helped bring things up, allowing it to be done in one trip. You put things away and then collapsed on the couch, turning on the TV and half listening to the news.
“Y’all better not stay up late.” Vernon commented. “You guys have work in the morning.”
“And you?” Wonwoo mumbled. “All you do is stay home.”
“I pay my bills.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m a technician, or did you forget where you got such a dope phone?”
“Well you better not stay up late making a bunch of noise!”
“I won’t.”
“You say that a lot.” You added. “You should soundproof your room.”
“I don’t wanna work in my room.”
“Obviously.” Mingyu mentioned. “Your shit is everywhere in this apartment.”
“You’re just jealous I get to work from home.”
“Only sometimes.” Wonwoo added. “Or so you say.”
“Whatever.”
Most days were the same, but you each kept each other entertained, making every sundown and sunrise worth seeing. On slow days when you’d get home first you tended to sit out on the balcony, enjoying the cool breeze of the night air. While sitting out there one day you began to hear the sounds of a piano. Just like before, it was a beautiful melody, and you could hear it better this time. You closed your eyes and let the music take over, softly nodding your head along to the beat, tuning out the rest of the world.
As Wonwoo walked in he was careful not to make too much noise. It was pretty late and he was certain everyone else was already sleeping. He was sneaking back to his room when he heard a soft hum, suddenly realizing how cold the living room was. He looked around, realizing the balcony door was slightly open. Wonwoo made his way over, realizing the humming was getting louder. He slowly slid the door open, seeing you hugging your knees to your chest, eyes closed and rocking to the sides as you hummed. You seemed rather content but he was concerned by all of this.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
You opened your eyes, smiling when you saw Wonwoo, although he seemed very worried. Which you didn’t understand.
“You’re home.”
“How long have you been out here? It’s really late, you know.”
“Is it? I didn’t realize…”
“What were you doing?”
“Just listening to the piano, can’t you hear it?”
“Y/n, I don’t think anyone is playing a piano at these hours.” 
“I heard it. I swear. It was coming from over there.”
You didn’t have an exact location, but you had a good idea which direction the sound had been coming from. You got up, although now that the music was gone the exhaustion was starting to hit you. A yawn escaped your lips and you pointed off into the distance mindlessly, leaning against Wonwoo. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling how cold you were. Before he could comment his gaze followed your gesture, and his concern for you only got worse. You were pointing towards the Metronome Theater. 
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“Let’s get you inside. You need to get some sleep.”
Wonwoo led a sleepy you down the hall and towards your bedroom, helping you get under the covers and tucking you in. He made sure your alarm was set so you wouldn’t be late for work. He quietly stepped out and shut the door behind him. He stood outside your room for a moment, his thoughts lingering on what had just happened. It wasn’t necessarily something to worry about, but it still bothered him. He barely managed to sleep that night, and next thing he knew it was time to get up again. As he was about to head out he stopped himself, going over to Vernon’s room and knocking on the door before opening it. Unsurprisingly the boy was awake.
“Are you working outside the apartment today?”
“No. Why?”
“Could you do me a favor and look after y/n today.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know but could you just tag along with her today and keep her out of trouble.”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Thanks.”
Despite the unspoken outlaw of music, the Metronome Theater still stood. It looked exactly like the name described, a giant metronome amongst the buildings that made up the city. Most of the time the pendulum remained still, glowing an ominous red, but on occasion it would glow blue and move from side to side, creating a low ticking in the air. No one really understood the purpose of that structure, and for fear of getting into trouble many avoided the area. Regardless of what went on everyone understood one thing, the Metronome Theater was a dangerous place. Wonwoo stared at it before getting into the car. He never paid the theater any attention, but he might have to going forward.
♩. ♩. ♩. ♩. ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 𝅗𝅥.
You woke to the beeps of your alarm, groaning and rolling over in bed. You hadn’t slept much last night, but you weren’t all that tired. After a moment you got up and began to get ready for the day. Once you were dressed you got yourself a quick breakfast, ready to head out.
“Morning, y/n.” Vernon greeted you. “How you feeling?”
“Good. Just getting ready for work.”
“Cool. Mind if I come along with you today?”
“Why? Do you need me to drop you off somewhere?”
“No, no, just wanna get out of the apartment, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. I could use the company.”
“Awesome.”
Vernon walked with you to the office, letting you go off on your own to clock in and then come around for him in the delivery van. He happily hopped into the passenger seat.
“Lunch is on me.”
“Obviously.”
“What?”
“You think you just get to ride around for free?”
“But you enjoy my company.”
“And free food.”
“Fine. Whatever you want.”
“Excellent.”
Of course Vernon was just coming along for fun, not actually helping you with the job cause he didn’t want to do anything wrong and get you in trouble. He tried that once before and it did not go well. So it’s more accurate to say he doesn’t help so you don’t wind up in trouble again because of him. When he went with you nowadays he was more like your guardian angel, and today was no different for him. He stayed in the van, saving you the trouble of rushing and hoping it wasn’t stolen while you did your deliveries. 
“Oh, why hello there.”
The robo-dogs could be found anywhere in the city, both high and low, and in very unlikely places. You were used to seeing them in the buildings you delivered to, and it was great their programming had them act very friendly, like real dogs.
“I’m just doing some deliveries, little guy.”
You held up your badge, showing proof you could be there. You didn’t have to, but you liked to do so whenever you ran into these guys. That way if anything ever happened in the building you’d be recognized as a delivery employee who’s just passing through. It was your own insurance, and there was no real reason to hide your purpose here. You gave the little robot a pat, and it seemed to enjoy that. Soon enough you started to hear a soft melody. You thought you were imagining things, but the sound slowly got louder and then you realized it was coming from the robot.
“You got a song for me, little guy?”
You didn’t know the robo-dogs had speakers in them, let alone that they would play music. It was a nice treat, and you couldn’t help but follow the little guy when he started walking off. You could use a break anyway.
♩. ♩. ♩. ♩. ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 𝅗𝅥.
While waiting Vernon would be on his phone, going over his list of things to do and figuring out how to prioritize. Although at a particular stop he felt like you were taking too long, especially since you had walked in with like two boxes. He was about to go check on you when he saw you walk out, immediately feeling relief. Then again he noticed you weren’t walking towards the van, and instead seemed to be following one of the robo-dogs. It was very strange, and he wasn’t just gonna watch. He got out of the van and called out to you, but you didn’t respond. When he caught up to you he grabbed your arm and turned you around, seeing a dazed look on your face before you seemed to come back to your senses.
“Vernon?”
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“What were you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just now.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. You were like sleep walking or something.”
“Oh, I guess maybe I’m just tired.”
“Did you sleep enough last night?”
“I think so. I’m alright though, I promise.”
“Okay, but you let me know if anything’s wrong.”
“I will. Let’s go now.”
Vernon wasn’t entirely convinced, but he wasn’t going to push it right now. Instead he was starting to get an idea as to why Wonwoo wanted him to go out with you today. Something certainly felt wrong here, but he wasn’t entirely sure what. At one point his eyes landed on the Metronome Theater, staring at it as you drove along. That whole place was just an eyesore, and it always gave him the creeps.
“Okay. This might take a few since I gotta deliver on multiple floors.”
“Alright, just be safe and come back.”
“That’s a given.”
You grabbed what you needed from the back, making your way into the building. You started from the top and made your way down. For the most part you just left packages at doors, but on occasion you’d knock to get a signature. You were a bit tired when you dropped off the last one, but at least you were done here.
“Do you require assistance?”
You jumped when you heard a robot, looking back to see it on the steps leading to the basement floor. In a bigger building like this it was more common for there to be robots to help tenants when needed.
“I’m alright, thank you. I’m just doing deliveries.”
You showed your badge once more, definitely needing to identify yourself as these robots tended to have records of who lived here and would call the authorities on any unauthorized visitors. You waited for the robot to accept your reason for being there, but it was eerily quiet.
“Uh… I’m going to be taking my leave now.”
As you stepped away the robot suddenly grabbed your arm. Then the blank face plate began to glow red, swallowing you up and cutting your world to black.
♩. ♩. ♩. ♩. ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 𝅗𝅥.
Vernon stepped out of the van, stretching his limbs. He stared at the building you had gone into, getting this uneasy feeling. He checked the time, seeing that you had been gone for about twenty minutes now. That wasn’t too long, but something just didn’t feel right. It probably wasn’t best to just dwell on it, so he locked the van and took the keys, heading into the building. The place seemed quiet, so he went around calling your name, getting no response. Every second that went by was making him nervous. As he was about to head out a gleam of light caught his attention. He walked over to the source and picked up your badge off the floor. Now he was very concerned.
“Shit…”
He called out your name again, stepping down towards the basement. It seemed very dark down here, but that was the least of his worries. He called out to you again and again but there was no response. Then he wound up bumping into something and falling to the ground. He looked up to see a robot standing in his way. Before saying something he noticed some light down the hall, realizing there was a door that led out, another exit. Vernon quickly scrambled to his feet, but the robot moved to stand in his way.
“Do you require assistance?”
“No, no, I-”
“Do you require assistance?”
“No! I’m a delivery person.” 
Vernon held up your badge, covering your face and name, hoping the robot would accept that and leave him alone. It didn’t work, and the machine still stood in his way. Vernon tried to get past once more, yet he was blocked. He intended to push his way through only to be grabbed and shoved to the floor. He groaned as he hit the ground, partially out of breath. He looked back up to see a red glow emanating from the robot’s faceplate, telling him that something was very wrong here.
“You… you intentionally stopped me… you hurt me… you hurt a human…” Vernon got up, making note of the number on the robot’s chestplate. “Robot model S-009588, you are to answer all my questions going forward, what is your directive?”
“Protect the target.”
“What target?”
“A young female identified as a delivery worker. Last spotted at this location.”
“What? Where is she!?”
“Unknown.”
“What do you mean? How do you not know where she is! You took her in the first place!”
“Incorrect. My objective is to protect the target.”
“From-”
The robot suddenly seemed to glitch and shut down, completely powering off right in front of Vernon. He cautiously took a step back and then it seemed to reboot itself.
“Do you require assistance?”
“Uh… no…”
Vernon took a small step forward and the robot stepped to the side. It was certainly acting how it was supposed to now. He still had many questions, and needed to further look into this, but for now he needed to go. He ran towards the back door, stepping out into the streets once again. Despite the minutes that had passed he still looked around, hoping by some miracle to see you, but of course you were nowhere to be found.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Vernon went back inside, intending to find the robot and interrogating it, but just like you, it was gone. He kicked the nearest item and swore again, storming back to the van. He slammed his hands against the wheel, screaming. The whole point of him being out with you today was to prevent something like this, and he had royally fucked it up. Now he had to make things worse with a phone call.
“What’s up?”
“Wonwoo…”
“Hm?”
“She… y/n… she’s gone…”
“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone!? I asked you to look after her!”
“I know but… I’m not sure what happened. I was attacked by a robot and-”
“Have you told Mingyu?”
“What the hell am I supposed to say? That y/n just walked into a building and never came out? You’re the one who was worried about her and didn’t really say anything!”
“Look, just call Mingyu and get back to the apartment, I’ll head over too, got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Vernon drove over to the auto shop Mingyu worked at. He was familiar with the other mechanics, and just waltzed in, finding Mingyu under a car. He kicked at his leg to coax the boy out. His smiling face changed to concern when he saw Vernon.
“What are you doing here? I thought you went out with y/n?”
“We need to talk. Wonwoo will meet us at the apartment.”
“What happened?”
“It’s complicated.”
“And y/n?”
“…”
“Fuck. Vernon, what did you do?”
“Let’s just go.”
The two walked back to the apartment in silence. Vernon couldn’t imagine what was running through Mingyu’s head, but he had questions of his own. A while after they arrived Wonwoo entered the apartment.
“What the fuck is going on?” Mingyu questioned. “What did you guys do?”
“It’s not something we did.” Wonwoo explained. “But something that happened.”
“Which is?”
“I don’t really know how to explain it.”
“One of you better start talking.”
“Y/n’s been kidnapped.” Vernon stated. “That’s what’s going on.”
“What do you mean!? What did you do!?”
“Why do you think we did something? How do I know this isn’t your fault?”
“You’re the one who messes around with the law, Vernon! And Wonwoo works with all kinds of people. How do I know either of you didn’t piss off the wrong person?”
“We didn’t do anything.” Wonwoo interrupted. “I think something else is going on.”
“Like what?”
“When I got home last night I found y/n out on the balcony. She had been out there for a while, saying she had been listening to some piano.”
“A piano?” Mingyu wondered. “Did you hear it?”
“No. It stopped playing by the time I stepped out. Why?”
“Y/n… she mentioned hearing a piano when we had gone out the other day, but I didn’t hear anything.”
“Why is a piano our concern here?” Vernon questioned. “What does that mean?”
“She said the music was coming from the Metronome Theater.” Wonwoo admitted.
“Oh… wait, so you think someone from the theater kidnapped her? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You know that place is weird.” Mingyu said. “The people who go in don’t tend to come out, and if they do, they’re not quite the same.”
“Okay, but why would they kidnap her? In fact, how do you know it was them? I was attacked by a robot! Someone clearly hacked into that thing.”
“You were attacked by a robot? Like an actual one or the robo-dogs?”
“Now that you mention it… after a certain stop I saw y/n sleep walking behind a robo-dog, like it was leading her somewhere.”
“Oh so you knew something was up and you still left her alone!” Wonwoo accused. “Are you serious!”
“You could have told me what you were actually worried about here! I thought maybe she was sick or something.”
“I shouldn’t have let her go out in the first place.”
“We don’t know who took her.” Mingyu reminded. “Not for sure. So let’s focus on that first.”
“How?”
“Easy enough. Vernon, you can hack into CCTV right?”
“Obviously. Even the robots, so clearly whoever took her knows a thing or two about tech.”
“Right. So let’s go back to where she was taken and see if the CCTV can lead us to her.”
Everyone was pretty tense over the situation, but they were trying not to let panic take hold. This could all just be some big misunderstanding and you’d call them soon enough, asking where they were. For the sake of not sticking out they decided to take your work van, returning to the last place you had been seen. In a matter of minutes Vernon gained access to the CCTV cameras around, sifting through the footage to find you. He showed the others the moment you went inside, and then skipped ahead, switching to the back door cameras. They were all concerned and surprised when they saw you walk out, following a robot as if you were being escorted somewhere. From there they followed your path, Mingyu driving. Although they soon lost track of you.
“What happened? Where did she go?”
“I’m not sure, the CCTV cameras in the next area are down.”
“What?”
“Let me try finding a different angle.”
Vernon kept working to find a camera, although it seemed that one after the other just weren’t operational. Wonwoo was looking over his shoulder, realizing they had lost track of you. He swore under his breath, although he soon realized something.
“Vernon.”
“Hm?”
“Do any of the cameras work around the Metronome Theater?”
“Uh… no… actually… none of the cameras within a quarter mile radius of the theater work.”
“So that whole area is a blind spot, and she walked into it.”
“Yeah.”
“So the theater it is.” Mingyu commented, staring at it from the car window. “Let’s go.”
The area around the theater was mostly abandoned, and now knowing none of the CCTV around worked made the place all the creepier. Mingyu parked the van across the street from the theater, all three staring out at it. 
“Are we sure she’s in there?” Vernon asked. “She went into a dark zone, someone could have taken her from here and there would be no record of it.”
“Perhaps.” Wonwoo said. “But something tells me she’s in there.”
“Okay, but how are we getting in? That place is usually closed, and it only opens sporadically. We don’t even know if it opened today.”
Just as Vernon said that the pendulum of the theater started moving, and the shutters over the doors went up.
“Huh, guess they’re open now.”
Wonwoo was the first out of the car, crossing the street, the other two soon following. What was strange were the other people that seemed to appear from nowhere also making their way to the theater. Despite what one might think, the inside of the theater was lavish and luxurious, not something you’d expect to see in this part of the city. None of them knew where to go, but the others that entered did. It was weird to see how everyone else walked in silently and went up the stairs, acting like robots themselves. The trio followed, keeping quiet as well and just going with the flow.
They went up two flights of stairs to the third floor, making it to the entrance of the actual theater. Rows and rows of empty seats surrounded the stage, people just taking a seat wherever. The curtains were down, and the lights were slowly fading and growing bright, signaling the show would begin soon. The boys took a seat towards the back, looking around to see if perhaps you were around, but they had no luck. A while later the doors closed and the lights went out, leaving them in darkness before the stage was illuminated. The curtains were drawn, revealing a whole orchestra on stage, two gentlemen standing front and center. 
“Welcome to the Metronome Theater.” The one with a beret spoke. “I’m the director, Seungkwan, and this is Joshua, the conductor for the night. Do enjoy the show.”
Seungkwan made his way off stage, disappearing into the darkness. Joshua on the other hand took his place before the orchestra, and soon the show began. The music was quite nice, not something any of them were used to hearing. There was no piano present, but they didn’t care much for the show itself. They took in their surroundings, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else. All the other guests were engrossed in the performance. For a moment Wonwoo zoned out while watching the conductor lead, something about him just seemed odd. He snapped out of it when Mingyu lightly shoved him, giving him a questioning look. They had other things to focus on right now.
When the show ended everyone got up to applaud, all seeming to move together. Joshua took a bow before the orchestra did the same and then cleared the stage. The doors had opened and a few robots were coming in, greeting some of the guests and then leading them towards the nearest exit. The trio immediately thought to follow, stepping out into the aisle and walking towards the stage. Although they didn’t get far before a spotlight was suddenly aimed at them, stopping them in their tracks.
“You three aren’t meant to be here.”
Once they had adjusted to the light they saw Joshua looking up from his bow, slowly standing, arms crossed over his chest, lightly tapping his wand to his shoulder. A smirk appeared on his face, looking them up and down.
“I advise you to leave before the Maestro gets upset.”
“We have no intention of leaving.” Mingyu stated. “We’re looking for someone, and perhaps your Maestro knows something.”
“Is that so?”
“If we can just talk to them and clear things up, then we’ll be on our way.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“How come?”
“You were advised to leave.”
Joshua lifted up his wand, flicking it in the air as if he was still performing. They were all confused until they realized the other guests were moving in on them. Before they knew it they were surrounded and grabbed. The people around them had blank stares in their eyes, but they were doing well to restrain them.
“Thank you for coming.” Joshua stated. “Don’t return.”
The people began to drag them towards the exit, forcing them to fight back. They didn’t want to hurt anyone, but the situation was getting out of hand. These people didn’t want them here, so it was all the more reason to stay and investigate. Especially as Joshua was walking away. Wonwoo managed to break free from the crowd, running up towards the stage and tackling the conductor to the ground. The two tussled for a moment, and Wonwoo knew he had to get the wand out of Joshua’s hand. It wasn’t just some stick, but as soon as he ripped it away from Joshua he froze. His gaze slowly turned to the item in his hand. He couldn’t describe the feeling well, but there was some sort of power radiating from it, and now that he held it this energy seemed to be coursing into his veins.
“You have potential.” Joshua commented. “Perhaps the Maestro will see you.”
Before Wonwoo could really register what had been said, or what was happening, Mingyu had come to his side. He had escaped the crowd and took the wand from Wonwoo, snapping it in half without hesitation. Once he did so Joshua screamed, grabbing his head and thrashing on the ground. Both boys took a step back, unsure of what was going on. Even the rest of the guests seemed to collapse, leaving Vernon just as confused as his brothers. A moment later the lights went out again, and Joshua’s screams seemed to die down. When the light returned there was someone else present on the stage. A boy with white hair knelt down before Joshua, hands on his head, seeming to sooth the distressed boy. Soon enough the gaze of the stranger looked to them, a fire in his eyes.
“Get out!”
The lights flickered, and next thing the boys knew robots were rushing into the theater. They grabbed each of the boys, two or three per person, effortlessly dragging them out. Their strength was no match for the machines as they were thrown out onto the streets. Mingyu was the first to scramble to his feet, but as he reached the doors of the theater the shutters slammed down, locking him out.
“NO!”
Mingyu slammed his fist against the shutters over and over, as if that would change anything. The other two eventually came to his side.
“This doesn’t mean anything.” Vernon said. “This could just be some territorial shit, and this Maestro guy doesn’t like outsiders. Y/n might not be here.”
“And yet she could be.” Wonwoo remarked. “You saw how some people were taken elsewhere, not to mention the others… it’s like the music put them under a spell and they did whatever the conductor wanted. Y/n kept hearing a piano, and didn’t you say you caught her sleepwalking?”
“I… yes, but we don’t have solid proof.”
“Then find some.” Mingyu hissed. “There’s gotta be a robot around here that saw something.”
“Yeah, yeah I can look for that.”
Vernon made his way back to the van, the other two soon following. Although Wonwoo stopped and stared back at the theater. His mind went back to the moment he had held the conductor’s wand. The way he felt then still lingered, and he wanted to know what that was.
“Wonwoo!”
Upon hearing his name Wonwoo made his way back, the three in the van, Vernon getting his laptop out and getting to work on searching for some video footage.
“How are we gonna find proof?” Wonwoo asked. “The CCTV doesn’t work around here.”
“But there are other cameras.” Vernon remarked. “The robo-dogs are also CCTV. Even though they are everywhere, they each stick to a certain area. If we can find one around the theater I could get into its system and look at the recorded footage.”
“Alright. I’ll drive, you two keep a lookout.” Mingyu said. “Let me know when to stop.”
As planned they drove around the area, looking for a robo-dog. The issue with those was that they were free roam cameras, so it wasn’t entirely common to see them on the streets.
“What about taking down a robot?” Mingyu suggested. “We’ve seen a few of those.”
“It wouldn’t work.” Vernon mentioned. “The robots have their programs and internal systems, but they don’t actually record anything. We have CCTV and the robo-dogs so it would be overkill.”
“I guess.” 
“Oh, there’s one, Mingyu, pull over.”
The van came to a stop and Wonwoo stepped out, walking up to the little thing as it stepped out of an alleyway. They were very friendly robots, so the thing walked up to Wonwoo all on its own. Vernon had opened the side door, laptop in hand.
“What do I do?”
“Just grab it and bring it here. I’ll erase the footage of us grabbing it when we’re done.”
Wonwoo picked up the little guy, bringing it over the van and setting it down inside next to Vernon. It tried to get out, but Wonwoo prevented it from doing so. After a moment it sat down, the little red light going out.
“Alright, I’m in.”
“Are you sure it saw something?” Mingyu asked. “Or do we need to look for another one?”
“No. One should give me access to a few more in this area, one of them surely saw some… hold on.”
“What?”
“…”
“Vernon.”
“Hold on!”
“Aish, could you tell me-”
“Got it.”
“What?”
“The robo-dogs here are on two grids. The city and something else, I managed to dig deeper into the system just now, but I’m gonna need another minute to access this other grid.”
“I’m not understanding you.” Wonwoo said. “What do you mean another grid?”
“Another power grid, another system. Someone else besides the city is connected to these robo-dogs and thus has access to their recordings.”
“That’s not concerning at all.”
“I know so just- oh… this isn’t good… the CCTV around the theater isn’t broken, it’s on another grid.”
“Wait so you mean all the cameras around here work?”
“How come the city isn’t aware of this?” Mingyu questioned. “This whole area is thought to be a dark zone.”
“The city doesn’t care about the cameras being down cause the rodo-dogs in this area still work, and they’re more valuable.” Vernon explained. “That’s why they’re still online and connected to both grids. I doubt the city knows that someone else has easy access to the robo-dogs around here.”
“So who’s running this other grid?”
“Who do you think? Who’s at the center of this whole thing?”
“The Metronome Theater.”
“They’re the biggest power source in this area, so logically they’re the only ones who could run all this.”
“What about y/n though?” Wonwoo reminded. “Is she really in the theater?”
“Well, let’s check. Once I get access to the cameras we can see where she really went.”
A few minutes later Vernon did as he said, pulling up camera footage and going to the moment they had originally lost you. They could see you were still following a robot, and a moment later two more appeared. They continued to follow you through the cameras, and just as they suspected you made your way to the Metronome Theater, heading inside.
“Okay. So she’s in there somewhere.” Mingyu confirmed. “How do we get back in?”
“We can’t just walk in again.” Wonwoo added. “I’m sure they’ll be looking out for us.”
“Then we go in from below.” Vernon suggested. “The robo-dogs go underground to recharge and there has to be some sort of maintenance facility in this area. My guess is the theater. Someone in there must be a technician that fixes up all the robots around here. Which means there should be a way in the theater through underground maintenance tunnels that the robo-dogs would use.”
“Okay, but those things are small, do you think we’d fit?”
“The maintenance tunnels are designed to be big enough for a person to crouch through in case a robo-dog loses power down there and needs to be retrieved.”
“So all we gotta do now is find those tunnels and get inside.”
“What do we do once we’re in?” Wonwoo asked. “That place is huge and we have no idea where y/n would be.”
“If we’re going in then we’re not looking for y/n, but the Maestro. Whoever that is, they’ll surely know where she is.”
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You felt as if you were waking from a dream, unsure as to when you fell asleep. Wherever you were, it was dark, but the light in front of you drew your attention. As you regained your senses you began to perceive your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of theater, watching a show. There was an orchestra on stage, along with the conductor leading the show. You noticed a few other people around you, but that all seemed to become pointless as you began to listen to the music. You hadn’t heard such a melody, becoming entranced by. After a moment you closed your eyes to give all your focus to the music, feeling so calm and relaxed.
“Good girl.”
The voice made you open your eyes, finding a gentleman with white hair standing before you with a big smile on his face. Before you could really process anything he lifted his glowing wand, gently tapping your head and causing your world to fade to black.
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“Let’s go over the plan once more.”
With access to the robo-dogs it wasn’t hard for Vernon to map out their travel patterns and find multiple entrances to the maintenance tunnels. From there he could figure out where they needed to go and how to get inside the theater.
“Okay. I’ve found our entrance point into the maintenance tunnels, the closest one to the theater.” Vernon explained. “When we get to the theater itself I can mimic a robo-dogs signal to open the entrance and get us in. Although from there I’m gonna need to find an access port in order to gain access to the systems in the theater. There are no schematics or blueprints for that place, so right now I have no idea how the interior looks besides what we’ve seen, and that wasn’t much.”
“From there the goal is to go up.” Mingyu added. “Surely the Maestro would be at the highest point in the building. We just need to find the fastest route, and avoid as much resistance as possible.”
“The building will most likely be littered with robots, but once I have system access I can make sure they don’t hurt us.”
“What about the conductor?” Wonwoo asked. “Or that other guy? They seemed to have a lot of power in that place.”
“We already broke the conductor’s little stick, so they shouldn’t be a problem. As long as we move fast and don’t attract attention we should be fine.”
“Then what do we do if we find the Maestro?”
“When we find them we’re gonna demand answers. If things have to get rough then so be it. We know y/n’s in there. Let’s gather what we need and be ready to move in ten.”
Honestly the only person who needed things was Vernon, the other two were ready to go whenever. They all needed to travel light as there wasn’t much room in those tunnels to begin with. Since they knew the cameras around the theater worked they needed to avoid them. The best way to do that was to enter the sewers outside that area and travel through there to the maintenance tunnel that would lead them into the theater. It wasn’t pleasant, but it did well to give them the advantage they needed in order for this to work. None of them liked walking through the sewers, and the maintenance tunnels wouldn’t be any better. It would be short but uncomfortable nonetheless.
“Give me a second while I get the hatch open.”
Vernon got out his phone, doing a little something before the hatch opened. He was the first one through, glad to be able to stretch out, the other two soon getting out as well. They seemed to be in the middle of some hallway, and to their benefit it seemed empty.
“I need to look for some electrical currents so I can find an access point.” Vernon stated. “Give me a second.”
“Why do the walls say S3?” Wonwoo questioned.
“Shit.” Vernon mumbled. “I wasn’t entirely sure how low we went, but I think we’re in sub-level three.” 
“How big is this building…”
“No idea.”
Vernon followed the device in his hand, leading the others down the hall and towards an elevator. Which was the perfect thing to find. He pulled out some other tools, connecting to the wires behind the call button hacking in, ultimately gaining access to the entire system.
“Got it. Looks like this building has seventeen floors, and three sub-floors. So you definitely know where we are.”
“Great, we’re as far from the top as possible.” Mingyu said. “Just our luck. What’s the fastest way up?”
“Uh… there seems to be some kind of elevator that goes up to the seventeenth floor that we can access from the theater room.”
“So we need to go to the third floor?”
“No, there seems to be another theater on the thirteenth floor.”
“Of course. Is that the only way to access the top floor?”
“It seems to be the only direct connection closest to our current location. There are a few other elevators in this building, but only the one on the thirteenth floor will get us to seventeenth the fastest.”
“How are we supposed to get to the thirteenth floor undetected?”
“I’m looking into that. A place like this surely has blind spots, and if not, it shouldn’t be that hard to access their security system and hide us. I’m trying to map out our fastest route and looking into what type of security they have here. I just need a few minutes.”
“Well hurry up, we can’t push our luck.”
“I know.”
Vernon managed to find schematics of the building, taking a look at where they’d need to go in order to make it to their destination.
“Alright, from what I can tell the security here is pretty lax except for a few floors which we can avoid. There are some robots roaming around the building but they won’t be an issue either. We can take this elevator up to the first floor, and not so far from there we can get on another up to the seventh floor. From there we can reach the thirteenth. I’ve mapped out our path and have the cameras along the way looping. I’ve sent you both a copy of the route just in case, but we should get up to the seventeenth floor in about ten minutes.”
“Cool. Let’s move.”
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It was a little strange being back in the lobby, considering they had been thrown out not so long ago. Vernon led the way over to the next elevator they needed to catch. Since the building didn’t see a lot of traffic they didn’t wait long. The highest this elevator went was the seventh floor, which was their next stop. It was strange that no single elevator connected all seventeen floors, but Wonwoo mentioned it was probably a safety thing. They thought things would be easy for them, but the elevator suddenly came to a stop on the fifth floor. For a moment they all got tense, Wonwoo and Mingyu ready to fight while Vernon was trying to cover them. Although when the doors opened there was no one. Mingyu carefully peeked his head out, but the halls were empty. Vernon tried closing the doors, but the elevator wouldn’t budge.
“I think it’s stuck.” Vernon commented. “This thing does seem old.”
“Then we should probably get off.” Wonwoo mentioned. “I guess we should take the stairs.”
“Not necessarily. Another elevator on this floor could take us up to the tenth floor, but that place seems to use a lot of power, which means heavy security.”
“Then why would we go there?”
“We could access the elevator that goes up to fourteen, and from there get up to seventeen. It’s our new fastest route from here.”
“As long as we’re still undetected it should work.” Mingyu said. “Lead the way, Vernon.”
No one else seemed to be on this floor either, the place being eerily quiet. There were a lot of doors with numbers, but no windows to see inside. It gave them all this uneasy feeling, but they kept going nonetheless. That is until they rounded a corner and Vernon stopped, stepping back and shoving the other two back, putting a finger to his lip and explaining himself in a whisper.
“Peacekeeper.”
“What!? Why is there one here?”
“I guess everyone comes to this theater.” Wonwoo commented. “You guys stay back, I got this.”
Wonwoo stood right against the corner, listening for footsteps. Once the peacekeeper was close enough he attacked. Lucky for him the only weapon his opponent had was a baton, and he had taken worse hits. It was easy for him to take down the peacekeeper, and the other two came to his side when he had won.
“I expected robots, not this.” Vernon mentioned. “Luckily the cameras here are looping so none of this was seen.”
“Then we can use this to our advantage.” Mingyu said, taking the mask from the peacekeeper. “I can dress like one of them so if another person sees us, I can act like I’m escorting you both.”
“But what do we do about the body? If another peacekeeper walks by and sees it they’re gonna sound the alarm.”
“It might be too late for that.” Wonwoo said. “Far too late.”
Vernon and Mingyu looked over to see what Wonwoo meant. At the end of the hall a crowd of peacekeepers were gathered. It seemed they no longer had the advantage.
“Go.” Wonwoo stated. “I’ll keep them busy and catch up with you later.”
“Wonwoo-”
“Now!”
Mingyu was already pulling Vernon down a different hall, but the boy was fumbling with his phone. Before Wonwoo was completely out of view Vernon activated the sprinkler system on the floor. It would help Wonwoo out since the peacekeepers wore goggles and the water would mess with their vision. Hopefully they’d meet up later.
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Vernon found an alternative route to the elevator they needed to use, although it appeared their luck had really run out. A group of robots was marching down the hall towards them, someone else at the front of the group leading the way.
“I suggest you surrender now.” The other spoke. “But I’d prefer it if you don’t.”
“Run.” Vernon mumbled, looking down at his phone. “Go, now!”
“What? Vernon-”
“I’ll be right behind you, I just needed a second to hack into the robots.”
“I won’t leave you then.”
“Go get on that fucken elevator before they cut us off completely. You’ll be closer to the top on the tenth floor than the fifth!”
“Fuck.”
Mingyu knew Vernon had a point, so he bolted, feeling awful for leaving the other behind, for leaving them both. When he made it to the elevator he frantically hit the button, looking back, hoping Vernon managed to get him enough time. He pulled out his phone, opening up the link Vernon had sent so he could follow the route they had planned. Once the elevator arrived he got in and hit the button for the tenth floor, knowing he couldn’t wait around for the others. He let out a sigh of relief when the doors shut and he was moving. Things went south fast, but as long as he made it to his destination he trusted everything would work out.
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“Get fucked!”
The robots were advancing on Vernon, but he tried not to let the panic overwhelm him. When he managed to hack them he laughed, making them stop in their tracks. He looked up at the other with a gleeful grin, having the robots turn around to make his point. The other seemed shocked by the sudden change.
“Thanks for the robots. Now I suggest you surrender and answer a few questions for me.”
“Impressive, but that’s not going to happen.”
“Wanna bet?” 
“Do your worst.”
Vernon smirked and ordered the robots to attack, knowing he could get this guy pinned in second. He sent two at him first, walking over himself since he knew this would be over soon. Although he wasn’t prepared for the punch the other guy threw, which actually knocked the robot back.
“Holy shit!”
Vernon stepped back and had all the robots attack, watching from a safe distance. It didn’t do him any good as the robots were beaten down and torn apart right before his eyes. The robots only managed to hit their target a few times, and it did nothing to slow them down. Vernon was frozen in shock as the other stalked up to him, a silver liquid dripping from his lip. He seemed to notice what Vernon was staring at, wiping his lips and laughing when he saw his fingers stained silver.
“I guess I need to go up to maintenance too. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with.”
One punch knocked Vernon out, and his unconscious body slid to the floor. The other stared down at him, finally relaxing after the whole ordeal. He knew back up was on the way, not that he’d need it. He looked around at all the robots, before sliding down a wall and sitting down to wait.
“Seungcheol’s gonna kill me.”
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After dealing with the last one Wonwoo continued where he left off. At this point he was certain Vernon and Mingyu were no longer on this floor. It shouldn’t take too long to catch up. He pulled out his phone, following the path Vernon had laid out. Although upon rounding a corner he noticed the torso of a robot leaning against the wall, sparks flying from the damage. He proceeded cautiously, ready for another fight even if he was spent.
“I can hear you, so there’s no point creeping.”
The new voice caused Wonwoo to come to a halt. He knew whoever had spoken was just around the corner, although he wasn’t gonna lower his guard. He took a quick step into the next hall, seeing a bunch of robots torn to pieces, and Vernon passed out at the other end. Although his focus quickly shifted to the gentleman standing up, wincing in the process. Silver tainted his lips and nose, clearly exhausted, but Wonwoo was starting to put two and two together.
“Did you-”
“The robots? Yes, as for your friend, they’re just unconscious.”
“Who are you?”
“You ask as if I’m the trespasser here.” The gentleman chuckled. “The name’s Jun, and you’re Wonwoo, correct?”
“How do you know my name?”
“We’ve taken an interest in you, so it’s only proper we do our research. You’re strong, which explains how you handled the peacekeepers with ease. Very good.”
“What do you want from me?”
“That is something for you to discuss with another.”
“You mean the Maestro?”
“They’ve taken a special interest in you, yes.”
“Well I don’t care for that. I’m here for my friend.”
“You mean the girl? I assure you, she’s in good hands.”
“I doubt that if you went through the trouble of kidnapping her.”
“She came here on her own, just as everyone does.”
“Bullshit. Now tell me where she is.”
“Why don’t you tell me what happened when you held Joshua’s wand? How did you feel?”
“…”
Jun scoffed. “You only got a taste before you were so rudely interrupted. Would you like to experience that again? To know what’s going on here. The answers might just lead you to your friend.”
As Wonwoo contemplated everything a handful of peacekeepers and robots surrounded him. Jun ordered everyone to stay away from Wonwoo, having the robots take Vernon away.
“The boy will be fine.” Jun assured. “What’s your choice then? Shall you come willingly or do you have to be restrained?”
“Who will I be meeting?”
“Escort our new friend Wonwoo here to the fifteenth floor. Oh, and Wonwoo, I recommend you don’t try anything funny.”
Wonwoo allowed the peacekeepers and robots to lead the way, having them before and behind him. Jun watched him go, struggling to keep his own composure. He stumbled when he took a step back, nearly falling to the ground only to be caught by a friend.
“Seokmin.” Jun smiled. “Hi.”
“Funny, just wait until Seungcheol sees you.”
“Don’t get me started. Just take me to his shop.”
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By the time the doors opened Mingyu had put on the mask, dressed as a peacekeeper to hopefully help him hide. Yet he was met with emptiness. He stared down a gray hallway, dim lights illuminating his path. From what Vernon had said this place held a lot of power, yet he saw none of it. Perhaps it was some diversion so people avoided the floor. He checked his phone, and it told him to proceed, so he did. At the end of the hall he was met with a door. It seemed to be locked, but Vernon had already accounted for that, so when he held his phone near the door it unlocked. He slowly opened it and stepped through. Now he understood the major power report.
The silence of the empty hall was suddenly filled with the hums of machines. Rows upon rows of servers were at either side, but before him stood the real source. A set up with multiple monitors showed him live camera footage from multiple floors. Moreso a bunch of offline robots stood around the monitor set up, creating a daunting warning. Still, Mingyu ignored it all, taking off the mask and approaching the computer. He should be going off to the next elevator, but if he could find you on the cameras then he’d really know where to go and not need to chase after a ghost. He sifted through the cameras, but there was no sign of you, and none seemed to be the seventeenth floor.
“You were never in control, you know.”
Mingyu turned around to discover he was no longer alone. A familiar face stood before him, the director from the show, Seungkwan.
“You’ve come quite far. I doubt I can convince you to stop here.”
“Where is she?”
“In good hands.”
“I doubt that. Just give her back, and I’ll be on my way.”
“That’s not gonna happen. In fact, I’m still very upset about what you did to Joshua.”
“I’m not.”
“Good. I won’t feel bad watching you suffer.”
Seungkwan snapped his fingers, the robots around starting to come to life. Mingyu knew his only option now was to run, so he did just that. He followed the guide, moving as fast as he could to the elevator. He hurriedly pressed the call button until the doors opened. Once inside he repeatedly pressed the button for fourteen, but the doors didn’t close. Something was probably wrong with this elevator too, so he pressed the button for thirteen and he watched the doors close as the robots charged at him. Once again he let out a breath in relief. At least now he was following the original plan, and knew he was one step closer to the Maestro, and you.
It was quiet and empty again when the doors opened, and Mingyu didn’t hesitate to step out. From what he could see the last elevator was behind the theater itself. So he made his way down the aisle towards the stage, not caring to try and hide his face with a mask. There seemed to be no one else around, yet as he stepped up to the stage he heard the sound of a spotlight turning on, except it wasn’t at him. He stopped, feeling the eerie sense that he was no longer alone. When Mingyu turned around he saw the light pointed at another in the aisle, closer to the door. A moment ago he had been alone, but now he wasn’t. Although what drew his attention the most was the wand in the other’s hand.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
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Vernon groaned as he regained consciousness, feeling the ache from that sucker punch. He was quick to realize he was tied up, hands behind his back and legs stuck together. He was propped up against a wall, but nothing around him seemed familiar. At least this wasn’t a place he had been to before, but all the cables and random tech pieces scattered around was certainly unexpected. A robo-dog suddenly came up to him, getting real close and staring at him, sending a chill down his spine.
“You know they’re harmless.”
Vernon’s gaze snapped away from the robot, looking for the source of the voice. His eyes soon landed on this guy walking towards the computer set up and taking a seat.
“You have potential, I’ll admit that. Figured out a way in here. It was fun to watch.”
“Wait, you knew we were here?”
“From the beginning. Don’t be so surprised though, I keep watch over this whole territory with my dogs. Although Seungkwan is internal security.”
“So you’re the one running the grid here? You reprogrammed the dogs to work for you?”
“Bingo. So tell me, you really broke into this place for some girl?”
“Where is she?”
“She’s fine, and well taken care of, I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to, but it’s true. The name’s Dino by the way.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yet I do. Vernon, a freelance technician, making money doing all kinds of legal and illegal things. Would be a shame if someone reported you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“You’d think, but not really. Why do you even do what you do, hm? Just to make some money and pay the bills? You could do so much better with your talents.”
“Why do you care?”
“You hacked into Jun’s little escort pretty fast and bypassed safety parameters so they’d attack a person. Then again those safety parameters were already diminished.”
“Let me guess, your doing?”
“No, no, my dogs and I run surveillance. The big clunky robots are Seungcheol’s department. He’s looking forward to meeting you, but he needs to attend to Jun first.”
“That guy does need a doctor.”
“Seungcheol works with robots, not people.”
“Wait, you mean-”
“Gotcha, didn’t I?” Dino giggled. “Jun’s a cyborg. He’s got a few mechanical parts here and there. You might have realized it if you kept snooping around, but you didn’t. It wouldn’t be easy to hack into his mechanical parts anyway. So just relax, the hyungs want to talk to you.”
“Talk to me about what?”
“An opportunity. You’re good, but you could be better.”
“I don’t want to join your little gang here.”
“You say that now, but you don’t know anything.”
“I know you kidnapped my friend, and are doing who knows what to the people you lure here.”
“Yeah, you don’t know anything. It’s always difficult to make people understand when they can’t hear the music. Maybe that’ll change soon.” Dino sighed. “Let’s go see the hyungs.”
Dino got up and grabbed something from a drawer just out of view. Vernon tried to see what he was doing, but he didn’t need to wait long.
“Behave.”
Dino walked back to Vernon with a metal collar, and leash in hand, a big grin on his face. Vernon tried to move away, but his restraints limited his motion. He wound up falling onto his side, getting a laugh out of Dino. The boy merely knelt down and grabbed a fistful of Vernon’s hair, pulling his head up to expose his neck so the collar could snap into place. He loosened the rope around his legs a bit so he could walk, and then attached the leash to the collar and helped Vernon to his feet.
“This is gonna be fun.”
Vernon followed alongside Dino, the boy holding the leash very close so he basically had to walk while hunched over. They went to a nearby elevator, and once inside Vernon noted they were on the eighth floor, and that this elevator apparently went all the way to the top.
“I know what you’re thinking. You never really hacked into our systems, we just let you see what we wanted. Besides, it was fun watching you all run around. Don’t worry we’re just going up one floor.”
With his hands behind his back any sort of action was limited, and he couldn’t even run in this state. When the doors opened Dino led him out, going down a plain hall. The floor seemed rather empty until they went through some double doors, revealing a whole workshop. Robots were all over the place, some just standing guard and others working on things. A few spare parts were lying around as well, but his focus was soon pulled to a table. The boy from before, who he now knew to be Jun, was sitting on it, a bunch of wires sticking out of his arm. There was another person next to him, looking at some monitors. Jun’s eyes were glowing blue, fading and growing bright, when he saw Vernon he smirked.
“Guess you’re not dead.”
“You weren’t trying to kill him, were you?” Dino questioned.
“Maybe. Although I bet Seungcheol wants to kill him.”
“Do not start, Junhui!” 
One of the others in the room snapped at Jun, which he presumed to be Seungcheol. The boy was pointing and yelling about Jun’s careless behavior. Jun seemed to be amused, although Vernon noticed the rest of the robots around were mimicking Seungcheol. It was strange and concerning, but he didn’t know what was happening.
“Do you have any idea how long it’s gonna take to repair those robots?” Seungcheol mentioned. “Days, Jun, days!”
“Don’t forget some were Seokmin’s designs.” Dino added. “So you’re not the only one who got screwed over.”
“You’re not helping!” Jun hissed. 
“Just saying. Also, hyung, you might wanna take a moment.”
Seungcheol looked over at Dino with a questioning look and the boy just gestured to their surroundings. That’s when Seungcheol noticed all the robots around moving as he did. He sighed and took a breath, and then the robots returned to their original task. Vernon still had no idea what had just happened.
“Why’d you bring that dog up here anyway?” The other in the room asked. “Do I get to hit him this time?”
“That’s enough, Seokmin.” Seungcheol cut in. “Just focus on Jun.”
“I know, I know.”
“You. Vernon, isn’t it? What are you doing here?”
“Don’t you know?”
“I have an idea, but I don’t know if that’s the truth. Answer me honestly and I’ll get the maknae to give you back your dignity and get that collar off.”
“What have you done with her?”
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.”
Seungcheol came over and grabbed the leash, pulling on it and making Vernon fall to his knees. After a moment Seungcheol knelt down and grabbed the boy’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. It was quiet for a moment, and Vernon could feel his resolve melting.
“You’re being a waste of talent. I admire you care so much for this girl, but have you stopped to realize that you’re probably not leaving this building ever again.”
“You gonna lock me up?”
“You wouldn’t be the first, but the circumstances would be different. Wanna try again to answer my question?”
“I’m here for my friend, is that good enough for you?”
“I suppose.”
Seungcheol got the collar off, returning it and the leash to Dino. He then helped Vernon get up, but the ropes would remain. He returned to Jun’s side, looking over the readings as Seokmin continued to examine the boy. The silence was awkward, but Vernon wasn’t done with the conversation.
“How… how is it that you run the CCTV here, that you have access to the robo-dogs and some robots as well. Your whole operation should have been shut down ages ago, yet here you are. I guess the better question is why.”
“Do you really wanna know?”
“Are you gonna answer me?”
Seokmin chuckled. “We’re gonna change the world.”
“What?”
“Those in power won’t ever do anything that goes against the status quo. So we must do it ourselves.”
“Are you insane!? What reason-”
“Reason?” Seunghceol questioned. “Look at the world around you, do you think it’s fair as it is now? That it doesn’t require change?”
“So you’re gonna start a revolution by hacking into robots and killing anyone who gets in your way? Is that your great plan?”
“You’re not thinking big enough. Robots aren’t completely reliable, but human connection is.  All we have to do is reach those in power, and we’ll make them understand.”
“Ah, you mean the music, don’t you?”
“I see you’re not just savvy with technology. You were present for a show earlier today, so I suppose you do understand what we’re doing here.”
“You mean brainwashing people? Like you said, I was at your show, and I’m not under your control, am I? Your music is shitty.”
“Don’t insult the Maestro. The fact their music can enthrall people is reason enough for you to worry, isn’t it? There are already people out there who understand us, just like the peacekeepers we have here. After all, how do you think your friend came to our theater?”
“Leave her out of your plans!”
“She’s here of her own will, and she’s helping us. Soon enough our music will reach more people, especially the difficult ones such as yourself.”
“I guess you can’t hear how crazy you sound since you’re brainwashed yourself!”
“Unfortunately those of us here can’t truly understand the Maestro’s work. The melody is beautiful but I can’t truly feel its power. Only the Maestro and the conductors can, and our guests at the theater. One day though, we’ll all be on the same page.”
“You’re all crazy.”
“I think you’d be a great addition to our team, truly. Although the choice is ultimately yours. We can always place you in a cell on the fifth floor until the time comes. I’m certain your other friend, Wonwoo, will join us though.”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“That depends, do you care to know more? Or can Jun knock you out again?”
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The elevator ride was crowded for Wonwoo, completely surrounded on all sides. He wasn’t going to try anything, and even if he did he’d surely get pinned. Vernon said only certain elevators went to certain floors, yet the one he was taken to had access to all floors, even the sub-levels. Something else was definitely going on here. When the doors opened there was an empty hallway before him. Those in front of him stepped out and then he did so. Although once out the others returned to the elevator and left, leaving him alone.
For a moment he thought to press the elevator button again, getting himself up to the seventeenth floor, but his own curiosity was winning out. At the end of the hall there was a door, and he could feel something on the other side calling to him. Without realizing he was walking down the hall, reaching for the doorknob and opening it. A blinding white light overtook his vision, his senses needing a moment to adjust. He stepped through, surrounded by technology and machines he didn’t quite understand. It seemed he was alone, until a familiar voice broke through the silence.
“I’m glad to see you came back.”
“You… I… are you alright…? Before when we-”
“I’m fine.” Joshua assured. “What happened back then wasn’t your fault. Honestly, it was surprising for us too.”
“What… what did happen? You were screaming and-”
“It’s complicated. I’m sure you have many questions, and I will do my best to answer them.”
“… where’s y/n?”
“Ah, the girl. She’s alright.”
“Why… why did you bring her here?”
“She came on her own, as do all the guests at our theater.”
“I know that’s a lie. I saw robots escorting her here. The music you play has a certain effect on people. You turned the other guests against us at the show before. That’s what you did to her to lure her in, isn’t it?”
“You really want to talk about her?”
“She’s the real reason I’m here.”
“Then why didn’t you go up to the seventeenth floor? Not that you could, but you didn’t even try. You can ask anything and you want to ask about her?”
“Why are you so reluctant to tell me? Why not just take me to her and let me ask her if everything you’ve said is true.”
“She’s unavailable at the moment, but if you want to talk about her, then there are other things that need to be discussed first.”
“Which are?”
“You, for starters. Tell me, when you grabbed my wand.” Joshua pulled his wand out of his sleeve. “How did you feel?”
Wonwoo couldn’t help but stare. The feeling from before was starting to creep back up. He had no idea what it was, let alone explain it.
“… energy… whatever it was… it was alive… it was coming to me… and it didn’t hurt… it was… intoxicating… it was power…”
“It was music, the power of music, specifically the Maestro’s music. The conductors perform it and the effects remain. I’m sure you felt it.”
“The music is dangerous. What you did to those people, to y/n-”
“Creating connection and understanding. Those who truly listen to the music find happiness and purpose. You could feel it, couldn’t you? A sense of peace.”
“More like a high. All those people were at your mercy.”
“We have no ill intentions here. We’re just trying to change the world for the better. You’ve seen some of our recruits, I was quite impressed to see you take on that many peacekeepers all alone.”
“So that’s why they were here. How many people have you… recruited?”
“Many, hard to keep track of. The Maestro’s music is unique in its abilities, but it cannot reach everyone, not yet that is.”
“So what do I have to do with this? What of y/n?”
“You could understand the music, feel its power, like myself. It means you’re special. Only the Maestro’s conductors can listen to the music and perform it. The Maestro themself is focusing on creating new compositions to bring more people in, so we conductors lead the show. You have the potential to be one, a conductor that is.”
“Me?”
“Only a conductor feels the power of the music. The wand is a means of commanding that power, and you felt that when you held mine. You could have your own. A few upgrades and some practice and you could do your own show.”
“Why would I join you?”
“The question is why wouldn’t you? Like you said, that power was intoxicating. You’ll never get another taste otherwise. Besides, your friend is with us now. You can speak with her yourself later, but right now I need your answer.” Joshua held out his wand. “Will you be joining us?”
“What if I say no?”
“I doubt that’d be your answer, but if you truly refuse, you’ll be locked up. We can’t have you causing trouble and getting in our way. So, what will it be?”
“What happens after… if I say yes?”
“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
“… show me.”
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“The name’s Minghao, shall we play?”
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A moment ago Mingyu was staring down at someone who seemed to be a conductor, yet they weren’t on stage nor did they have an audience. It seemed like it would be a quick and easy fight, but as Mingyu took a step down everything seemed to change. The lights went out, covering him in darkness. A moment later red lights began to shine, and a light from below illuminated the conductor. Instead of a wand he had a violin, and the red lights were emanating from it as he played. Although there wasn’t any sound, at least not at first. Minghao smiled and continued his song, then a moment later Mingyu heard an ear-piercing screech.
He yelled and covered his ears, falling to his knees. He took in a deep breath, trying to adjust to the sound, but that wasn’t his only problem. Out of the corner of his eye he could see robots entering the theater, and he knew what the outcome would be if he got caught. He needed to think fast, and figure out a way out of this. His eyes landed on the mask he had dropped, the peacekeeper one. Perhaps that could help him. He reached for it and slipped it on, trying to figure it out while the screeching continued. The system wasn’t too complicated and he managed to adjust the hearing and block out the Minghao’s song. He could only rest for a moment as the robots were closing in.
Mingyu jumped into the nearest row to avoid getting grabbed. He would have bolted straight to Minghao, but a few robots would stop him. He needed to figure something else out, although he stumbled in his steps when Minghao changed his tune and he heard the screeching again. He had to fumbled around with the mask controls again so he wouldn’t be incapacitated.  Once he was good he looked over to see Minghao wasn’t even watching him, but more focused on the music, clearly not affected by the melody the same way he was. He continued to move around and avoid the robots, trying to think of a plan. He looked at the settings on the mask to see if anything was helpful.
Besides the night vision there didn’t seem to be anything else the mask could do. Although he soon discovered he could control something else with the mask. All peacekeepers kept a baton with them, something he had taken as well. One would think it was normal, but from what Mingyu was seeing it had a stun option. He put the electricity to the highest voltage it could go and then activated. Surely with a weapon like this he could deal with the robots and get to the conductor. He didn’t approach any of the robots, wanting them to come to him so he could strike the best he could.
He was nervous with the first robot, knowing very well if this failed he was screwed. The first swing made contact with the robot’s head, causing an explosion of sparks, and the robot was knocked down. It seized and certain parts were shooting out sparks, but it seemed to be down for the count. Mingyu was satisfied with his new weapon, not afraid to take on the rest of the robots around him. He didn’t want to get cornered so he continued to move around, trying to get closer to Minghao while taking down robots and making sure the music didn’t throw him off. At one point he came face to face with two of the machines and stung at the closest one. Although his baton went right through it and the robot itself disappeared.
The moment of confusion cause him to let his guard down and the other robot, which was real, managed to grab him. He struggled in their grasp, managing to press the baton against its torso and get free. Now he had a new problem, not all the robots around him were real, and he had no way to tell them apart. His eyes focused on Minghao, starting to realize the music wasn’t just to mess with him and control the robots, but possibly causing these hallucinations as well. The only way to end all this was to take him down. Mingyu took in his surroundings, planning out the best route and executing it. 
He dodged as many robots as he could, and took down those in his way, reaching Minghao and tackling him to the ground. The other had realized too late that Mingyu had gotten close, getting pinned to the ground. The moment the music stopped everything changed. The theater was no longer pitch black, and there was no violin. Minghao was holding his wand and glaring up at Mingyu while he tried to free himself. Although Mingyu had a goal in mind, keeping Minghao pinned as he snatched the wand out of the other’s hand, taking off his mask.
“Let’s see if the same trick works twice.”
Mingyu snapped the wand in half, causing Minghao to scream in agony. Mingyu had no idea why that was the reaction, but he didn’t care for it. He threw the pieces to the side and made his way back to the stage. The lights suddenly went out again and he stopped, Minghao’s screams fading away. He looked back to see something glowing in the darkness, but the sound of the stage lights turning on caught his attention. He went up to the stage, seeing it was illuminated, and that someone was present. This new conductor took a bow, and then he found himself yanked up into the air by some unseen force.
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“Welcome to the stage.”
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“… where am I…?”
As you regained your senses once more you realized your environment had changed again. You were no longer in the theater, but a much brighter place. Different types of machines surrounded you, and you were sitting on some sort of examination table. You carefully got off, needing a moment for your legs to adjust. You tried to remember how you got here, but it was all a blur and thinking about it gave you a headache. Regardless of what you remembered, you knew that you needed to leave. You began walking around, looking for an exit. You thought you were alone until a rather familiar voice startled you.
“Welcome.”
You jumped and looked back at the source, seeing a boy with white hair, the one from the theater. They offered you a smile and bow, the same glowing wand in hand. You swear a moment ago there had been no one else present, and yet suddenly he was here.
“… hello…”
“Apologies for skipping parts, but I’ll introduce myself now. My name is Hoshi, welcome to the Metronome Theater.”
“… how did I even get to the theater? I was working and then…”
“We had some of our robots escort you here. The Maestro is eager to meet you.”
“The Maestro? Who’s that? Why… why me…?”
“You’ve heard them play the piano before, haven’t you?”
“… piano… you mean that was coming from here?”
“Yes. Not many can hear the Maestro play the piano, which is why they brought you here.”
“I don’t understand…”
“I assure you there’s nothing to be afraid of. Come, they’re waiting for you.”
Hoshi gestured for you to follow them, and you hesitantly took a step forward. You should have asked to leave, yet those words never came from your mouth. You were more curious about this Maestro and the piano you had heard. Many times when you told the others they had no idea what you were talking about, and this was proof you weren’t hearing things. So you followed Hoshi, wanting to know more. You came over to an elevator, stepping inside and seeing the button for seventeen light up. Hoshi merely smiled at you.
“You… you said not many can hear the piano… who else can hear it?”
“As far as we know, it’s just you and me.”
“You hear the piano too?”
“I’ve been the only one for a long time. It’s why the Maestro was so eager to meet you.”
“But how did you find me?”
“We have eyes and ears everywhere.”
“But down in the theater… what happened?”
“I assure you the Maestro will explain this all to you.”
When the elevator doors opened Hoshi gestured for you to step out, and then led you down another hall. You came to some double doors and then they opened on their own inviting you in. The room was grand, and quite empty, with no real furniture around, but what stood out was the piano. A gentleman was playing, the melody instantly captivating you. Your feet moved on their own, walking closer and closer to the piano, only stopping when the music did too. The gentleman stood up, greeting you with a smile.
“Hello, I’m the Maestro of the theater, but you may call me Woozi.”
“It’s… it’s a pleasure to meet you…”
“Likewise. I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time.”
“Like me?”
“You’re very special my dear, come, would you like me to play for you?”
Woozi came over to you and took your hand, leading you over to the piano. He had you sit, taking a seat next to you. He let you run your fingers along the keys before he started playing. There was something incredible about hearing the music so up close and personal. Your body swayed from side to side a bit, watching his fingers work. Occasionally Woozi would glance your way, able to play without fully seeing the keys. You didn’t know how much time passed as you listened to the beautiful melody, but it was suddenly rudely interrupted.
A screeching, feedback loop, type sound snapped you out of your daze, causing you to place your hands over your ears. You screamed, doubling over and falling to the ground. Despite the pain you became aware of something else, feeling this small metal disc against your head, and ripping it off. The pain immediately began to subside, allowing you to breathe. Although you couldn’t say the same for the other. Woozi was still in pain, stumbling around but ultimately falling to his knees.
“Hoshi! Find Joshua, now!”
A moment later Woozi seemed to calm down, getting back on his feet. You on the other hand remained where you were, unsure of what had just happened. When Woozi noticed you he put on a smile and made his way over, although you crawled back and he stopped.
“You have nothing to be afraid of. Are you alright?”
“What just happened… who are you… what’s going on…?”
“Take it easy. I can explain everything.”
Woozi reached out his hand to help you up, but you were reluctant to take it. He seemed to understand and knelt down, grabbing the little disc off the floor. He examined it before reaching over to put it back on your head but you swatted his hand away.
“What are you doing?”
“Truth is, I need your help, y/n.”
“Me? For what?”
“To change the world, to save it.”
“What?”
“There’s no music out there, no passion, no joy… I want to change that.”
“How?”
“Maestro.”
Hoshi interrupted, seeming to have appeared from nowhere. Woozi gave you a smile and went over to the other.
“What happened?”
“Some intruders in the theater rushed the stage and broke Joshua’s wand. He’s stable now and is being taken to the medical floor. As for the intruders, they’ve been thrown out, and the theater is currently locked down.”
“Good. Keep an eye on the situation.”
Woozi dismissed Hoshi and turned his attention back towards you. Before you could say or do anything you heard the sounds of a piano, a recording that is. You began to feel at ease, the melody washing away your tension and worries. Woozi came to your side, placing the disc back on your head and you felt a little spark of electricity coarse through you. Then he helped you to your feet and brought you back over to the piano.
“As I was saying before, my music is special, able to reach a person in a way nothing else can.” The music stopped, giving you a moment to regain your senses. “But it can’t reach everyone, not yet that is.”
“What did you do to me…”
“It’s rather difficult to explain, but my musical composition is able to lull people into a sort of trance, like putting them under a spell. Although it doesn’t work on everyone.”
“I… I still don’t understand what this has to do with me…”
“The piano is one of my greatest instruments. Yet for the longest of time it seemed that no one could truly hear the melody besides Hoshi, then you came along. I need your help in understanding what it is that draws you in. Specifically your brain waves, and how they react to my music.”
“Then… the device on my head…” You slowly reached up to it. “It’s monitoring my brain waves?”
“Recording them, yes, with your help I’ll be able to share my music with the world.”
“But if you’re… putting people… under your control then-”
“I don’t have any ill intentions. I just want to bring music back to the world, to bring peace.”
“… what if I refuse to help…”
“I’ll be honest, you don’t have a choice. You won’t find a way out of this theater, and as you know my music can start playing at any moment. Many of the robots and robo-dogs have been modified with speakers. You can’t escape.”
“… oh…”
“I want your help willingly, but I won’t let you leave either.”
“I understand…”
“You don’t have to be mentally present if you don’t want to.”
“I’m sure things will be better if I am. I also want to know what’s truly going on.”
“Thank you.” Woozi took your hand and kissed it. “I’ll continue playing now.”
There was still a lot on your mind. You were worried about your friends, but Woozi made it very clear you were stuck here, at least for the time being. Of course all your concerns were washed away when the music started playing. You were helpless to resist, finding yourself on cloud nine while you listened, the time passing by without meaning. When you finally had a chance to regain your senses you found yourself alone at the piano. You could vaguely make out voices around you, but you were focusing on getting your head on straight.
“Dino is monitoring the situation.”
“Thank you, Hoshi.”
Once your head wasn’t spinning you got up, looking over to see Woozi by himself. You swore you heard Hoshi before, but it was just the two of you in the room.
“You back with us?” Woozi questioned. “How about a tour? The others would like to meet you.”
“Others?”
“I don’t do this alone.”
Woozi hooked his arm around yours and led you back the way you came, or at least that’s what you thought, there was no way to tell. You came to an elevator, Woozi hitting the button for the eighth floor. It was a quick trip and once you arrived Woozi led you down a hall. You came to a huge room full of monitors, seeing the outside world, some still images and others in motion. There was a gentleman at a desk, browsing through some of the screens, but upon hearing you two he stood up to greet you.
“Maestro, what brings you down here? I see you have a friend.”
“This is the girl I was telling you all about. Y/n this is Dino, our eyes and ears.”
“Ah, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“So you… like, run security here?”
“No, that would be Seungkwan. I keep an eye on things outside the theater. I was the one who found you, fascinated by a piano that no one else could hear. I’m quite jealous, I’ve always wanted to hear the Maestro’s music.”
“It doesn’t affect you?”
“Unfortunately not, but you’ll be able to change that.”
“You really think so?”
“I believe so.”
“Hoshi told me what you were up to earlier.” Woozi mentioned. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, although we might have some guests soon.”
“Prepare for them.”
“Will do.”
“Let’s go meet some of the others.” Woozi said. “Come now.”
You merely went up one more floor, to the ninth, coming to a much different area. There were parts and machinery all around, kinda like some workshop. Many robots were around as well, seeming to be working on different things. You were quite fascinated as this reminded you of home, and the mess of electronics Vernon always left lying around. There were two gentlemen in the room talking, but their conversation ceased when you two entered, both greeting Woozi.
“It’s nice to see you as well. This is y/n, our special guest, y/n, this is Seungcheol and Seungkwan.”
“Hello…”
“Seungcheol works with the robots we have here, and with Seungkwan, who is in charge of security here.”
“I… I think I saw Seungkwan earlier… at the theater.”
“Yes. I’m also the director. I hope you enjoyed the show.”
“I did. May I ask what goes on here? This is a shop, isn’t it?”
“It’s my shop.” Seungcheol explained. “I work on some robots, a bit of cosmetic work but mostly programming. I have an implant that connects me to the robots in our network which makes it easier to do my job.”
“So you build robots here? I thought only the government did that.”
“I don’t make them, just some modifications, but Seokmin does create some pretty unique robots. You’ll like his workshop.”
“Speaking of.” Woozi interrupted. “Why don’t we go see him.”
Another elevator trip, this time going up to the twelfth floor. Just as Seungcheol said, this place was another workshop, although there were far more robot pieces lying around. You thought maybe other robots would be around, but there were only a few. If you didn’t know any better you’d think the floor was abandoned, but Woozi led you through everything with purpose, knowing exactly where to go. It wasn’t long before you came across another person, another two. One was lying on a table, and the other at the side looking at a computer screen. Without saying anything the one at the computer stopped and looked back, smiling at Woozi.
“Maestro, what brings you here?”
Then the person lying on the table sat up, startling you a bit, but they quickly apologized. You assured them you were fine, and apologized yourself as you didn’t mean to intrude on whatever they were doing.
“So this must be the girl you mentioned before.”
“It is. Y/n, meet Seokmin, and Jun.”
“Hello…”
“You’re very pretty.” One commented. “I’m Seokmin, and this is my shop.”
“Yes, Seungcheol mentioned it to me, he said you build robots.”
“I do. The Maestro is kind enough to let my imagination run wild.”
“What do you make robots for?”
“No real reason at all, it’s just fun. Besides, my skill set is very helpful for Jun.”
“Jun? Why?”
“I have a few robotic parts myself.” Jun explained. “So that leaves Seokmin, and Seungcheol, as my doctors.”
“Oh, that’s interesting.”
“Just doing some routine maintenance now.”
“I never would have thought you were a cyborg.”
“My handsome face hides it well, right?”
“I worked on that face so I can take partial credit.” Seokmin joked. “I used myself as inspiration.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Since you two are busy, we’ll leave you then.” Woozi said. “Shall we.”
Everyone you had met so far was interesting, and it made you wonder how they all wound up here. Although now you were very curious about one in particular. So you decided to ask as you made your way to the next floor.
“May I ask something?”
“Hm?”
“What happened to Jun?”
“Peacekeepers. He stole something and they hunted him down, beat him to a pulp and left him for dead. It happened in my area, and I wasn’t just going to watch the boy die. My people brought him here and fixed him up. He had some severe wounds which required different treatment, with his consent of course.”
“So… those that are here… they know what you’re doing, right?”
“Of course.”
“And they’re okay with it? They’re on board?”
“Yes. They understand what I’m trying to do here and believe in my cause. They’re here to help me, and I appreciate them.”
“They’re here because they want to be, yet I can’t leave.”
Woozi chuckled. “You’re a special case.”
The doors opened and you arrived to the fifteenth floor, where you had originally woken up. It made you a bit nervous to be back here, but Woozi seemed calm as usual. Last time you were here it was quiet and felt abandoned, but now you could hear machines operating, and a few muffled voices here and there. It seemed that you were heading towards those voices as they got louder and louder. You came over to a group of people, seeing a gentleman lying in bed, two others at his side and Hoshi looking at the monitor.
“Maestro, you’re here.”
“How is he?”
“Stable and recovering.”
“And the rest of you?”
“Fine. Although we should be asking you. The sudden disruption-”
“I’m alright.”
“And her?”
All eyes suddenly turned to you, making you nervous. Although now that you had their attention you realized the gentleman dressed in black seemed familiar.
“I’m okay… but what… what are you talking about…?”
“I haven’t explained all that yet.” Woozi admitted. “We can do so now while you get examined.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You can have a seat over here.”
You were led over to one of the beds nearby, taking a seat and having Woozi remove that little chip on your head. While that happened the gentleman in black asked a question.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
“Ah, yes, it was lovely… uh… I hate to ask… but have we met before?”
“I would say so. I’m Jeonghan, I was the conductor for your show. This is Minghao, and our friend who is recovering is Joshua. You’ve met Hoshi, right?”
“I have. Then, are you all conductors?”
“We are.”
“So what happened to Joshua?”
“You felt it earlier.” Minghao commented. “That shrieking. Some bastard broke Joshua’s wand.”
“The conductor wand?”
“Yes. They’re much more than they seem.”
“But why would breaking that hurt him?”
“We’re all connected here.” Hoshi mentioned. “Through this neural network and the Maestro’s music. The conductor’s wand serves as a way to keep them connected, while also allowing them to access the true power of the music.”
“It’s more like it flows through us.” Jeonghan explained. “And we can manipulate it from there.”
“You mean control people.”
“One can do much more with lots of practice and patience.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see.”
From what you could tell Woozi was downloading the contents from the chip, your brainwave readings. Your eyes lingered on Joshua as he laid in bed. You remembered the headache from before, so you couldn’t imagine what he had felt if he wound up unconscious. Although a moment later the boy jumped up from the bed, clearly panicked. The others held him down, hoping to keep him from hurting himself. Hoshi gently placed his hand behind Joshua’s head and the boy seemed to calm down.
“You’re alright.” Jeonghan assured. “The others are fixing your wand and Hoshi is keeping the connection stable.”
“Where are they…”
“Gone. So don’t worry about them.”
“They were looking for-”
“We know. You can say hello.”
“Huh?”
Jeonghan gestured over to you, and Joshua’s eyes followed, seeming to be surprised. He offered you a weak smile, trying to figure out some words.
“Hello… you doing okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Are you?”
“I’m fine. How do you feel though? How was the music?”
“Beautiful. It lingers in the back of my mind.”
“You should let me perform for you sometime.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
“I’ll give you a show as well.” Minghao added. “So look forward to that too.”
“Alright. I will.”
“The data looks promising.” Woozi stated. “Shall we move on to the next phase?”
“Next phase? What’s that?”
“It will be much easier to monitor you when you’re directly connected to our network.”
“Wait, you want to put something in my head? Like an-”
“It won’t hurt at all. Honestly you’ll be-”
“No, no I said I’d help you with this but-”
“This is part of it.”
“But… I…”
Minghao came over to your side and held out his wand. You stared at it confused, not sure what he was implying.
“Since you’re the Maestro’s special girl, you’ll be able to feel the power before you’re fully connected. Go on, grab it, tell me how you feel.”
You hesitantly grabbed the wand, not feeling anything at first and then it slowly began to hit. You felt this warmth starting to grow inside you, to spread and open up your senses. The melody in the back of your mind was starting to become clearer and you could remember its beauty. Perhaps this feeling was like getting high, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Although the feeling didn’t last long as Minghao took the wand back, quickly leaving you feeling cold.
“Wait-”
“Sorry, but since you’re not in our network it’s dangerous for you to hold a wand for too long. But I’ll tell you this, that feeling will only be better once you join us.”
“This is all really starting to sound like a cult…”
Minghao chuckled. “If you want to see it that way, but the Maestro is right, we need you.”
“And I can’t refuse…”
“Do you want to? Leave that is. Do you think you could walk away now? You’d probably still hear the Maestro’s music playing out in the streets. Could you resist the urge to come back?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“I do.” Jeonghan admitted. “I tried walking away, but you can see how that turned out.”
“What… what’s gonna happen to me?”
“Right now I need to administer a sedative.” Woozi explained. “You need to be in a relaxed state both physically and mentally before we can begin the procedure. Then you’ll just sleep. When you wake, well, I can’t really describe the sensation since it’s always been with me. Although I’m sure one of my conductors can.”
“It feels like truly waking up.” Joshua recounted. “You realize that you were never actually awake until that moment. Your senses are heightened, and you can feel this energy in the air. The feeling only grows stronger when there’s music and it creates this harmony within you. It might not be easy to understand the Maestro’s music or intentions, but once you reach this deeper level of connection it all makes sense. You feel bits of it now, and that’s what draws people to the theater. It’s what ultimately brought you here.”
“Oh…”
“May we begin?” Woozi asked. “Or do you need a moment?”
“No… you can start.”
Woozi gave you a smile and stepped over to a table near the bed. He grabbed a needle and vial, filling the needle. You watched intently, starting to feel a bit nervous. He asked for your arm, which you gave, watching as he stuck the needle in you and emptied out its contents. Afterwards he had you lay down, telling you that you’d feel the effects soon.
“I’ll go get Seokmin, I’ll return shortly.”
Minghao offered to go with Woozi, needing to talk to him about something. Jeonghan took over from there, attaching some patches and wires to you. Hoshi came to the other side, looking over the monitor. All this was making you more uneasy.
“Wait… wait-”
You reached over to grab Hoshi’s arm, only for your hand to go right through him like he was some sort of ghost. You looked up at him with wide eyes, glancing at your hand as if something would change.
“… you… you’re not real…”
“I am.” Hoshi assured with a smile. “I’m just not physically here.”
“… what… what happened?” You asked. “I… I’ve been curious about you… with everything Woozi said…”
“Hm. Shall I tell you a story while you drift off?”
“Okay…”
Hoshi glanced back at the monitors, making sure everything was alright. Then you noticed a chair roll over to your bedside, Hoshi taking a seat. You knew he wasn’t physically present but he was trying to seem as normal as possible.
“I’ve known the Maestro since we were kids, we grew up together. He always had an affinity for music, and we’d do our best to scavenge for instruments or parts to make our own. Neither of us realized at first, but when he played, he drew me in. This energy surrounded him, making it seem like the world wasn’t such a bad place. Eventually the Maestro became aware of how I’d get when he played, he was worried but I assured him I was fine and wanted to hear more. That’s when he started performing for others. Many who heard his music had a smile on their face, and the world seemed like a better place. I believe he would have been content just playing on the streets for random strangers, but you know the city. One day peacekeepers came, and I couldn’t let the Maestro get hurt. I told him to run and I took the fall.”
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“I was hurt badly and left for dead. When the Maestro found me again he feared he would lose me. Everything was hazy, but somehow the Maestro got help, and that’s how he met Seokmin. They stabilized me, but I wasn’t exactly conscious. I wasn’t very responsive, but apparently I still reacted to the Maestro’s music. It gave him hope, and so they tried something else to help me. The Maestro met Seokmin’s friends, Seungcheol and Dino, and they put something in my head, letting me project my consciousness outside my body. The guys did a bit of adjustments and here I am.”
Despite everything you had been told you couldn’t help but reach up, wanting to touch Hoshi’s face, but once again your hand just went through him. Hoshi chuckled, giving you an amused look.
“Sorry.”
“… where… where is your body?”
“Somewhere in this building.”
“… are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s been a while but I’m making progress. I’ll be up on my feet soon.”
“Woozi really cares about you…”
“He does.”
“Because… your situation… is that why he needs me?”
“Yes. Although I know you would have come here eventually. The music is so beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“You should close your eyes and sleep. I’ll have a surprise for you when you wake up.”
A small smile appeared on your lips, and you gave a little nod. It was already a bit of a struggle to stay awake, so you closed your eyes and let yourself sink into the darkness. You were still nervous, not knowing what would happen, but by now it was far too late to object.
♩. ♩. ♩. ♩. ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 𝅗𝅥.
“If I agree… do I get to see y/n?”
“That could be arranged.”
“Fine. I’ll see what’s going on with your cult.”
“Not a cult but-”
Seungcheol groaned and grabbed his head, falling to his knees. Jun also screamed and fell back on the table, thrashing around a bit. Even the other two seemed to be suffering from some sudden headache. Vernon was left unaffected, and he had seen this scene before, back at the theater. Although he had no idea what was going on. He thought to use this chance to get out of his restraints and try to escape, but Dino wasn’t affected as badly, so he knocked Vernon down to the ground. A moment later it seemed the headaches had passed, and they were all recovering.
“I should probably go check on our guest after this.” Seokmin commented. “Take care of Jun.”
“Yeah. We’ll follow shortly.” Seungcheol assured.
“Wait, guest?” Vernon questioned. “You mean y/n?”
“Maybe.”
Seungcheol checked in on Jun, seeing the boy was just catching his breath. He looked over his vitals again, assuring the boy he was fine. They all were.
“What happened to you all just now?”
“It’s complicated, but we’re fine.”
“Are you? I saw this before with Joshua, the conductor, when his wand broke. Why the hell does that hurt, why does it hurt all of you?”
“We’re connected.” Seungcheol admitted. “And you’ve been interfering with it, but if you’re truly on our side, you won’t be a problem anymore. I can’t say the same for your friend.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We’ll see.”
Vernon was still uncertain about everything, but he knew he had to go along with this to see you. By now his own personal curiosity had also taken hold and he wanted to know what was really going on in this theater.
“Our presence is requested at the theater. Let’s go.”
♩. ♩. ♩. ♩. ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 𝅗𝅥.
Wonwoo felt the pull of the wand, but despite Joshua holding it out for him, he was not allowed to touch it. There was some disappointment, but he wasn’t going to voice that. He had made his choice, and he wanted to see what came of it. Joshua smiled, glad by his decision and then led the way further into the lab. Wonwoo followed, not sure if he should speak, although he soon rushed past his guide. He came to another room lined with beds and noticed one was occupied, seeing you. He ran over to the bedside, taking your hand and calling your name, but there was no response.
“What did you do to her!”
“She’s fine. She’s merely resting after the procedure.”
“What procedure? What are you talking about?”
“She chose to join us, and thus became part of our connection. It’s a painless procedure. One you’d surely participate in if you’re serious about your choice.”
“When will she wake?”
“Soon. Hoshi should be by momentarily to check on her.”
“Who?”
“You’ve seen him before.”
Wonwoo still didn’t really understand, but you were the bigger concern. He was mostly glad to have found you again, although this wasn’t the state he was hoping to see you in. A moment later he saw someone else approach the bed. He looked up to see another boy at your side, white hair, looking at the screens, and very familiar to Wonwoo.
“It’s you…”
“Hello. You won’t attack Joshua again, will you?”
“No… no… but you… how… how is she?”
“Stable. She took everything well, and should wake soon.”
“Are… are you the Maestro?”
“No, but I’m flattered. My name is Hoshi, and I’m the internal conductor.”
“Internal conductor?”
“The Maestro has a multitude of conductors to spread their music, but I do not leave the theater, and I keep everyone connected. I’m actually very glad to properly meet you. I have a proposal for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes. You have a strong connection to the Maestro’s music. You felt it during the show, moreso when you held Joshua’s wand. You have the potential to be a conductor, and your ideal physical state would make you a great one.”
“You want me to be a conductor?”
“You’ll come to truly understand what we do here, and wield power unlike anything you could imagine.”
“And why would I accept? You kidnapped my friend, and hurt the others.”
“I saw your little trio trespassing into the theater. We could have thrown you out, but we didn’t. In fact you would have come back on your own, the pull of the Maestro’s music is very strong. You came all the way here. Do you really think you can walk away now?”
“You-”
Wonwoo’s words were cut short as he heard a groan, looking over to see you moving and whimpering. He was excited to see you waking up, holding your hand tightly.
“Y/n, it’s me, can you hear me?”
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light, but you thought you were dreaming when you saw Wonwoo. His familiar smile made you feel warm, and then you felt his hand, realizing this wasn’t a dream.
“Wonwoo… how…?”
“Hey, how are you feeling? Are you alright?”
“I… I’m fine… but… when did you… get here?”
“Your friends came looking for you.” Hoshi stated. “And I wanted to speak with Wonwoo.”
“Oh… is everything okay?”
“You tell me. How do you really feel?”
“I…”
Your senses were starting to come back to you, but it was certainly different this time. You could feel this energy in the air, but more importantly you could sense others. Joshua had this glow around him, as did Hoshi, but Wonwoo didn’t. You could sense the presence of the two, and then had a feeling in the back of your head of others close by. As you were lost in thought you saw Hoshi reach over to caress your cheek, and to your surprise you felt the warmth of his touch. You looked at him with wide eyes, reaching over to take his hand in yours. It didn’t feel like Wonwoo’s hand, but different. Almost like a ghost, just on the edge of physicality, like the flow of water or a cool breeze.
“How…?”
“You’re part of our network now, you’re connected to the rest of us so my essence is that much stronger for you to pick up on. Strong enough to be physical, even if just a bit.”
“It’s incredible.”
Wonwoo had been quietly watching the whole time, not really liking the situation. He reached over to move Hoshi’s hand, but he couldn’t touch the boy. His hand passed right through the other, confusing him as you appeared to be able to make contact.
“What is this…”
“Power.” You mumbled. “It’s in the air and everywhere. Only when you’re connected does it manifest into something more. Like the music. When you really listen to it, you open your eyes to a whole other world.”
“Very poetic.” Hoshi chuckled. “You’re very good with words.”
“I guess… but what did you want to talk to Wonwoo about?”
“The Maestro would like for him to be a conductor.”
“Really?”
“He has great potential.”
“That’s incredible Wonwoo.”
“I don’t know what any of this means, y/n.” Wonwoo reminded. “I only came here looking for you.”
“I’m sorry… I really wouldn’t have wanted to worry you, but things were out of my hands.”
“I’m sure they were, but we should get out of here.”
“I’m not leaving Wonwoo, I can’t.”
“What do you mean? What did they say to you?”
“They just told me about the Maestro, and what he’s doing. I want to help him.”
“You don’t know him.”
“Not truly, not yet, but I’ve seen enough to know that I want to help. There’s this energy, this warmth inside of me because of the Maestro and I know the world would be a better place if everyone could experience this. They’re not evil, Wonwoo. You should stay too actually. The things we could do.”
“I’m not so sure I understand what they’re talking about.”
“All the more reason to stay and find out. Together we-”
Your words were cut off as a searing pain overtook you. Wonwoo could only watch as you suddenly began to scream and thrash. He tried holding you down, hearing similar cries of anguish from Joshua. The boy had collapsed to the ground. Hoshi wasn’t as affected, seeming more irritated than anything else.
“What’s happening!?” Wonwoo yelled. “What did you do!?”
“It’s your friend who did this!”
Hoshi seemed to glitch out of existence, leaving Wonwoo alone to worry about you. He didn’t know what to do in order to help you, but the pain didn’t last too long. After a moment you seemed to calm down, although you were whimpering and seemed very out of it. Joshua stumbled to his feet, not in a good condition himself, but he was worried about you. He looked over at the machines, making sure all the readings were well.
“What happened?” Wonwoo asked again. “What was that?”
“Your friend broke another wand.”
“I don’t understand, will y/n be okay?”
“Yes. I’m sure Seokmin and Hoshi will be here any moment now.”
“Why are you on your feet?!”
Another boy suddenly came rushing into the room. He grabbed Joshua and sat him down on the nearest bed, getting him to lie down.
“I’m fine, Seokmin.”
“Sure you are. Not like you’re still recovering from the last incident.”
“I was checking on y/n.”
“I’ll do that, you just relax.”
Seokmin went over to the monitors, completely ignoring the other. A while later another rather familiar face showed up. The director, Seungkwan, came up, and Seokmin told him to look over Joshua. Wonwoo stayed quiet and watched Seokmin like a hawk, remaining silent until a needle was pulled out.
“What’s that for?”
“A minor sedative. She’s gonna need it in order to stabilize.”
“Where’s Hoshi?”
“Dealing with Minghao. I’m sure he’ll be back momentarily.”
“Are you sure she’ll be okay?”
“Have a little faith.”
It was good to see you at ease with the sedative. You weren’t unconscious, but you certainly weren’t all there. Wonwoo was glad to keep you company, listening to you tell him about the theater and the Maestro. He wasn’t sure if any of it was real, or just propaganda you had been fed. Still, he just wanted to make sure you were alright. Although you were asking him to stay, to take on the roll he had been offered, but it wasn’t that simple.
“You know Vernon and Mingyu are here too. We got separated and-”
“Vernon is with the others down on the ninth floor.” Seokmin interrupted. “As for Mingyu, who do you think is causing all this?”
“Oh…”
“He’s made it far enough.” Seungkwan added. “Jeonghan will deal with him.”
“Jeonghan?” You questioned. “What is he gonna do?”
“Nothing bad, I promise.”
“Let me talk to him. I can reason with Mingyu. He’s only here and causing trouble because he’s looking for me. Please.”
“Y/n.”
“I don’t want to be the reason something bad happens to anyone.”
“Let her.” Joshua cut in. “It would benefit all of us.”
“Fine. I’ll have the others gather around as well.”
“Where are you going?” Wonwoo asked. “Because I’m going with you.”
“To the grand theater on the thirteenth floor.”
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“Put me down!” Mingyu screamed. “Now!”
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“Why would I do that? You’ve been nothing but trouble.”
“You must be the Maestro then.”
“I’m honored, but no. My name is Jeonghan, the lead conductor. You should have stayed out, but you don’t seem all that bright. Since you didn’t learn from your past mistakes, I suppose it’s only fair to teach you properly.” 
Jeonghan got into place, as if he was performing, but there was no audience, and no orchestra. He didn’t need that.
“I’ve always wanted to perform this piece. I hope you like it.”
Jeonghan took a breath and closed his eyes, beginning his performance. It seemed rather funny at first, to see him leading the air, but then Mingyu began to hear it. A slow and steady rhythm slowly becoming audible. Mingyu had an idea as to where this was going, but before he could get the mask back on it was ripped from his hands and fell off stage into darkness. In a matter of seconds the music was loud and clear, but it wasn’t this shrieking sound. Instead it felt like this pressure in his head. Mingyu screamed, there was nothing he could do to make this pain go away. The pressure was gradually increasing so it was only a matter of time before he passed out. He had to do something.
With the bits of conscious thought he had left he tried to come up with a plan. Jeonghan was engrossed in his performance, eyes closed and moving with such fluidity. The only thing Mingyu had was the stun baton. He had one shot to use it, and if he failed it’d be all over. He focused on his plan, getting the baton and figuring out how to throw it before electrifying it. The task was complicated, but he didn’t have much time, so he took his shot. He aimed for the chest and electrified the baton, throwing it with all the strength he had. The pain grew worse so he couldn’t see the outcome, but hearing a scream and falling to the floor was answer enough.
Mingyu groaned from the impact, but he forced himself up. He stumbled as his body was aching and he had yet to properly regain his senses. Still he managed to get to Jeonghan, ripping the wand from his hand. Although before he could do anything Jeonghan had gotten the stun baton and hit Mingyu with it. Now the two were down and recovering from being electrocuted. The wand fell from Mingyu’s hand and rolled away, at least it couldn’t be used against him for the moment. Since Jeonghan had been hit first, he recovered before Mingyu, managing to get back on his feet. He held his hand out and Mingyu watched as the wand returned to him.
“Clever. Maybe you’re not all that dumb, but your game ends here.”
Jeonghan walked over to Mingyu, staring down at him before placing a foot on his chest. He put pressure and watched as Mingyu squirmed, attempting to get him off. When he managed to get some movement he used it to get out from under Jeonghan, rolling away and getting onto one knee. Before he did anything else he heard another voice and looked over to see that at the other end of the stage there was a boy with white hair, and a glowing wand in his hand. The same boy he had seen before.
“Enough.”
“I had this under control.” Jeonghan stated. “I didn’t require assistance.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“You must be the Maestro.” Mingyu breathed out. “What took you so long?”
“I’m not the Maestro, but I was sent here on their behalf. You’re not worth their time, but we’ve all had enough of you hurting us. Jeonghan.”
“I know.”
Before Mingyu realized it he was back in the air again, although not so high off the ground this time. The white haired boy walked over to him, glaring.
“Hoshi, stop!”
Despite your state you rushed onto the stage and grabbed Hoshi. Your hand slipped through him a bit, but he still moved because of your touch. His gaze shifted to you and softened. He wouldn’t act for now, you trusted that. Wonwoo stayed behind with Seungkwan, watching.
“Y/n, are you okay!?” Mingyu asked. “Did they hurt you!?”
“I’m fine. Can you put him down?” You asked Jeonghan. “Please.”
“I don’t believe that’s a good idea.”
“Jeonghan.”
“Do it.” Hoshi said. “We outnumber him anyway.”
Mingyu was gently let down, and as soon as his feet hit the ground he stepped towards you and pulled you into a hug. You were a bit amused by his actions, but didn’t mind. You hugged him back, assuring him you were alright.
“Everything’s okay. I’m sorry I made you worry.”
“I know it’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re okay. Let’s go now.”
Mingyu took your hand and started pulling you along to step off the stage but Jeonghan got in his way.
“You’re not leaving.”
“Get out of my way.”
“Mingyu, please don’t fight. Look, I don’t want to leave this place, I’m not going to leave.”
“What?”
“I know things didn’t go so well at first, but they’re not bad people.”
“They kidnapped you.”
“Not really. I came here because of the piano, because of the Maestro, and-”
“I know what their music does to people, and it’s clear you’ve been affected.”
“It’s more complicated than that.” Wonwoo cut in. “She’s made it very clear she’s not gonna leave.”
“So then you’re gonna stay with her? We were attacked by peacekeepers and robots, not to mention Vernon is still missing.”
“Not anymore.”
Wonwoo gestured out to the crowd as he saw the doors open. Vernon and a few others entered the theater. As soon as Vernon saw you he ran up to the stage, no longer restrained in any way. He came to you and embraced you in a hug. The trio that escorted him up remained out in the aisles, watching.
“They didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”
“No, not at all.”
“Good. So we can leave now?”
“Apparently not.” Mingyu stated. “She doesn’t want to leave. The music has gotten to her head.”
“Y/n, this place-”
“I’m not brainwashed or anything! Woozi told me what he’s doing here, and what I can do to help. So I’m not leaving. I’ve already explained some things to Wonwoo. You don’t have to leave either, you guys can help too.”
“I’ve already heard the story.” Vernon mentioned. “I’m not sure I’m on board. Being involved with a revolution, we’re practically signing our death certificates.”
“A revolution?” Mingyu questioned. “Is that what these nutjobs think they’re doing?”
“They’re not crazy.” You countered. “I know what they’re doing, and I know it’s gonna work. Woozi just needs my help so his music can reach everyone, including you guys.”
“I’m not gonna leave you here to be a pawn in their game. If they want to start a revolution, they can try, but none of us are taking part in it. Wonwoo, tell her this is crazy.”
“I don’t know…”
“So they got to you too. Vernon?”
“They’re kinda scary with the tech they got here…”
Mingyu scoffed. “I cannot believe you two. Are you seriously considering this?”
“I’m not so sure we have much of a choice anymore…”
“Then I’ll leave on my own.”
It really felt like this whole thing was all for nothing, but Mingyu wasn’t going to stay where he wasn’t wanted. Although Jeonghan stayed where he was.
“Move.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Jeonghan, just let him go.” You said. “I’m not gonna make anyone stay.”
“That’s not your decision to make.”
“What?”
“The Maestro has no intention of letting any of you leave.”
Mingyu was suddenly up in the air again, Vernon as well. You glared at Jeonghan but he merely shook his head at you. This wasn’t his doing, but the Maestro’s.
“This is not what the theater is for.”
You looked back to see Woozi walking towards center stage, Minghao, Joshua, and Seungkwan at his side. Everyone was present now.
“Minghao, are you alright?” You asked. “A moment ago-”
“After the earlier incident we’ve created contingencies.” Minghao explained. “Much faster recovery time. Are you alright though?”
“Better now.”
“You should be resting.” Woozi stated. “Not down here.”
“I wanted to talk to my friends. Make them see reason.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“So it’s you then.” Mingyu cut in. “You’re the Maestro.”
“Yes, I’m the Maestro, and you’ve been trespassing.”
“I’m more than happy to leave now.”
“I’m sure you are, but that is no longer an option. You forfeit that when you set foot in my theater.”
“Look, I want nothing to do with your little revolution thing, so I’ll keep my mouth shut. You don’t have to worry.”
“But I do.”
Woozi brought Mingyu closer to him, bringing the peacekeeper mask to his hands as well. He examined it with an amused grin and then looked up at Mingyu.
“You went through a lot of trouble just to see me and now you want to leave. Kinda disappointing. If you want to play dress up though, how about I make it real. Why don’t you become one of my peacekeepers.”
“What?”
“I’m always in need of more peacekeepers. My music can only reach so many at the moment, but someone like you could lead them. You could actually embody the name they carry.”
Mingyu scoffed. “Are you seriously offering me a position when I already said I want nothing to do with you?”
“Your words are surely disappointing y/n, but I’m not asking. I know you’ll truly come around eventually. Same for Vernon.”
“What the hell are you talking about!?”
“Y/n cares about you. The last thing I want is for her to be upset.”
“Wait, Woozi, I don’t-”
“Hoshi.”
“Yes, Maestro.”
Hoshi came up behind you, placing a hand against your face. Your eyes went wide and your vision went dark. You felt this sudden warmth spread through you, calming your nerves and pulling your consciousness under into tranquility. Your eyes glazed over, starting to glow just as a few glowing veins spread around from where Hoshi’s hand made contact with you. His own eyes were glowing, completely engulfed in white.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
“Silence.”
One moment everything was normal, and then Woozi’s eyes were glowing, and the same had happened to the others. The conductors moved to the edges of the stage, silent and without emotion. Then they began moving in unison, performing a silent melody. Wonwoo felt a change in the air, something moving through the empty space, partially making him dizzy. He stumbled and took a step back, shaking his head to stay awake. Although he soon noticed Mingyu and Vernon were passed out, and dropped on the floor. The others had come to the stage, grabbing the two and removing them.
Wonwoo took a step forward, wanting to stop them, but that seemed difficult at the moment. He couldn’t reach either of his friends, and you were clearly unavailable as well. All he could do was watch, not understanding what was happening, but still being hit with this energy and staying put. Then Woozi glanced over at him, a smirk appearing on his face and walking over to the boy.
“That leaves you.”
Now Wonwoo knew he was stuck in place, those glowing eyes sending a chill down his spine. Everything in this theater had been strange from the beginning, but this was starting to let him know just how dangerous it was to be here. 
“You can’t fully hear my lullaby, but you can feel it, can’t you? Only those outside my network will be affected, but you are dancing the line.” Everyone spoke as one, following the Maestro’s lead. “You don’t have to worry about y/n. I don’t want her to remember any of this and I have the means to guarantee that. So it’s just you and me now.”
Just as Woozi said that he snapped his fingers, everyone else disappearing. Now it really was just the two of them but Wonwoo could still feel the energy in the air, feel this melody in the back of his head. The others weren’t really gone, just invisible to him now. He knew that for sure as Woozi’s voice continued to boom with the echo of everyone else speaking with him.
“… what… what do you want…”
“The answer is very simple.”
Woozi held his hand out, a wand manifesting out of nowhere, glowing brightly. It was just like the one Hoshi had. Woozi seemed to examine it for a moment before holding it out to Wonwoo.
“I could use a conductor such as yourself. Someone who will be much better at guiding y/n due to a personal connection. You are free to refuse, but not many can, not an offer like this.”
“Why ask if you seem to know the answer… did I ever really have a choice? Did anyone here?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Woozi chuckled, his laughter echoing in the theater. “Does it?”
“… no…”
Wonwoo reached out to grab the wand. It wasn’t like before, this energy felt stronger, and it hit him like a crashing wave. Everything around him seemed to stabilize, and those that had disappeared were back in view. The glow of the wand traveled down to his arm like veins, and he could feel them digging deep and planting roots within him. This sensation was only growing stronger, and he knew at that moment he’d never let it go.
“What do I do now?”
“Follow the Maestro’s lead.”
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bad decisions part 2 || Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader
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Summary: the beginning of yours and Rafe’s relationship (this takes place during the time where Sarah and John B aren’t dating). You and Rafe start dating, eventually leading to your first time
warnings: 18+, smut, slight angst, some curse words, mentions of drinking, just fanfiction, minors do not interact
author’s note: English is my second language (and I wrote this in the middle of the night) so please ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes
“Where do you think you’re going?” John B asked you. Your older brother had always been so over protective.
“I’m going out,” you shrugged casually, trying to walk past John B and leave the house.
“Where are you going?” John B asked, stopping you again.
“Bye!” You called out to him as you walked out the door and waving, ignoring his question.
You were going over to the kook’s part of the island, and the reason you didn’t tell your brother that is because the car in front of your house belonged to Rafe Cameron. He was waiting there for you in his car, grinning when he saw you walk up to him. He got out of the car to open up the passenger seat door for you.
“Thanks,” you smiled at him, a bit surprised at how polite he was being. “You’re welcome, princess,” Rafe replied, letting you get into the seat before closing the door for you, and the nickname made you roll your eyes.
You two went out to one of the restaurants in town that belonged to one of the richest kooks in town. You had never been there before, you didn’t even know the name of the restaurant. As a pogue and a Routledge, you were always intimated by these sorts of places. It wasn’t too fancy, considering it was still the outer banks, but there was still no way you could afford anything there.
“Rafe…” you trailed off, a bit nervous as you whispered to him, “I don’t have enough money to even afford the fries here…”
“Relax, I brought you here, of course I’m paying for our date,” Rafe said as if it was obvious, but also like he really didn’t like making you worry. Trying to read Rafe Cameron was way more difficult than you could have ever imagined.
You two spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking. It was surprising, actually. You would have never thought that a kook and a pogue like yourself would have anything in common that you could talk about for an hour. You talked about everything you two could think of. He asked you about your hobbies, so you told him about how you loved surfing, making jewelry, and saving turtles with Kiara. You didn’t know what to expect from the date, but it was actually amazing.
Afterwards he drove you home and asked you if you wanted to come to a party with him on Friday in a few weeks. You knew it would be a kook party, what other party would Rafe Cameron go to? And as much as you didn’t want to be in a house full of arrogant kooks, you were seriously starting to like Rafe.
You two spent every day before the party going on dates, and every day he surprised you with how nice and charming he actually was. During those days, your brother, John B, still disapproved of you hanging out with kooks, and then livid when he found out you were dating Rafe. But you really didn’t care what John B thought.
When you and Rafe entered the house, the first thing that you noticed was the cacophony of music and voices and random kooks breaking expensive things. You also noticed all the different types of alcohol that this house had, and how the kook teens wasted all of it so carelessly. The air was thick with a mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and the scent of alcohol. You weaved through the groups of teens, following Rafe to wherever he was leading you.
He introduced you to his friends Topper and Kelce, and then his sister Sarah. They all joked about what you were doing with Rafe, Sarah even said you could do better before walking off to some other group with Topper. All their comments made Rafe tense up. But those were better than all of the stares and whispers from everyone else, all directed at you. Kooks wondering who invited the pogue into the party, how you got to date Rafe Cameron, and why you thought you were welcome there. Any time Rafe would hear someone make a comment about you, his grip on your hand got tighter, more protective.
People, who Rafe knew, would come up to you two and ask him things like, “where’d you even find this girl?” They would laugh, and some pretended like they were only kidding, but you knew they weren’t. You knew you didn’t belong at this party, that you didn’t belong with any of these kooks. And you didn’t want to belong with any of them anyway, so why did their words still affect you?
Maybe part of you was hoping you and Rafe would make a good couple, maybe you could actually work. You knew it was a stupid idea, a look and a pogue.
Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore, and so you began to walk away from Rafe, brushing past the crowd of people distracting him. But of course he noticed you leaving. You struggled to get past everyone and were just about to walk out the door.
“Where are you going?” And of course you recognized his voice. Rafe was standing there in front of you when you turned around.
“I’m leaving,” you said simply, but his hold on your wrist prevented you from turning around and heading out the door.
“I can see that, so why? Where you going?” Rafe asked, and for a moment there you could’ve sworn he sounded disappointed.
“Home,” you answered, and the look on Rafe’s face almost made you feel bad. He let go of his grip on your arm.
“Why?” Rafe asked, visibly confused.
“I just don’t think I should stay,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him, “it’s not like anyone really wants me here anyway…”
“I want you here,” Rafe said, scoffing as if you were being ridiculous.
You didn’t say anything so he continued talking, “don’t tell me it’s about that shit those drunk idiots said.”
“Well… they’re not wrong…” you trailed off, still not looking Rafe in the eye.
Rafe gently grabbed hold of your chin, lifting you head up so you’d look him in the eye, and told you, “yeah, they are.”
You rolled your eyes at Rafe, not really believing him, so he kissed you. Since you guys started dating, you’ve kissed before, but this kiss was different. He leaned down so he could be closer to you, and the kiss was so passionate you almost forgot about everything and everyone in the world. You forgot about the stares, the comments, the mean jokes, the kooks, and the pogues. In that moment, it was just you and Rafe. Once you finally pulled away from the kiss, you were slightly out of breath and Rafe was smirking at you.
“How ‘bout, we leave this stupid party and go back to my place,” Rafe suggested, and as stupid as it might’ve seemed to anyone else, you said yes.
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Rafe drove you back to his house, and luckily his parents were out of the obx for some sort of business that you didn’t really understand. Once you were in the house, Rafe immediately pulled you in to another passionate kiss.
He pinned you against a wall, only breaking the kiss to whisper to you, “jump.” That way your legs were wrapped around Rafe’s waist and he could carry you to his bedroom.
He gently placed you in front of his king sized bed, letting you get on it by yourself. He then followed you, moving your head so he could kiss your neck.
“Rafe… I um… I’ve never actually…” you stuttered nervously, making Rafe pull away from your neck.
“Do you want to stop?” Rafe asked gently when he realized, looking at you and trying to read your face as he waited for your answer.
You thought about it, but you knew how much you wanted him, how much you needed him. “No, I wanna keep going.”
“Don’t worry princess, I’ll be nice and gentle with you, I promise,” Rafe whispered before going back to kissing your neck.
It was like Rafe knew all the right places in your neck to kiss you, making you whimper. You felt so shy and embarrassed that you really did try to be quiet, but Rafe wanted to hear you.
You felt him tug on the hem of your shirt. “Off,” he breathed between kisses and nips to your throat. “I want this off, princess.”
You blinked once, a bit nervous, before doing what Rafe told you to. You pushed him off of you just a bit, that way you could lift yourself up before you peeled the fabric from your chest. At first you wanted to make Rafe anticipate you, but as soon as you started taking your time he gave you this look that made you squirm. 
As you slowly took off your bra, your heart began to race and you Rafe was resisting the urge to do it himself.
But once he could finally see you, he nearly groaned. “Oh, good fucking girl… good girl...” 
He began to suck bruises into each part and curve of your breast before teasing the nipple with his tongue, then moving to the other breast and repeating his actions. You knew he was trying to be gentle with you, but the slow and teasing agony was killing you.
Rafe trailed kisses down your body, finally reaching your thighs and taking off your shorts, making you whimper again. “Rafe…”
He slowly began tracing the hem of your panties, teasing you before whispering, “promise me you won’t listen to the stupid shit those kooks say.”
You nodded, but Rafe gave your thigh a squeeze so you whispered, “I promise, Rafey…”
“Rafey?” Rafe repeated with a raised eyebrow before chuckling, running his finger up and down your covered core, watching you grow even more needy for him, smirking when he heard your small whimpers. “As long as I can keep calling you princess, fine, keep calling me ‘Rafey’.”
You looked away, squirming when Rafe began to take your panties off, so he gave your thigh another squeeze in order to regain your attention, “I want you to look at me, princess…”
You looked at Rafe, watching as he took off his clothes, smirking when he saw the way you were staring at him. His fingers finally reached to pull aside your panties, plunging his wet digits into your heat. You immediately cover your mouth with your hand, not wanting Rafe to hear you moan due to embarrassment.
“Come on, princess, let me hear you moan for me,” Rafe groaned, his movements beginning to speed up more and more.
It felt so different than anything you imagined, the pleasure so intense, and Rafe did it so easily. His signature smirk never left his face as he watched you squirm in his grasp, clutching onto the bed sheets as if they were your lifeline. You could feel your pussy squeeze around his fingers and he groaned.
“Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna let me give you your first orgasm, hm sweetheart?” You let out another breathy moan at Rafe’s words. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll make your first time worth it, baby,” He purred in your ear and you felt your own body melt to his touch.
All you could do was moan and whimper as you felt him curl his fingers, and you rolled your eyes back when he prodded at that spot that had you jolting forward with a long moan. Rafe grinned wickedly at your reaction. He was clearly enjoying the way you gave him such innocent but lewd expressions that he couldn’t help but want to ravish you entirely. 
“Stop moving those legs or I might just have to tie you up, princess,” Rafe’s words were a warning, teasing you for how much you were squirming.
“Stop t-teasing…” you whined, giving Rafe a glare, and pouting up at him. He thought you looked adorable like this. 
Rafe leaned in towards you to place hot-mouthed kisses across your neck again. You mewled at his touch as you felt his lips move along your body as he kissed and licked your smooth skin. Your breath hitched when he left a hickie on your neck, squeezing around his fingers even more now. You felt his breath against you and in a way it was comforting. Your hands reached up to knot into his hair, pushing him impossibly closer towards you. His fingers never stopped their movements, each thrust causing a jolt of pleasure to sing through your body.  
“C’mon doll, cum all over my fingers,let me see you make a mess of yourself like a good girl, I wanna stretch you out, get you all nice and ready for me before I fuck you with my cock.” He purrs and it’s all you needed before you began spasming around his digits. You feel a gush of liquid spray from your pussy and you gasp, not used to that sensation. Your entire body ached as you orgasmed, shaking with pleasure as you moaned continuously. 
Rafe smirked at the mess you’ve made, sliding his fingers out and gathering all your liquid before pushing it into his mouth, tasting your cum as if it was something he had been waiting for. 
“Tastes so good, baby,” Rafe chuckled at your flushed face, leaning down to kiss you, and you could sort of taste yourself on his lips, making you squirm again.
“You sure about this, princess?” Rafe asked you, making sure you were ready and not uncomfortable, as if you hadn’t spent this entire time moaning in pleasure for him.
“Yes,” you whispered, still panting a bit and trying to regain control of your breathing.
Your eyes widened when you felt his cock prod your entrance. Your eyes locked with his and Rafe had a familiar cocky glint in his eye. He took his time before he bottomed out, groaning as he watched your eyes roll back. His cock stretched you out, even after he fingered you earlier. The mere thickness and size of him alone made you clench around Rafe. His cock practically forced you open, prying your insides apart, causing tears to form in your eyes. 
Rafe noticed and leaned in closer to you, kissing those tears that fell down your face, one of his hands going to hold yours as a form of comfort as he cooed in your ear, “I know, baby, I’m sorry, I promise it’ll feel really good, okay?”
You nodded, brain fuzzy as all you could think about was Rafe.
You threw your head back onto his pillows as his cock fucked into you. At first he started slow, but eventually his movements began to speed up. His thrusts began to grow more relentless, needing to feel you cum around him. When you looked at Rafe you could see some of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and he reached his hand up to push his locks out of his eyes. 
Rafe then moved his legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit at a different angle causing you to be in a new position, tears of pleasure spilling down your flushed cheeks, your nails gripping onto his shoulders. He grinned and burried his head into your shoulder, fucking you even harder than before, knowing that he could since you already adjusted you him.
“Go ahead, baby, cum, cum all over my cock, good girl,” His breath was hot on your ear and you felt yourself melt he praised you. Somehow, this orgasm was even stronger than the last, and you were gushing all over him, body throttling as you felt strangled sobs leave your throat, all of Rafe’s name.
Rafe kept pounding into you, cock brushing against your walls as he chased his own orgasm, curse words and praise falling from his lips, “Such a good fuckin’ girl-Keep squeezing me like that, baby.”
You felt his cock twitch inside of you and suddenly you felt heat make its way into your pussy. You gripped onto him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer as your hips raise. He practically flooded your walls, making you feel relieved at the fact that you were on birth control. 
Your body was exhausted and you still barely managed to catch your breath as Rafe was still tucked into the crook of your neck.
“That…that was… wow...” You mumbled under your breath, unable to stop the words for escaping your lips.
And although you didn’t realize it then, you were starting to really fall in love with Rafe Cameron.
That was probably the stupidest thing you had ever done.
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quick note: that was my first time writing real smut so be nice pls also I’m really starting to like writing this story
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Fics for Gaza 🍉
heya! I'll be participating in the @ficsforgaza fundraising initiative through sponsoring wips and taking requests. further rules and all my personal request guidelines will be listed below read more! my writing samples can be found in my writing masterlist (linked below) or snippets of my sponsoring wips below :)
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all fandoms I will write for (italicized = have written in published work): great ace attorney chronicles, mob psycho 100, xenoblade chronicles 1, persona 5, persona 4, death note (+ another note), pokemon gens 1-4, fe: awakening, project sekai (vbs), find love or die trying, your turn to die, undertale, long live the queen, a date with death, little nightmares, disco elysium, ib, the uncle who works for nintendo, the case study of jeweler richard, the stanley parable, portal, end roll, omori
will write: a lot. many types of AUs, canon divergence, canon missing scenes, angst, fluff, mild humor, mild crack, etc etc. requests can be as vague or as specific as you'd like. that also includes drabble sets
will not write: nsfw, dead dove, underage, omegaverse, cheating/infidelity, rape/non-con, pregnancy plotlines. generally if I don't have a ship listed in the carrd I'd rather not write it, but if I have any notps that I just can't write for in a given fandom, I'll let you know immediately
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all of this is also listed in the carrd for easy access, but updated wcs will only be listed here
hand on my stupid heart, the henry epilogue — fe: awakening, inigo & henry & olivia, henry/olivia
synopsis: third ch of the dysfunctionally healthy family dynamic that takes place during their supports while inigo's trying (and failing) to snoop on henry+olivia. wherein henry is on an entirely different wavelength from both olivia and inigo (aka he figured early on that inigo might be his son but rejected the idea on principle) but he still just Gets It
tags: this is just silly. silly and a little sad. and rather yearning. henry is a little insane
sponsored: 0/1500
fun little excerpt: Olivia is strange, even for him. Hmm. Wait, that’s not true. She’s the shy, pretty dancer that joined at the tail end of the Plegian war—he’d consider that pretty normal. But for such a shy person, she sure does get weirdly defensive whenever he says something she doesn’t like, which is a lot! And he still doesn’t get the whole learning emotions thing, but he’s pretty sure Olivia doesn’t go around teaching the whole camp how to frown? Then, alright, Olivia’s strange when it comes to him, that’s for sure, but not anyone else. That's nothing compared to Inigo, though, ahaha.
East of the Sun pt 3, ryuunosuke's (un)grand return — tgaa, heavily implied kazuma/ryuunosuke, bg sholmes/van zieks + post-kazuma getting absorbed into a found family
synopsis: when ryuunosuke first sets foot on london again, he'd expected quite a bit to change from kazuma's letters. but not this much. aka kazuma purposefully didn't tell ryuunosuke abt sholmes/van zieks beyond sholmes visiting the office more and ryuunosuke kind of loses it
tags: post-canon, mild humor, ryuunosuke just goes through it (affectionately) while yearning himself (derogatory)
sponsored: 0/1700
Pushing Up Daisies, that's what you call thaumaturgy sequel — persona 5 royal, akechi & sumire, bg one-sided joker/akechi (that ends)
synopsis: wrapped in the suffocating vines of a perfect reality, akechi goro, without fail, calls yoshizawa kasumi every monday at 9am, never any earlier or later. he won't stop asking her what her name is.
tags: post-royal bad ending, two ppl who lost themselves clawing their way to a bittersweet ending
sponsored: 0/5000 (I don't think it'll be this short but I'll start if 2000 is met)
a long and bountiful life — mob psycho 100, dimple & mob
synopsis: “This is the first and only time I’ll use my hypnosis on you,” he says to a swaying Shigeo, and he knows this is it. (Well, he always did have grand ambitions.)
tags: canon compliant, ending of divine tree arc, angst (ig), regret
(already written: 163) sponsored: 0/1500
fun little excerpt: So, he failed. He loves that kid. He loves that kid and he’s screwed up everything for him, digging from the roots and all: the brainwashing, the mocking, the insincerity, everything he stands for was everything he threw against Shigeo, and the inkling sensation of guilt was easy enough to ignore when Shigeo had gotten full of it and denied his very existence. Easy enough when Hanazawa had stormed in and carelessly flung energy around, easy enough when he just kept proving everyone right about him, perfectly fulfilling their lack of trust and unsavory impressions, their scowls and hatred. He’s used to it! He drank it up! Of course he could take Shigeo like this! Yeah, right.
things older and murker than love [holder title] — mob psycho 100, reigen & mob & hanazawa
synopsis: sometime post-canon, hanazawa walks into s&s with an unusual request: his apartment is haunted. that isn't quite right, but shigeo doesn't know how to tell him that the walls themselves are reaching out to haunt him. (he thinks hanazawa knows, anyway.)
tags: post-canon, in which the haunting is not a person but a place, found family, hopeful ending
(already written: 912) sponsored: 0/1500
fun little excerpt: "You would?" Hanazawa mumbles. The weakened awestruck tone sounds wrong in the office, rejected from every surface and bouncing around with nebulous intent. "I mean—thanks, Kageyama." To Reigen: "No, not like something's in them. It's like—ah, you wouldn't believe me." Reigen raises an eyebrow, the way he would to a particular difficult customer. Except Hanazawa isn't a customer and Reigen's gaze is softer, fond concern shaving away the rigidity of his confidence like a whetstone.
by the cliffside, left wanting — disco elysium, cuno & harry & kim
synopsis: EMPATHY [Godly: Success] — He doesn't have anyone in the world. (The boat not having room for three doesn't stop two detectives and a fledgling hope for change.) aka: cuno goes along with harry and kim for the ending sequence
tags: canon divergence, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced child abuse, slurs (cuno), found family
note: as this is cuno pov, this means there are swears/slurs in like every sentence. oh my beloved awful 13 year old son
(already written: 2642) sponsored: 0/1500
fun little excerpt (literally a swear word in every sentence): "What if I do join the pigs, huh?!" he screams, balling his hands into fists like a goddamn street fighter, and C's face turns three shades of purple like the people in those fucking snuff films she forces him to watch. "Cuno can do whatever the fuck he wants! If you're gonna hold the Cuno back, C, then Cuno's gonna ditch your sorry ass!" He can see the moment she processes each syllable and shoves that catacomb dream out of his old-ass creaky apartment window. Yeah. Cuno's not a stupid fuck. He knows he's in deep shit. He knows C will fucking shank him in his sleep, that type of shit. Then his fucking pig sets a dinky fucker alight and the old world's gone up in smoke.
an old world's haunts — your turn to die, joe &/ sara (one-sided most likely)
synopsis: in every world but this world, sara doesn't lose joe. she can't lose joe. she can't lose joe. (in which sara's utter ruthlessness in the simulations is explored)
tags: major character death (undone, but happens in every 'world' iteration), canon-typical violence (often enacted by sara), emotional manipulation, just. absolute cruelty to survive, the ai simulations.
(already written: 2828) sponsored: 0/1700
untitled canon-divergent au — mob psycho 100, reigen & mogami
synopsis: the world's greatest psychic of the 20th century meets the world's greatest psychic of the 21st century earlier than expected. Somehow, this makes all the difference. aka, in which 12 yo reigen forces mogami to take him in as an 'apprentice'
tags: for want of a nail, nobody is dead, being kind to ppl for fun and profit (it is not fun and there is minimal profit), redemption sort of, found family, non-linear narrative
(already written: 658) sponsored: 0/2000
fun little snippet: But the kid's face reminds him of his own teenage self on the reruns he's unfortunate enough to catch, far-removed from the skin of the drained, lying has-been he's currently wearing. The desire to be someone, to go out of his way to be better is altogether too familiar. Denying this kid now, no matter how pragmatic, feels like betraying the sense of self Keiji perhaps liked best. So he asks, "What's your name?" And makes a mistake.
some sort of remaking — persona 4, kanji/naoto/rise
synopsis: as valentine's day approaches, rise gets hit with the bright idea to teach naoto how to flirt so that they and kanji could finally get it together. that is... not exactly what happens
tags: developing relationship, getting together
(already written: 479) sponsored: 0/2000
fun little excerpt: "No, Naoto-kun, your line delivery's a bit—here, say it a bit slower and try smiling at the end, 'kay?" Naoto-kun, ever the fast learner, follows her instructions to the letter. Which is great, of course! Makes her job easier! Her heart's having a hard time in the face of their sincere smile, though. She didn't think a smile could shine outside of sets.
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hyunubear · 5 months
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Yeah Scott and Rem are the same person.
He had nothing to do with producing music but he's listed as producer on all (or almost all, there's 28 songs he's credited on) of Ian's music and Ian addressed it directly on a live stream the other day.
Scott also tweeted a weird non apology about that and blamed a random staff member but Ian said that he asked multiple times for it to be fixed and it never was.
THATS CRAZY FIDKXKKDKDKDKXKDK IM LITERALLY LOSING MY MIND
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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rojekte · 2 months
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seeing people's takes about the whole watcher situation is just a bit.... mind-boggling.
i think the apology they posted was good in the sense that they admitted to fucking up and walked back on their decision, and i think the model they've settled on now is a lot more reasonable (having content be released earlier for those who choose to subscribe), but like.... that doesn't mean that no one should've ever been mad at them in the first place???
like seriously, why does it seem like people are looking at a "good" apology and thinking "huh! they sure did apologize well! i guess that means that it was ridiculous for people to be mad in the first place! no one should have ever complained!!". if no one complained, they wouldnt have walked back their decision! they would've kept going with their dumb completely paywalled option!
and thats not even getting into the fact that their financial woes seem to come from completely mismanaging their money - hiring people when they can not afford to and spending more money on "high quality productions" when they cant afford to.... these are core issues that im not sure will be completely fixed by this? but idk.
also, this situation i think has really helped my own self come to terms with the fact that i do not enjoy many aspects of their content. i sorta already knew that considering i can not remember the last ghost files video i watched because i find that shit incredibly boring and overproduced, and even things like too many spirits have become a chore to watch bc they decided to extend the Not That Funny drink making portion when i just wanna hear some funny spooky stories.
anyway i guess my ultimate point here is: im glad they acknowledged they fucked up, but i also am not sure how interested i am in their content anymore in the first place. oh well
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chrisbangs · 6 months
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hello... (and bye ig 👋)
#👋😭 hi...#i haven't come on in about a month and i didn't realize a month passed by like that... i've kinda stopped using any apps on my phone#i barely even talk to my friends anymore lol 😭#i just saw my follower count this morning and realized i hit 13k and i was like 🥸 huh...#uhhhhhhh 😭 idk i wanted to say thank you i guess 🫂#i'm done with stayblr and tumblr in general 😭 this much has been obvious for a while now... i tried to fit myself back in during 5star but#i think i realized i've outgrown the vibes here and in online spaces in general... i don't really enjoy it anymore 😭 which is weird cause#i've used tumblr since i was in middle school so 🫡 end of an era some would say...#i think it sucks because i don't have the same feelings about this place or skz or anything in my life right now... i tried to ignore it bu#it's so obvious now that the entirety of december passed without me really talking to a single person / without me using social media /#without me really doing much except for like homework and assignments lmao#i think genuinely i've stopped enjoying everything i used to like and i don't know why 😭 it hit me the other day bc i don't even enjoy#pc collecting anymore which is CRAZY considering how much time and money i've put into that hobby so 👋🥸 who knows what goes on#i haven't consumed any skz content since rockstar dropped 😭 and that also feels weird to me... idk... i would say maybe i'm going through a#depressive episode but i don't really feel how i do then... i think i'm just tired like i always am and that's just how i am now .. i think#i'm just not really interested in things anymore? weird but .. yeah idk😭 if i knew what was wrong i would Fix It sndjdndkd mostly i'm just#sad because i haven't been talking to friends... i keep ignoring everyone and not replying to any texts from anyone because ????#i tell myself i will do it later but i know i won't ... idk i genuinely don't know why i'm struggling to talk to ppl anymore 😭 i've become#even more of a reclusive hermit than i already was 💀 and the worst part is i feel normal abt it#i don't feel /bad/ i just feel guilty that i'm not replying to ppl bc i don't want to hurt ppls feelings... on my end i feel Normal abt it#like i ??? is it weird that i'm so detached from everything that not even a month ago made me so happy..? that's weird right 😭 like idgi#i don't feel (as) depressed (as i usually do) but clearly ?? smth is wrong ?? like ik i'm not a clingy sentimental person but ? it kinda#makes me sad wondering if i really don't care abt ppl anymore ... but i think 😭 it's also the object permanence issues that come with adhd#not seeing or talking to the ppl i love . not doing my hobbies or seeing the groups i care abt . makes it easy to not care or forget what#they make me feel etc etc ... i get it... but idk 😭 if that's what this is . well wow it sucks ASS.. cause i feel guilty for not feeling#anything at all ... 😭 idk how to explain that HENSKDNISJS anywayyyy 💀#i came on cause i wanted to say thank you for 13k followers 😭‼️ and that i probably will not be online anymore unless i really want to say#this was a really long winded way to say i feel bad but i'm done with stayblr fr 👋🥸 i tried so hard for the last 2 years to make it feel#like home again but it stopped ages ago so 🥹 that's ok.. i still cherish my memories here 🫂 anyway thanku and sjsjsksksks bye i guess 😭#who knows maybe i'll enjoy it one day again and come back :') never know what the future holds 🫡
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bueris · 1 month
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okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead
#okay venting in the tags you are very welcome to ignore or not respond to it i just need to yell somewhere#i always thought id be an art therapist because well i care about people and want to help them and love art#but everyday i wake up feeling like a fraud and an imposter so like. should i really be doing all that when im not entirely#certain i cpuld handle it??? like i know i haven't gotten the meaty bit of the education towards that yet but like#university costs a disgusting amount of money here and if i pick the wronf thing im likely doomed forever thanks to awful government#i know things could get better like they did after thatcher but honestly im not putting any bets on it considering how the current labour#party is so like if i fuck up here im basically dead#also can i actually do art uni. like could i cope with that. im deeply unethused with art at the moment and honestly will i evwr be#idk#it was jusr a thing i always did but education around it is fucking soul sucking#also the emotional weight of hearing and solving people's problems as a therapist. i would consider myself quite empathetic for the most#part i feel other people's pain quite strongly and obviously as a therapist id be feeling that quite a bit so could i actually cope with it?#ik therapists have therapists but still#i mean im doing work experience at an occupational therapy place so ill just be extra inquisitive about it all to make sure im going#the way i wanna#I'll be fine by the end of a levels ill probably understand what i want in life#if not then gap year to work it out#should probably look at unis for english language too then#sigh#ucas website i may as well marry you#ill be okay im getting in my head about stuff im actually pretty good at art even if there are things i can improve on (like patience lol)#yeah maybe the voice telling me i suck doesnt know shit and should shut up#yeah#shut it nasty voice you're wrong actually!!! im doing just fine and you're being overly critical#they should make a brain that's your friend and not mush that hides the amalgamation of every bad thing ever in its crevices#crevices shoyild be filled with kindness and love.#sex jokes about that#why the fuck is yahoo mail syncing i dont use you you washed up search engine#bue waffling#vent post
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sparrowposting · 4 months
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my nonna (mostly) means well but if she could like. NOT. be Like That. and not call me crying because im signing a lease. IN THE SAME FUCKING CITY. because 'in my culture', she says, you don't move out til you're married. MAAM IT IS EXTREMELY UNLIKELY I WILL MARRY. every one of my foremothers was married with kids by my age. i have a career instead. (theyre not mutually exclusive!! i have soooo many Problems tho) and im tired of wanting to *** living with emotionally dysfunctional and overbearing family. i'll pay rent for a little apartment and have that comfort and sanity. romanticize tf out of public transit and living in a shoebox.
anyway. evening was ruined. im in such a terrible mood. im feeling guilt and stress and anxiety and it's certainly not helping the 'oh god what if this is a mistake what if i should just stay here and hoard all my money bc this economy is so bad, what if my read on the landlord was wrong and he's awful and i'm miserable and i have to break the lease and come back with my tail between my legs' even tho i KNOW that impulse is just my anxiety bc i hate uncertainty + i WAS so much happier when i was in control of my own living space + SHORTER COMMUTE BY MORE THAN HALF
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designernishiki · 10 months
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you ever think about how by yakuza 8 haruto will be 8 years old and won’t remember kiryu at all, and if/when he shows back up kiryu will be a total stranger to him. haha
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