Get ready for some big lore, you guys!!!

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Xisuma flopped down on his bed and sighed. Neither of his parents were home, which was a huge relief. He thought of practicing the songs for the gig since there was no one there to yell at him, but he was just too tired.

He turned over on his side and stared at a bottle of water that sat on his desk on the other side of his room. He subconsciously held out his hand, wishing the bottle would teleport to him so he wouldn't have to get up.

He watched, practically unfazed, as what looked like a miniature black hole opened up under the bottle, sucking it up as another hole opened just above his hand. The bottle fell from the hole and into his hand.

Huh. He sat up and opened it. That was awfully convenient. He took a long, satisfying drink. Surprisingly, it was nice and cold. Closing the bottle, he sat it on his nightstand and laid back down.

He sighed contently and closed his eyes to sleep, then his eyes shot open and he stared uncomfortably at the bottle as he suddenly realised what happened.

Wait, what.

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Zedaph sighed as he slowly made his way down the hallway, lugging a double bass with him. He'd been due to bring it into school for the jazz combo he was in, but he never really got the chance to because of all the practices scheduled for Stage Revolution. And now he was pulling the stupid thing all the way to the end of the music hall. On a Saturday.

"Hey, Zed," Xisuma called from down the hallway.

Zedaph stopped and peeked around the giant instrument, then smiled. "Oh, hey, 'Zuma," he said happily.

"Want some help with that?" Xisuma asked, but he was already moving to help him anyway.

"Ah, thank you," Zed sighed. "This thing is just so heavy. I don't know how some people can just pick it up and carry it."

Xisuma chuckled. "I know what you mean," he said. "I've had to help Joel move drumset a few times and he just picks up the thing and-" He gasped, jumping back when the dolly rolled over his foot. "Ow-"

Zedaph stopped. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm- I'm fine... I think," X answered, his voice strained. "Damn, that hurts." He lifted his leg to rub the top of his shoe like it would help his foot feel better.

Zed frowned, then subconsciously moved to hold Xisuma's foot, both of his hands glowing a soft, warm yellow.

Xisuma blinked, his foot automatically feeling much better. In fact, his entire body felt better. He was more energised, less achy, and was in a much better mood all of a sudden. "Uh, Zed-"

Once his hands stopped glowing, Zedaph stepped back and stared at them. "What-"

"-the hell-"

"-was that?"

The two of them looked at each other, sharing the same dumbfounded look.

"Are you two just going to stand there?"

Xisuma and Zed jumped and turned to see Scott giving them an unimpressed look with their arms crossed.

"Oh, sorry," Zed apologized, moving the double bass over so they could get through. "I didn't mean to get in your... way?"

As Scott passed by, they put their hand on Zed's shoulder. "I saw that, by the way," they whispered before leaving.

Zedaph blinked, watching in confusion as they walked away. "Saw what?"

Xisuma sighed. "I guess they saw what you did to my foot," he said, leaning against the wall. "Speaking of... what did you do to my foot?"

"I... I don't know," the blonde answered. "I just felt like I was supposed to, like... touch your foot, and then my hands started to glow..."

X hummed to himself, recalling what had happened to him that night. "You know," he said, "something like this happened to me last night. Except, nothing really glowed and I didn't get run over by an acoustic bass." That part made Zedaph laugh.

"What happened?"

"I was looking at this water bottle, and to be honest, I was being pretty lazy just wishing it would teleport to me," he chuckled as he said this. "But then there was, like- this black hole and it brought the water bottle to my hand. It was awfully convenient, but it was so strange."

Zed sighed. "You think you could wish my bass to the jazz room?" he joked.

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"Ugh, I can't reach it," Fwhip complained, his arm shoved beneath Joel's sofa. "My arm is too big."

Fwhip been staying at Joel's house for the past couple of weeks because his parents were out on a business trip in another country. And now he was trying to reached his phone, which had fallen behind the sofa that couldn't be moved due to the utter lack of space in Joel's living room.

"That's what she said," Joel muttered, then quickly cleared his throat continued speaking. "Try fitting your leg under there."

Fwhip looked up at Joel, an incredulous look on his face. "Do you really think my leg is going to fit under there if my arm can't?"

Joel shrugged. "Just a suggestion."

"Jeez, if only I was smaller-" Fwhip was cut off when suddenly he was lifted off of the ground for a split second before falling onto his ass. "Ow, what the hell was that?" He stood up and rubbed his sore behind, then looked up to see what looked like Joel's sandal, but huge.

What?

Craning his neck further, Fwhip could see Joel looking around.

"Oh my god, I'm tiny," Fwhip breathed.

Joel must've heard him because he looked down and his eyes widened in surprise. The brunette got on his knees and lowered his head so he could get a better look at Fwhip. "Look at you!" he shouted, the volume of his voice seeming to shake the ground under Fwhip's feet. "You're like a rat!"

Fwhip rolled his eyes. "How did this happen?" he asked, and Joel shrugged. Helpful much?

"No clue," he said, "but that's pretty damn cool. See if you can get your phone now."

"Oh, right!" Fwhip rushed over toward the sofa, just small enough to fit underneath. He felt around for his phone, then had to tug hard to move it. Eventually, he decided on pushing it out instead, which worked much better.

Fwhip was panting by the time that he was out from under the furniture.

"There you go," Joel said. "Now, uh... get big again."

Fwhip froze. He didn't know how to do that.

Shit.

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Bdubs hummed to himself as he worked on his math homework. It was a song he'd played with the band once, but he couldn't quite remember the name. As he continued to hum and try to focus, he found that he was subconsciously fingering chords with his free hand. It quickly became distracting once he noticed it, and before he knew it, half an hour had gone by and he only got a few questions done.

Sighing, he pushed his chair away from the desk and stood up to make his way to his cased keytar in the corner of his room. The only way to get over this was to play the stupid song to get it out of his head.

As he started to play, he could feel his mood lifting and getting happier. And he sounded good for not having the actual music. He started to improvise when he got bored of playing the same part over and over, getting into it and dancing as he played.

It felt so good to just... play what he wanted with nobody to tell him he came in late or he's dragging the tempo or he's playing notes outside of the key signature. It was just him and his instrument, playing whatever the hell he wanted. Not to mention the ego boost it gave him.

Suddenly, his keytar began to glow a bright yellow before shrinking in width and growing in length, and in the blink of an eye, Bdubs was suddenly holding a katana.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted, throwing the sword. When it hit the ground, it did the same thing except in reverse, leaving his instrument lying on the floor. "Am I going crazy...?" Cautiously, he knelt down and touched the keytar, and it turned back into the sword. When he let go, it went back to being an instrument.

"I'm totally crazy."

•°•

Tango and Impulse were hanging out when, all of a sudden, their band group chat started to blow up with what seemed like hundreds of messages.

Zed
guys, we seriously need to talk.
right now.

Shubble
What's wrong???

Gremlin
in albsox nberd 2 tslk

False
Huh

Joel
He also needs to talk, he said
You see
He's sort of
Well
Um
Tiny?

Zuma
I'm sorry, he's what.

Imp
Why is Fwhip tiny?

Joel
No clue
He just turned like that
Or something
Idk

Zed
well my hands just glowed when i touched zuma's foot

False
Why were you touching Xisuma's foot??

Joel
BAHAHA

Zuma
Dear lord

Zed
omg you guys are so GROSS 🙄
i accidently ran him over with my double bass and it hurt his foot
i'm still not sure why
but
i touched it and it like
got better?
idk how to explain it

Zuma
I think it might have something to do with Tango's hair fetching fire
Catheter*
Catching*

Bdubs
hey...
so ik im not supposed to be here bc i quit n all
but on the topic of weird things
my keytar turns into a literal fucking SWORD whenever i touch it

Zed
oh no

Zuma
I've also had a weird experience.
Last night my water bottle basically teleported to me

False
I think maybe we should meet up to talk about this
Bdubs, you can come, too

Bdubs
you sure?

False
If you don't come I'll burn your homework

Bdubs
fiiiiine

Shubble
Where should we meet?

Zuma
What about the Froyo Place

Joel
You just want froyo
Admit it, X

Zuma
... No comment.

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"Hey, Keralis," Xisuma said as soon as his friend answered the phone.

"Hey, Shashwammy. What's up?"

"Can you come to the Froyo Place?" X drawled. "Pretty please?"

Keralis laughed. "Why, so I can pay for you?" he joked.

Xisuma froze. "I... N-no, I just..." He blinked. We had this conversation already, X, he told himself. He knows you aren't inviting him so he can pay for you. It's only a joke. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "The band is having a, uh... a meeting, so-to-speak. I think it's important that you're here as well."

"Oh... Okay, then. I'll be there in five."

Xisuma sighed, relieved. "Okay, thank you."

"Of course. See you there."

"Bye." Xisuma sighed again as Keralis hung up.

Now that the rest of us are experiencing weird things, he'll have to tell us why Tango's hair keeps catching on fire.

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You know what I'm going to say. It's a four letter word, starts with an L and ends with an E...

LORE.

I'm not sure why it took me so long to write this, but for some reason it did lmao /lh

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed!! Thanks for reading! Love y'all <33 /gen/p