Prompt: nothing, just wrote because I felt like it

Twisted Wonderland fanfiction

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The school seems to buzz with activity, as a sense of excitement could be seen on each students' face. Who wouldn't be?

"What's the occasion?" You may ask. Well, only the most activity college students would be able to get in a high prestige college as Night Raven College! Yes, you may have guessed it. The school is hosting a jam session. Why was this agreed on? I don't know.

All I know is that I'm in the team is tasked with the preparation. Hmm, if I were not such a dazzling human I would be complaining by now.

But!

My name is Tartare Ter! Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm! And I strive to make sure that every event I participate in will be the best! Because I am hard-working and ever so cultured, I know that my participation is for the best. I am determined to bring out the smiles in all of us!

I chuckle to myself in confidence.

"Isn't this nice?" I mutter. "You should be grateful I even considered joining you all."

"Ter, you're daydreaming again."

Deuce's voice snapped me out of my illusion. I looked around, all pairs of eyes were on me. Good! Good!

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, I was searching for me words."

Ace rolled his eyes.

"Now, as you know, I put out the suggestion of a jam session as a joke."

"As a joke he says," Sebek snided, earning the glances from all of us. "You have put an inconvenience on all of us, and it's really bad timing."

"Hey, hey," I retorted. "Students feel stressed during this time of the year. If they need any relief, I'll glady provide it. I want all of them to be happy..."

I brushed a stray hair behind my ears, smiling to myself.

"Oi, you..." Ace brought his palm to his face, sighing to himself. "Being dramatic again."

"Ah! Enough of this!" Grim raised his paws in exasperation. "I want to eat now. It's lunchtime for crying out loud!"

"Good idea! Let's talk about food first!"

"Um, Ter," a quiet voice called for attention. Epel raised his hand. "Why and how did the headmaster even approve of this?"

"Good question, my sweet apple!" I answer with the snap of my fingers. "Headmaster Crowley himself approached me, saying that students need some stress reliever. He said that he wanted some co-curricular activity. Taking some inspiration from my world, I suggested a jam session, as a joke."

"An irresponsible joke, that is." Sebek crossed his arms and shakes his head.

"But it's fun," I replied. "And jokes are fun too."

"Alright we got it," Ace slams his hand on the table. "I've been wondering this whole time, what's a jam session?"

"I was wondering the same," Jack spoke up. "Do you carry jams? Or have a jam tasting session? Why do we risk unbalancing our glucose levels that way?"

"No, it's a special event, where you dance and sing!"

All of their faces paled.

"Dance?" Deuce said, flustered. "I'm as stiff as a tree."

"Vil doesn't want my voice to be strained."

"I'll dance and sing only if it's for my lord."

"It's either this or a play." I said with an exasperated voice, shaking my head.

"That's even worse!" Epel silenty remarks.

"Damn you Crowley for piling this on us!" Ace cursed, scowling to himself.

"Now, now, my friends. Doesn't matter if you can't dance or sing!" I encourage. "I know y'all have beautiful voices, and swift moves. Besides, I can take all the attention, you'll be the workers behind the stage. I can cover for you!"

"So please!" I stretched out my hands to them as a sign of plea. "Use me!"

"Oh really?" The mischievous face on Ace gave me the wrong vibes. "You sure I can use you just as I wish?"

I hoped he did not notice how my breath hitched. I pushed him back. "To be fair you've been using me since day 1."

"Which is exactly why we can't leave everything to you," Deuce remarked as he pulled Ace back into his place. "Please don't take every responsibility to yourself."

"Yeah, you can't manage an event this big yourself."

"But then," I frowned. "I want this event to be successful, though I don't want to bother you too much. I want this event to be memorable, especially to our seniors."

I definitely said this because I was genuine. Definitely not because I was appealing to their morality.

"Listen to me." I feel Jack's hand on my head. "I know we said that we didn't like it, but we respect your desire. We, just, can't at a time like this."

Great, I have to drop the bomb then. I can't keep my hasty decision hidden.

"Well what do we do?" I lament, bringing my head on the table. "I've already prepared the invitations, and the principal has already made the announcement."

"Wait, what?!" They collectively yelled.

This was true. I didn't say this earlier because I didn't want to make them panic. I've got no choice not but to rely on this. I expected them to agree though. But they hadn't, so eh, might as well share the stress.

"Yeah, this morning," I chuckled nervously. I had been thinking about this since morning, planning the outlined by myself, getting excited all by myself. In the end this might be the most half-assed event in the history of NRC. Most shameful!

Ace slammed the table the second time. Deuce had his hands on my collar and shook me to my core. I swear, my head would explode with the grip Jack had on my head.

"Well, crap Ter! You should've told us sooner!"

Now they're upset, just as I am. Good, let's share this meal. Whenever they asked a favour of me, I try to complete it with my whole heart. However, they're too busy with mine? Pfft! I might sound like Azul now but at least return it once in a while!

"What would we have done if I told you sooner?" I put my finger on my chin. "Hmm, the same thing we're doing right now!"

"You dirty—"

"I'll have to do this alone then," I snapped, slamming my notes on the table. "I guess it's logical that you guys lack artistic value, especially since you're so busy at your desks."

"Hah! You stupid dumbasses! As if you're all so serious about your studies! Grim can't focus on one thing without devoting to his stomach! Ace is too stupid to even be able to study!Deuce is busy being a mama's boy! Jack, poor Jack, you have to put up with stupid people all day and now you have caught it! Epel hates himself! And Sebek's too busy fanboying over Malleus to even care!"

I was satisfied to get it out; all this pent up frustration. I just wanted to spend time with them as a team, without risking my sanity for once. They are sure too busy to even do that, huh?

But, but, maybe, I just risked destroying my friendship with them. I looked at their faces. They were taken aback, keeping their distance from me. Epel has his face covered.

Ah, I shouldn't have said that.

I started to feel anxious because I had just said hurtful things I didn't mean. Please be thinking: "He's probably stressed."

I try to muster up an apology. "Ah, no, I —"

"Say that to me again, you punk!" Epel pulls my collar, his hands forming a fist.

"Wait, wait Epel!" I had my hands up, trying to form a shield.

Alarmed, Jack holds him back easily. I thank Epel's DNA for his petite figure, he cursed it.

"So ye underestimate me country boy, ei? Ye think I can't do what is common knowledge to yer?"

Eh? Maybe I can bait him, especially in his state of irrationality.

"Oh yeah?" I had a smug look on my face. "I bet the people will prefer my performances better than yours." I say with a condescending finger pointed at him.

A smirk appears on the purple-headed boy as he cracks his knuckles. "Bring it on!"

"Break it off, you two!" Deuce separates us. "Alright so we're all in?"

"We're all doing it?" I clap my hands in delight. "Great! Now we can start a proper discussion."

Epel snapped out of his tantrum. He looked genuinely puzzled, and mad at himself, as he was seated back. The others didn't seem to mind.

Why did they all change their opinion in a matter of a few seconds?

I saw their expressions. They were filled with determination and focus. Did they, were they challenged by my words?

"What's the matter, Ter?" Ace asks.

"I, you, we're doing this right?" I need clarification.

"We changed our minds." Jack looks back at his fellow schoolmates and nods. "Maybe you're right, we need a break."

"Humans need to relief stress sometimes." Sebek crosses his arms.

"And who knows?" Ace gently slaps my back. "We might have fun preparing this."

"Just to be clear, I'm doing this just to prove myself." Epel pouts.

I can't believe it! They are concerned for me, aren't they? Though it might be shallow because I had to spout harsh words to make them understand. I was glad that it went my way.

I let a smile spread.

"Thank you guys! I—"

"Stop getting emotional and let's finish this damm job," they say in a rather harsh tone.

I guess this is still ending up being half-assed. Just the fact that they're doing it makes me happy though.

"First things first, we need a DJ," I said. "That role has to go to someone with music taste and great mixing."

"I'm pretty sure all of us have our own music tastes," Jack said, crossing his arms. "I'm not sure one person can have a such versatile music style that everyone likes."

Oh, but are you sure? I listen to over 139 genres and 80% of artists over the world. I can attest that I definitely have the most diverse taste out of you —

"Your music taste sucks by the way. It's like you mixed all possible ingredients into one food. To the point that it's horrible. It gives me a headache." I remember the words of my best brother. "Learn how to moderate! Damn I'm getting a headache now."

Ah, what an encouraging person he was!

"I have an idea, how about we each provide a setlist and then we can somehow mix them together after we collectively agree," Epel suggested.

"What a marvelous suggestion, my sweet apple!" I exclaimed, louder than Sebek ever could.

"Uh, thanks?" he said after cringing at my loud voice.

"Hm, you all will be moved to tears when you hear my setlist! I will work hard!"

"Hah?" Ace raised an eyebrow and he challenged me with that smirk of his. "You think that I can't do better than that?"

"I never said that," I said, but this went on dead ears.

"Oh, sure, my setlist will trump yours indefinitely!" Sebek challenged.

"Guys, we just need to decide on the songs that most of the students will enjoy." Deuce said, sensing the rising competition.

"May the best man win!" I was dragged into this petty competition between them. 

"It's not a competition," I sighed.

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The next day, we met at our usual place: the lunch-table.

Before anyone could say a thing, I dropped my paper. It had a list of every popular song of every genre in the past few years. No, I didn't sleep last night.

"I have sacrificed hours and hours of my sleep, just to provide the best I can, for you all," I said, and flashed them a smile. "It's definitely the best."

"Ter, you don't need to get too excited over this," Deuce assured, after he saw the dark circles under my eyes. He took the paper from my hand, and started reading the song list. The rest of them gathered behind him.

It was quiet for a very long time.

Hm hmm, the songs must have touched all of your musical souls, right? Who wouldn't be affected by such passionately made music? Does this list just, invoke an unknown emotion to you? Does it inspire you to—

"I don't know any of these," Deuce remarked, squinting at the paper.

"I have to agree," Sebek said, "I am not familiar with any these human-made sounds."

"One of you idiots ask Ortho to search it up," I said with a quiet, low pitched voice.

"What did you just say?" Ace leaned in.

I gave him a passive agressive smile. "Why don't we just ask someone with internet to search it up for us, dumbass?"

"Ah, why didn't you just start with that, dumbass?" he retorts.

A/N: I have no idea how to continue this