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[Other Fanfic] Mulberry Winterchill Ingenuity

Palamon

Silence is Purple
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    Well, alright, so this is the third season of Across the Siorcverse, so yeah. Welcome to Mulberry Winterchill Ingenuity. You might have seen the second season, Periwinkle Springtime Reverie, and if you have, this is not necessary to read to read this one. This is not a continuation of that, rather just the next portion of short stories. As usual, this will be thirteen short stories of thirteen different Siorcs across the multiverse. Some fandom, some not. A few of these will be related to Bushiroad franchises. They're all also based on stuff I've drawn of Siorc in the past. Those will of course, be in the end notes at the bottom. Anyway, please enjoy!



    A Hyena Coder Turned Digidestined

    "Hello there, my name is Siorc Ingne and I'm a hyena chimera!
    I'm eighteen years old, and I live in Denmark, I recently graduated, it's now Late June, I'm

    Making a digital pet game with flower monsters to raise, such as a
    Yucca cat, a rose bunny, and

    Not to mention, the best one, a cute sunflower puppy! I
    Am hoping to find a toy company over the summer who
    Might want to hear my pitch,
    Except, I am not exactly a talker.

    I added a text to
    Speech track to my presentation though if toy companies

    Start reaching out to me, but
    I doubt they will, guess I'll submit my pitch to everyone
    Over the summer, but there's one big
    Ridiculous elephant in the room I
    Can't not

    Address. My mother
    Seems to think it'd be a
    Perfect idea to send me to summer camp. To that
    I say, not happening! I'm eighteen! She's
    Ridiculous. She thinks
    If she sends me to the summer camp in London, I'll talk to people. And,
    Nope, that's not
    Going to happen! She

    Probably doesn't know this but that camp is
    Ran by and mostly attended by humans
    Over ninety five percent if I had to
    Guess! Humans are
    Rancid, the moment I
    Accidentally have
    My tail stick out, they
    Make fun of me every single time!
    Every single time, she thinks this is a
    Rad adventure for me?

    It's not! I don't know why
    Mother thinks to think sending

    Me here would be
    A grand old time, but she
    Knows that
    I don't like that camp, but
    No! Send me anyway,
    Go ahead! I

    Am going to

    Find a way to get out of it, but it's
    Likely she won't allow it.
    Oh, for the love of, I'm eighteen!
    Why do I
    Even have to go? This is
    Rancid. I'm an adult now!

    Maybe I can convince her this will
    Obviously ruin my development time. Right, I
    Need to finish this
    Soon, I am going
    To the tech institute at the
    End of August! But,
    Roar, nope, I am

    Pretty sure that won't
    Even work if I
    Tell her I am

    Going to college soon. I
    Am not going to convince her at all, I bet.
    Mother is an
    Especially stubborn in her ways.

    But, I have to convince her! But,
    Ultimately, I know
    That I never will.

    Mother, come
    On, I am an adult! Okay, I
    Might only have become an adult

    In the past two months, but
    She doesn't care!

    Guess I am going to be forced
    Over that camp
    No matter what, ah
    No, if she's stubborn
    About sending me, I need to out stubborn her. But, I

    Feel like that's
    Obviously impossible.
    Roar, it's
    Completely impossible indeed.
    Every year I try, but I am forced to anyway.

    My brother, his name is Pira, who is twelve years older than me,
    Every single time, he

    Tells me, 'you know, kiddo, just go. It'll make our mother happy.'
    Obviously, he doesn't

    Get it. He hasn't moved
    Out because he helps out with

    The family business, but he's
    Out of touch with

    Chimera youth!
    Ah well,
    Maybe it'll be cancelled!
    Please, camp, get cancelled!

    It's going to be a
    Million degrees anyway,

    Everything should be cancelled,
    It'll be a scorcher in London. But, I
    Guess no one cares.
    Haha, I am going
    To be forced on the bus
    Either way, and
    Every single human will as usual, want
    Nothing to do with me.

    Not like I want anything to do with any
    Of them either!

    This will
    Hinder my programming! I
    Am sure mother will take all my chargers again. Ugh, I
    Need to prepare myself, I'll
    Keep one hidden
    Somewhere in my room she will

    Never think to look!
    Ohoho, that's genius.
    This will work this time. I'm not

    Going to camp, though.
    Oh, please, cancel
    It all. I
    Never asked for this anyway. I'm not
    Going, and that's final!"


    Tip, tap, tap, tip, tap, tippity, tap, tap, tap, tappity, toop, tap.

    It had been a rather sunny day over the summer skies of Copenhagen, Denmark. The outdoor markets were thriving, the fruits were selling like hot radishes. The young children were outside playing to their heart's content. The early days of Summer Vacation had been full swing across the entirety of Europe. But, for one particular newly emerged adult, the only thing of interest was the screen laid out in front.

    Tip, tap, tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap, tap, tappity, toop, tap.

    Typing away rapidly at a large two monitored desktop had been a feminine appearing humanoid eighteen year old hyena chimera with long dark purple hair that went down to about the backside. Bangs nearly falling above the eyes, the person moved them away. Ah, man, maybe it was about time to trim these. Nah, that's what happens when sleeping right beside the keyboard, never mind. Mismatched purple and green eyes glued to a graphical display out in front, a frilly white shirt had been wrinkled to oblivion. Checkboard skort with holes all over it, a hyena tail swished from behind.

    Tip, tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap, tappity, toop, tap.

    Large graphical interface showing a small yellow colored rabbit with with roses decorating it everywhere, the individual opened up a pitch black screen with green text all over it. How should this flower pet be programmed to behave? Ah, timid, right, that would work. After all, rabbits run away from humans and chimeras alike all the time! Better put that in the code.

    Tip, tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap, tappity, toop, tap.

    Behavioral patterns added, the new adult swiped to the next digital pet creature. Little prickly kitty sprite colored slightly green, the individual placed the finger on the chin. What was needed to be tweaked for this one? Ah, right, the yucca cat needed a few adjustments to some of its battle prowess. The prickly defense wasn't working correctly. Opening up the code, the recent graduate groaned at what waited on the screen.

    Multiple errors laid out in the open, the individual was ready to close the console. Why had there been so many errors on this one? If big toy companies see this sloppy job, no one will ever take this idea and run with it! Time to restart this one from scratch. Was this one programmed while half asleep again? Probably, oops. Time to fix that, that's for sure.

    Tip, tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap, tappity, toop, tap.

    Error. Error. Invalid argument.

    Computer screaming, the hyena banged the head upon the desk. Oh, no, what's wrong now? Wait, hold on, why were the battle commands all else if? Probably shouldn't have worked on this one while half asleep. Backspace pressed for what felt like all of eternity, the new adult could feel smoke ready to eat the world alive. Man, there's so many errors in this one. Yucca cat is so not ready for the upcoming alpha test.

    Hearing a pesky knock on the other side of the door, the chimera backed up the computer chair. Who could that possibly be this early in the morning? Can't the world see there's much more important things to get done here? Forget getting that, there's coding to be done. Tip, tap, tap, tap, tip, tip, tip.

    But, the distraction had only begun to get louder as the seconds paraded around the room. Removing the self from the chair, the chimera grit the teeth. Ugh, can't everyone in this house see the door is closed right now? No? The world sees a closed door and think it's an open invitation to disturb everyone. Sighing, the new adult reached for a notepad.

    Bending the door back, an annoying face soon awaited the chimera. Standing at the entrance had been a rather tall humanoid adult male hyena chimera with pine green hair pulled into a high ponytail. Sharp piranha teeth out on display, a tracksuit looked ready to fall apart at any given moment. Blue violet eyes sharp as a tack, the hyena looked away. Why was Pira always awake and raring to go so early in the morning? Even at the ripe age of thirty, nothing will ever slow him down.

    "Good morning, kiddo," Pira greeted, tone energetic. "Were you up all night coding again?"

    Finger pointed at the monitors, the new adult's left eyebrow twitched. Why did he always have to point at everything? Didn't anyone ever teach him that pointing was rude? No? Guess not. Ugh, what could he possibly want this early in the morning for anyway? He was taking away precious coding time! Pen in hand, the scribbles had begun.

    [Yes, I was, does it matter? It's my last summer vacation before I go off to college. Unless, of course, I hit it big and a toy company wants to hear my ideas now.] A written note said.

    "Siorc, I hate to burst your bubble, but that's probably not going to happen," Pira said, shaking his head. "I like your enthusiasm, but the moment you present your ideas to a big tech company, they'll expect you to talk about it. And, when you don't, they'll say, 'he wasted our time, get him out of here!' You're not ready for that yet."

    Same annoying point brought to his attention, the chimera rolled his eyes. Why does he have to say this every single time for? First of all, he has technology. He can have a text to speech voice read out his slides for him, it's that easy. And, it's not like he had to speak to present his ideas. Besides, CEOs are looking for young people fresh out of high school. Scribbling away, he could feel the dreaded rejection ready to come back for me.

    [It's fine, I'll have a text to speech program read out my presentation slides. I did that in school and I still graduated, didn't I? I'm totally ready for the business world. In fact, I might submit my idea today!] A written note said.

    "Are you sure you want to do that, kiddo?" Pira asked, tone concerned. "You know, you're going to summer camp in London next week. You're not going to have time for any of that."

    Dreaded words bathing him deep, the new adult placed a fist behind his back. No, not that, anywhere but that summer camp in London again. He thought he told mother at least ten times that he was not going back there. It was full of humans! Every single year he were to go, not a single chimera ever attended. Please, don't make him go! Why punish him like this?

    Stamping his slipper upon the ground, the recent graduate let out a little hmph. Why should he have to go this year too? He's eighteen, for crying out loud! He's an adult now. He's not a child anymore! Hadn't he aged out of this stupid camp by now? That's right, they definitely only allowed kids from six to seventeen! Which, he's not anymore, by the way. He's staying in his room all summer coding, goodbye.

    [What are you talking about, Pira? I'm an adult now. I don't have to go to that summer camp anymore! I've aged out!] A written note cried.

    "You know that's not true, and it hasn't been for the past ten years," Pira said, shaking his head. "I'm afraid you won't age out until you're twenty one."

    Dreaded words coming his way, the chimera could feel a ball ready to drop down on top of him any second now. Excuse him, what? No way, that couldn't have possibly been true! He had totally aged out by now. Please, tell him Pira's pulling his leg. He's not going to that horrid human polluted summer camp. Not this year, nope.

    [Well, she can't make me go! I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions!] A written paper note cried.

    "Pretty sure she already signed you up again," Pira responded, shrugging. "Anyway, we need to head to the market soon. Mother needs us to get a few things."

    Usual mother antics tossed his way, the hyena let out a sigh. He swears, mother always forgot a few things at the store on purpose to make him go there! Well, sorry, that's not going to work. He knew her tricks, and he could play them like a fiddle! No, two fiddles. Three? Okay, whatever, his point still stands.

    [What does she need us to get this time?] A written note asked.

    "The usual, kiddo," Pira said, looking at a shopping list. "Eggs and sausages. She wants us to go to the meat market to get them, and you know she won't take no for an answer."

    [Give me twenty minutes.] A written note said.

    "Alright, kiddo," Pira responded, looking at his watch. "But, try not to take too long, mother wants to make breakfast at around nine."

    [You act like I take six hours to get ready! I'll be done in twenty minutes. Now, can you please go so I can pick out my clothes?] A written note asked, the word go had been circled.

    Brother exiting, the new adult let out a sigh. He swore, sometimes Pira was a stand in for father. Why did he always have to be away on a million business trips? Was gathering history from South America all that important? Ah, well, not his problem. Digging through his drawers, he slammed the restroom door shut.

    Quick cleansing out the way, the recent graduate held back a screech as he looked in his mirror. No, no, no, why are there blemishes on his face? He didn't give off that sweaty gamer look right about now, did he? Hyena spots glaring daggers at him as well, the concealer had been rubbed on every which way. Ugh, summer camp is going to make him break out all over too, he bet.

    Pulling his hair up into two low pigtails, a bright green sundress with sunflowers on it had soon been pulled over his short body. Matching hairpins and earrings clicked on as well, he twirled. Hmm, he could use a little mascara right about now. Such soon applied, he cracked his knuckles. Time to get this dumb shopping trip over with. Black slipons soon eating his feet, he headed off towards the entrance.

    "Ready to go, kiddo?" Pira asked.

    [Can we make this quick? I'd like to go back to coding.] Words on his phone screen said.

    "I don't know, kiddo, it'll probably be a busy morning, but we can try. Let's go." He stepped out the door.

    Stepping out in kind, the blazing sun was ready to melt the chimera into a puddle. Since when was late June this sweltering? Someone ought to do something about climate change! But, no! Clearly no one cares about that anymore. Blah, blah, blah, the world is doomed, bloo, bloo, blee, what's the point in trying? Everyone on social media was always acting like that, it's so annoying.

    Hearing multiple kids along the way to the meat market blabbering about some magical, digital world, the hyena held back the urge to laugh. The digital world, huh? If only there were a digital world he could escape to instead of going to summer camp, now that would be a dream! But, there was no such thing, was there? Probably not, oh well. He's stuck in this cold, hard, icy world.

    Word digital monsters floating around as well, the chimera held back the urge to sigh. A digital world with digital monsters, huh? If only he could go on an adventure with little yucca cat. But, that's never going to happen. There is no digital world. Virtual Reality may have been immersive, but come on now, it wasn't real. Was this what being an adult felt like? Maybe he had lost all his whimsy in life.

    Reaching the meat market, a pesky busy world waited for him. Multiple kids tugging their mothers sleeves talking about the digital world over and over again, the new adult tried to keep it together. Why are so many kids talking about this today? Honestly, the VR World had been getting way too immersive. The youth had lost touch with reality. Been there, done that!

    Eggs and sausages in the basket, the recent graduate tried to recall. What else did they need again? Pira on the opposite side of the store, he held in the urge to run. When did he tell him they were splitting up? Why did he have to think so hard about that digital world nonsense? Dashing to the back, he huffed a breath.

    "No need to rush, kiddo, I was just about to go to the counter with you," Pira said. "Something wrong?"

    [Nothing, it's noisy here, that's all.] A written note said.

    "Right, well, let's go then." He stepped in front.

    Employees glaring daggers at him, the new adult hurried off towards self checkout. Why did mother have to forget the eggs again? All the humans would always stare at his tail when he was out and about! But, no, make Pira and he go out every time she wants them. She forgot them, his behind. Everything placed in the bag, he ran out of the store as fast as possible.

    Returning home with time to spare, the chimera placed the eggs and sausage by the stove. Can he just rot in his room and code the rest of the summer? Please. Why can't mother see spending an entire six weeks with those pesky humans will do more harm than good! The second she comes out of her room, he's bringing out the big guns.

    Pira screaming they got the eggs and sausage, feet stomped through like a barrel role. Dark purple haired middle aged hyena chimera woman making her grand entrance, those annoying violet eyes locked onto him. Oh, great, here comes mother. She had better not bring up summer camp, he swears to the digital warlords!

    "Good morning, boys," his mother greeted. She then turned towards Siorc. "You excited for summer camp next week?"

    Wretched words coming his way, the hyena tried with all his might to not let out a whistle of doom. Excuse him, why would he excited to go to that wretched place? He's not going there, and that's final! He thought he told her at least ten times after he graduated he won't be attending that place no matter what! He supposed he had to remind her again, huh? Typing away, he could feel his blood ready to boil.

    [Mother, I told you I'm not going to that summer camp! I'm an adult now, and besides, I have to finish coding that digital pet game before I start college! I won't have time for that, what a shame!] Words on his phone screen said.

    "Silly Siorc, you know you're auto enrolled!" his mother exclaimed. "You're going. Maybe you'll finally find someone you want to talk to this year."

    Demanding tone coming his way, the recent graduate bit his lower lip. Oh, no, she's using that voice again. And, what did she just say? He'll find someone he wants to talk to? Nope, better pronounce him dead instead because that won't happen in a million years! Typing away, he tried to not growl.

    [I tell you every year that the entire camp is full of humans! I'm the only chimera there. Please, stop sending me! Can't I go to a coding camp instead? It'll give me some training before I go of to college!] Words on his phone screen said.

    "Aww, I'm sure it won't be that bad!" his mother cried. "You say that every year, and you always come home with a huge smile on your face!" She boiled the sausages with a hum, tone whimsical.

    Mother bringing up falsehoods, the hyena could feel the defense ready to bounce back. Of course he came home with a smile on his face. He was away from that prison after all! But, no, just pretend that's not the case like always. But, why even bother trying to fight? No matter what he were to say, she'd have something to throw back at him. But, no, he must fight. He's not going, and that's final!

    [I'm eighteen, I don't need to go anymore, I'm an adult!] His phone screen said.

    "As long as you live under my roof, you live under my rules," his mother said back. "You're going to summer camp whether you like it or not. You can't sit in your room all summer and code, sweetie. You need sunshine."

    Sausage and eggs plastered in front of him, the chimera wolfed them down in an instant. He didn't need to listen to her. He'll show her, a toy company will call him up the day he departs for summer camp and he won't be able to go! Haha, suck on that egg, mother! Returning to his room, he typed away. He'll show her, he bets he'll have so many people to present to, he won't even make it to London!

    But, none of that happened as the next seven days raced to the finish line. Not a single toy company contacting him, he tried what felt like a million other excuses. He's allergic to the sun. Nope, failed. He just remembered he had a summer job that he took. A laugh in the face. He remembered, he signed up to go to the park and clean it up all summer! F. Pesky day arriving, he nearly stomped out the door.

    [You can't make me go! I'm not going on that bus to London!] A handwritten note shouted.

    "See you later, kiddo," Pira said waving.

    "Bye, sweetie, make a lot of friends this year!" his mother said.

    Honk, honk.

    Pesky bus tooting its horn, the chimera tossed his shirts across the room. Oops, his tote bag exploded! Guess he can't go to summer camp now, huh? What a shame! Shirts put right back in, his back had been pushed out the door. No, no, no, no! This is not happening right now. He needs to stall, quick!

    [Woah, would you look at that? Dad's calling, you'd better pick it up!] A handwritten note shouted.

    But, such failed in an instant, bus doors opening his shoulders were locked. White flag waved as the driver gave him dirty looks, he knew. He's not going not win this battle, is he? Pesky wave of doom coming his way again, he had been pushed up thee steps further. Make him trip on the floor while she's at it, why doesn't he?

    "See you in six weeks!" his mother exclaimed.

    Doors shutting tight, the chimera dragged himself to the furthest seat from the back. Humans already glaring at him pointing disgusted fingers, he leaned in. Ah, great, it's already begun. Please, can they just leave him alone? Creature rumbling, he knew this would be a long six hour ride. Multiple stops filling the creature up quick, the last few seats soon filled up. Please, don't let a human be next to him.

    "Ugh, I can't believe mom is making me go to this camp!" a high pitch voice cried. "I told her, no, I don't want to go to London, can't we just go back to Hong Kong already?' But, no! She told me my foreign exchange program can't end unless I go to camp with humans, of all people!"

    "You too?" another voice asked.

    "Man, same," a third voice said.

    Sitting next to him had been a panda girl with bright red hair pulled into two high twintails. Camp shirt crossed out with markers, he tried not to laugh. How he wished he could do that, but his mother dried up all the markers, sigh. Spiky, bubble gum haired girl with a fish tail behind her on the seat on the opposite end, a black haired rabbit girl was next to her, gazing out the window. Eyes soon on him, he reached for a pen and paper.

    "Sorry, was I too loud?" the red haired panda girl asked.

    "Yeah, like, super loud," another voice on the front seat said.

    "Could you can it?" another voice asked.

    "Whoops, sorry!" the red haired panda girl cried. "Wow, there sure are a lot of chimeras here this year." She then crooked her head to the person next to her. "Oh, wow, you're a chimera, too? Cool. I thought I was going to be the only one."

    "Could you shut your mouth already?" the voice in the seat in front asked.

    "Yes, please, shut it," the voice next to them said.

    Studying the two heads peeking from the top of the seat, the new adult did a quintuple take. Seated on the left portion had been a tall, tan, feminine appearing person with gazelle horns on the top of their head. Blueish green hair as spiky as ever, their eyes looked ready to explode. Golden haired guy with a snake tail touching the top of the seat, his black eyes were reptilic. Man, there sure were a lot of chimeras here. Scribbling away, he could feel eyes ready to size him up once again.

    [Please, could you not say that word out loud? I already have enough eyes on me as it is!] A handwritten note cried.

    "Oh, sorry, am I not supposed to say that? Or am I supposed to be ashamed of what I am?" the red haired panda asked. "You need to have more confidence in your heritage, come on!" She pumped her fists as she said such. "By the way, I'm Shenlong. Why don't you tell me all your names? Then I'll be quiet the whole ride!"

    "Ugh, I bet you're just saying that to talk more!" the bubble gum pink haired girl cried. "Whatever, I'm Bain. Eighteen, and my mother demanded I go to summer camp, I guess. So, here I am, on my way to London."

    "And, I am Shunko," the black haired rabbit girl said. "I, too, am a foreign exchange student. Pleased to meet you." She then lowered her voice into a whisper. "Keep this between us, but I'm only going because I heard that last year, some of the kids got sent to the digital world and went on an adventure with monsters."

    "You can't be serious, that's just a legend!" the gazelle horned stranger cried. "But, whatever, I'm Kelebek. Turned nineteen the other day. But, no, I have to go to this stupid camp anyway."

    "If introducing myself will make you all shut your mouths, I may as well," the golden haired snake tailed guy said. "I'm Elenk. Don't wear it out."

    "And you?" Shenlong asked. "You seem like the quiet type."

    Eyes glued to him, the chimera groaned. Did he really have to introduce himself, like come on now. But, he knew if he didn't, this Shenlong girl would talk his ear off for all of eternity. Might as well get it over with before that happens. Scribbling away with all his might, he almost wanted to write down a few questions.

    [My name is Siorc. Please don't attract attention to us while at camp, okay?] A written note asked.

    "Alright, sorry," Shenlong said, voice lowered. "But, it's not like everyone doesn't know anyway."

    Earbuds soon in, the hyena tinkered away on his coding app. Man, this is going to be a long ride, isn't it? Please, don't let the human campers look at him again, he's tired of their stares! Tip tappying away, the little yucca kitty mewed up a storm as he checked the test environments. Ugh, there it goes again. He needed to set a frequency for that to close to zero.

    Six hours passing, crusty old London waited for him. Pesky older adult humans demanding everyone get off in an orderly fashion, whispers had come his way again. Please, stop looking at him! He knows, he's a chimera, he's hideous. Stop reminding him every single year! Reaching the end, something peculiar soon happened.

    "Chimeras go to the left line, humans go to the right," a loudspeaker squeaked.

    Stepping onto the left line, four other chimeras had been out in front. Seeing such, the new adult's eyes wandered. One, two, there was ten including himself? Well, that's new. Gazing at the camp counselors at the front of the line, he did a double take. Hold on a second, were they also chimeras? Is he dreaming right now? Pinch him.

    Tall, blond man with golden penguin crests and a white track suit, his hair went down to about his shoulders. Fiery orange eyes looking ready to burn, he had two front teeth sticking out. Why did he feel like he's seen this man on television once or twice before? He didn't know, he hardly watched television, but when he did, mother always switched to the nature channel.

    Standing next to him had been a short, dark skinned androgynous jackal person with dark blue hair pulled into a side bun. Fancy looking summer wear over them, they too had orange eyes looking ready to burn. Looking away for a moment, the recent graduate wondered. When did they hire chimera counselors here? Did someone pull the strings for this? Who knows.

    "Hello, there, kids, welcome to camp," the jackal person cried. "You can call me Mister Folu."

    "And, I am Mister Konig," the penguin man said. "And, you had better all behave yourselves! No sneaking out at night!"

    "We're not kids, we're adults!" a high pitched voice up front cried.

    "Yeah, we're all like, eighteen and nineteen!" another voice cried. "Totally adults!"

    "Mhm, whatever you say!" Mister Konig shouted. "We're taking you to your cabins now. Don't stray off the line!"

    Hearing chatter about the digital world again, the hyena's eyes wandered. Could there really have been a digital world out there? But, he shook his head at such. No, of course not, why would there be? That was all made up nonsense anyway! And besides, how would they get there? Thoughts cut off, the cabin had soon been reached.

    Only one singular cabin available, the new adult's eyes twitched. Uh, weren't they supposed to separate the men and women? Not that he was either, but even still. Multiple voices asking such question, a dry answer had soon been returned. Take it or leave it? Aren't these two supposed to be the older adults here? Oh, well, best to not argue. Group of ten flocking in, a sight of horror to behold took the stage.

    Rotting beds everywhere, the world was ready to shatter. This was the only cabin left? It's full of bugs everywhere! Didn't anyone bother to clean it when camp was closed? Those humans in charge, what was going through their heads? He didn't know, that's for sure. Boots stomping in, he tried to keep it together.

    "You all need to be awake by eight every morning," Mister Folu said. "And, every night, we will sit together by the campfire to talk about our days. And, remember, lights out by eleven!"

    "Aight, old man, can you go now?" a tenor voice asked.

    "Excuse me? I'll have you know I'm only thirty!" Mister Folu cried.

    "Cool, can you go now?" Sarcasm was on the air.

    Counselors leaving, the hyena shook up a storm. There's even more cockroaches than last year! Great, this is going to be a horrible six weeks. Please, can he blink and it be all over? Taking the bottom bunk on the left side of the room, someone soon screamed on the other side of the room.

    "Say, ya'll heard about the digital world, right?" a high pitched voice asked.

    "Uh, yeah? What about it?" an alto voice asked.

    "Like, yeah, I heard a bit," a soprano voice asked.

    "Yes, hon, I have heard of it," a high pitched tenor voice asked. "Why?"

    "I heard many kids here have gotten sent to the digital world while at the campfire at night," the high pitch voice called out again. "You think we might get to go next? Between you and me, I only came here 'cause of that rumor. I want to get away from the humans! Don't ya'll?"

    Standing in the middle of the room had been a short tan lizard person with light brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. Fancy vest on them, they had long, curled claws. Striped tail behind them, on their left ear had been one earring. Little digital pet toy on their belt, he tried to not sigh dreamily. Maybe he can get this chimera to test out his new game.

    Looking around with her face buried in her phone had been a short goat woman with blue green hair that went down to about the end of her neck. Two short pigtails at the top, he almost recognized this chick. Oh, isn't she that streamer, uh, Kylling the Goat? He didn't know, did it matter? Dark brown haired bird man with a high ponytail as well looking rather skeptical, he turned to the last person. Dark skinned panther girl with long sea green hair and a pitch black dress to match, she had a few scars on her face for some reason. She seemed like she was into martial arts, he didn't know why.

    "Maybe?" the panther girl asked. "But, you know, that's just a rumor, right?"

    "No, it's true, I'm telling you!" the lizard person cried. "You guys should totally read the camp message board from last year!"

    "Hon, you know, they could be lying," the bird man said, shaking his head. "Ah, well, since it seems like we'll be together for the next six weeks, why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Raven. I'm from France. Nice to meet you."

    "Really? We're just going to move on from the big reveal?!" the lizard person said. "I'm Velours. And, you'll see! The digital world is real!"

    "Digital world this, digital world that!" the blue haired goat cried. "Whatever, name's Kylling, don't wear it out! Ireland, born and raised! And, I'm gonna get a million followers while I'm here!"

    "You know they'll probably take your phone away if they see you streaming, right?" the panther girl asked. "I'm Waiola. And, it's not your business where I'm from."

    "Woah, you ashamed of your heritage or something?" Shenlong asked. "I'm Shenlong, nice to meet you!"

    "Bain, also French, and I'm not going to hide it," Bain greeted.

    "I am Shunko, nice to meet you," Shunko greeted. "And, I highly doubt there is a digital world out there, honestly, so let's get along together, okay?"

    "Kelebek," Kelebek greeted. "As long as you don't touch my things, I don't care, I'm cool with you guys."

    "I'm Elenk, and to save you all the trouble, that quiet dude over there is Siorc," Elenk said, groaning. "Now, can you all shut it and pick your beds? I get the top drawer, by the way! No takebacks!"

    Everyone introducing themselves, the new adult shoved his clothes into the bottom drawer. Creepy crawlies climbing out one after another, tears streamed down his face. Ah, no, please, can six weeks be up already? Why didn't he bring some bug spray with him? Too late for that now, he guessed. Everything put away, he plopped himself beneath the covers. Goodnight world.

    But, the next evening after boring camp activities ended, the first nighttime campfire had been quite strange. Something flickering every once in awhile, the new adult tried to pass it off as the humans on the other side of the camp lighting sparklers. They did that every year, after all. Marshmallow roasted over the flame, he swore that strange light only grew brighter by the second.

    Campfire getting a little fuzzy, the hyena tried to focus. What is this feeling? Why does everything feel so light? Intense blinding light taking over the area, he covered his ears. Is a firework going to eat him alive? Maybe it was. Everyone around him screaming, he kept his mouth shut. Yup, here they come, the sparklers are going to eat him alive.

    Crash, splash, sploosh.

    Opening his eyes, a beach he had never seen before laid itself out in front of him. Palm trees stuck in the sand, the new adult rubbed his eyes. Huh? Where is he? Is he dreaming? Pinching his wrist, he let out a hiss. Ow! No, he's most certainly awake right now. Where is this? Something's not right.

    Little creature with a floppy pink head and tiny green body and a yellow sapling on the top of their head sleeping next to him, he turned at the noise in the corner. Chimera campmates here as well rubbing their sides, a million questions flowed through him. Those fireworks, had they done something? Ah, no, that couldn't have been possible.

    "Ugh, where are we?" Shenlong asked, groaning. She then jumped. "Why's this dragon sleeping next to me?!"

    Small, light blue dragon with a white underbelly and red horns snuggling up next to Shenlong, the chimera placed his finger on his chin. He's seen this critter before on the digital pet developers forums. Or, had he? Honestly, they looked like a standard monster in a roleplaying game. Wait, hold on a second. Was this? No. Of course not, why would he be in the digital world? Silly him.

    "My head hurts," Bain groaned. She then gazed at the water, something locking eyes with her. "Uh, hello there, who are you?"

    "Hmm, a creature is looking at you, too?" Shunko asked. "How strange. Uh, hi there, do you know where we are?"

    Strange green fish with orange spots on it, the creature had rather pointy teeth. Man, did that thing look rather scary. It didn't eat chimeras, did it? Please, don't let that be the case here, he's not tasty! Little blue tadpole creature looking ready to flop out of the water, the party of two soon put toothy smiles on their face.

    "Hi, there, my name is Swimmon," the fish said. "And, I'm your Digimon partner."

    "And, I'm Otomamon," the tadpole said. "Are you Shunko?"

    Word Digimon dropped out into the open, the hyena turned his attention towards the little sleeping critter next to him. Wait a second, did that fish call itself a Digimon? Did that stand for Digital Monster? He's dreaming right now, right? Pinch him, please, he's definitely in a long, vivid dream right about now.

    "Did that thing over there just call itself a Digimon?" Kelebek asked. They then turned towards a cartoony ghost creature with no face and a black hat. "Let me guess, you're a Digimon, too?"

    "Yup, yup, name's Soulmon, nice to meetchya!" the ghost monster cried.

    "Tell me I'm dreaming, wake me up, please," Elenk groaned. He then turned towards a pink lizard. "Before you say some hero of the universe nonsense, just tell me your name and can it."

    "Um, my name is Elizamon," a little pink and blue quadruped lizard creature said. "Eek!"

    "See? See? I told you there was a digital world, didn't I?!" Velours cried. "I told you, I all told you!" They then pointed at their Digimon. "This is my partner, Kotemon! Come on, say hello!"

    "Hmph," the creature said.

    Fencing armor lizard creature looking away, the chimera studied the other three creatures beside everyone else. Red mask wearing flower creature beside Kylling, the new adult could feel a major mismatch. Uh, that definitely doesn't fit, does it? Brown falcon creature with sharp metallic talons beside Raven, he nodded. Those two seem perfect for one another, maybe. Little orange lion critter with a mean look on their face, he turned his attention back towards his own partner. Wake up, please?

    "Alright, I guess you were right," Kylling groaned. She then turned towards her partner. "So, what's your name? You wanna become famous with me?"

    "Sure, I'm Floramon," Floramon said.

    "I must admit, hon, you were right," Raven said, loose hair on the top of his head jiggling. "Your name is Falcomon, I presume? If my boyfriend came to camp with me, he'd be very jealous of you taking my attention."

    "Yup, yup, that's right," the falcon creature said.

    "And, you are?" Waiola asked in a tired tone. She then sighed. "How do we get home?"

    "Liollmon is the name," the little lion creature said. "And, I dunno, when most campers get sent here, they try to look for the Digi King, or something. But, they usually fail and just get sent back early. You'll probably end up like them, I bet."

    Shenlong's little dragon soon waking up, the hyena swore the little creature soon puffed fire up a storm. Backing away, the chimera covered his eyes. That dragon, did it just puff out a fireball? Oh, no, oh, no, can someone bring him to the closest exit and send him back to camp? No, Siorc, calm down, it's not like he hasn't seen it before! Keep it cool.

    "Hey, that's not true!" the dragon creature shouted. "These kids are the next Digidestined, ya know!"

    "Dracomon's right, Liollmon, they're the next Digidestined!" Swimmon exclaimed. "If Lalamon would just wake up, she'd explain." The fish then rose their voice. "Lalamon, wake up, rise and shine!"

    Little seedling creature opening their eyes, the chimera studied them for a moment. Small circular pitch black eyes looking slightly fatigued, the information had begun to swim through the new adult's head. Wait, just a second, hold on, hold the phone. Actually, no, hold the digital device attached to his skirt. Excuse him, so, they're all Digidestined? What even is that? Also, second, he's an adult, and not to mention, a chimera, does he even qualify for that? No, probably not. Should he just find a way home? Maybe. Or, maybe not.

    "Hmm?" Lalamon asked, yawning. "What's up, Swimmon?"

    "The Digidestined are here," Swimmon said.

    "Oh, is that all?" Lalamon asked, yawning. "You explain it for me. I'm sleepy."

    "Okay, well, you see--" Swimmon started to explain, but a loud hup cut them off.

    "No, no need to explain, I think I get it, this is like that anime I watched when I was a little panda kid back in Hong Kong," Shenlong said, hand up in the air. "So, we're the next generation of Digidestined, and together, we need to save the digital world in order to get back home. Did I get that right?"

    "Woah! Overzealous much?" Elenk cried.

    "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that you overstated our purpose here, man," Bain sighed.

    "You sure about that, like, I think we could get a million followers if we act like we're heroes, and stuff!" Kylling cried.

    "Is that all you ever think about?" Waiola groaned.

    Childhood anime mentioned, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. That show did sound familiar. He recalled watching something like that a few times and thinking he wanted to make a digital pet toy all his own after finishing the whole thing. But, no, that had to have been a coincidence, right? Probably.

    "Well, I think that sounds about right, honestly," Raven said. "Falcomon, that is what a Digidestined is, no?"

    "Pretty much, yes," Falcomon said. "Man, it's been so long since we've had new Digidestined."

    "How long, might I ask?" Shunko asked.

    "I asked that already, and they said the last one was twenty years ago," Velours said, swiping their finger across their nose. "So, let's be the best Digidestined this world has ever seen!"

    Everyone except Kelebek cheering, the chimera once again gazed at his sleepy partner. Was he really, truly, this Digidestined thing these critters were talking about? Did he really deserve to be called such a thing? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he should try to find a way to get back to camp. Should he say something? He could feel his fingers begin to itch.

    "I don't know," Kelebek said, sighing. "Are you really sure we're these Digidestineds they're talking about? Honestly, this is coming off as real fishy, don't you think?"

    "We promise you, we're telling the truth," Elizamon said shaking. "You really are the Digidestined, and we need you to save the digital world. Go meet the Digi King if you don't believe us."

    "I believe we will do just that!" Kelebek shouted. "Tell us how to get there, ghostie!"

    "So, uh, you need to head over to Castle Town," Soulmon said with a whistle. "But, I must warn you, it's a treacherous road."

    Other chimera discussing things with their Digimon partner, the new adult turned his attention towards his own. This Lalamon sure slept a lot, huh? Scribbling away, he tried to introduce himself, but he soon erased it as a strange critter came out from the water. Yucca cat army slowly approaching, a shock shot down his spine. Hold on a second, that's the flower monster he was fixing the code for before he left for camp. What's it doing here? Critter walking away, he finished scribbling.

    [Hello, Lalamon, I'm Siorc, let's work hard together.] A written note said.

    "Okay," Lalamon said, yawning. "I'm Lalamon. Nice to meet you." She then yawned again. "I might be a little slow. Hope you're okay with that, partner."

    [Fine with me, take your time.] A written note said.

    But, as everyone else had come to know their Digimon, a loud rumble took the stage. Gigantic Yucca cat stomping around on the beach, the new adult wobbled. Where did this big guy come from? Little device glowing on the side of his skirt, he looked towards Lalamon. They should probably fight that thing, right? Ah, no, he hardly ever played games with battling in them aside from playtesting his own! He's done for!

    "Oh, no!" Floramon cried. "The big bad Yucca cat is here! Guys, we have to knock it out!"

    "Wait, say that again!" Kylling cried. "What is this thing, and how did it get here?"


    "We don't know!" Elizamon cried. "One day, a whole ton of foreign monsters started flooding our world! We need your help, Digidestined!"

    Yucca cat meowing ever five seconds, the recent graduate's heart leaped. Wait, second, these creatures, they were definitely from his computer. Oh, no, this was all his fault, wasn't it? He doesn't deserve the honor to be called a Digidestined. Should he come clean? Maybe he should before it's too late.

    "Meeew, meeeew, meeeew!" the Yucca cat shouted.

    "Owie!" Dracomon cried. "That hurt!"

    "Dracomon, do that fireball thing you did earlier!" Shenlong cried.

    "Okay, Shenlong, I'll do my best!" Dracomon cried. "Fireball!"

    Prickly thorny attacks hitting all the other critters, the hyena could feel a ton drop on his back. This is all his fault, isn't it? He's responsible for this, he's the cause for this huge monster. He needs to say something, hurry, say something. Come on, don't be a coward, open up his lips and spill the beans.

    But, he couldn't. Lips sealed, he let out a sigh. No, there's no way he could. Besides, who would believe him? No one would, that's for sure. Maybe he should have spent more time tinkering out those bad lines of code before leaving for this summer camp. Too late now, he bets. Oh, no, did he forget to close the terminal before leaving, too? Yup, this is all his fault.

    "Swimmon, go for it!" Bain cried.

    "I got this, Bain!" Swimmon shouted, jet of water coming at the enemy.

    "Otomamon, after you," Shunko said, bowing.

    "Okay, here goes," Otomamon said.

    "Soulmon, scare them!" Kelebek shouted.

    "Boo!" Soulmon screeched.

    "I don't care what you do, just do whatever," Elenk said. He then mumbled under his breath, "Unbelievable, why did I have to be wrapped up into this stupid thing?"

    "Kotemon, strike with glory!" Velours cried.

    "Hmm!" Kotemon cried.

    "I got the sky, partner," Falcomon said, flapping upward.

    "Okay, hon," Raven said with a smile. He then turned towards Kylling. "Hon, do you really have time to stand around and take selfies?"

    "Yup, 'cause we're gonna knock down this kitty in one shot, come on Floramon!" Kylling cried.

    "Coming!" Floramon shouted. "Raa!"

    "This is stupid, there's no way you're going to win," Liollmon howled.

    "You're not even trying," Waiola said, sighing.

    "Why should I try? I know you'll all lose." They curled into a ball, snoring away.

    Attacks aplenty barely denting the creature, the hyena tried to recall. What weakness did he program into the Yucca cat? Ah, right, water, he almost forgot. Uh, but would that apply here? He was pretty sure in the digital world, weaknesses were rock, paper scissors, or something. Maybe the answer here was teamwork? No, probably not.

    Everyone knocked back every which way on repeat, Lalamon soon took the stage. Alright, Siorc, think, think. Ah, wait, he knows now, weren't yucca considered night plants? The sun, that's it! Tapping Lalamon's little shoulder, he knew. That had to have been it. They were a flower, right? Of course, that was the answer. Eyes on him, a head tilt had come his way.

    "Yes?" Lalamon asked. "What is it?"

    [This monster's probably weak to the sun, can you strike with a solar attack, Lalamon?] A written note asked.

    "Sure, I can try," Lalamon said, yawning. As she said such, she flew towards the enemy. "Nut Explosion!"

    Sunlight shining down as nuts exploded one after another, the new adult's glowed for a little while as the battle turned into the yucca cat's favor for blows on end. Oh, no, is this it? Is the battle going to end on a sour note? Everyone else's partners looking ready to lose consciousness, he could hear a pained groan up ahead.

    "It's no use, they're too strong!" Velours cried.

    "I give up, I give up!" Bain cried. "Ugh!"

    "It's too early to give up!" Lalamon cried. "We can do this! Everyone, leave it to me!" Floating upward, she soon shouted.

    Lalamon Digivolve to.

    Device glowing, the seedling critter spun in a circle for a moment. Large sunflower creature with a snaggletooth taking their place, the chimera blinked. Uh, what's digivolving? Did Lalamon just change into something else? Which game did this remind him of again? Ah, no good, he can't seem to remember anymore.

    Sunflowmon!

    "No fair! Siorc's Digimon evolved already?!" Kylling cried. "I wanted to be the first!"

    "Sunshine Beam!" Sunflowmon shouted.

    Yucca cat monster meowing in pain, the hyena blinked. So, it really was weak to sunlight, huh? Second and final attack taking the stage as the creature fell, he could feel a spark flow through him. What was that just now? Ah, no, it was probably nothing. At least, nothing important anyway. He shouldn't think too hard about it.

    Battle coming to an end, everyone agreed to go meet the Digi King. Sunflowmon walking beside him, he locked eyes with her. Wasn't she supposed to go back to her child form or something? Ah, well, this one was better anyway, he must admit. Leaving the beach behind as everyone prepared for the long trek ahead, he could feel something strange brew inside him.

    Maybe he will enjoy summer camp this year.

    In the digital world, at least.



    [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill Ingenuity


    Alrighty, so here's Digimon Siorc and his Sunflowmon partner. I must admit, it's been a long time since I watched/engaged with Digimon, and I know the ending was a bit rushed, sorry. Next one is the Bandori anthology. I'm very excited!
     
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    Bang Dream! My Happy Box




    "Hi there, um, man, I'm horrible with
    Introducing myself. So,

    The name's Siorc Ingne, but,
    Hmm, I am liking the name Sandy lately,
    Ehe. So, I am a hyena chimera with a shark brain. I'm a twin, and the youngest of three siblings?
    Recently turned twenty.
    Every morning before college,

    I practice guitar along with
    My girl voice.

    So, here's the deal about me.
    I live
    On this artificial island in Japan called Hoshiyume-Jima, otherwise known as Star Dream Island. It's a
    Remote somewhat secret island
    Created in the hopes of getting foreigners to converge here.

    I don't know why it was built, but we moved here when I was thirteen. I used to live in Britain, but
    Natalie, actually I think she goes by Nadine now, sorry said one day, 'we are
    Going to be moving to Japan!'
    Now, our parents are
    Err, historians, always moving, so

    I was used to being tossed around the world.

    Let's see,
    I was born in Ireland, but I
    Very much hardly
    Even recall living there.

    Okay, where else have I been? In order? The
    Netherlands, Hong Kong, Canada, France, and finally, Britain. I

    Had moved every two years until I was thirteen!
    Once I was thirteen, we moved to Japan, I've been here ever
    Since. I speak seven languages, it's a pain.
    Hmm, I speak, Irish, English, Dutch, French, both Chinese and Mandarin and Japanese.
    I was told from a

    Young age to study a lot of languages.
    Ugh, but here's the big
    Mighty problem.
    Err, the thing is, I'm

    Just not a talker.
    I'm disgusted by
    My voice.
    Always have been,

    Always will be, yes I
    Keep practicing my girl voice
    And all that, but

    Simply put, my base voice?
    Truly disgusting.
    And, I would
    Rather never use it. I

    Doubt I can permanently
    Reach girl range
    Even though I'm
    Always training, but
    Maybe, I can at least start a band?

    I don't know, honestly.
    So, alright,
    Let me start by saying, I
    Am a huge fan of Popipa, My Go and Yumemita!
    Now, I heard of Popipa in my first year of High School or Second?
    Don't remember, but

    In the end, they were around my

    Age, starting a band, though super far away. I was
    Determined right then and there to go
    On and perfect my girl voice! Old
    Recordings are
    Especially disgusting, but I

    Plan to perfect it, and
    One day
    Perform with Popipa on stage!
    I'd enjoy that so much. I'm
    Pretty neutral towards Roselia
    And Afterglow. I went

    Ahead and tried their music, but
    Nah, not motivating for me. I
    Dabbled in Pastel Palettes and Hello Happy World, but

    You know? Honestly,
    Uh, my twin, Leah likes them. So,
    Maybe I don't want to
    End up getting into them.
    Maybe I'm just you know a bit jealous she perfected her girl voice first?
    I know!
    That's petty of me,
    Aha. But, still.

    Anyway, I am also
    Not a huge fan of Raise A Suilen or Morfinica who appeared one
    Day in

    My second year, I believe.
    Yes, I saw them perform, but I

    Guess they're not for me. And
    Once my third year rolled

    In, My Go, Ave Mujica and Yumemita soon

    Were added to the big girls band party,
    And I was instantly hooked? I
    Needed to perfect
    That girl voice!

    Though I am still not there,
    Haha. And now I'm in my second year of college.
    Everything feels

    Pretty hopeless in the
    End. I don't think I'll be able to hit the
    Range I want. I
    Feel like the only way might be to
    Err, cut a portion of my larynx. I
    Can't afford
    That. I'm

    Going to be envious of my sister forever,
    In the end, she perfected hers
    Rather early. I feel
    Like I

    Very much won't ever perfect mine, but
    Oh well,
    I won't give up! I
    Can't give up! I won't
    Ever give up hope.

    So, uh, watch
    Over me,
    Okay? Man, I'm
    Not good with intros. I'm ending this, bye."


    It had been a rather breezy early morning for the people and chimeras currently residing on the artificial island known as Hoshiyume-jima, otherwise known as Star Dream Island. The beaches were full despite it being the third of May. The models were posing; cameras were flashing. It was a typical day for the people who lived there. But, for one particular chimera, today would be an awakening.

    Ring, ring, ring, ring, wake up, wake up!

    Slam.

    Ugh.


    Groaning from underneath the covers had been a short feminine appearing twenty year old humanoid individual with long dark purple hair that went down to about the backside with slightly unruly curls. Mismatched purple and green eyes looking ready to close shut once more, on the face had been a ton of large freckles. Hyena ears bobbing on the top of the head, the chimera reached for a mirror.

    Pesky furry creatures moving to the beat, the young adult groaned. Must have partially transformed while asleep again, great. Eyes closed, the human ears appeared once more. Grey, fluffy pajamas with red hearts on the sleeves engulfing the person, the hyena curled back underneath the covers. Goodnight. Zzz.

    Ring, ring, ring, ring, wake up, wake up, it's five o'clock, time to practice!

    Slam.

    Yawn.


    Clock ringing fifteen minutes later, the hyena let out a groan. What was happening before heading off to afternoon classes today? Oh, right, practicing the girl voice, the hyena almost forgot. Placing the currently human hands over a poster with a brown haired girl with cat eared shaped buns, a somber wave flowed through the person. At this point, would there ever be hope to sound like a girl? Maybe by now, it was too late for all that. Twenty years old, the opportunity was closing. In no world would opening with Poppin' Party ever be possible.

    Rubbing the eyes, the young adult unlocked the phone. Which song should be played today? Opening up the MyGO!!!!! playlist, the chimera squinted. Silhouette Dance sounded good right about now. Opening the Femmevoice Tracker application, the hyena almost wanted to close it. Was there any point in keeping track anymore? Maybe there hadn't been. It was all going to waste anyway. Five years of practicing, the wall had been hit.

    Reaching for the old brown guitar, the chimera strummed the strings for a moment, ears burning. Ah, great, it was out of tune again. Was it the spring heat? Maybe. For early May it had been quite sweltering. Turning the knobs, the chimera tried to press gently. This thing was so old. If not careful, all the strings would break. Perhaps it was time to shop for a new one? Ah, no, honestly, why bother? It might be time to give up on this dream.

    Taking out the tablet, the young adult searched far and wide for Silhouette Dance's sheet music. Finding it almost immediately, the lyrics had been up and ready to go. Pressing the record button, the chimera huffed a breath. Alright, okay, three, two, one, ahem, ahem, it's time to practice the girl voice once again.

    Strumming away, the young adult belted out a tune as the first guitar solo ended. Highlight going over to the next bar, the individual sweat up a storm. The lyrics were right, right? Or had there been multiple mistakes? No, no, focus, la la la la, who cares about a few lyrical mistakes? It's just practice.

    Raising the pitch a bit as the second guitar solo ended, the hyena tried the best the individual could muster. Steady now, gentle, inflect gently. Strumming away, the hyena kept the momentum going as the third and final portion of the solo ended. Attempting to reach a high note on the subete, the young adult kept focused. And, now for the last part.

    Reaching the end of the song, the young adult dragged out a sigh. Ah, no, that was not good enough. But, that was just a warmup. Or, maybe the lead singer of MyGo!!!!!'s vocal range was a little too deep. Well, oh well. Time to look for another one. Sifting through Popipa's discography, one particular song caught the hyena's attention.

    Tokimeki Experience breezing through the phone screen, an intense wave of nostalgia flowed through the chimera. Man, this one brought back memories. How many times had this one been practiced? Honestly, so many times. Guess it wouldn't hurt to return to old reliable. Maybe, for once, reaching Kasu--'s range wouldn't out of possibility. Besides, the person didn't need sheet music for that one.

    Placing the guitar back upward, the young adult turned on the guitarless instrumental. Alright, here goes, Tokimeki Experience, feat: Sandy. Strumming away, the young adult sang away. Alright, okay, try and hit the high notes, here goes. Inoru, sora ni, trying to get the head into the game, the individual's head spun. Ah, no, messed up the beginning part again. No, no, this can still be salvaged keep going!

    Accidentally belting out a loud, soft twinkle, the chimera the hyena could feel the passion flowing, putting a lot of flair into the Tokimeki Experience portion of the song, the last measure was ready to eat the room alive. Just a little more, just one more minute, here goes. Messing up the lyrics, the hyena once again tried to salvage the moment. Uh, uh, how did the last part go? Ah, right, stage. Why did the lyrics have to slip the mind? Strumming the last portion, the chimera swore a round of applause kicked in from the door frame.

    "Wow, Siorc, your girl voice is sounding really good!" a hyper, high pitched voice at the edge of the door said. "Your training's really paying off!"

    Standing at the door had been a short, young woman with permed purple hair that went down to about the chest with what felt like a million ribbons. Violet eyes with mascara practically shining like the sun, the young adult held in the urge to sigh. As usual, Leah was better at everything. Perfecting her girl voice first, getting a head start. The individual couldn't help but feel a little green every single day over all that. Bright pink shirt with a glowing star over it with the text, Magical Dreamer, the chimera put the guitar down, reaching for a notepad and pen.

    |Did I really sound like a girl just now? I'm not so sure about that.| A written note said.

    "You did, I'm telling you that you totally did!" Leah cried. "You were recording yourself just now, right?"

    |Of course, I always do.| A written note said.

    "Then play it back, you'll see!" Leah cried. "You sounded great! Almost like Kasu--!"

    Stretching, the young adult pressed back the play button. Alto voice playing back, the chimera's eyes grew big. Woah, that voice, did that really come out of the throat? That sounded like a girl voice. A genuine, bonafide girl voice! Or, was Leah lying? Maybe it sounded like an effeminate dude voice still? Maybe. Perhaps Leah was just trying to be nice as usual. But, a screech soon took the chimera out of it.

    "Hey, Nadine, listen to this!" Leah cried. "Siorc's perfected his girl voice!"

    "Really, has he?" a tenor, but gentle voice with feminine flare asked. "Let me listen!"

    Coming towards the door had been a rather tall feminine older adult woman in their late thirties with long light purple hair pulled into a messy curly low bun with a Chinese style hairpin colored bright blue. Fluffy one piece strawberry pajamas, the hyena tried to not sweat. Even at thirty eight, Natalie, excuse him, her name was Nadine now, he almost forgot. She changed it again after the snip, as she called it. Jerking his head towards the right and left, the chimera broke into a sweat. If anyone was going to crush his dreams right about now, it would be Nadine. After all, she was a budding feminine and lady expert.

    "Restart the track from the beginning for me, could you dearie?" Nadine asked.

    |You sure you want to listen?| A written note asked.

    "Yes, dearie, come on, don't be nervous," Nadine said. "I won't judge you too harshly, I promise you."

    |Okay.| A written note said.

    Restarting the track, the chimera could feel himself about to shrink to the size of a pea. There's no way he actually sounded like a girl, right? Leah was just being nice. Nadine was close to dropping him back down to reality. He remembered when Leah perfected hers years ago, she was given full marks. If only he was the one born three minutes earlier instead. He's always going to straggle behind.

    Nadine's green eyes practically shining, the hyena twisted his pajama shirt. That wasn't a good face, right? Maybe it was time to give up on this dream after all. He'll never get to start a band. He'll most certainly never get to be on the same stage as Popipa, MyGo!!!!! or Yumemita. Sigh. Maybe he should sell his guitar and peel off all the posters and get a boring office job as a salaryhyena, or something.

    "Wow, dearie! You sound like a perfect girl!" Nadine cried. "Almost like that band you're always talking about! What were they called again? Popipo?"

    "It's Popipa!" Leah corrected, giggling. "He should have trained to Pastel*Palettes songs like me! Maybe he would have sounded like a girl a lot faster!"

    |You're not just saying that to be nice, are you?| A written note asked.

    "No, dearie, of course not," Nadine shouted.

    |Are you sure? Are you really sure? I don't sound like an effeminate man?| A written note asked.

    "No, dearie, no, you really sound like a girl!" Nadine exclaimed. "I wouldn't ever lie to you!"

    Playing the clip recording back one more time, the chimera's eyes shimmered like stars in the sky. Wow, he really did sound like a bonafide girl! After twenty years and one week on this planet, and five years of practicing, he was finally getting somewhere! He could feel it now. He'll be the opening act for Popipa's concert at the dome someday! Maybe MyGo!!!!!'s too?

    Shooting star ready to dance, the future lead singer placed his guitar back on the rack. He should start that band after all! Maybe he could still join the college's Pop Music Club, too. It wasn't too late right? Although, it had been a month since lectures had started, oopsie. But, it's never too late right? No more going home club for this princess!

    |I can't believe it, I really do sound like a girl!| A written note cried. He then scribbled some more. |I did it! I finally did it!|

    "Congratulations, dearie, years of practice really paid off!" Nadine cried. But, a voice interrupted.

    "%%$&*, Siorc, don't you think it's time to get ready? You know, you two have to water the school's botanical garden today, don't you?" an annoyed voice asked. "And, &$%^&*$, don't you have to leave for work soon? Why are you still here? It's Nine o'clock! Get going!"

    Standing in the corner of the room had been a short, middle aged woman with long purple hair that went down to about her backside. Hyena paws out in the open and white blouse suit, the hyena's brain did a somersault. Ugh, Auntie Leoa needed to learn Leah and Nadine's names by now. Hearing %%$&* was worse than listening to his horrible classmates laughing at his socks all the time.

    "Auntie, it's Leah!" Leah cried. "And, I was just about to get ready!" She then placed her finger on her chin. "Say, don't you have to go to work right about now?"

    "I've told you countless times now, my name's Nadine," Nadine said, groaning. "I am opening today at eleven." They then sighed. "I thought you had to meet with the island head today. Why are you still here?"

    "I was just about to leave, but then I saw you three were still here," Auntie Leoa barked back. "Come on, it's about time you lot get ready to leave. Especially you two. Don't you want to graduate college?" She then locked eyes with Siorc. "And, Siorc, stop playing guitar. I heard at least fifteen mistakes today."

    Paw in a stop position, the college student wanted to pull his hair out. There auntie Leoa goes again. She was such a buzzkill. Why did she have to be home this morning? Honestly, maybe he should have taken mother and father's offer to live with them in Egypt. But, eh. This artificial island life was much better, he supposed. Besides, the desert was horrible. He wouldn't last a second there.

    Word give up floating through his ears, the young adult folded his left arm into a fist. Stop playing guitar? No way, not in a million years! Who cares if he made a few, no a dozen plus three mistakes? It's not like he was in a band yet, and besides, that thing was old. When he shopped for a new one with his money from his school job, it would all be good! His Aunt doesn't understand a thing.

    |I'm not going to stop. Could you please go now? I want to get ready for class.| A written note said.

    "Fine, I'll go, see you later," Auntie Leoa said. "But, you really need to rethink this hobby of yours."

    Sisters leaving as well, the young adult headed off towards his dresser. Shirt picked out, he sprinted off towards the restroom. Half hour spritzing steaming up the box, he gazed at his reflection. Sandy, that was a perfect name, that's for sure. Should he start trying it out at school? Shaking his head, he put on the wrap. No. It's not like anyone would try. Maybe he'll at least try with his chimera friends.

    Slapping on a light blue spaghetti strap belly shirt with a pink bottom and v-neck the same color, eight hearts colored purple, light pink, blue, green, fuchsia, black, golden yellow and white locked eyes with the college student. This shirt wasn't too small, was it? Not like he was getting any bigger or anything. Denim shorts with fluffy pink bottoms, he reached for the socks.

    Lavender, white and green striped socks soon over him, the young adult applied the mascara. He didn't put on too much this time, did he? Maybe he did. Blue heart earrings hooked into place, he pulled his hair up into a high ponytail. Pink heart hairpin clipped on as well, he slapped his cheeks. It'll be fine today, surely. No one will say anything. Mismatched pink and blue heeled shoes slipped on, the college student dashed off towards the kitchen.

    Quick bite to eat wolfed down, the chimera held back the urge to cough. As usual, Nadine put on way too much jam on these meat lover's waffles. But, he didn't have the heart to say anything. She took time out of her busy day to make them after all. Leah standing up from the table, he had soon been taken out of it.

    "Well, we'd better get going!" Leah cried. "See you later!"

    "See you later, dearies!" Nadine cried. "Text me if you're staying out late!"

    "I will!" Leah cried. "Siorc will too, I'm sure!"

    Waving, the young adult exited the abode. Blazing sun locking eyes with him, the young adult let out a barely audible sigh. He opened the Pandora Happy Box today, that's for sure. Please, please let today go by smoothly. Crossing the crossroads as usual, the beach waves in the distance crashed onto the sand. He still remembers the day his parents told him about the Hoshiyume project ten years ago when it was in full swing. He spent forever trying to learn Japanese. But, that was ancient history at this stage.

    Reaching the college botanical gardens after about fifteen minutes, the young adult caught a yawn, but tried to hide it. Come on, Sandy, look alive! Ah, no, it was too early to call himself that, right? Right. Sigh. Tall dark skinned man with bushy strawberry red hair, and pitch black frog eyes locking eyes with him, the future lead singer tried to look away. Why does his upperclassman Goma always come here dressed in a tracksuit? He bet he ran laps around the entire island every single day in the blink of an eye.

    "Morning, girls, the bonsai trees need watering," Goma greeted. "When do you two have lectures today?"

    "Siorc's lectures start at eleven," Leah said. "Mine start at eleven thirty."

    "Alright, then, just water the bonsai trees with the rest of the morning committee," Goma responded. A small grin soon appeared on his face. "You seem happy today, Siorc. Somethin' good happen?"

    |Nothing important. I'll go water the bonsai trees now.| A written note said.

    "Alrighty, make sure you grab the mulch, some aren't doing all too well." His voice was serious.

    Heading for the shed, the young adult slapped his cheeks. He needed to wipe this silly grin off his face and get into school mode, come on, Sandy, Goma's going to make fun of him if he keeps that look on his face. Grabbing the watering can and mulch, he tiptoed through the bonsai garden. Man, this school sure had a lot of them, that's for sure.

    Slipping in his earbuds, the college student popped on a song. He was feeling a nice Kyoku right about now. Blasting the tune as he dripped down the water, he tried to not hum. Ah, this one's really hitting the spot right now! How did MyGo!!!!! sound so great all the time? Tomo-- was amazing when she started. He'll never be her.

    Feeling a tap on his shoulder as kept the water going, the chimera turned around. Locking eyes with him had been a short young adult otter woman with long silver hair pulled into two low stringy pigtails from behind her. Big blue eyes and frog button shirt, next to her had been a feminine appearing otter person with the same shade. Shorter locks pulled into two rings at the top, his cheeks grew pink. Ah, right, Pulao and Chiwen were part of the college planting committee, how could he forget?

    "Siorc, you forgot to plug in your earbuds," Pulao said.

    "My, my, and listening to MyGo!!!!! so loudly early in the morning, too," Chiwen said, giggling.

    Wire dangling in the air, the young adult's face grew even redder. Oh, no, he forgot to plug in his earbuds again? Oh, no, he's in big trouble now! What if the others heard that? He'll be called to the chancellor's office immediately. Reaching for his notepad, he scribbled away with a loud fury.

    |Sorry, I didn't mean to!| A written note cried.

    "It's fine, just remember to plug it in next time," Pulao said, sighing. "How you doing?" But, an interruption soon kicked in.

    "MyGo!!!!! Huh? Didn't think you listened to them," an alto voice said.

    "Yeah, Sio, I always took you for a Pasupare kind of person," a high pitched voice said.

    Watering the bonsai trees next to him had been a tall, black haired bird woman with her locks pulled into two high heart shaped buns. Teal eyes looking ready to burn, her falcon wings from behind her soon retracted. It seems like Dove had forgotten something herself, huh? Pitch black button down shirt over her, a short grey haired woman with a small ponytail, ribbons and pink hair held in the urge to sigh. Well, Gris looked as tired as she usually did. Had her scorpion tail fell off again or something?

    |First of all, Gris, I have never been a fan of Pastel*Palettes. You know they were caught pretending to play their instruments and singing on stage, right? I'd never listen to them after learning that!| A written note cried. He then scribbled some more. |And, listen, Dove, MyGo!!!!! is the best. They're so good. You just don't understand!|

    "Eh, no I don't, I prefer Afterglow and Ave Mujia after all," Dove said, shrugging. 'Whatever, though, how you doing today?"

    "Same, honestly, I prefer Roselia and Morfonica, I never can get behind why you're so devoted to MyGo!!!!! and Poppin' Party for," Gris said, sighing. "Oh, well, I'm not judging." But, two more voices soon interrupted the flow.

    "Morfonica, the best?! As if!" an annoyed voice cried. "You're wrong! Raise A Suilen's the goat!"

    "Nah, RAS is totally washed, Tuer, like," another voice cried. "You know who's the real goat? Hello, Happy World! They perform for hospitals! Unlike everyone else, they're actually helping people with their music!"

    Groaning in the corner had been a tall blue skinned woman with half pink, half black stringy bangs that went down to about her backside. Yellow shirt with an eraser on it, sweat poured down his cheek. Tuer always wore the weirdest clothes. When she told him she was a mermaid, he almost didn't believe her at first. Blue haired seven tailed fox girl with her locks pulled up into two bushy twintails, her golden dress was almost too big for her. He supposed he can see why Mellem liked Hello, Happy World, but sorry, their style just wasn't for him, so shoot him.

    |They're all fine in their own niche, let's not fight about it, alright?| A written note asked. He drew a little sweat drop next to the question mark, adding another line underneath. |And, I'm fine, Dove, Pulao. Honestly, I'm thinking of starting a band soon.|

    But, a long silence soon followed as he held up that sheet of paper. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he had. Right, as if he could start a band with that voice. He bets after today he'll sound like an effeminate man again, no thanks. Maybe he was putting himself up onto too high of a horse for this after all. Watering the bonsai trees, his phone buzzed. Would you look at that? Ten minutes until class, he'd better get going.

    "A band, huh?" Pulao said, finger on her chin. "You sure? When we asked you that last time, you texted Chiwen and I with, no way, my voice is hideous. You sure you won't change your mind?"

    "Ah, right, he did text us that, didn't he?" Chiwen said, hand on their chin as well.

    "You know, I've been hearing the band scene has always been pretty crazy on this campus, though." Dove added.

    "That's right, what Doe said!" Gris also added in an exclamatory tone. "Would you really want to try and start a band?"

    "I don't know, I mean, most people here break up after like, one concert," Tuer said, arms crossed.

    "Yeah, you know, honestly, like, this college is cursed when it comes to bands," Mellem said, arms crossed. "Super cursed."

    |Well, maybe I'll avoid the curse, you never know!| A written note cried.

    "If you say so, Siorc," Pulao said shrugging. "Tell you what, why don't we go to the open mic diner across from campus tonight, and if you can sing like a girl well enough, Chiwen and I will form a band with you. That sound like a plan?"

    "My, my, roping me into this, sis?" Chiwen asked. "I'm sure he'd rather be in a band with his own twin, don't you?"

    Leah brought up, the hyena's eyebrow twitched. Him, in a band with her? No way. She'll just steal the spotlight. And, besides, last he checked, she didn't know how to play guitar She'd outshine him in an instant. He'll pass on that, thank you! Not happening unless she was the last chimera on earth alongside him, and the only way to save the world was to play music.

    |I'd rather not be in a band with my sister, honestly.| A written note said. He then scribbled away further. |I wouldn't mind going to the open mic diner in the evening if you meet me there. But, my guitar is getting pretty old, honestly.|

    "You can borrow Chiwen's old one," Pulao said. She then turned towards her sibling. "That's okay with you, right? You still have the pink one, don't you?"

    "Yes, I do, I wouldn't mind lending it to him for tonight," Chiwen responded with a hmm. "Anyone else want to go?"

    "Guess I'll tag along," Dove said, sighing. "I kind of owe you for spotting me the other day."

    "I'll go, too," Gris said. She then looked at her watch. "Whoops, I'm late for class, see you all later!"

    Clock tower soon chiming, the future lead singer could feel a chill drop down his spine. Ah, no, he was late for lectures again, he needs to hurry! Zooming through, he huffed. Ah, which way was the lecture hall again? Where was lecture hall 2-B of the plant science area? Ugh, he forgot again. The two years he's been going here, he still didn't recall the layout! Great.

    Slipping into his seat barely on time, a lot of mumbo jumbo bounced off his eardrums. Ugh, he thought when he chose to major in plant science, it would skip all the boring stuff. But, nope. Only one month into his second year, and they were still stuck on the photosynthesis stuff. Come on, he learned all that in high school, no, even further back, middle school when he still lived in Britain. Or, maybe he was just tuning too much out lately.

    Scribbling up a storm as the lecture kept going, the young adult could feel the distractions ready to kick in. Drawing a tiny treasure chest with a happy face on it and hearts with a bubble logo reading Pandora Happy Box, he swore he could hear his name called out to him multiple times in a row.

    "Ingne-san, I asked, what causes Photosynthesis?" the professor up front asked in a demanding tone. "Are you paying attention?"

    |Photosynthesis is caused by plants or algae sucking in sunlight, water and carbon dioxide to create food.| A text-to-speech voice on his phone said aloud.

    "Very good. Now as I was saying--."

    Professor yammering on and on, the hyena held in the urge to sigh. Maybe he didn't get paid enough to teach decent lectures. Why were they still stuck on the basics at this age? He didn't know. Maybe he should have majored in music or art like Leah. Ah, no, becoming an artist would make his Aunt disappointed in him on all fronts.

    Lectures reaching their end, a loud hand slam soon took the college student out of his momentary haze. Ugh, who did that just now? Black haired male students looking at him with a smirk, he looked away. These guys again. Whatever they had to say, he wasn't interested. Please, go bother someone else.

    "How can you come to school dressed all <redacted> like that?" Student A asked in a mocking tone. "Go back to Britain and go participate in Drag Race or something!"

    "You see his socks man? He's all confused!" Student B cried. "You see the pink and orange ones he wore yesterday? Keep it at home in your closet, man."

    "Yeah, like, pick one and stick with it already!" Student A shouted.

    Tuning the party of two out, the young adult lifted himself up from his lecture chair. Why did these two always have to walk up to him whenever they chose to show up to class? Turning away, he prepared himself to reach for his earbuds. Why give these two the attention they oh so craved? Go bother someone else.

    "Ya listening, you <redacted>?" Student A asked. "You'll never be a woman."

    Slipping in the earbuds, the young adult clicked in the wire. Blasting Initial, he clicked his tongue. Can these two honestly shut up? And, stop assuming what he wanted. He's achieved femininity, thank him very much. They were just mad at their unfulfilling boring lives. Pesky losers trying to reach for his plug, a familiar hand soon grabbed their wrists.

    "Lay off him, man," Goma said.

    "Bro, how can you be on this dude's side?!" Student B shouted. "Look at him!"

    "I told you to lay off, didn't I?" Goma said again. "Or are we going to have a problem?" He pounded his fist on his open hand as he said such.

    "Let's get out of here!"

    Student A and Student B running for the hills, the young adult kept listening to his tunes. What was Goma doing here? He was a third year. Well, oh well, why bother thinking hard about all that? Maybe he was friends with the professor or something. Whatever he was here for, it was hardly his business.

    "You okay, girl?" Goma asked.

    |Fine. I wasn't listening to them anyway. Why are you here? You're a third year.| A written note said.

    "I was looking for you, you have to water the sunflowers before your next lecture, remember?" Goma reminded him.

    Reminder coming his way, the hyena blinked. Ah, right, he almost forgot about that. How could he forget that? He swears, sometimes his head was filled with nothing but songs that he couldn't recall much else. He'd better hurry to the greenhouse before his hour break is up. Exiting the lecture hall, he dashed away.

    Getting the watering can, the chimera could see two somewhat familiar faces tilling the soil in the corner. Spotting a short young feminine appearing person with light green skin, they had grey bangs and a long curly bright pink ponytail. Frog hands holding the shovel way too close, they adorned a bright and colorful dress with the Pastel*Pallets members littered all over it. Oh, great, one of Leah's friends. What was their name, Zinn? No, they go by Zelda now, he believes. Blonde haired person with a golden braid and overalls, he tried to remember their name. Millio? No, Millie. They were one of Leah's friend in her Blossoming Women support group. Or something. He doesn't remember.

    "So, Leah asked you that, too?" Millie asked. "You sure you want to go along with it?"

    "Well, yeah, I don't see why not," Zelda said. "She's been pretty bored recently. Maybe she'll feel better if we lend her a hand."

    "But can you--?" Millie started to say, they then stopped themselves. "Oh, ugh, Leah's brother's here. What do you want?"

    "Sibling, Millie." Zelda corrected.


    "Sorry, sibling," Millie responded, groaning. "You still work for the school garden? I thought you'd quit by now!"

    Bitter tone coming his way, the hyena sighed. Ugh, Millie still held that grudge, he sees. All he ever said to them was that Afterglow's music wasn't for him and they were his nemesis ever since. He didn't even write down anything bad, just, sorry, I'm not the biggest fan of Afterglow, but they saw that as a direct attack, unbelievable! And, that was four years ago now that happened, get over it, please.

    |You wish I'd quit, but I quite like working in this garden, so put a sock in it, would you?| A written note groaned.

    "Well, I wish you'd quit! That way I didn't have to see your dumb face all the time!" Millie cried.

    "You know we go over to his house once a week right?" Zelda asked.

    "Yeah, when he's locked in his room!" Millie cried.

    "Is this because he said he didn't like Afterglow when we met Leah IRL for the first time?" Zelda asked. "Come on, Millie, get over it, that was almost three years ago now!"

    "I won't forgive him for that!" Millie cried pointing. "How dare he diss the GOAT!"

    Watering the sunflowers, the hyena let out a sigh. Millie was still at it with that. He swears, they never change. Well, oh well, it's not like he wanted to be friends with his sister's friends anyway. He never liked their vibe. Zelda was always extremely competitive of her girl goals, and so was Millie. Why was femininity a race? Clock tower chiming, he dashed back towards campus. Welp, time for math, can he just leave for today?

    Million numbers swimming through his head, Sandy groaned. Ugh, why did he put himself in general education classes just in case his major fell through? He shouldn't have signed up for those. What would he ever need geometry for as a future florist? Final hour droning by, a flurry of texts washed in.

    Pulao and Chiwen said they would wait for him at the café, the chimera yawned. Should he just go home instead? Maybe he didn't need to sing today. But, ah, no, he can't flake now, he already said he'd go. Sending Nadine and Leah a message he'll be home late today, he walked through the crossroad junction. Please, don't let the café be full today.

    Barely any customers here, the future lead swinger swore he could see a tumbleweed blow on through. Man, this place was deserted. Spotting a sign on the wall that said, Closing Soon, a chill dropped down the chimera's spine. Well, that's bleak. He thought this place was doing well for itself! Spinning by the counter, a short pink haired rabbit man in a suit locked eyes with him. What was their name again? Ah, right, Nousagi. He always forgot they worked here.

    "Sup, Ingne-san," Nousagi said, yawning. "Don't worry, your friends booked you the open mic already. You wanna drink?"

    |Do you have lemonade?| A written note asked.

    "I can whip some up for you, no prob," Nousagi said. "Better swing by your friends, they're waiting for you."

    Heading for the back table, a stage with curtains behind it and one single microphone locked eyes with him. Ugh, man, this stage sure was bigger than he thought. Could he really perform his girl voice here? Maybe he'd slip into the effeminate man range again? Ah, no, can he just go home? He'll skip out, thank you!

    "Show us what you've got," Pulao said. "Here's the guitar."

    "If I were you, I'd try a Mugendai MewType song," Chiwen said. "Have fun!"

    Reaching for the pink guitar, the young adult shook. Ah, a Yumemita song? He guessed he knew the guitar parts well enough for Mayonaka Yuenchi, that would do, right? Please, don't let him slip. Pounding the mic, eyes were on him every which way, alright, here goes. Scribbling away, his fingers twitched.

    |Hello, my name's Sandy, and I'll be playing Mayonaka Yuenchi today, please listen!| A written note cried.

    Strumming up a storm, the hyena sung with high energy. Or at least he tried to. Ah, no, he didn't memorize the lyrics. Come on, come on, how did this part go again? Ah, ah, carousel. Come on, he can do it. Keep the gentle, high notes going. La, la, la, la, la, he can do this, he can do this. He can totally do this.

    Messing up the chords, the young adult tried to correct himself as the second portion of the song kicked in. Ugh, what's he doing? Why is he making so many mistakes. There's no way he's going to convince the twins to join a band with him like this! Agh, come on, just keep singing. It's fine, it's fine. It's not like he had to memorize the entire guitar solo, right? Haha.

    La, la, la, la, Welcome to the Mayonaka, that was how that part went, right? Agh, he should listened to Yumemita more? Why did he have such Popipa and MyGo!!!!! head, curses! Strumming away, he kept the momentum going. Come on, here's the last stretch. Guitar solo kicking in, he sang the last verse to end all verses.

    Everyone's jaw dropped open, the hyena's cheeks grew pink. Woah, why is everyone looking at him like that? Did he sound that bad? Oh, no, he sounded like a dude trying to sounding like a girl, didn't he? Or, maybe he sounded like a drag queen putting on a fake voice? Ah, maybe his girl voice was doomed to fail after all.

    "He sounds like a girl," Pulao said, voice trailing. "How did he manage to sound like a perfect girl?"

    "My, my, he indeed sounded like a girl alright," Chiwen said, voice trailing. "Kinda jealous, not going to lie. Wish I could sound neutral."

    "Wow, he sang that perfectly even though he forgot some of the lyrics," Dove said, adjusting her collar, clearing her throat. "Wasn't expecting that."

    "Woah, Sio, you sounded super good!" Gris shouted. "You sound like a girl!"

    Compliment coming his way, the young adult broke into a sweat. Uh, is it hot in here? No, just him? Gris was just being nice right? Right, she was just being nice. Surely, he hadn't perfected it. After all, he made a million mistakes. He really needed to learn Yumemita's songs more closely, silly him.

    |You're not just saying that to be nice, are you?| A written note asked.

    "No, of course not, Sio, you sound perfect!" Gris cried. "It's making me want to take up keyboard again!"

    "Yeah, honestly, I was surprised how well you can pull off sounding like a girl," Pulao said. She then stood up from her chair. "So, sure, we'll start a band with you. Chiwen and I will, anyway."

    "Mhm, we'll form a band with you!" Chiwen cried. "I'll play bass! What about you, Pulao?"

    "You know I play the drums!" Pulao sighed. "So, let's meet in the old club Pop Music Club Room tomorrow, yeah? After classes, why don't we get you a new guitar?"

    Hands out in front of him, the young adult shook on him. Wow, and just like that, he's starting a band. Please, don't let them break up after one practice session like the school curse suggests! They won't, right? Right? Hopefully not! But, wait, they're going to need a keyboardist and a second guitarist for the rhythm or something! Were they really ready to form a band?

    |Wait, but don't we need a keyboardist?| A written note asked.

    "We know a couple people, don't worry," Pulao said. "See you tomorrow after classes."

    "Have a goodnight, okay?" Chiwen asked waving. "Text you later."


    "Uh, yeah, see you later," Dove said, standing up from her chair. "Try not to be so nervous next time, though?"

    "See ya, Sio," Gris said, waving. "Until next time."

    Returning home, the young adult plopped down onto his bed. Watching a vod of Popipa's most recent concert, the hyena sighed. Maybe one day, he'd perform on the same stage as Popipa and MyGo!!!!!, but honestly, he was long way's off from all that, wasn't he? Most certainly. Dozing off halfway through the concert, sappy dreams kicked in halfway.

    The next morning.

    "I'm leaving early today, see you guys later!" Leah cried.

    "Okay, dearie, see you later!" Nadine shouted.

    Waking up a little late, the young adult yawned. Ugh, what time is it? Woah, eight o'clock? Oh, no, he missed key practice time! Singing Namonaki, he missed multiple notes. Gah, maybe he wasn't cut out for a band after all. Should he ditch this idea? No, surely when he gets a new guitar it would all be fine. Putting the ratty old thing down, he did a quick cleansing.

    Green jacket with a pink collar and zipper soon opened up, a sky blue shirt had been revealed from underneath. Purple smiling bear on the top left corner of the jacket, a white cherry laid underneath it. Smiling golden yellow bunny beneath, he gazed at the right side of the outfit in the mirror. Pink guitar with a smiling face on it, a blue, white and pink ironed on patch stuck out amongst the crowd. Nadine must have sewn that on when she made this. It was kind of cute. Light blue music note beneath, he slipped on a short pink skirt. Eighth note hairpins and earrings clicked into place, a surprise set of words had come his way at the kitchen table.

    "So, you're staring a band, I hear?" Nadine asked. "What are you going to call it, dearie?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera froze. Uh, hold on, who told Nadine he was staring a band? Pulao must have texted them last night. Sometimes he forgets that his friends have his sister's contact info in case anything happens to him. A band name, huh? Well, he could think of one, and only one that would fit.

    Staring off into space, Sandy placed his finger on his chin. A band name. He recalled when he was little and questioning everything, he always compared himself to Pandora's Box. Something that wasn't meant to be opened. But, when he started gaining maybe a little more confidence in himself, it felt like a Happy Box instead. But, ah, why would his friends want to go by Pandora Happy Box? He was certain they wouldn't vibe with it! Oh, well, worth a try mentioning it, right?

    |Did Pulao text you again?| A written note asked.

    "Oh, yeah, she always texts me when you hang out with her, dearie," Nadine responded, smiling. "She's a very responsible young lady!" She then composed herself. "Anyway, you think of a band name yet? I'd love to make you three some costumes, if you'd like!"

    Outfit offer coming his way, the future lead singer looked towards the opposite direction. Nadine made most of his current outfits whenever he asked anyway, so was this really an offer? As long as they weren't too itchy and covered with a million sequins, he guessed he didn't mind. But, would they really have time to make more? She works all the time at her boutique nearly seven days a week.

    |I don't know, I'm thinking Pandora Happy Box, I'll have to discuss it with my friends.| A written note said. He then scribbled some more. But, he almost erased the next part. |Also, I'm thinking about trying out the name Sandy.|

    "Alright, dearie, just let me know, okay?" Nadine asked. She then looked at her watch. "Oops, I have to leave for work now. See you later!"

    Sister leaving, the young adult munched away on the last piece of his meaty waffles. Pandora Happy Box, huh? Please let Pulao and Chiwen approve of that name. Should he maybe add something that applied to their cultures or something? After all, they were from Beijing. He still remembers when he met them when he started his second year of high school here in Hoshiyume-jima, they were impressed by his language skills or something. Ah, well, forget it, time to go to class.

    Boring lectures burning his eardrums the entire day, the college student groaned. Please, can class just end already? He had a clubroom to find! No? No? Got it. Three more hours to go. Clock going as slow as ever, he tried to focus. Please, professor, don't make an example out of him today, he's paying attention, he swears he's focused enough to answer an entire quiz in two seconds flat, or something. He doesn't know.

    Hour break spent in the gardens as usual, the young adult listened to Hachigatsu no If as he watered the bonsai trees. No one else in the garden, he groaned. It's just him spending his time here today, huh? Maybe he should have just gone onto the roof and took a nap. Ah, no, that's right, the fourth years claimed that as their territory. No use going there!

    Nearly overwatering some of the bonsai trees, the hyena huffed a breath. Woah, pay attention, Sandy, that's a little too much! Heading for the fields, he pruned the weeds. Why were there so many of them? He didn't know, but someone wasn't taking proper care of this field, that's for sure. Digging up a storm, a voice soon called out to him.

    "That's good enough, you can go now," Goma said, yawning. "Nice jacket by the way."

    |Thanks, my sister made it.| A written note said.

    "Cool, maybe I'll swing by her boutique someday. See ya."

    Returning to campus, the hyena almost slept through his second class for the day. Why did he have to sign up for general education? He definitely didn't need a history class. But, he supposed learning Japanese history was important, he did live here after all. Well, he supposed he lived around the world in his twenty short years of living, oh well.

    Classes letting out, the young adult made a run for it. It's time for the moment he was waiting for, the pop music clubroom! Society? He didn't know, probably both. How many people were in it anyway? He'd imagine, probably none. That curse was pretty strong, or so he heard. Opening the door, a shock soon took him around the world and back again at who waited on the other side of the entrance.

    Spotting Leah grouped together with Zelda, Millie, Dove and Gris, the young adult nearly dropped his guitar pick. Wait a second, why is she in this clubroom? And, why are two of his friends with her? Could she even play guitar? He could feel his spotlight dim before he could even get on stage. Why? Why did she have to be here, too? Ugh. Spotting Tuer and Mellem beside Chiwen and Pulao, his eyes wandered. So, these were the two they contacted, huh? He's definitely dreaming, or something. Pinch him!

    Feeling a sting, the young adult groaned. Ah, nope, he's awake right now. One hundred percent in the mortal plane. Why is Leah starting a band, too? Nadine texted her about this, didn't she? Great, she's going to outshine him now, he's done for. Why does she always have to get into everything he does? Being an identical twin is such a curse. Walking towards her, he scribbled away.

    |Leah, why are you in the pop music clubroom?| A written note asked.

    "Huh? What do you mean? I started a band!" Leah cried. "I didn't know you were starting one, too!"

    |Can you even play guitar?| A written note asked.

    "Yeah, I'm getting pretty good at it, honestly!" Leah cried. "But, wow, I didn't expect you to be starting a band too!"

    "Ugh, I can't believe your brother is making a band, too!" Millie cried. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

    "Sibling, Millie, stop saying brother," Zelda said. "Does it matter if he also started a band? Think of it like healthy competition."

    "Whatever, Candylion will humiliate you, you hear me?!" Millie cried.

    "Can it, Millie," Dove groaned.

    "Yeah, Millie, please, can we start practicing?" Gris asked.

    "Fine, ugh!" Millie cried. "Why do I have to be in the same room as an Afterglow disser?!"

    Heading off towards the other practice room, the shooting star was ready to fall out of the sky. Why did Leah have to be here, too? She always tries to steal his thunder. But, ah, no, get rid of that little green. Focus on his band instead. Come on, Sandy, focus, today's a good day! Strutting off towards Pulao and Chiwen, they soon waved.

    "Heya, so, Tuer and Mellem decided to join us," Chiwen greeted. "Tuer plays keyboard, and Mellem can play rhythmic guitar, so don't worry if you make mistakes every now and again."

    "Hi again," Mellem said. "Let's have fun together."

    "Honestly, I didn't plan to join at first, but you know, being in a band sounds like fun," Tuer said. "Why don't we try and aim to end up on the stage at RiNG? You know, the place Popipa runs and MyGo!!!!! sometimes perform at?"

    RiNG brought to his attention, the young adult nodded. That sounded like a nice place to aim for. The place Popipa worked, that would be like a dream come true. Didn't ring open up a couple years ago? He believed so, he wasn't keeping track honestly, he had other things going on most days.

    |That sounds like a great goal. Let's start small.| A written note said.

    "Okay, so, let's aim for RiNG, then," Mellem said. "You think of a band name for us?"


    "Siorc's always texting me with the signature Pandora Happy Box, so why don't we go with that?" Pulao asked.

    Text messages brought to his attention, the hyena's eyes wandered. Ah, right, he totally forgot he customized his Jine messages to have a custom signature. Silly him, he honestly should have erased that. Why didn't he? Should he suggest something different? Maybe he should. But, would anything else really fit? Not really, he supposed.

    "My, my, it's like destiny, isn't it?" Chiwen asked, giggling. "I like that. Anyone else have any other suggestions?"

    "Mmm, not really," Tuer said, shrugging. "I think it's fine."

    "Me, too, I think it works," Mellem said. "After all, we're a bunch of chimeras in a band together."

    "Pandora Happy Box it is, then!" Pulao cried. She then turned towards Siorc. "Why don't you think of the lyrics for our first song? RiNG is currently allowing new bands to perform on stage around July."

    Word song bouncing off his eardrums, the hyena gulped. Him, write a song? He's written some, so he supposed he didn't mind. He guesses he still had it in him to make a few. Wow, RiNG sure sounded pretty friendly to newcomers. Will Kasu-- see him perform? Ah, no, now he's feeling super nervous! Taking a school guitar off the rack, he scribbled down one last thing.

    |I'll try and have them done in a month, I promise.| A written note said.

    "Alrighty, and I'll compose the instrumental," Chiwen. "That okay with you, Siorc?"

    |I don't mind.| A written note said. He then scribbled further, but almost erased what came next. |Also, I'm going to try the name Sandy out for awhile if that's alright.|

    "Sure, whatever makes you comfortable, Sandy," Pulao said. "Let's practice a few of Popipa's songs, and then let's go to the guitar store."

    Seating himself, the hyena's cheeks grew pink. Man, Sandy sounded so nice, maybe this one's a keeper? Probably, who knows. Playing Happy Happy Party, Star Beat, and Tear Drops, he tried his best to sing in his girl voice. He didn't slip at all, did he? Please tell him he didn't slip anywhere. Evening rolling around, the guitar shop was soon upon him.

    Many guitars to choose from, paralysis took the young adult away almost immediately. Ah, so many choices. Almost way too many, in fact. What kind of guitar should he pick? Rainbow one shaped like a heart, he knew which one was calling his name, he needs to put a Sandy sticker on this one when he gets home. Pulao paying for it, he knew in the future he would have to pay her back for this.

    Days passing by quickly, the chimera wondered. What kind of song should he write? Maybe a high energy happy one? Strumming up a tune, he hummed. Hmm, maybe something like Yay, yay, yay, let's go? That sounded like a fun song. Writing that down, he tried tapping to a beat. Yes, that sounded great. But, a mild annoyance soon passed by his door.

    "Oh, wow, you're writing lyrics, too?" Leah asked. "Sometimes I wonder if we share a brain, too."

    |Yes, I'm making lyrics, Leah. Can you please go back to your room? I'm trying to concentrate.| A written note said.

    "Oh, okay, have fun," Leah responded, sulking.

    Blasting swim through his earbuds, the chimera kept writing down the lyrics. Hmm, how about, the sound of my heart goes pow, pow, pow? Yeah, that sounded like a fun tune honestly. But, he needed to have more than that, right? That most certainly wasn't long enough. Brainstorming for the rest of the day, he yawned. Never mind, time for a little nap.

    Practicing every day for weeks, about half of the song was done. Leah boasting she finished hers, the chimera tried to bury such into the back of his mind. Ugh, why does she always have to best him at everything? If he were born three minutes earlier than she was, maybe he'd be the one reaching the goalpost instead. Or not. Who knows?

    Finally finishing the lyrics after about a month of trying again and again, June had been upon him. Presenting the lyrics to his band, the college student bit his nails. Ugh, they weren't very good, were they? Maybe he put too many yays in there? He could take some away if need be. No harm, no foul in such.

    "I like these," Mellem said. "They're pretty poppy, you know?"

    "Me, too," Tuer said. "I'll come up with the keyboard parts to this, I should have it done by next week."

    "So, we all agree this looks good and we should go for it?" Pulao asked.


    "Yeah," Chiwen said, smiling.

    "Totally," Mellem said.

    "Mhm." Tuer smiled.

    "So, let's record a video and submit this to RiNG in the next two weeks," Pulao said. "You fine with that, Sandy?"

    |Yes, that's fine with me.| A written note said.

    "Okay, then for now, let's practice this instrumental I made for an old song with my middle school band. It's a bit cringey, though," Pulao said, sighing.

    Old demons from the past played out in the open, the chimera could hardly focus. They have to record the song next week, huh? Would he be able to do it? Yes, surely, he could, he was still practicing his girl voice every single day. So, surely by then, everything would work out perfectly okay? He sure hoped so.

    Score made a few days later, the chimera gulped. Man, this sure had a lot of high notes. Would he be able to hit them all? Yes, of course, if Kasu-- can, then so can he. He just needs to keep practicing, yes, keep on practicing like he always does. Strumming away, he tried out the instrumental. Wow, this is pretty good, kudos to everyone!

    And, then, the day arrived almost too quickly. Recording day. Camera out in front of him, he almost wanted to bury himself. They really were doing this, huh? Leah recording herself in the other practice room, Sandy tuned her out. Nope, this is his time to shine, tapping the microphone, his voice shook.

    "Hi, um, my name is Sandy, and we're--" Sandy started to say. Why is his voice shaking, come on?

    "Pandora Happy Box!" Everyone else shouted.

    "And, this is our song, Joyful Chest!" Sandy shouted. Darn it, he stumbled on his words, this is going so swimmingly right now.

    "Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Pow, pow, pow.

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Wow, wow, wow.

    Wait, wait,
    Hold on, hold on,
    Is that a treasure I see?
    It's gleaming, gleaming, glowing,
    Beam, beam, beam!

    Woah, woah,
    Wait, wait,
    What's inside?
    A magical potion,
    Te he he he.

    Drink and you'll see,
    How happy you'll be
    With a little transformation,
    yee, yee, yee.

    Take a sip,
    And you'll see,
    You'll become a magical girl,
    At the count of three!

    Wow, wow, let's count to three.
    And, the magical spell will
    Take you, don't you see?
    Let's chant it together, ready?

    Pandora Happy Box
    Makeup streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam!

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, a magic spell!
    A princess is flying
    Wow, wow, wow.

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, a magic spell,
    A princess is dreaming,
    Woah, woah, woah.

    A national treasure,
    Across the land!
    From one sea to another,
    International, sensational, a superstar, grand!

    It will last way past midnight,
    Isn't that grand?
    It might last forever,

    So, let's
    Dance, dance, dance!

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Pow, pow, pow.

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Wow, wow, wow.

    A magical treasure is here,
    Don't you see?
    A magical spell
    That lasts forever,
    A princess to be!

    Wow, wow, so happy,
    The magical spell
    Is so pretty.
    Boom, boom, feeling so free,
    A princess forever, one, two, three.

    Wait, wait, hold on,
    Hold on, a second, please
    How potent is the spell?
    It's just about enough don't you see?
    A little pinch of fairy dust,
    To be filled with glee.

    Glee, glee,
    Glee aplenty.
    A magical spell
    For everybody!
    A beautiful chant,
    Repeat after me!

    Pandora Happy Box
    Makeup streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam!

    A national treasure,
    That makes everyone happy!
    A Joyful Chest, filled with glee?
    Isn't that lovely?

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Pow, pow, pow.

    Yay, yay,
    Yay, let's go!
    The sound of my heart goes
    Wow, wow, wow.

    The Joyful Chest
    Knows no bounds,
    So let's sing together for
    One more round!"


    Huffing, the hyena put up a peace sign. He didn't sound too deep just now, did he? Everyone else huffing as well, the stop button had been pressed. Please tell him his voice didn't drop? Agh, that would be horrible, so very disgusting. Everyone looking at him, he covered his face. No, he sounded horrid, didn't he? Wonderful.

    "Sandy, you sounded amazing!" Tuer shouted. "We should submit this to Popipa right now!"

    Popipa mentioned, the hyena twiddled his thumbs. Woah, wait, who? Ah, no, he wasn't ready for all that! File sent, the lead singer gulped, this is so getting rejected, isn't it? Ha, ha, ha, his dreams were so going to get crushed after all this. So long, career as a band, it was all over already. He tried his best.

    But, such hadn't been the case. Entry approved, Pandora Happy Box had secured a spot in RiNG on the third of July. Ah, wow, they were really going to RiNg? Pinch him, he's dreaming! Ow, never mind, he's awake. Candylion selected as well, the celebration was short lived. Ugh, his sister's band was going, too. Practicing every single day until the fateful day, he swore his girl voice was getting better.

    And, then the day arrived.

    Heading for RiNG that weekend, a wave of nervousness ate Sandy alive. What if he messed up and drops down to that gross register again? Ugh, no, he's got this. His girl voice was perfect. He'd been training five years for this moment. Band waiting for him, he almost did a triple take at who was at the front desk waiting for him.

    Brown haired girl with cat-like, excuse him, star shaped buns purple eyes and a light blue button down shirt, the lead singer broke into a sweat. Woah, it was Kasu-- in the flesh! Kasu-- Toya--? Oh, gosh, she was working here today. Oh, no, he can hardly contain himself!

    "Hi! You're Sandy from Pandora Happy Box, right?" Kasu-- asked, smile on her face.

    Friendly smile painting Kasu--'s face, the hyena did a double take. Woah, did she just call him Sandy? He's dreaming right? The file was submitted on his laptop with his name that was no longer with him. Wow, Kasu-- sure is sweet. Is this what it felt like for a fan to meet the real thing in person? Maybe, but maybe not.

    |Yeah, that's me, I'm Sandy from Pandora Happy Box. When do we perform?| A written note asked.

    "Right after MyGo!!!!!," a brown haired girl said. "Have fun!"

    Brown haired girl winking, Sandy's heart leapt. Woah, did Saa-- just talk to him? He's definitely dreaming right now! Sitting at the table, his hands shook as he tuned his guitar. A lot of people here, everything shook. Would he really be able to sing in front of all these people? Maybe not. Or, maybe he would. Minutes passing by, the microphone soon went off once more.

    "Thank you for listening," Tomo-- said in a quiet voice.

    "Eeh? That's all you have to say?" An-- asked.

    Crowd cheering, the chimera took a deep breath. Yes, he's got this, he's totally got this. He's been practicing for awhile after all, and, besides, he'd been slipping up less with his girl voice. He's got this, he's absolutely got this in the bag. MyGo!!!!! exiting the stage, he broke into a sweat. Oh, no, he can't say it! Sweating up a storm, someone else screamed into the crowd.

    "Hello, everyone! We're Pandora Happy Box!" Pulao cried. "And, this is our song, Joyful Chest!"

    Playing to the best of his ability, the chimera tuned out the audience. Right, he was in his college clubroom practicing, there's no one here. Hitting the high notes, he added a little cheer. Oh, no, did he overdo the yays again? Man, people are going to stare at him annoyed, for sure. Haha, he's putting too much into this, isn't he?

    Next few songs bouncy as the others, he kept a steady beat. Easy does it, Sandy, easy does it. He can do this, he can totally do this. La, la, la, think of all the time he practiced singing MyGo!!!!!'s songs in his room. Right, keep going, it'll go fine. Reaching the end of the set, the crowd cheered one after another.

    "Bravo, bravo!" Kasu-- shouted.

    "Kasu---chan, please get back behind the counter!" Saa-- shouted.

    Bowing a thank you, Leah's band had soon been on stage shortly after. Sister outshining him as usual, he sighed. Leah was the same as always, but hey, his outfits were better than hers! He had Nadine make his band's wardrobe! Nadine clapping from the audience as well as the night winded down, he smirked. Maybe he outshined the burning star this time.

    "You were all great!" Nadine shouted. "And, your outfits were amazing!"

    "Yeah, like, duh, old lady, Nousagi made them," Zinn said.

    "Dear me, how rude, I'm only thirty eight!" Nadine shouted.

    "That's ancient, I'm like twenty, ya know," Millie said, sighing.

    "Nah, thirty eight is the new eighteen, so you're wrong, Millie," Dove said.

    "Yup, agreed," Gris said. She then turned towards Nousagi. "Thanks for making our costumes, by the way."

    "No problem, Gris-san, it was my pleasure," Nousagi said, bowing."

    Sighing, everything was the same as always. But, oh well, he still outshined Leah today! He was the shining star! Listening to the other bands until closing, the young adult yawned. But, he rose his head. No, Sandy, don't fall asleep now, come on! At least say goodbye to his friends. Waving to everyone, they all yawned as well.

    "Let's make a new song next month how about?" Pulao asked. "See you at school tomorrow, Sandy."

    "My, my, already?" Chiwen asked. "But, yeah, sounds like a plan. See you later."

    "I had fun today, Sandy, see you tomorrow," Tuer said, bidding farewell.

    "Mmm, yeah, what they all said, bye," Mellem said, yawning.

    "Okay, girls, you ready to go home?" Nadine asked.

    "Yup, I'm ready to go," Leah said.

    Nodding, the young adult yawned as he trotted back to Nadine's car. Curling up into a ball as he laid down on the seat, the young adult closed his eyes. He could use a quick nap. After all, it would take about two hours to get back home to Hoshiyume-jima. Humming as he dozed off, one last thought danced through Sandy's mind.

    He performed so well today!

    Here's to Pandora Happy Box forever!



    Hi, so this wasn't supposed to be this long, but ngl, Idc I had fun.

    So, I have a few to share for this one, honestly.

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    First one is my art of Sandy! Isn't he so cute and adorable? This is Sandy's stage outfit as drawn by Na__nayane on Twitter. I commed this, so, why not make it an end note?
    Also, just a small note, this take places in an alternative Bandori universe, and the story takes place maybe a year after season 3 of the game, so Popipa is a year or two older? Like around 19 or so!

    Next week is D4DJ Siorc, yay!
     
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    "Well, I guess, hello there,
    Eh, my name is Siorc Ingne, sigh.
    Let's get this over with, I guess.
    Look, I

    Have nothing going for me.
    Eh, I'm a hyena chimera, I
    Live in a very hidden remote village east of Iriomote Island with a
    Lot of bamboo for kilometers. I moved here
    Once I was eighteen from Angola.

    My parents lived there for work. And
    Yet, I never belonged there.

    No one wanted chimeras in
    Angola. Eh, I lived in Canada for the first eight years of
    My life, but apparently when I was as an infant we
    Ended up leaving

    Ireland? I don't know.
    So anyway, I live in a

    Secret chimera village, Hibana-mura, or
    I guess as it's
    Often called by foreigners like me, Spark Village. Been
    'Round these parts for almost three years.
    Count that,

    I'm twenty one, but I feel like I have
    No spark at all. I
    Guess it's because
    Nothing has gone my way.
    Eh. I thought moving here,

    I'd be accepted for who I

    Am. But, the people who live with me in
    My share house, they're

    All, well, eh. You see, I don't like my voice, so I've been training to sound like a girl. I

    Can't ever do that around
    Here without my roommates reminding me
    I'm not one. Well,
    Maybe I'm not the opposite
    Either. Also, I produce trance songs whenever I'm not suffocated in college.
    Right, so, today, I
    Am transferring.

    I'm tired of people

    Looking at me like
    I'm some circus freak for being myself. I'm
    Very tired of my housemates as well, but
    Eh, it's way too expensive to leave, so

    I'm stuck here.
    Now, I have pretty much perfected my girl voice

    And all that, but I

    Hardly know what to do with my music.
    I'm not even majoring in music. I'm majoring in business. I
    Don't know if that's right for me, I prefer flowers and nature more, but it
    Doesn't matter in the
    End, I guess.
    Now, why am I transferring? Well,

    Because, I found
    A chimera friendly college.
    Maybe I'll finally
    Be accepted by someone,
    Or maybe I won't.
    Oh, well, one day I'll run a

    Very successful club which
    I'll allow anyone of any shape and form to perform. I feel
    Like a
    Lot of places
    Aren't chimera friendly unless I
    Go and hide my traits.
    Eh, that's life.

    Even Hibana-mura is kind of like that
    At times.
    Some of
    The much

    Older chimeras here
    Feel like they have to hide they're chimeras.

    It's really weird and
    Ridiculous. Well, oh well,
    I get it, I guess,
    Maybe anyone. I, for
    One am forced
    To hear nonsense
    Every single day, such as,

    It's not your real voice, so
    Stop using it!
    Look, you'll damage your vocal cords.
    And the
    Nonsensical, look, I'm just looking out for you! You
    Don't want to be beaten up, do you?

    Aha, none of them understand. And,
    Now I feel like I have no
    Direction. Maybe I

    Should have just gone to America. I hear
    In New Jersey, there's a huge chimera scene. But, I
    Guess it's too late now,
    Haha, instead,

    I came here.
    Maybe if things don't

    Go well halfway through this semester, I'll just go
    Over to New Jersey.
    In the end, I just
    Need a new start, and I
    Guess that's why I've decided

    To transfer.
    Oh, well,

    At the end of the day, I just

    Need to let things flow.
    Even if things
    Won't go well, I

    Can't see the glass half empty.
    Okay, well,
    Let's be positive,
    Let's look on the bright side,
    Energy, energy,
    Go, go, go. Ha.
    Everything will be alright."


    It was a quiet, but serene day on the extremely remote village known as Hibana-mura in the southeastern outskirts of Japan. Countless people and chimeras alike were commuting to the mainland for the day. The younger village residents were getting ready for school enmasse. But, for one particular hyena chimera, today would be a life changing event.

    Groaning from within a futon had been a short, feminine appearing young adult individual with long purple hair that went down to about the waist. Mismatched purple and green eyes quite dull with pajamas with musical notes all over it looked ready to wrinkle from beneath. Raising upward, a sigh released from the esophagus.

    Today was the day the college student was transferring. Leaving behind the college in Iriomote Island forever. So long annoying human students who would do nothing but poke fun at the person. Goodbye, pesky senpais who claimed they were just helping by saying disgusting things all the time. Farewell to that disgusting atmosphere. This calls for another editing session on SongLabs.

    Removing the self from the futon, the young adult let out a yawn. What time is it now? Ah, five in the morning. Now was definitely a good time to adjust some of the beats in this trance song that was being worked on for how long now? Oh, right, a few months now. Progress had been stalling for quite awhile now.

    External microphone plugged in, the chimera scrolled through the song list folder. Lowering the eyes into a squint, the hyena almost did a double take at the name of the most recent file. Seashell Rave? It was about time to come up with better titles. Every time a new song was published, many people would laugh and send the same kind of comments such as, what kind of name is this? Well, no more of that, that's for sure.

    File opened up as SongLab loaded, a dope beat took the stage. As usual, genius struck gold again! Well, alright, maybe not gold, silver? Okay, bronze. The person will go with bronze. Beat picking up, the young adult readied the microphone. Alright, girl voice, time to kick it up a notch high notes, let's go.

    Beat hitting it off, the composer took a deep breath. Here it comes, what were the lyrics here again? Oh, right, sea sea sea sea seashell! Seashell rain, down the court, This is gonna go well of course. Sea sea sea seashell! We'll hold the fort, come one, come all get down into the dirt. Second beat coming in, the hyena pulled up the lyrics list. Uh, wow, what is that time measure here? Guess it's time to sing a little fast.

    Clapping the hands, the college student's eyes wandered, was twenty seconds of an instrumental too long? Maybe it was, alright, three, two, one, here goes. Go, go to the shore, let's go to the shore! Go, go, to the shore, let's go to the shore. Seashells, here, seashells there, seashells everywhere. Cheeks growing hot, the chimera looked towards the opposite direction. These lyrics were something, huh? Never write songs while sleep deprived.

    Long instrumental interlude coming in clutch, the college student peeked at the rest of the lyrics, ah, a repeat of the first portion again. La, la, la, la. The high notes are being hit, right? Surely, they had been. Or, maybe the person had been trying too hard. Forget it, just focus, the final part is coming up soon.

    Taking one last deep breath, the chimera placed the hand on the chest. Alright, well, here goes. Dance, dance, dance on the floor, dance, dance on the floor. Dance, dance, on the floor. Dance, dance, on the floor, dance, dance on the floor. Sea, sea, sea, seashell. Seashell, seashell, by the seashore. But as the last lyric had been brought out into the open, the door slammed opened.

    "Ugh, he's singing in that girl voice again," an annoyed tone said. "Siorc, shut up and sing in a normal voice!"

    "Yeah, ya know, ya ain't no girl, right?" a squeaky voice asked. "Aren't ya damagin' ya vocal cords like that?"

    Standing by his door had been two pesky faces he was hoping he would not see this morning. Leaning towards the right of the room had been a very short rat man with short medium brown hair that barely went below where the human ears would be if he had any. Portion partially up in a small braid, he adorned bright yellow feety pajamas. This dude was supposed to be in his mid twenties, and he dressed like this still. Well, whatever. He was, how tall was he again? Ah, right, sixty centimeters. What a rough life. No wonder Cyril got mad whenever people called him shortstop.

    Next to him had been a tall tan skinned gazelle person with boxy light orange hair that looked like curtains. Chin length locks looking quite wild as usual, the hyena placed his hands on his hips. As usual, Firat had to walk by and ruin everything. This was his normal voice, thank him very much! He'd been training for years! Reaching for his dry erase chalkboard, he scratched away.

    <First of all, I'm not damaging my vocal cords at all. And, second, there's nothing wrong with me singing this way. I don't know why you two, no, you four always have something to say to me about it.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Again with that stupid chalkboard, man, I dunno why you can't just talk like a normal person," Firat said, hands on his hips as well. "I don't know how long this can go on for. You're transferring colleges today."

    "And, 'sides we're just lookin' out for ya, ya know that?" Cyril added. "Humans gonna beat ya up if they hear 'dat voice of ya's."

    Same old song and dance coming his way, the chimera rolled his eyes. Alright, first of all, he does not sing in public. He only works on his songs in his own home, which, by the way, this is a sharehouse they all rent together. But, no, act like they own the place and set fake rules all the time see how many other people decide to move here later on. Whatever, disguise it as we're just looking out for you, like always. Why did he ever accept to move into this sharehouse in the first place?

    <I'm a college student; no one is going to beat me up. Both of you are being ridiculous, you know that? It's not like I shared my music with my classmates at my old college.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Whatever you say," Firat said, sighing. "In any case, don't you think you should get ready to leave? Don't you gotta catch the six thirty train?"

    Gazing at his watch, the young adult flinched. Ah, no, it was five twenty already? No, no way. Why was time flying? He had to be out the door in forty minutes! Dropping the small chalkboard, he shut his door. These two shouldn't have even bothered to walk by his door! Dashing towards the drawers, the chimera hurried towards the washroom. Time is ticking, time is ticking!

    As the sprinkler brushed away the suds, the hyena held in a sigh. Even though he had been here for two years, he still couldn't get used to this. Should he have never left Angola? But, he shook his head at such. No, of course not. Leaving Angola behind was the right decision. He was getting tired of people whispering nasty nonsense about him every single day.

    Reflection locking onto him, the composer sighed. Would he ever get to own that club he wanted? Maybe not. After all, why would anyone want to go to a club run by a hyena chimera like him? And, he would get dirty looks if he sang on stage. He thought when he moved to this village, all of that would change. But, no, all the whispers, all the dirty looks, everywhere aside from Hibana-mura, it was all the same.

    Hair pulled up into a lightning bolt shaped ponytail, the hyena's spots locked eyes with him. Powder applied, he sighed. This stuff never truly did the trick, did it? Pink dress slipped over him with the left portion dark purple and ribbon orange, the skirt had been the same split shades. Dark orange on the edges as well, the chimera slipped on a striped blue, white, pink and orange, white pink and red sock combo. Pink pentagram hairpins and earrings clipped into place, he placed his hand on his chin. An eyepatch would make this outfit perfect! But, ah, no, he'd definitely be called, what was that word again? Ah, right, chuunibyou. He forgot.

    Mascara applied, the young adult dragged himself to the shared kitchen. Fingers crossed, a chant played from within. Please, please let Kigyo and Eclater have gone to work already. He could hardly handle them both being home right now, too. But, of course, such was wishful thinking. He could never win, could he?

    Locking eyes with him had been a short, androgynous person with a snake tail from behind. Short, tropical green hair pulled into a high ponytail, that permanent grimace decorated the face. Very small pitch black eyes looking scared as usual, the person adorned Greek clothes from like, a million years ago. Alright, not that long ago. Did chimeras even exist a million years ago? Honestly, he didn't know. Why did Kigyo work at a Greek section of a history museum in Japan of all places anyway?

    Placing the plates on the table had been a rather tall merman with light bluish-grey hair that draped over his shoulder. Other side of the hair barely going below the ears, his eyes were the same shades as his locks. Aquarium employee uniform over him, his currently human legs were bluer than usual. Oh, great, Eclater had been in human form for too long. Please, don't make that his problem.

    "Siorc, you know you're about to miss the train, don'tchya?" Eclater asked. "I bet it's because you wasted your time singing again." He placed his finger and moved it around in a circular motion as he said such. "I dunno why ya think you'll own a club someday with that fake voice of yours."

    "It's not like he'll ever get that club anyway," Firat said. "I bet he's going to have to start all over at this new college of his." He then mumbled under his breath. "Transferring four months into your third year. Absolutely bonkers."

    "Could you two just simmer down and eat?!" Kigyo cried. "Don't you guys have to leave for work soon?!"

    "Don't ya?" Cyril asked between nibbled. "Ah, well, whatevs. I gotta go." But, eyes soon wandered. "Ya're going to school in a dress again? Dis is why peeps laughed at ya at the community college all tha time!"

    "Tch, and that color scheme again, I swear," Eclater groaned. "Don't you ever wear anything else? You're going to blind someone!"

    Fins pointed at him, the young adult reached for a piece of toast. Why should he listen to what these four think? None of them know a thing about what happened at the Iriomote Island community college. But, sure, whatever, assume what they want. They're always barking so much ridiculous nonsense like it was their job. Forget them, he's out of here.

    <I'm leaving now.> A chalkboard with large writing on it said.

    "You're still using a chalkboard? I don't get you!" Kigyo cried. "Are you even allowed to bring that to your business lectures?"

    <Yes, I very much am. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    Bag slung over his shoulder, the young adult made a run for it. Wind blowing furiously, the chimera let out a sigh. If only he could blow away somewhere else; somewhere far away. New Jersey sounded like a great place to drift to. Train station soon reached, he placed his rail pass on the ticker. Dashing towards the train, he huffed. Ah, great, he almost missed it, nice going, Siorc.

    Seating himself the furthest away from any human, the young adult placed his hand on his cheek. Please, let this new school be better than the last one. But, why bother hoping? It's going to be the same. The same stares, the same disgusted looks, the same laughs, the same questions, what's a chimera doing here for? The same nonsense, I thought they made separate schools to keep the trash away. Sigh, why think otherwise?

    "Hi, ssssory, issss thissss sssseat taken?" a voice asked.

    Turning towards the noise, a dark skinned young adult snake woman with a high pearly pink ponytail had been looking his way. Pupilless brown eyes that looked as though they had seen years of war, her light red shirt looked like it had been cut up overalls. This girl, he believes he's seen her on the net before. She was always posting her keyboard covers of, uh, who were they again? Ah, right, some group called Happy Around, or something. He's never heard of them.

    <No, feel free to sit here.> A chalkboard with big writing on it said.

    "Haven't sssseeen you here before, are you the transsssfer sssstudent joining the bussssinessss department today?" the snake girl asked.

    Question coming his way, sweat poured down the hyena's cheek. Wait, just how many people knew about a transfer student transferring in today? He knew mostly students took this train, but don't tell him everyone on this line was going to this school. Well, he supposed, someone transferring in during the first week of September was a little weird. Listen, that was the only window they were accepting. He would have come in April if he could help it.

    <Yes, I am, why?> A chalkboard with large writing on it asked.

    "Well, all the chimerassss have been talking about a new transsssfer sssstudent, sssso," the snake girl hissed. "It'ssss kind of weird you're transsssfering at the sssstart of the ssssecond ssssemesssster, sssso, everyone's been talking about it." She then paused for a moment. "By the way, name'ssss Rawda. Nice to meet you."

    Chimeras mentioned, the college student blinked. Did she just say chimeras, plural? No, that must have been a mistake, right? He always thought that there weren't all that many in Japan outside of the village. Well, maybe he was wrong about that. Back when he lived in Angola, most had gone into hiding. Same with while he lived in Canada as a child. But, maybe things were different here.

    <It took awhile for the school to process my transfer, so I'm starting in the second semester, I guess. My name is Siorc, by the way. Do a lot of chimeras attend?> A chalkboard with small writing asked.

    "Hmm, Ssssiorc, I feel like I've heard that name on SongLab before," Rawda hissed, cat paw on chin. "Are you NinaSpin? You make ssssome nice ssssongs. They feel very club-like." She then composed herself. "Whoopssss, ssssorry for changing the ssssubject. Uh, there'ssss quite a lot of chimerassss there, yessss. Probably hundredssss, sssso, don't worry, the humanssss will probably leave you alone. That'ssss why you're transssferring, right?"

    Snake girl right on the nose, the young adult resist the urge to let his jaw drop. Could she read minds or something? No, probably not. She probably had a similar experience at some point. Such was the life of a chimera in a mostly human world. But, maybe this college would be different. Maybe he could finally find a place where he could belong.

    <Yes, I'm NinaSpin on SongLab. I'm surprised you've heard of me.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said. He then added a line beneath. <Since you seemed to have figured it out, I'm not going to waste time explaining why I transferred.> But as he held the tiny board up, the train stopped.

    "Well, nice to finally meet you in persssson, Nina," Rawda hissed, paw out in front of her. "You sssshould keep producing. Your ssssongs would be great in the dj sssscene." Removing herself from the seat after a good long pawshake, she tried to not giggle. "Well, ssssee you in classs."

    Snake girl slithering away, a small smile appeared on the composer's face. Wow, someone was a fan of his experimental music? This is amazing! Maybe he will open that club one day! No, no, baby steps, baby steps. He was a long way off from even getting there. He still had quite a few years of college to go before he could do that.

    Exiting the train, his cheeks grew pink. Nina, Nina, finally, someone called him Nina in person as well. Maybe he should go by that name full time. But, no, it's not like anyone would call him that. But, if one chimera did, that was enough. Dashing towards the college gates, he took a deep breath. First day at H.T International University, here he comes.

    Spotting a lot of tails off in the distance, the hyena placed his bag in front of his mouth. There sure were a lot of chimeras here. More than he expected. Maybe he'll fit in, for a change. Checking his paperwork, he sighed. He was in class 3-C of the business department. How far is that from here? Looking up the school map, his eyes grew wide. Woah, that was on the other side! He'd better take the bridge and hurry.

    But, as he had ran through the crossing, his body had soon collided with another. Ow, who did he just? Short young adult woman with long blonde hair pulled into a singular braid and golden penguin crests looking ready to catch on fire, her orange eyes also looked about ready to do the same. White academic outfit on her, he swore he could see the penguin girl's veins ready to pop. Ugh, maybe he shouldn't have been running through the halls, he knew better.

    "Hey, watch where you're going!" the penguin girl cried.

    <Sorry, I'm new here, and I'm in a rush. I didn't mean to run into you.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Wait, you're the new transfer student?" the penguin girl asked. "Wasn't expecting you to be a chimera." She then, sighed. "Still, you shouldn't run in the halls. Ah, well, whatever. I'm Holly, by the way, first year in the business department."

    <I'm Siorc, third year in the business department.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Kind of weird you're transferring in at the start of the second semester," Holly said. "Did you go to a mostly human college?"

    <I did.> A chalkboard with large writing on it said.

    "I see, well, don't worry, there's plenty of chimeras here!" Holly exclaimed, she then cleared her throat. "I should probably head to class now. See you around."

    Reaching the end of the tunnel, the chimera searched far and wide for class 3-C. Room the last one on the first floor, the composer sighed. This one sure was close to the edge, huh? Please, don't let this class be filled to the brim with hundreds of humans, he's begging. Stepping in, the teacher locked eyes with him.

    "Alright, everyone, we have a new student joining us today, why don't you introduce yourself?" the teacher asked.

    Writing his name on the board, the hyena's eyes wandered. Ah, he wrote his name in the correct Japanese alphabet, right? How did he spell Siorc again? It was a foreign word, he used Katakana for that, right? Ugh, maybe he should just write down Nina Needle, but, no, he would be looked at funny if he did. Scribbling down the characters to the best of his ability, he reached for the chalk again.

    <Nice to meet you, everyone. My name is Siorc, I come from Hibana-mura. I previously went to Iriomote Island community college. I came here hoping to finding a place to belong. I look forward to learning with all of you.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said, but it had soon been transferred to the board with a projector. Wow, technology is amazing.

    Studying the students in the room, the college student did a double take. Woah, this class was full of chimeras. If he counted, the amount of humans would barely even fill up on hand! Amazing, this day was getting better already! They weren't kidding when they said this place was chimera friendly. Maybe he transferred to the right place!

    "Wait, are you NinaSpin on SongLab?!" a student asked.

    <Yes, that's me.> A chalkboard with large writing on it said.

    "Wow, really?!" a student cried. "Amazing, I'm in heaven." They placed their palm on their forehead as they said such.

    Everyone chattering, sweat poured down the chimera's cheek. Uh, wow, just how many people knew his music? He always thought he wasn't all that popular on there. After all, his videos rarely ever cracked three hundred views. So many people out there heard his girl voice here. Ah, no, his cheeks were growing pink.

    Teacher telling everyone to settle down, the chimera seated himself in middle booth. Please, don't let everyone stare at him for the rest of the day! Lectures almost breezing by, he could hardly write everything down. Man, this school was already at the economics stage of lectures, huh? Honestly, he wasn't expecting all of that. He needs to do his best to study hard.

    Afternoon sneaking on him from behind, the young adult's stomach growled. Was it time for lunch yet? He still had a few more lectures today. Opening his bag, nothing stared back at him. Oh, no, he forgot to pack a bento! Great, nice going, Siorc. He forgot the most important thing. There's no way he would be able to afford food at the cafeteria here. But, as he thought such, a lecture book had been plopped on his desk.

    "Say, new chimera, want to eat with us?" a short young woman asked.

    "Savon, did you have to slam your lecture book down so hard?" another girl asked.

    "Yeah," another girl added.

    "Ditto," a fourth girl added.

    Looking at him had been a short young mermaid person with long blonde hair pulled into a low braid draped over her shoulder. Pink tank top looking ready to rip apart, he sighed. Ah, she must have been Savon, that sister Eclater always blasted over the phone all the time. No wonder she didn't move in with him.

    Next to the mermaid person had been a short tanned skin woman with lizard eyes and tail from behind her. Light brown hair pulled into a half ponytail, she adorned a light purple gothic outfit. Lip piercing looking quite sharp, the college student's eyes wandered. Maybe he should get his bottom lip pierced, too. But, nah, that was too much money. Blonde haired girl with light violet dyed pigtails and boxy glasses looking his way as well, her lynx paws looked quite fluffy.

    Studying the fourth and final person, the chimera could feel his jaw ready to drop at who waited for him. Standing the furthest away from the group of four had been a tall dark skinned jackal woman with knee length icy blue hair. Orange eyes that were like the sun, on the top of her head had been box braids. Really fancy golden dress, he tried to not blush. Woah, was she Djing with Aega from SongLab? She's even more beautiful in person!

    Opening his wallet for a moment, the chimera sighed. He only had about a thousand yen on him. There was no way he'd be able to afford a chicken bento box with that miserly amount. Maybe he should have put more in before he left. Too late for that now, he supposed. Next time, he needs to pack a bento before he left.

    <I don't know. To be honest, I don't have a lot of yen on me today.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Hey, don't worry about money, you're probably just going to buy a bento, right?" the mermaid girl, Savon said. "We can buy one for you, no sweat." She then turned to the other girls. "Introduce yourselves why don't you?"

    "What?! Now?!" the lizard girl cried. "Come on, I'm getting hungry! The cafeteria probably sold out of everything by now!" She waved her hands in the air as she said such. "Sigh, oh, well. I'm Laine. And this scaredy lynx over here is Irpa."

    "Who said I was scared? I'm not scared of anything!" Irpa cried. "You heard her. I'm Irpa. Say, is it true you can sound like a perfect girl? I uh, have a few friends who would be thrilled if you taught them how like Aega's sister." She pointed at the icy blue haired maiden as she said such.

    "Do you always have to talk for me?" Aega asked, sighing. "It's true, though. My sister could use pointers on that. You know, your voice sounds pretty good. But, let's save that discussion for the cafeteria."

    Guided towards the college cafeteria, a battle was about to kick into place. First years fighting each other the remaining stock of melonpan, the young adult tried to look away. He supposed there was always one thing about colleges that never changed. Why does everyone want sweets so much all the time? He could hardly ever fathom a guess at such if he's being completely honest here.

    Guided towards a large table, another stranger soon locked eyes with him. Rather tall adult penguin chimera woman with golden crests and fancy looking blonde hair, the chimera placed his finger on his chin. He's seen this lady on UsTube a couple of times before. Who was she again? Oh, right, Malika, the Dj Expert. Wow, the word dj sure has come up a lot today. Teriyaki chicken Bento soon placed his front of him, the chimera clapped his hands together.

    "You're welcome," Savon said. "Since you're new here, we just wanted to ask. Why don't you join our DJ club? You're pretty good at making club music. I think you should put it to good use." She then turned towards the blonde stranger. "Right, Malika?"

    "Being good at making club music doesn't mean he's got what it takes to be a DJ," Malika said between bites.

    "Sorry, she's the club president of the DJ Club, she might be a little harsh at times," Laine whispered, but it was a little too loud.

    "I heard that you know!" Malika cried. "It's true, though. Making good music doesn't mean he'll make a good Dj."

    "I don't know, I think he's got what it takes," Aega said. "And, besides, he has a really good sounding girl voice."


    "Oh, really?" There was a hint of intrigue in the penguin woman's voice.

    "Really," Irpa said. "Club president, I think he'd be a good fit for our club!"

    "Maybe." She looked away.

    DJ club brought to his attention, the composer drummed his fingers on the table as he munched on chicken aplenty. A DJ club, huh? When he first came to Japan, he had heard the Japanese DJing scene was quite popular with high schoolers and college students. What were some popular units he's heard of? Ah, let him think, Rondo, Merm4aid and Photon Maiden. And, a few others that were up and coming like Peaky P-Key and Happy Around. Maybe, anyway. He had listened to maybe a few of their songs at some point when trying to learn Japanese. Maybe he should check it out.

    <I guess I'll swing by the clubroom later today. I don't have anything better to do anyway.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Really, you will?" Savon asked. "Great, I'll let the club founder know!"

    Nibbling on the rest of his bento, the hours flew by. Maybe he should give DJing a try. Honestly, Rondo was so cool. They had such deep songs and even worked at their own club where they were very popular! Maybe he'll be that way someday! Or, so he wishes. Probably not. Afternoon lectures going ever so slowly, the final class dragged itself out like a large weight being put away after gym classes back in Canada.

    Four o'clock finally reigning in, the composer gazed at his school map. Aega told him the DJ Club was in the abandoned music room on the fourth floor. Why would someone hold a club there? It wasn't abandoned because it was haunted or anything, right? Right?! Ghosts were scary, he didn't ever want to encounter one. Slowly walking to the final floor, a tattered door soon awaited him. Please, please, please, don't let there be anything paranormal in this room. Here goes, one, two, three.

    But, as he opened the door, something much more alarming soon awaited him. Someone looking about ready to fall over, the young adult made a run for it. Oh, no, that girl is going to fall face first on the ground! He needs to catch her leaping forward, the composer dived. Shoulder soon grabbed, he huffed. He caught her, right, right?! Please, don't be one of those physical bodied ghosts or something.

    "Wow, you caught me, but honestly, I didn't need you to do that, meowoof!" a young sounding voice cried. "I'm always clumsy, you know?"

    Backing away, the chimera got a good look at the chimera trying to steady herself. Looking rather scattered had been a young dog cat woman with long orange hair that went down to about her waist with bright pink choppy bangs in the middle. Half pink, half orange pupils, she had one dog and one cat ear. Paws the same colors, she had a pure white dress that almost looked ethereal. Oh, no, she's not a ghost is she? Please, don't tell him she's a ghost! Oh, no, is this place haunted?!

    <Hi, there, my name is Siorc, and I'm here to join the DJ Club. You're not a ghost, right?> A chalkboard with small words on it said.

    "Huh?!" the cat dog girl cried. "Me, a ghost, meowoof?! No! Look, I know this club room is in the abandoned music rooms, but I assure you, I'm alive, just a bit of a klutz! Oh, well, name's Gosia. The rest of the club isn't here today, so why don't you show me what you can do? You know how to DJ, right?"

    <No. But, why don't you teach me? I want to own a club someday anyway.> A chalkboard with small words on it said.

    "Oh, really, do you now?" Gosia asked. "Them's fighting words, meowoof! Well, in that case, why don't I teach you a few things. Want to practice with some Rondo songs? Do you know any?"

    <Yeah, I know a few. Do you want me to sing along to them, too?> A chalkboard asked.

    "Sure, if you want, now come here! Let me show you how it's done!"

    Placed in front of a large box with a lot of switches, the hyena's eyes were shining. Woah, this thing was super cool! So, this was DJ equipment? Wow, wow, so cool. This stuff looked so amazing! Taught how to make the music sound cooler by dialing a few switches a disc was soon scratched on the turntable. So, the key was to try to smooth the transition between songs, huh? Test track, Love!! Hug!! Groovy played and then transitioned into Guruguru DJ Turn, he studied the creature for a moment.

    "You think you got it?" Gosia asked. "If you do, try it out for yourself. Here's Rondo's discog. You gonna sing?"

    <Yes, I know most of Rondo's songs, honestly. I might have used them to learn Japanese.> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Oh, really? Interesting, meowoof," Gosia said. "Well, good luck."

    Putting on the song Amaoto, the young adult took a deep breath. Alright, it's time to sing. Three, two, one, la, la, la, la, la. Putting on a little reverb, he did a little dance. Okay, now should be the time to transition into the next tune, Horizontal Oath, go! Smoothing over the vocals, his cheeks grew pink. That was a good transition, right? Please, let it be. Doing a little more magic, he gazed at the rest of Rondo's discography. Okay, how about Angels and Demons? Hmm, that one would definitely fit here well.

    Beats matching, a wave of relief flowed through the composer. Alright, perhaps he could transition into one last one? Hmm, oh! Retina, that one seems like it could work here! Setting it towards the end point of the track, his eyes sparkled once again. Wow, this is so much fun! Where was this all his life?! Stopping, he swore a jaw was dropped wide open.

    "Uh, wow, you're pretty good, and honestly, you have an amazing girl voice, meowoof," Gosia said, voice trailing. "I'd like to start a DJ unit with you." Her voice then trailed off for a moment. "But, before that, why don't I show you what professional DJs look like? Want to swing by Club LAGOON tonight? It could help you with your goal to start your own at some point."

    Club LAGOON brought to his attention, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. Club LAGOON, huh? He's heard that name in passing a few times, maybe. Should he take her offer on it? It was probably a nightclub, though. Honestly, he hardly looked his age being a chimera and all that. Would he even be allowed to go? Maybe he should ask that first.

    <But, are chimeras allowed to go there?> A chalkboard with small writing asked.

    "Yeah, I go there all the time, meowoof," Gosia said. "A lot of us go there after lectures and clubs are done for the day. Merm4id's nice, don't worry about it. So, what do you say? Wanna come with me? A couple my friends are gonna go, too."

    Nodding, the hyena gazed at his phone. When did he have to be back home by again? Ah, right, by eleven. Why did his housemates set a curfew anyway? He's twenty one, for crying out loud! It's not like he had any friends. Well, oh well, he should probably text them anyway just in case. Pulling out his phone, he typed away in the house groupchat.

    {House Group Chat}

    {Me}
    <I'm hanging out with a friend, I'll be back late.>

    {Eclater}
    <You have friends? Since when?>

    {Me}
    <Since today?>

    {Eclater}
    <Whatever, just be back by midnight. And, don't get wasted!>

    {Me}
    <I don't drink.>

    {Cyril}
    <That's what they all say! But, I bet you'll come home plastered!>

    {Me}
    <I just said I don't drink.>

    {Firat}
    <Whatever, so you don't drink. Don't go around hitting that bud, either.>

    {Me}
    <I told you when I filled out that application to join our sharehouse I don't do any of that kind of stuff! I'm just going to watch a few DJs perform at a club, alright? I'll be back later.>

    {Kigyo}
    <Sigh.>

    {Eclater}
    <Sigh.>

    {Firat}
    <Sigh.>

    {Eclater}
    <Sigh.>

    {Me}
    <Excuse me?! That's all you have to say? I thought you'd be happy for me! I made a friend, didn't I?>

    {Kigyo}
    <Djing is stupid, you know that? It shouldn't even be popular. Whatever, I don't care. Have fun with you new friend.>

    {Me}
    <I will, bye!>


    Closing his phone, the hyena rolled his eyes. Why did he ever agree to move into this sharehouse, honestly? He definitely shouldn't have. Oh, well, once his share of the lease is up, whenever that is, he's out of there. Stopping by the convenience store as the evening hit, he let out a yawn. Today sure was a fruitful day, wasn't it? Maybe he'll take a nice nap at the park before he goes to Club Lagoon tonight. That sounded like a lovely idea. Crawling up on a small blanket, he caught some zzes.

    Three hours later.

    Heading off towards the next town over, a beautiful club scene soon awaited him. Finding himself at Club LAGOON, a tropical nightlife soon awaited him. Chimeras everywhere, the chimera tried to keep himself together. Wow, this place is amazing! Maybe he should pay for a vip membership. Yes, yes, he definitely should, that sounded like a great idea.

    Spotting Malika in the corner alongside Gosia and the snake cat girl, another surprising face soon caught his attention. Huh, that first year was here, too. What was her name again? Oh, right, Holly. Uh, was she old enough to be here? The drinking age in Japan was twenty. Well, maybe she was just here with her sister. Malika and Holly looked like they could have been sisters.

    "Sup, Siorc, glad you came!" Gosia greeted, waving. "So, these are my friends, Holly and Rawda. They said they'll form a DJ unit with us." She then sighed. "Oh, and that's Malika, Holly's old bag of a sister."

    "I'll have you know I'm thirty, I'm not that old," Malika cried.

    "Sis, I know you said your doctorates taking awhile, but like, you know, on that Blossoming Woman's support group you're in, all of the budding ladies always complain they don't want to turn thirty!" Holly said, pointing at comments on her phone. "Something like, in blossoming woman world, thirty is the new fifty!"

    "That's some of their opinions, not mine," Malika said, groaning. "Another round, please." Glug.

    Rawda looking at him again, the hyena scratched the side of his head. So, Gosia's friends were Holly and Rawda? He supposed he didn't mind start a DJ unit with them. But, who would do what? He could compose the tracks and sing them, but who would do the visual art? Who would do the keyboard? Who would switch the tracks? He had so many questions.

    "Didn't think you'd join the DJ club sssso ssssooon," Rawda hissed. "Sssso, Gossssia convinced you to form a unit with her? Well, your voice ssssounds good, so why not? I'll join your unit."

    "As will I," Holly said. "If you do feminine voice tutorials on UsTube on the side, that is."

    Proposal brought to his attention, the chimera blinked. Should he do that? Honestly, if his housemates heard him recoding videos on how to get the perfect girl voice, they'd definitely secretly report them for misleading content. Maybe he should record them in the clubroom so they never hear that. But, he supposed if other budding feminine individuals wanted to get rid of their unwanted gruff registers, he wouldn't mind starting that.

    <Sure, I can do that.> A chalkboard with large writing on it said.

    "That's great, thank you so much. Aega's sister will definitely want to learn a thing or two from you," Holly responded, smiling. "So, have you thought of an Mc name?"

    Placing his finger on his chin, the college student wondered. Would this be the perfect time to whip out the name Nina? Hmm, yes, maybe it would be. Probably. Now would most certainly be a good time for that. Should he add something else to the end of that? Hmm, think, think. Oh! Needle. Nina Needle, yes, the perfect feminine name.

    <I'm thinking of Nina Needle, maybe. Have any of you thought of a unit name?> A chalkboard with small writing on it asked.

    "Nah, we haven't," Rawda hissed, tongue sticking out. "But, I like your Mc Name. Why don't we usssse the word Needle for the firsssst part of our unit name? But sssspelled like thissss?" She held up a notepad as she said such.

    Needle spelled out as N33D13, a spark popped off in the composer's brain. N33D13, yes, that's super cool! But, it needed something a little more. Hmm, how about Spin, but spelled out as SP1N and Destiny, but spelled out as D3ST1NY? Yeah, that sounded like an amazing name. Scribbling away, he prayed this one would stick.

    <How about we try N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY? Unless, of course anyone else has any other ideas. Feel free to share!> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Nah, not really, that one sounds pretty good, meowoof," Gosia said. "Anyone else have any other suggestions?"

    "Nope, I like it," Holly said. "Feels DJ enough."

    "Ssssame, bessssidessss, I'm bad with names," Rawda hissed. "We sssshould try to aim for the rookie cup that'ssss coming up in a month. What do you ssssay?" She then turned towards Malika. "Malika here will help hook ussss up. Sssshe's a master at thissss."

    "Well, fine, since I admire your enthusiasm, I'll think about it," Malika sighed. "I need more wine."

    Rookie cup mentioned, a wave of unease flowed through the young adult. Oh, no, a competition? Would he really be able to hit it off that fast? Maybe not. But, it did sound like fun, maybe he could at least give it a try. Nodding, the stage soon glowed with beautiful lights. Orange haired lady with sunglasses on the top of her head and a yellow swimsuit accompanied by a purple haired woman, a brunette with a high ponytail, and white haired lady, his eyes shimmered. So, this is Merm4aid, huh? Wow, they're super pretty. What was the main DJ's name again? Oh, right, Ri-- Se--. Ha, ha, silly him, he almost forgot.

    "Is everyone excited?!" Ri-- Set-- asked.

    "We are Merm4aid!" Dah--- cried. Or at least, that's what he believes the white haired lady's name was.

    Floor Killer playing, Nina's eyes sparkled once more. Oh, gosh, now this was a great track! How did these girls do this so well?! He needs to become a top rookie at the upcoming competition. Girls mixing all night, eleven o'clock soon rolled in. Ah, well, time to go home. Catching the train back, he could already feel the screams come his way as he entered the door.

    "You better not have gotten yourself wasted while at that club tonight!" Eclater cried.

    <I told you I don't drink!> A chalkboard with large words on it cried.

    "I hope you're not lying to me. Oh, well, we'll find out in the morning if you are or not. Goodnight." He left the room as he said such.

    Returning to his bed, the chimera groaned. Ugh, why did he move in here? These dudes are always treating him like he's a bad person and liar for some reason. He never lied to these guys in his life. Was it because he was training to have a girl voice? Maybe. He sees, so that's what it is. Forget this, he's going to sleep now, goodnight.

    College classes over the next few day going by rather quickly, a rival unit had soon joined the clubroom around the first week or so in school. Aega, Savon, Laine and Irpa joining forces, there was blood, there was music, and there was fired up personalities everywhere. But, he didn't mind that at all. N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY was going to win that rookie cup!

    "So, ya'll think you got what it takes to win the rookie cup, huh?" Laine asked. "Nope, Sparemint is gonna win! That's us, for your information!"

    "And, we're going to top Abyssmare someday!" Irpa cried.

    "Why Abyssmare specifically, though?" Aega asked.

    "Uh, duh, because they're a group of foreigners, like us, trying to enter the Japanese DJ Scene!" Savon cried.

    "Right, well, not going to lie, but Abyssmare is well above us in terms of skill," Laine said. "Let's start small."

    "No, way! We can't start small, that's how all beginner DJ units fall apart, y'now?!" Irpa cried.

    "So, you're going to challenge us, huh?" Gosia cried. "Bring it on, meowoof!"

    "You're on, we'll take you down," Rawda hissed.

    "Uh, come on guys, let's all be friends here," Holly said, palms out.

    Mixing in the corner, the hyena hummed. Hmm, he just came up with a nice track for the competition. Drop, drop, drop the floor. Drop drop, drop the floor. Dance, dance, dance to the beat. Dance, dance to the beat. Singing it out loud by accident, eyes were soon on him. Oh, whoopsie, um, did he sing that out loud just now? Whoops, silly Nina, slip of the tongue.

    Days continuing on with practice aplenty, two weeks had passed by in a flash. Unit approving of his track, the next order of business was upon him. He should make a nice unit outfit! Bright pink sweater with rainbow text on it that read N33d13 SP1N D3ST1NY, the sleeves were sky blue and light pink. Checkered skirt adorning the colors yellow, white, purple, black in the first row, lavender, white, green in the second row, he hummed as he looked at the rest. Dark pink, golden yellow and light blue third checkered row, the pattern on the sweater and sleeves decorated the fourth one nicely. This unit costume looked so nice. But, was it too normal looking? Well, maybe.

    Malika teaching everyone a thing or two as the competition was drawing ever so near, Nina sighed. Was he getting any better? Maybe not, but he was trying his best. He hadn't been at this for very long after all. Doing videos on how to perfect a girl voice as promised along the way, the day of the competition was fast approaching.

    And, the day was finally here.

    Around seven groups competing, the young adult could feel everything he learned ready to fall out the window. Could he really do this, perform in front of so many people at a party styled competition? Maybe not. If they lose, will that be it? Maybe it will be, he didn't know. Please, don't let this be the end of it all! Surprise judge on the stage, his eyes sparkled. Wow, Merm4aid again! They were getting to be pretty popular, huh?

    "Heya, welcome to the rookie cup!" Ri-- Se-- cried. "Is everyone excited to compete?"

    "Yes!" a crowd cried.

    "Awesome!" Ri-- Se-- cried. "Let's get started!"

    "We're gonna kick your butt, by the way," Laine cried. "Don't get too humiliated though when we do!"

    "Not if we win first!" Gosia cried.

    "Yeah, not if we win firsssst!" Rawda shouted.

    "You're on!" Holly cried.

    "Let's not leer them, come on," Aega sighed.

    "Yeah, please, let's just not do that, okay?" Irpa sighed.

    "Nope, 'cause we're taking them down! Ya hear?" Savon cried. "And, we'll surpass Abyssmare someday!"

    First DJ unit coming up to the plate, Nina tried to not bite his press on cuticles. These other units were so good. Who would have thought so many other foreigners from around the world were competing in this thing. Maybe he hadn't practiced enough after all. Could he really do this? He's going to have to sing soon after all.

    Other units blistering by in the blink of an eye, the chimera crossed his fingers. Well, here goes, any second now, and N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY would be called up to the stage. He needs to focus, focus on the prize. No, actually, just focus on having fun. Of course, focus on having fun, that's all. That's what he needed to do.

    "And, now, it's time for N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY to take the stage!" Ri-- Se-- cried.

    Taking a deep breath, the young adult prepared himself. Alright, well, here goes. Playing the first track, he tried to get groovy with it. Okay, drop, drop, drop the floor, drop, drop, drop the floor. His girl voice sounded good, right? He didn't sound like he was trying too hard? Please, please. Transitioning to the seashell song, he broke into the sweat. The audience likes this, right? Please, tell him they did!

    Sparemint going next, he could feel the floor ready to drop down from underneath him. Uh, wow, they sounded pretty good. Uh, maybe he wouldn't even make it past the first round. Ah, well, he'd only been at this a month, after all, he's still new at this. But, he thought wrong. Or, at least, he think he did.

    Moving onto the second round, the next set of dj face offs took shape. Told to switch between multiple tracks one after another, the chimera's hand felt like it was about to fall off. Uh, he's doing this right, right? Rest of the unit struggling as well, he could feel it. Maybe he won't make it past the second round either.

    But, once again, the young adult thought wrong. Semi finals hitting a fever pitch, the young adult could feel his blood pumping. Wow, this is a lot of fun! Maybe he should have taken up DJing when he first arrived in Japan almost three years ago now! But, the time definitely wasn't right then. It's most certainly right now. This is it. This is where he belongs, he finally found it.

    Making it through the semifinals, the finals had crept up out of nowhere. Sparemint making it all the way to the end, a spark filled the room. They'll win this rookie cup, huh? He'll show them! N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY is in it to win it! Final round ready to kick into overdrive, Sparemint soon went first.

    Perfect transitions taking the stage, the hyena could feel the nerves kicking in. Does he still have what it takes to do one final round? Maybe he was running out of steam after all. Wait, no, he's still got this. Don't chicken out now! Come on, the last round was soon upon him, he can win this! No, they can win this. This is a team effort.

    But, when it was N33D13 SP1N D3ST1NY's turn one last time, a terrible whoops moment took over. Accidentally transitioning to the wrong song, the hyena's face grew hot. Ah, no, he wasn't supposed to play that one! Rawda and Holly trying to smooth it over, he swore everyone's eyes were glowing. He definitely messed up, huh? Haha, silly him. Timer ticking down, everyone exited the stage.

    "Wow, and it's over! Those were some sick beats, huh?" Ri-- Se-- cried. "Alright, everyone, it's time to vote for the winner!"

    One large television screen with votes ready to go, everything came in faster than he could keep up with. Timer ticking down, sweat decorated the chimera's forehead. Woah, these things were timed?! Amazing, things are firing up! Voting soon closed, he gazed at the screen. Three hundred for N33D13 SP1N D3ST1Ny and three hundred one for Sparemint, the hyena waved the white flag. A battle well fought, indeed.

    "Woah, the votes are so close!" Ri-- Se-- cried. "The winner is Sparemint! Congratulations!"

    "We'll beat Abyssmare!" Laine shouted on stage.

    Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

    Extending his hand, the chimera did a shake with the girls. Gosh, that sure was a close competition. But, maybe his unit would win the next one. There were always more gigs after all. He's feeling all fired up to do some more in the near future, that's for sure. Turning towards his unit members, he scribbled away.

    <We should do more gigs in the future like this!> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    "Yeah, we should, I agree," Gosia said. She then turned towards Malika. "You'll still help us train, right?"

    "Of course," Malika said, yawning.

    "Cool, sis, you're the best!" Holly cried. She then turned towards Nina. "Say, Nina, you still want to open your own club someday, right?"

    <Of course, that's my number on dream!> A chalkboard with small writing on it exclaimed.

    "Great, glad our loss today didn't deter you," Holly responded, smiling. "Let's keep djing together."

    "Let'sssss, this was fun," Rawda hissed.

    "Yeah, I vibed with you all so well in our first month, so let's keep at this!" Gosia said in a warm tone. She then sighed. "Meowoof, oh no, I have to go home. See you later!"

    <See you tomorrow!> A chalkboard with small writing on it said.

    Bidding everyone else farewell, the young adult took the train home. Flopping down on his futon, he giggled up a storm. Today was so much fun. And, not to mention, he sounded like a perfect girl while djing today! Crawling underneath the cloth, he closed his eyes. It's time to catch some zzes, goodnight. Big grin on his face as the dream world came for him, one last thought dragged itself down.

    He finally found a place where he belonged.

    And, he had a groovy mix today to prove it.



    [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill IngenuitySo, here's Nina Needle, I guess. This name came to me very last minute. Honestly, I've fallen out of love with D4DJ, but I still try to keep up with it now and again. I tried to make this story different from the Bandori one to some extent. But, Nina and Sandy have very similar goals. So, I hope this didn't feel...samey? Idk.

    Next week is Princess of Animal Protesting, oh boy... it'll be a satirical piece about vegan protesting. @_@ Haha. It's not a fandom entry, it's an original work, so that's fun...
     
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    The Cow Adoring Princess


    "Hiya, name's Siorc, and
    I'm the princess of the realm known as Lactaine.
    Yes, realm,
    An entire realm.

    In Lactaine, humans, demons and chimeras, that's
    Me by the way, I'm a hyena chimera, reside in this land in

    Perfect harmony. Most of the time. This
    Realm is full of nature and animals, too.
    I reside in a palace full of
    Nice friendly
    Cows, goats and chickens, I
    Even let them live inside the palace!
    Sometimes the parliament tries to
    Send them away, but I threaten to

    Send them packing
    If they ever so much as dare!
    Of course, as a princess of this
    Realm, I have to do my
    Completely boring duties

    Of being this realm's ruler, which
    For the record, I didn't sign up for!

    Listen, can't I just be
    A trophy princess?
    Come on, for starters,
    This talking thing is not for me,
    And I have to do all this
    Infuriating and boring
    Nonsense. So, I
    Ended up commissioning

    A large talking device whenever I'm
    Not allowed to skip the
    Dumb princess stuff.

    And I want to resign, I do! But, there's
    No one else who
    Is able to take the throne. See,
    My family basically
    Abandoned me and
    Lactaine a long time ago.
    So, I'm an

    Adult all on my own in this
    Royal palace! I don't
    Even know why they left

    Me. But, they decided to go to earth. Which,
    Yikes, earth. I'm

    Pretty disgusted by that realm we are
    Attached to.
    Look, Lactaine is
    Separate but resides within earth though a

    Mostly sealed portal in some place called uh
    Yugoslavia or whatever. We're not part of earth

    For the most part just our realm entrance is
    Attached. Anyway,
    Mother, father, and my sister all left ages ago, so
    I'm the only one
    Left. There's no one to succeed me and no backup plan. I have
    Yet to come up with a way for

    Me to leave this position.
    You know, I wish the people could govern

    For themselves! But
    At present, they're
    Very much reliant on me and my rule.
    Even though I
    Simply just

    Want to
    Hang out with the cows, goats and chickens every day.
    Yeah, that's what I want.

    Can't I just transfer
    Over my power to some
    Wet noodle who could
    Simply

    Govern Lactaine themselves?
    Obviously not.
    Apparently, no one wants
    To do that,
    Self govern.

    And my parliament is apparently
    Not allowed to take over my
    Domain. I

    Cannot fathom why. I
    Hardly have an answer, apparently
    I'm princess for life, sigh.
    Can't we just abolish the
    Kingdom and let
    Everyone rule for themselves?
    No? Guess not,
    Sigh. I wish I could just run

    Off from all of my responsibilities and
    Frolic with my

    Cows instead
    Of having to run the entire realm.
    Ugh! But, I'm stuck
    Ruling over
    Since I'm the only one in charge.
    Eh, maybe

    I'll end up being overthrown! Some think I'm

    Lazy. Please do!
    I know I take a
    Very long time to
    Enact stuff, so

    It'd be awesome if I'm overthrown!
    No? No one actually wants

    To? Sigh. I
    Have to say,
    Everything feels like I'm

    Pretty much trapped in this role
    And can't get out. I'm
    Lazy? No one wants to overthrow. I
    Am too lax in my
    Control over
    Everything

    Within the realm?
    I'm only opposed by
    The parliament. I
    Have been letting

    Things pile up?
    Hardly addressed.
    Even so,
    Maybe I am at least

    Glad the humans, demons and chimeras
    In my realm
    Get along. We all
    Go about our days in harmony. So, it's not
    Like I
    Even have that many issues to deal with. Just the boring. Oh, well time to read to the cows!"


    It had been a rather cloudy day over the skies of the shared human, chimera and demon realm known as Lactaine situated in a secret portal within the Earth Realm known by the name of Yugoslavia. The little puffs of white were moving, and they were moving fast. The demons were hunting meat, the humans were off to their day jobs; the chimeras were just about to wake up. But, for one particular regal hyena chimera, it was the perfect time to pretend duties did not exist.

    Cock a doodlie do!

    Yawning from the royal quarters had been a short, young adult feminine appearing individual with long dark purple hair that went down to about the waist. Mismatched purple and green eyes opening wide, peeking from the covers had been brown cow pajamas with the word moo sideways in the middle with a white font just a little too big. Lifting the self up from the covers, a smile appeared on the face. It's time to go read to the cows!

    Throwing the covers back, the chimera dashed towards the mirror. Tired look glaring back in the reflection, the hyena sighed. Come on, look alive! All of the pesky royal duties have been so tiresome lately. Go to the demon forest and negotiate a deal to end the illegal punishments going on there. Go to the skywell and drain the excess clouds from the factories, blah, blah, blah. Please, let resignation from being a princess be possible already. Let this realm self govern.

    Bright pink checkered shirt with chickens in the diamonds soon over the person after a momentary spritz of fragrance, the princess giggled. Can't forget to go say hello the chickens either. They probably were lonely. Ever since it started raining beans from the sky, they had been hiding. Why blame them, though? Definitely seemed pretty scary. Plaid skirt soon slipped on, the young adult dashed off towards the bookshelf.

    Gazing at the tomes, the princess pondered. Which book should be read today? Mooma seemed to like the ones with a lot of pictures. Maybe the one about The Great Duck Race? Ah, no, the goats always fell asleep when looking at that one. How about Finding a Rainbow Inside a Beanstalk? Never read that one before. Ugh, why can't the parliament go out and fetch more books as needed? Come on. Oh, well, this one will do for today. Better grab the two sequels also.

    Window wide open as usual, the hyena leapt out. Almost tripping, the princess groaned. Who dared to cut the bush? Those landscapers ought to be fired! The person swore that the parliament had told them do not cut the bushes below the princess's window! But, what did they do? Cut them anyway, as usual. Trust no one.

    Barn soon upon the person, a small red button had been removed from the left skirt pocket. Cows, sweet cows. Did they miss the princess? It had been? Well, eight hours since they were last together! Were the goats in here waiting, too? Maybe it was about time to stop sleeping. After all, why waste time on that when the precious family needed attention.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Moos everywhere, the princess's cheeks lit up. Listen to that, the family is definitely waiting. Waiting too long. Maybe the parliament should move the bed into the barn. But, ah no, tried that at least a gajillion times and the answer was always no. Who's in charge of the realm? This person is! But, of course, they always seem to think otherwise.

    Skipping into the barn, a pastel rainbow of cattle awaited the princess. Seven tiny cows seated in the hay beside the baby goats, the world lit up. Wow, they were waiting already? Goodness, what a time to be awake. They were all ready to go, amazing. Pressing the button, the a mechanical voice soon played through the speakers in the corner.

    Click.

    ^Good morning, girls! Who's ready to read!^
    A robotic voice cried out through the speaker.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Cow faces snuggling the face, the princess giggled. Wow, they sure were ready for morning story time, that's for sure! Let's hope the cows like this book. They would, right? Sometimes some of the smaller ones seemed a little bored. Oh, well, next time, another one would be read instead, no problem, no problem. Digital magnifier microphone on, everything was set into motion.

    >>Once upon a time, there was a little village without any color. The people were very sad and almost never spoke to each other. /Flip. The citizens often looked to the sky every single day, hoping that someday, this world would have color! But, that dream was never going to be a reality. Or, so the people thought. /Flip. Little Mila wished to seek change. Every single day was so boring, so grey! They thought, this world could use a rainbow!

    >>But, how would they be able to get a rainbow over their little land to bring color? There was two answers, but the grownups were always mean about them. /Flip. There was a beanstalk, a very big beanstalk with a super duper big giant whose tears could color the land. /Flip. Or, there was the fountain in the next town over with golden water of tears. Which one should Mila pick?

    Projection showing the options, the princess blinked. Oh, right, this was one of those choose your own adventure picture books. Why did the parliament bring these to the castle? The cows and goats didn't like either of these. Not like any of them cared. Of course they didn't. Whatever. Better give them a lecture next book run.

    Moo, moo.

    Maa.

    Family's heads turning left, the princess gazed at the page. Oh, they all wanted the beanstalk version of the story, huh? Alright, their wish is the person's command. Turning to page forty two, the hyena clicked the button. Alright, narrator magnifier do its duty and continue the story! Creature shaking, round two began.

    >>[Beanstalk option, incoming.] Mila has decided they will head to the beanstalk! It will be a long journey, but they are ready for the long climb. Bringing her climbing tools, they bid farewell to their sad, sad family. 'Bye, bye, mommy, daddy,' Mila said. /Flip. So, off she went to the magical beanstalk. Would the giant cry, they wondered? They had heard it was super duper hard to get that giant to weep.

    >>Trmp, trmp, trmp, trmp. The road was long, dark, grey, but little Mila was ready. Tiny backpack on their backside, they took the long journey through the forest. But, oh, no! A bunch of snakes have filled up the path. /Flip. Should Mila run for their life, or fight the snakes?


    Moo, moo, moo.

    Maa.

    Family turning their heads to the right, the hyena blinked. Fight the snakes huh, they sure? Clapping the hands together, the cows nodded. Well, alright, this was turning into quite the adventure story after all. They weren't all bored with this one, were they? Please don't be. There were two more in this series, for crying out loud!

    >>[Fight option confirmed.] Little Mila decided the only way forward was to fight. Mommy didn't raise a a quitter! Taking out a dagger from their bag, wham, the snakes were down! /Flip. Trudging through the forest for countless hours, they could see the beanstalk incoming. Wow, here it comes, the beanstalk of dreams.

    >>Rainbow up above, little Mila was more eager than ever to get to the top. Would the giant be friendly like the legends say? Or, would they be a big old meanie like the grownups claimed. /Flip. Rough rocks clicking beneath their palms, a teeny tiny bit of thunder crackled. But, they stayed focus. For Monochro Village, for mommy, for daddy, for everyone.

    >>Reaching the top, a super duper big wooden house was almost singing. Little Mila's eyes glowed as they walked forward. Wow, it's so big! It was almost three of their own house. /Flip. Tap, tap, tap, knocking on the door, a super big eye looked through the peep hole.
    'Yes?' a booming voice asked. 'I'd like your help please, Mr. Giant!'

    >>Giant opening the door, they asked, 'with what?' Little Mila spinning her tail, the super duper big giant sighed in sadness. Oh, no, was the giant sad, too? 'Another elf wants me to cry a rainbow again. You're not gonna trick me like the others, are you?'
    Oh, no! Mila wasn't expecting that! Should they trick the giant like all the other elves, or be a good little kid?

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Maa.

    Family turning their heads to the right, the hyena placed the finger on the chin. They all wanted a happy ending, huh? Well, that was fair. Tricking the giant would probably end in disaster! Or, worse, death. What kind of fairy tale would lead in mass murder? Not this one. Clicking the button, the magnifier adjusted its voice.

    >>[Be good option confirmed.] Shaking their head, Mila giggled. 'Mommy and daddy taught me to be a good little elf. I won't trick you, promise!' 'Really? You really won't trick me?' 'Promise!' 'Kay, I'll cry, then, can you tickle me?' /Flip. Giving the giant's food a good little tickle, tears started welling.

    >>Super duper colorful tears raining down the beanstalk, the world was full of color! Mila almost couldn't believe it! Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, indigos, violets, they're everywhere. Thanking the super duper big giant, they ran all the way home. /Flip. Mommy and daddy all perked up, they put on a big smile. This world is so full of color now!

    [The end, or turn back to page one to start over.]


    Moo, moo, moo!

    Maa!

    Cows snuggling beside the princess, the individual let out another giggle. Wow, they really liked that one. Maybe another one was in order? But, as the young adult attempted to set up the magnifierphone, pesky loud boots stomped on through. Ugh, here comes the worst part of the day! How many times did it have to be said do not disturb during reading time? Get this through their thick skulls parliament!

    "Siorc?" a high pitched voice asked. "Siorc, come on, where are you?"

    "Um? You're supposed to refer to the princess as Your Highness?" a tenor voice asked.

    "That won't get his attention, and you know it!" the first voice called out.

    "You know where he is," a third voice said. "He's in the barn again."

    "Verily so," a fourth voice said. "C'mon, let's go get him." Stomp, stomp, stomp. "Your Royal Highness, do you know what time it is? You have to get ready for duty."

    "Of course, he's in the barn again, I swear!" the first voice shouted. "Siorc, how many times do we have to tell you that you can go see your cows after duties?"

    "Um, again, you're supposed to address him as Your Highness." The voice was nervous.

    "Shush!" the third voice cried. "Your Highness, stop sitting around and head to your breakfast quarters right now. We have a lot to discuss with you!"

    Standing in the front of the entrance had been a short badger girl with pure white skin and black stripes across her face. Light brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, she had a long floor length dress with a circled chest spot in the center. Paws looking about ready to explode, the princess groaned. How many times did he have to tell Satine that she is to wear gloves when cooking breakfast? But, did she ever listen? No.

    Walking into the stable had been a short dark skinned jackal man with short hair barely going below where a human's ears would be. Portion of the bangs covering his left eye, the young adult sighed. In all the hundreds, no, thousands of moons he's lived here in the royal palace did he tell Rabiu to move his bangs out of the way? Bright orange suit matching his eyes, he huffed. Dressing in that same boring outfit as always. Put a little cow in it!

    Flapping her wings towards the ceiling had been a tall heart winged bat woman with goat horns. Long green hair pulled into two loop braids with loose stringed ends, she had a pitch black braid hanging over her shoulder. Bright pink skin and big lips making her pitch black eyes of darkness look even more invisible, the princess looked away. Blyant may be one of the two demons on his parliament, but she sure seemed to not understand the rules around here! Leather lady suit looking as wrinkled as ever, he placed his hand on his chin.

    Also flapping up above had been a rather tall falcon man with choppy brown hair that went down to about his shoulders. Pulsating green eye in the middle of his forehead surrounded by these brown things, his normal eyes below were tiny and white with a slight bloodshot quality to them. Light brown suit looking a little too fancy for its own good, the chimera crossed his arms. Iben may have also been a demon, but he was way too dressy as usual! Come on, demons, stop being so business casual for a change. Clicking the button, the artificial voice played.

    ^I thought I told all of you that you are not to disturb me during reading time! Go away and bother me when I'm done!^ a digital voice over the loudspeaker cried.

    "We really need to disconnect that thing," Satine said, sighing. "Siorc, where's your portable notebook?"

    "Um, I keep telling you it's Your Highness," Rabiu said in a nervous voice. "But, um, uh, Satine's right, Your Highness, you really shouldn't rely on that speaker system all the time. Um, it uses a lot of uh, energy."

    ^I don't have to use my portable notebook until it's time for duty! And, I will use it as I please!^ a loudspeaker cried.

    "You know there's no reasoning with him," Blyant said, groaning. "In any case, Your Highness, it's way past reading time! Say goodbye to your cows and get your tush in to the dining room this instant!"

    ^Who says you can order me around? I have no interest in doing boring princess stuff today! I'm going to read to the cows all day, bye!^ a loudspeaker cried.

    "Not happening, Your Highness. You can't skip this one," Iben said, sighing. "It's just a few meetings, you'll live. Now, say goodbye to the cows and head for the dining room."

    Demands coming his way, the princess bit this lower lip. The nerve of his parliament. How dare they tell him what to do! Who's the ruler of this realm? He is! Not by choice, but still! Why did his family have to leave him high and dry, how many moons ago was it now? Oh, right, ninety thousands moons ago, or something. Hmph, leaving for the Earth realm to experience normal mortal lives, the nerve.

    ^I don't want to! And, you can't make me!^ a loudspeaker cried.

    "Want to bet on that?" There was a loud snicker filling the room as the pesky bird demon man said such.

    Pesky demon swinging down, the hyena had been scooped up into his arms. Shaking like a quake, he tried to let out a scream. How dare this fiend pick him up with his talons, he'll pay for that! He ought to fire him and send him back to the demon forest to scavenge for the next two hundred thousand moons!

    Plopped down into his seat, the chimera bit his lower lip. Ugh, no, there was no way he was doing his princess duties today. Grumble, grumble. Oops, hear that? Sorry, he's coming down with Meatieitis. Haha, the demons must have killed the monster goslings wrong again! As usual. Should have known to never trust them to humanely kill his meals for him, oopsie.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Cows strutting towards their chairs, the young adult's eyes lit up like a holiday tree. Chickens jumping onto their perches alongside the goats at their little bowls, he smirked. Look at that, everyone's here! Looks like he can skip out on princess duties! Haha, take that, parliament. Take that, Iben especially!

    "You can wipe that smirk off your face, Siorc because you're not getting out of your duties today!" Satine cried.

    "Um? I've told you so many times now you're to address him as Your Highness?" Rabiu asked, voice shaking.

    "You soft little chimera! At least say it without shaking!" Satine cried.

    "Um, anyway, Satine's right, Your Royal Highness, you can't get out of this--." But, such had been interrupted.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Cluck, cluck, cluck.

    Maa.

    "Your Highness, how many times do we have to tell you that you can't invite the cows, chickens and goats to the table!" Blyant cried. "Send them back to the barn right now!"

    Portable notebook out in front of him, the chimera rolled his eyes. Excuse him, but who is in charge of this realm? He is, not her! Pesky demon, if she thinks he's telling his family to leave, they'll have to go through him! Look how happily they're eating! She needs to shut her mouth and eat her morning gosling roast! Scribbling away, he grit his teeth at the look on her face.

    ^No way! They're allowed to eat in here. If you make me send them away, I won't do any of my duties today, got it?^ Hovering words across a notebook screen asked.

    "You're impossible, I swear!" Blyant cried. "Hurry up and finish eating! We don't have time for this today!"

    Munching up the roasted gosling, the chimera bit his lower lip. This meat had better be humanely killed, or he swears, he marching straight up to the demon forest and protesting in a goose costume! Well, not like he had the guts to do that anyway. But, if he did, mark his typed words, they'll never forget this if they ever so much as do one thing out of line! Gulping down the morning tea, he nearly choked.

    "Alright, Your Highness, first, we have to head to the Royal Academy of Chimeras to speak to the Chancellor of the school board. They've got urgent matters they need us to attend to," Iben explained, hand moving up and down as he spoke. "And, then we must head for the municipality and speak to police force about border control."

    "And, you're not getting out of it, so don't you dare try to fake a stomachache!" Blyant cried.

    Pesky nonsense coming his way, the princess let out a growl. Excuse him, what? He's got to head to the school again? He swears that chancellor can't do anything without him! He ought to just have the realm self govern instead. Ugh, why does he have to go out there? Have them solve their own problems for a change.

    Municipality mentioned, the young adult rolled his eyes. Oh, great, he's got to meet with the cops, too. Yawn. They're always about ruling with force and killing invaders the moment they set foot inside their borders. Why can't they just, he doesn't know, detain and question instead? Hardly needed him to be there for that. Nibbling on the last bit of breakfast, his fingers fired away. Time to bring up the good old reliable again.

    ^Why can't we just dissolve this royal family nonsense and let the people govern themselves? It's not like they need me!^ Hovering words across a notebook screen said.

    "There he goes again," Satine said, sighing. "Sio--, I mean, Your Highness, you know we can't do that. Lactaine will collapse without a ruler. You really think the people can just rule over themselves? It's been under the rule of a royal princess for nearly thirty million moons!"

    "Um, Satine's right, I estimate should we declare Lactaine a self governed realm, anarchy will arise and the world will collapse," Rabiu said, shaking. "We can't dissolve the royal family even though, um, it's just you."

    Facts thrown his way, the hyena sighed. He supposed he couldn't argue with that, but come on! What's wrong a little bit of anarchy? The people can't rely so heavily on a group of chimeras and demons for everything! But, it's not like he's going to win this battle, either. Blyant's going to scream at him any second now if he even so much as dares suggest otherwise.

    ^Fine, you're right. But, I'm not going to meet with these groups willingly! And, I'm coming home to the palace by eight!^ Hovering words across a notebook screen shouted.

    "Um, we'll see what we can do, Your Highness," Rabiu said, shaking. "Um, could you please change? You can't wear that um, shirt and expect the Chancellor to take you seriously. And, um, please tie your hair into a high bun. You look messy."

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "Um, did I ask you for your opinion?" Rabiu asked the cows, sighing.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "You know Your Royal Highness's cows, they answer to everything," Iben said, talons crossed. "But, yes, I agree with Iben, go fix your hair and change your clothes now!"

    "You heard Iben, now, Your Highness!" Blyant screeched.

    Stomping out of the breakfast quarters, the chimera let out a grunt. Come on, his hair wasn't that messy! Who cares if it was fully of hay? It makes him look much less boring! But, no, he has to look like a prissy little princess that swallowed rocks or something. Yawn. Count him out! Digging through his drawers, a plain, boring white dress replaced the daytime clothes. There! That royal enough for them? Don't make him wear that itchy crown too, please.

    Brushing the hay away, the locks had been placed into a lame bun. Why was this the royal hair protocol? He swears that the parliament thinks they run the entire realm! He'd like to remind them who actually runs things around here. He does, that's who! Not like they seemed to remember that, though. They never did.

    Stepping off towards the meeting room, the young adult groaned. Put that stupid itchy crown away! It's not like he needed to wear it. Everyone knew he was the princess. Cold, metallic creature placed on the left side, he tried not to scream. He swears, it's like they wanted to glue this thing to him! Let the realm self govern already.

    "Let's go, Your Highness, the chariot is here," Blyant said in a demanding tone.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "No, you're not invited to the meeting!" Blyant shouted at the cows. "Go back to your barn!"

    ^Do not yell at my family!^ Hovering words on a notebook screen cried.

    "Yelling is the only way they'll listen!" Blyant cried. "Go, shoo, scat!"

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "Um, Blyant, please stop," Rabiu said, shaking. "Uh, I'll lead them back to the barn, okay? Wait for me."

    Guided towards the stupid chariot, the princess bit his lower lip. Here he is, in this dumb box again. He bets the person controlling it is working the poor animals too hard! He ought to make some animal rights rules soon. He probably should have done it yesterday, but they take forever to be approved. Stupid parliament, they oppose him on everything.

    Pesky group of four seating themselves in the front row, the chimera crossed his fingers from behind his back. Please, please let there be so much traffic on the roads today that he never makes it to that school! Please? Please let that happen, he's begging! Reigns snapped, the horses made a gallop for it.

    No traffic to speak of whatsoever, the young adult buried himself inside his dress collar. Ugh, why were they at the school already? Come on now. Here comes another long and boring day of stupid princess duties. Alright, what ridiculous request did the Chancellor have of him this time? Can't they, he don't know, just call? Making him come here on a nice day like this, the nerve!

    Practically dragged to the Chancellor's office, the hyena tried with all his might to turn around. Would they look at that? Looks like the Chancellor's door is closed! They're not in. Oops, they made a super big mistake, there's no meeting after all! But, such had been refused in an instant as Iben reached for his headphones.

    "Chancellor, we are here, please open up," Iben demanded.

    Squeak.

    Door opening, an annoying face soon awaited the princess. Stepping away from their desk had been a rather short young adult lizard chimera with light tan skin that almost looked like translucent sand glass. Light brown hair pulled into messy low pigtails that were rather curly, the hyena almost wanted to bite his tongue. He had to look nice, but they didn't? Frilled neck almost hiding their white blouse suit and skirt, he tried to run off. Looks like she's about to fall asleep, goodnight! But, his collar had soon been grabbed in an instant.

    "Nice try, princess," Rabiu said, not shaking. "Apologies, Chancellor Soie, we hope we aren't late."

    "Not at all," Chancellor Soie responded in an important tone. "I promise this meeting will go be quick." They then turned off towards the royal princess. "Alright, Your Highness? Promise it'll only take two hours."

    Tick, tock, tick, tock.

    Timer ticking, the princess bit his hyena claws. Two hours, excuse him?! That wasn't quick at all! They're taking precious time away from his cows! This meeting had better be extremely important, or else, he's walking straight out! That's right, straight out the door, and they'll never be doing business again! They don't want that, now do they?

    ^Have it done in one!^ Hovering words on a notebook screen cried.

    "I knew you'd say that, but this is important," Chancellor Soie said. "Please, hear me out over the next two hours, alright? I'll even provide you with lunch after as a token of appreciation."

    Seating himself in the seat furthest from the desk, the princess drummed his fingers on the chair. Whatever this stupid meeting was about, it had better be good. He swears, everyone in Lactaine's professional spheres just wants to waste his time every single day! Just let him stay in the barn and leave him alone for cloud's sake! Figure everything out by themselves.

    But, what had been brought to the table had been quite interesting. Chancellor bringing up the students here don't understand how to take care of animals and there was a need for caretaking programs, his ears were open. Caretaking services, they say? Consider him funding that without parliament approval! Scribbling such down as the meeting reached the hour mark, complaints were ignored.

    Pesky parliament trying to fight the decision as the minutes ticked away, the chimera resisted the urge to toss a pencil into their eyes. Why do these fiends have to oppose everything? Blah, blah, blah, budget. Blah, blah, blah, pointless program. Blah, blah, blah, it will be wasting resources. Who cares what any of them think? Approved!

    "I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised you're so on board with this, Your Highness," Chancellor Soie said. "I thought you'd have said no."

    ^Everyone should have an animal family!^ Hovering words across a notebook screen said.

    "Your Highness, I told you that we can't just approve of this without asking further questions!" Blyant cried.

    ^Silence, you know nothing about animals, so keep your mouth shut!^ Hovering words across a notebook screen shouted. ^Every child should know how to take care of them! One day, they'll invite them to join their family!^

    "Um, I'm pretty sure only you'd do that, Your Highness," Rabiu said, sighing. "Forget it, he's not going to budge."

    ^You got that right! Consider the program approved! I will speak with animal professionals when I get the chance!^ Hovering words across a notebook screen shouted.

    "Great! We'll be in touch!" Chancellor Soie shouted, clapping. "Now, would you like some fried calamari noodles before you go?"

    "Absolutely not, the princess has other places to go now!" Satine shouted. "Let's go, Your Highness, we're going to the municipality now!"

    Dragged out of the office and back into the chariot, the princess let out a loud grumble. How dare these fiends cut into his precious lunchtime! Just for that, they're not getting to watch their stupid little shows tonight when they're dismissed from their duties! Reaching the police station, a disgusting rundown city soon waited for him.

    Dumb door knocked on, the young adult drummed his fingers on his shoulder. Please, let this stupid meeting about the border end quickly. He has more important things to deal with today! Who cares if Earth humans were trying to get in here? Let them in. It's not like they weren't allowed to be here. Entrance opening, a tiny boxed in room was ready to swallow him up.

    Seated on the right side had been a tall androgynous scorpion pincher individual with short spiky neck length hair that had been starting to grey. Light blue locks looking ready to melt, on the face had been alligator eyes. Ugh, great, it was Officer Rasa again. This one was always loud and annoying. Dark skinned blue haired jackal man with an eyepatch over their left pupil seated as well, his orange eyes looked ready to set his brother on fire. Oh, he sees now, they went to this office because Segun is Rabiu's older brother. Don't think this means he'll easily sway into their favor!

    "The royal princess doesn't look all that happy to see us," Officer Segun said, sighing. "What, trying to get out of talking about the border again? You know it can't wait. Things are getting serious."

    "That's right! Those stupid cows at your palace can live without you for a whole quarter of a day!" Officer Rasa screeched. "We need to discuss border patrol now! Many humans have come from Earth strutted in as if they belong here! We need more border patrol officers!"

    Boring nonsense coming his way, the hyena drummed his fingers on the officer's desk. So what if Earth humans were walking through here. It's not like they were committing crimes! So, nope, they hardly needed more border patrol officers! Forget that! They're cops, go shoot them up themselves or whatever.

    Writing down a loud veto, such had been rejected, in an instant as his parliament spoke over his notebook. Ugh, how dare these fiends think they decide everything! They didn't need more border patrol! They're always whining about the budget and not being able to afford this and that, but they can afford this?! He didn't think so. Forget it, not approved.

    "Don't listen to the princess, he's just being difficult," Iben said, sighing. "In any case, we'll try and get more border patrol hired."

    "You'd better! Quit slacking off!" Officer Rasa shouted. "Thousands of humans enter the border every day! And, they're committing crimes! Haven't you heard? They're making slaughterhouses!"

    "That's right, they're making slaughter farms!" Segun parroted.

    Holding in the urge to laugh, the princess drummed his fingers harder. Yeah, right, as if Earth humans are going around committing crimes. First of all, the demons from the forest would shoot them down with arrows if they saw that, and second, none of them were smart enough to run a farm here. Ha. Quit making up stuff just to get his attention.

    "I know, we'll try to do something about it when we have the ability to," Blyant said. "That being said, you can try and hire people too, you know. You don't need our approval."

    "Uh, we do?!" Rasa cried in an annoyed tone. "Anything that has to do with the border needs to be approved by the princess."

    Crossing his arms, the young adult looked away. Blah, blah, blah, this needed approval. Bleep, bloop, blip. For the love of the clouds, no they didn't! Make their own decisions. Consider this proposal vetoed. Stamp. No, how dare the parliament sign an approval! He ought to fire them all right now. Hours passing of boring blah blahs, he had been dragged back the chariot. Ugh, it's evening, time to finally be free from this stupid prison.

    Returning to the palace after what felt like a gazillion minutes, the young adult dashed towards the chicken coop. Laying down their food, he sighed. Man, what a long day. Nibbling on some calamari spaghetti, he dropped himself down on the couch. Time for some good old toons. But, as he fluttered towards the two dial, a siren noise played.

    Breaking News.

    Breaking News.

    Breaking News.


    "This just in, another slaughter house has opened up in Lactaine!" a news reporter cried.

    "Another one?" the second reporter cried.

    "Yup, another one!" a news reporter shouted. "How many does that make now?"

    "Six!" A gasp.

    "Six?! Oh, no!" the reporter shouted. "And, what's being slaughtered in there for meat this time?"

    "Cows!"

    A gasp.

    "Cows?!" the second reporter cried. "But aren't those Lactaine's symbol of peace and happiness?"

    "You got me stumped there!" A sigh. "But, why would someone open a slaughterhouse here in Lactaine? Those should only be allowed on earth!"

    "Think of the poor, poor, poor baby cows that are being killed for their meat right now! Why isn't anyone doing something about this?!"

    Splash.

    Crack.

    Head spinning, the princess let out a scream. No, no, no, no, what did that reporter say just now?! Slaughterhouses in his realm? No, no, no, no, no, not happening, he's going to find those monster houses and putting a stop to them right now! No one kills cows and puts their meat on their plates if he has anything to say about it!

    "I don't know, but that's so wrong, those poor cows! Look at this video right now!" the news reporter cried.

    "We're live here at the Slaughterhouse and, right now, oh no, they're putting the cows in the machine!" the news reporter shouted.

    Moo, moo, moo!


    "Shut up, livestock! We need your meat!"

    Moo, moo, moo!!

    Chomp.

    "This just in, the cow is meat now!" A scream.

    Splash.

    Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

    Falling on his back, the princess's heart race. No, no, no, those were chimeras on screen. He needs to do something. Something drastic. He can't let his go on any longer. Those monsters, how dare they hurt his family. He's marching straight into that facility and having it closed down as soon as possible! And, if his Parliament has anything to say about it, they're so fired.

    "Your Highness, why are you screa--" Rabiu started to ask, but took a deep breath, adjusting himself. "Oh, um, so you found out about all that, huh? Sorry."

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "Um, why are your cows watching the screen? How are they not horrified?" Rabiu's tail stuck up as he asked such.

    Family snuggling beside him, the princess tried to hold in another scream. His parliament knew something about this and didn't say anything about it?! How dare they! They're guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty as charged! This is enough to fire them! Rabiu had better call them in here right now! They have some explaining to do! Seating himself upward, he snapped his fingers.

    ^Call in everyone else right now!^ An announcement on the speakers cried in a robotic tone.

    "Um, but you dismissed them already?" Rabiu asked. "Please, can't we just talk about this in the morning?"

    ^No!^ An announcement shouted.

    Moo, moo, moo.

    "Alright, um, fine, I'll go get them!" Rabiu cried, running.

    Turning the tube off, the young adult bit his wrists. How dare his parliament keep this from him! Who did they think they were? The poor cows! They're being killed for their meat! Only the demons were allowed to hunt for the world's meat supply, they did it humanely! They dueled the animals that ended up on their plates! Agh, his parliament, they'll pay for keeping this from them.

    "Ugh, let me guess, he found out about you know what?" Blyant asked.

    "Um, yes?" Rabiu asked.

    "You know we were supposed to have told him about this awhile ago, right?" Satine asked. "So, why didn't we?"

    "You know why," Iben said, sighing. "You know he'll overreact."

    Stupid word entering the room, the princess cracked his knuckles. Overreact? Overreact?! Excuse him, he is not overreacting! How dare they keep this from him! The poor chickens, the poor cows, the poor goats, they were all being used! He will not sit by and let this happen for a second longer! And, if the parliament thinks they can stop him, they'll get what's coming to them!

    ^How dare you keep this from me! I'm going to that slaughterhouse tomorrow and shutting it down, and you can't stop me!^ An announcement shouted.

    "Oh, yes we can! You really think they'll listen to you?" Blyant cried. "How do you expect to convince them, huh?"

    ^Oh, I have my ways, you'll see!^ An announcement shouted.

    "Uh huh, um? If you go and uh, protest, if that's what I think you're gonna do, you're on your own," Rabiu said. "Look, um, we didn't tell you because we didn't want you to overreact, that's all. Um, sorry. Can we all go back to bed now?"

    ^Fine! Go to sleep! But, consider me unavailable for the next week or so! These slaughterhouses are going down!^ An announcement shouted through the speaker.

    "Fine, Your Highness, we'll take over the duties for the next week or so until you get over this little dramatic stunt of yours," Iben said, sighing. "Alright, let's go."

    Moo, moo, moo.

    Cows bringing him a blanket, the princess dozed off. Starting tomorrow, he's going to find a whole ton of chimeras, and they're going to destroy that joint! That's right, mark his royal never said words, they're going down, they're going to regret ever doing this! He'll go to that one with the chimeras first, that ought to be the first one he should take out, yup! Dozing off, schemes hatched in his sleeping brain.

    Day One.

    Sewing a fashionable cow hoodie costume, the young adult put on some brown patches. Yes, a brown one will do. Parliament trying to walk in on him multiple times, he locked the door. Ugh, go do their duties on his behalf and leave him alone! Can't they see he has a message to spread here? Go back to the municipality and deal with the border sitch themselves!

    Sewing cute little costumes for the cows as well, the princess giggled. Sweet, sweet belly warmers for the family. Making little hats for the goats and chickens too, he prepared himself. Hmm, he could make some signs too with factoids about why killing for meat is bad! Sounds awesome, here goes! Taking out a marker, he scribbled away at the speed of light.

    Day Two.

    Looking into the slaughterhouse's history the next day, the princess had found out some interesting tidbits. There had been chimera invaders from earth too! He always thought chimeras were only born in Lactaine. But, nope, there were at least a thousands of them from that neighboring realm. How dare they think they're allowed here!

    Pinning the names of the owners of the cow house, he almost wanted to eat his pencil. So, their names were Prinz and Domini, penguin chimeras, hmm? And, what was that, all the slaughterhouses were run by either humans or penguin chimeras from the Earth Realm? He sees, he sees, well, then, open border patrol and inspect anyone who looks like a penguin person!

    Day Three.

    Trying to find people who are in big protesting groups, a super fancy sounding word had crossed his mind when surfing the net he wasn't supposed to look at. He think the world was animaltarian? No, no, that wasn't the only one, uh. It started with a v. Well, he wasn't supposed to look a this world wide web thing, the parliament said it would corrupt his brain or something. Well, who cares? They're not here right now.

    Finding a rather interesting board titled, We'll Storm the Slaughterhouse, the princess cracked his knuckles. There were three posters here, he ought to read what they were saying. Thread looking rather busy, his eyes were glued. Maybe he'll find someone that will join his team to put a stop to this! Time to read.

    Comment one: We need to head to that slaughterhouse and stop those evil penguins! They're killing animals for their meat! Eating meat is the most evil crime anyone can commit!

    Comment two: Yeah, that's right, we need to stomp straight in there with a loudspeaker and shout facts about animal cruelty and rub it in the invaders faces that what they're doing is evil. But, how do we counter with ways to convince? Humans never listen.

    Comment three: Oh, I know, make everything about human babies and how it would make them feel if they put a human baby in one of those things!

    Comment four: Hmm, yeah, but we need someone really important that might convince them. Should we contact the royal princess?

    Comment five: Maybe.

    Comment six: Perhaps.

    Comment seven: But, like, the princess won't ever answer to mere commoners like us. Besides, he's like, you know, probably busy with his cows or something.

    Comment eight: I thought the princess being a cow liker was a rumor.

    Comment nine: It's not.

    Comment ten: Nope.

    Comment eleven: So, how do we contact him? His parliament blocks all messages, probz.

    Comment twelve: Dunno. But, no one will listen to us without him. I'm sure of it.

    Comment thirteen: We gotta do something, though.
    Eating meat is evil, and everyone who consumes it should be punished.

    Comment fourteen: Guess we'll try. Make it sound urgent, kay?

    Comment fifteen: Kay.


    Page closed, the hyena shrugged. Well, he most certainly did not agree eating meat was completely evil, but, humanely killed meat was the only way to go. These board people were trying to contact him, huh? Well, he guessed he could make an account and contact them personally. Time to get the ball rolling on this mission. Registering, he yawned. Well, maybe he'll contact tomorrow, he's been reading this stuff for a million hours.

    Day Six.

    After contacting the group, plans had moved forward. Agreeing to go to the slaughterhouse on day ten, the princess invited the trio to come to the palace while the parliament was away doing business. And, the day of their arrival was today. Please, don't let them be three preteen chimeras in a trench coat or something, he is not working with children. Palace door knocked upon, he opened the entranceway.

    "Greetings, Your Highness, we're surprised you invited us here," a small voice said. "Doesn't your parliament have to approve of visits?"

    Sitting in the middle of the party of three had been a short, young dark skinned woman with frog hands. Short strawberry hair pulled into high pigtails, she wore what looked to be clothes made from fake cotton. Pitch black frog eyes upon her face, he reached for the portable notebook. First of all, who cares about the parliament, they're busy dealing with stupid border bull. Please don't waste their breath mentioning them, thanks.

    ^They're dealing with the border crisis. Don't worry about it. I'm the law around here, so they can't say no to my guests!^ Hovering words on a notebook screen said.

    "Right, the border. I bet they let those disgusting meat eaters enter through there and did nothing about it until now!" a tenor voice shouted, twirling the hair.

    Standing to the left had been a tall dark skinned androgynous person with pitch black frog eyes. Strawberry red mohawk spiky as ever, they had fake leather all over the place that looked slightly unsettling. Uh, should they be wearing that to a hot place? Well, they weren't going there for about four days anyway, he supposed. He best keep his thoughts on the matter about his view on eating meat to himself so they get along.

    "Yeah, probably," another tenor voice said. "But, don't worry, babe, we're here and we're with the princess and we'll take them down!"

    Standing on the right had been a short, dark skinned panther person with navy blue cornrows on the top of the head. Wearing a bright red dress, his tail had been sticking out through the clothes. Studying the outfit for a moment longer, he tried to not sing. Finally, someone who understood good fashion! Who would have thought? Well, time to discuss some things. Better stop gawking.

    ^We will, but tell me your names because honestly, I can't proceed until we do.^ Hovering words on a notebook screen said.

    "Well, I'm Cloch," the short frog chimera said, bowing. "Nice to meet you."

    "Name's Garran," the tenor frog chimera said, extending their hand. "You better order plant based dishes after we're done with this meeting!"

    "And, I'm Bogart," the panther person said. But, he soon jumped back. "Why is that cow sizing me up?!"

    Moo, moo, moo.

    ^That's my family! Be nice to them!^ Hovering words on a notebook screen said.

    "Fine," Bogart groaned. "So, what's your actual name, Princess? Since we told you ours, let's talk like equals."

    ^It's Siorc. That's my name.^ Hovering words on a notebook screen said.

    "Right, nice to meet you, Siorc," Cloch said. She then strutted towards the table. "So, let's get this meeting started. We need to stop these evil slaughterhouses, got it? And, since you're the princess, we've got leverage! I've got a proposal that you simply can't refuse!"

    Discussion breaking through, a lot of rather violent things had been suggested. Uh, would hopping on top of the machines really be effective? Well, he supposed if it would get the message across, he didn't mind getting physical, at least on the equipment. Many other things discussed, some things were mentioned back and forth for awhile.

    Keeping the day set to four days from now after a half day of discussing, the young adult bid farewell to the future protestors. But, many of what had been suggested swam through his head. Be as extreme as possible? Was that really the answer here? Maybe it wasn't. But, he needed to get his message across as best as possible. Continuing to make cardboard signs, he soon dozed off once again.

    Day Ten.

    Today's the day.

    The time has come.

    Waking up extremely early that morning, everything was ready. Cow costume on, the princess put the hood up. Strange car powered on potato oil waiting for him in the front of the palace, he bid farewell to his cows for the day after a quick reading session. Here goes, it's time to go to the slaughterhouse. He's ready to kick some cow murderers tushes. Say goodbye! Eyes glued to him, he groaned. Did they have a problem with his outfit?!

    "Uh, well, I guess, you'll at least stick out," Cloch said, sighing, she then lowered her voice into a whisper. "Why is the princess wearing a cow costume?"

    "You made that using fake materials, right?!" Garran asked.

    ^Yes. None of the stiches came from animals, alright?^ Hovering text on a notebook screen said.

    "Come on, just get in already, we have to go! They're doing a live slaughter, and we're going to stop it!" Bogart shouted.

    Hopping into the car, the hyena seated himself crisscross. When was the last time he was in a car anyway? The parliament always ordered horse drawn carriages. He didn't know, but whatever, they're still busy dealing with border control, so who cares about them? Super fast drive taking the stage, his cheeks flapped. Uh, excuse him?! Speed limit!

    Handed a super large sword for some reason, information had come his way. Told they will be destroying the machines, the princess almost dropped the weapon. Uh, well, sure, sign him up, but excuse him?! How are they supposed to destroy them? What if there's cows in there?! Well, he won't let that happen, but still. Soon on a farm in the middle of nowhere, he cracked his knuckles. Time to bring in the big guns.

    Pulling down the window, the chimera studied the disgusting cow killing monsters. Standing by the door greeting people had been a short young adult penguin man with golden locks tied into a low ponytail. Adorning a hideous shirt that said, Cows Are Meat, he grit his teeth. Mind if he uses royal force to eliminate this man? This one must have been Prinz. The quote on quote genius behind this invasion. Rot on earth, monster.

    Next to him had been a penguin man just as short as him with a golden asymmetrical bob. Having big orange eyes about the same size as the former, he adorned that same hideous shirt. So, this one was Domini. He can't wait to give him a taste of a little violence. Monster waving, he tried with all his might to not shoot a dart. Quit looking all friendly like that, they're going down!

    "Hello, hello, welcome to the tour of the little cow house!" Domini cried. "Welcome."

    "Welcome indeed, welcome," Prinz greeted. "What do you know? The princess is visiting us today."

    "Pretend to be friendly for the first few minutes, then we'll go over to the machines and, wam," Cloch said. "Leave the screaming to us. You have the tape recorder also, right?"

    ^Yes.^ Hovering text on a notebook screen said.

    "Good. Now, go shake hands with those disgusting meat eating monsters" Garran shouted.

    ^You got it.^ Hovering text on a notebook screen said.

    Stepping towards the monsters, the young adult extended his hand. Slimy palm meeting his, he tried to not gag. Disgusting, their hands are covered in meat juice. Did they? No. Were poor innocent cows already taken out today? Alright, forget the plan, he needs to act now. No, don't ruin it just yet, deep breaths.

    "Hello, everyone, the princess is here today! Can you believe it?" Domini asked.

    Moooo, moooo!

    Moos in pain off in the distance, the princess's knees buckled. Oh, no, he has to act fast! Ah, any second now, and they're going to go into those machines. Stupid criminals going on and on about how animals are meant for consumption not friendship, the hyena looked at the party of three. Please, give him the signal, he can't stand this speech anymore. Twenty minutes passing, something went off.

    Kaboom.

    "What was that?!" Prinz shouted. "You can't be serious, did someone?! I bet someone called the cops!"

    "Now, princess, hop on the equipment!" Bogart shouted.

    Hop.

    Step.

    Jump.

    "Your Highness, what are you doing?!" Domini shouted.

    Click.

    <Listen here, criminal scum! Killing cows for their meat is evil! What if you put a chimera baby in this machine for their meat? Would you look down on your plate and eat it without remorse? I bet you wouldn't!> A tape recorder cried.

    "Uh?" Visitor A asked.

    "What?" Visitor B asked.

    "I kind of came here wanting to do this, but seeing the princess doing it, you know what!" Visitor C shouted, running towards a machine. "I agree! How dare you kill innocent cows! Destroy the machinery!"

    "We've got ourselves a new follow--" Garran tried to say, but they let out a cough. "--I mean, we got ourselves someone who gets it!" They then took out a sword. "That's right! Eating animals is evil! They suffered and were murdered to be on your plate!"

    Slice.

    Slice.

    "Inconceivable!" Prinz cried. "You'll pay for these damages to our property!"

    "Oh, really, your property, invaders?" Bogart asked. He then screeched. "Eating meat is wrong! How dare you open up an illegal slaughterhouse and come into this realm and spread your evil little message!" Slice, slice, slice. He then whispered. "Come on, princess, use your authority, say something haughty and royal!"

    "And push down the machine after!" Garran shouted.

    A lot coming his way, the chimera took a deep breath. Right, it's best to cause a scene to get things through. These penguin chimeras were here illegally and killing poor innocent cows and separating them from their family for their meat! How dare they! Go back to the Earth realm and be evil there instead!

    Click.

    <How dare you come into my realm illegally and promote your disgusting ideas! Cows are friends, cows are family! Separating poor, innocent babies and stealing their milk and killing them for their meat! Animals are here with us, not for us!> A tape recorder cried.

    Bonk.

    Bonk.

    Destruction machines knocked down, the pesky illegal losers tried to call the cops, but the next action took the stage. Wires cut, the hyena dialed the station instead. Wait until they see what they've got here! He's sure they'd be super happy to learn there's illegal chimeras here running this quote on quote farm! Bet they'd be so thrilled to see that, that's for sure! Ha.

    "Woah, the princess is strong!" Visitor A siad.

    "Super strong!" Visitor B cried.

    "I wanna join in on these future protests, too!" Visitor C cried.

    "So cool!"

    "Super cool!"

    "Amazing!"

    "You! You'll pay for this!" Prinz shouted. "Cows are meat not friends!"

    "That's right, these creatures were put here to serve as food for us!" Domini shouted. "You stupid plant lovers wouldn't ever understand!"

    "Get them!" Cloch shouted.

    Party of three soon on top of the monsters, the hyena cracked his knuckles. Hope they like being underneath people because any second now and the cops would arrive. Any second now, any moment now, three, two, one, weeh, wooh, weeh, wooh, there they are, the moment he's been waiting for, the sirens. How wonderful.

    "Police, out with your hands up!" Rasa shouted, they then screeched louder. "Princess?! What are you doing here? Why aren't you helping at the border?!"

    "The parliament told us he was dealing with something else, remember?" Segun asked.

    "Right, whatever," Rasa responded, groaning. They then smirked. "Would you look at this? We've got illegal aliens in our midst. I knew we had some penguin smugglers out here! Get the taser! And, you three, get off of them!"

    "Make sure you tase them good!" Garran shouted. "Also, I just want you to know all cops are evil!"

    "Yeah, yeah, save it for your stupid social posts!" Segun shouted. "Nobody move!"

    Zap, zap, zap.

    "We'll be back!" Prinz cried. "Just you wait!"

    "Zap those stupid penguin crests, that'll get them!" Rasa shouted.

    Zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zap, zap!

    Penguins shocked around the world, they were flat like pancakes. Hauled into their vehicle, a victory flag had been waved upon the battlefield. Finally, the first of possible who knows how many slaughterhouses has been taken care of. Cops soon leaving, a truck had soon been called, surviving cows put in.

    "We'll take the cows to another farm," Cloch said. "But first, there's one last thing left."

    Scratch.

    Matchbox lit, the chimera jumped back. Woah, wait, isn't that a bit extreme? The cops are going to come back! Building set ablaze, he closed his eyes. Given a match as well, a whisper had soon been ready to melt his ear into nothingness. He should throw one, too? Alright, but don't tell his parliament what he's been up to, thanks.

    Toss.

    Building melting into ashes, the chimera bid farewell to the party of three as he returned to the palace. Maybe he should get rid of more slaughterhouses. But, wasn't this group's way of doing it a little over the top? Maybe, but they got stuff done, unlike those other loud groups he had heard a little about.

    Parliament waiting for him in the meeting room, he gave them a glare. They had better not say anything annoying because he's not listening. Go back to dealing with the border control or whatever! Can't they see he has other more important things to get done here?! Whatever, go ahead, talk his ear off.

    "So, the cops told us you went and took down a slaughterhouse and destroyed the equipment with some bums," Satine said, sighing. "Don't join up with random strangers, okay? If you're going to take on this dramatic nonsense of yours, do it by yourself."

    "Um, yeah, that's right, you know you're not supposed to meet with commoners without us approving of it first," Rabiu said, voice shaking.

    "You think that's going to stop him?" Blyant asked.

    "Um, guess not, since it already happened?" He sighed.

    "Whatever, well, congratulations on getting rid of that slaughterhouse, Your Highness," Iben said, groaning. "Now, go back to focusing on your royal duties for the next month before pulling another stupid stunt like this!"

    ^Whatever! Fine, I'll go back to doing my duties, can you go away now? I want to read to the cows!^ Hovering words on a notebook screen cried.

    "Tch, fine, but just so you know, your schedule will be tight for the next month!" Satine cried. "Bye!"

    Heading over to the barn, the cows surrounded him once more. Opening the second rainbow beanstalk book, the young adult giggled as the goats slept in his lap. Mission from earlier today flashing through his mind as he reached the last page in about an hour, he laid in the hay, yawning. Time for a quick little nap. But, as he dozed off, one last sea of thoughts raced through him.

    He heard that people were going after goats for their milk too. Why stop at saving the cows? He needs to save all the animals from harm! Call him the Princess of Animal Rights Protesting. No more sitting by as everyone suffers. Right, perfect, that's a perfect name! Dozing off once more, he repeated it as dreamland called him.

    He's the Princess of Animal Rights Protesting.

    Say his name!



    I, uh.... well, writing a satire about extreme protesting/veganism was actually on my 2026 bingo card, but to this extreme? I don't know, lol. Anyway.

    [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill IngenuityWell, here's Princess of Animal Rights Protesting Siorc. As drawn by me, of course. But, I have another one I have commed that I'll put here real quick. [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill Ingenuity Here's the one by LordoftheLies, a bust I paid for awhile ago. So, the idea for this story came from me drawing Siorc wearing a cow costume sitting crisscross, and I thought, huh, he would protest animal rights...and thus, this story was eventually birthed from it.

    Next week will be Bird Savior Siorc, where he'll be trying to build a bird sanctuary despite opposition. So, I guess, back to back stories about saving animals with two different messages...but such is life.
     
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    Roswell's Bird Savior


    Hi, I don't want to introduce myself! Do I
    Have to? Please, don't make me

    Have to introduce myself!
    Eh, my name is Siorc Ingne, hyena chimera.
    Listen, I really don't
    Like introducing myself to people! Ugh,
    Oh, well, I live in a secret hidden portion of Roswell, New Mexico.

    It's a hidden sector where chimeras

    Get to live peacefully.
    Uh, so, we migrated here about ten years ago. Maybe
    Eleven. I used to live in Dublin, but my parents decided we
    Should move to New Mexico, but, they have
    Since left to go back to Dublin.

    Nowadays, I live my brother, his partner,
    And the house
    Manager because,
    Eh, if I'm being honest, I like this
    Secret sector of Roswell.

    So, anyway,
    I'm a wildlife biology major
    Over here in college. I'm a junior, by the way. I want to
    Rescue birds. One day, I'd like to become a bird scientist! Ah, no
    Come on,

    I have to say the proper name, I

    Look so childish right now.
    I have to say the real name, I
    Very much have to!
    Errr, oh, okay

    I remember what the
    Name is now. Let's turn that

    Roast around in my brain for a second. Oh,
    Ornithologist, yes.
    So, I basically
    Want to become one of those in the
    End after I graduate. I feel
    Like I'd make a good one.
    Look, all

    I think about in
    My free time is birds. Before I go to school for the day, I

    Am always working on birdhouses. I also

    Have been making custom bird feeders, but I have to
    Yield on that lately,
    Everything has been a little weird around here since we arrived into the middle of spring.
    Now, there's something odd
    Afoot. I

    Can't say I believe it, but
    Hmm, if people are actually being honest,
    It seems
    Most of the birds in the
    Entirety of New Mexico, especially
    Roswell, and especially in the secret sector
    Are disappearing. Honestly, it's

    Just so strange. It's not winter,
    Unless hibernation has changed.
    Nothing
    Is making sense
    Over here in
    Roswell. Something is off.

    I should do something, I really
    Need to. But, I'll be honest, I am not a

    Chatty person. I prefer to write things down, but I
    Obviously need to do something. I feel
    Like I ought to. In feel
    Like something is
    Especially amiss. People are
    Going around claiming aliens are to blame, and
    Eh, listen that's

    Widly ridiculous.
    I've heard my classmates
    Literally suggest to storm Area Fifty One. I
    Don't think that's a good idea.
    Listen, Nevada
    Is quite
    Far from here. It's
    Err, fifteen hours? I

    Bet even more.
    I doubt that
    Our birds are disappearing because of aliens. That's so not
    Likely, there's
    Obviously a logical answer, and I'm
    Going to find it.
    Yes, I will solve the New

    Mexico bird disappear problem,
    And, I will become a bird savior. Okay, I should
    Just back up for
    One second. Let's
    Remain small here.

    I'll start with Roswell,

    And then I'll
    Decide where to go from there.
    Or maybe I should just stick with
    Roswell. At least for now.
    Eh, honestly, I

    Bet it's climate change,
    I know that kind of
    Roasts birds alive. I
    Don't know, it
    Seems like it's been

    Widly hot for
    A mid spring. I have
    No idea what to do about it. There's
    Nothing I can do
    About the weather. I

    Have to do something
    About the bird disappearances, I
    Very much have to, but
    Even so, I

    Am powerless elsewhere.

    Be that as
    It may, we're about to
    Reach June. I
    Don't want to

    Sit around and
    Curl my thumbs,
    I have to do something.
    Everyone is doing
    Nothing. Oh, I know, I
    Could build a bird sanctuary!
    Errr, well, I

    Could, but
    Ahaha, wishful thinking. It's about to get
    Roasted, isn't it?
    Eh, probably.
    Even still, I need to do something, I must
    Remember, birds are

    Super important to
    Our ecosystem. There
    Might be dire consequences if they
    End up being gone permanently. I
    Don't want that, so I
    Am going to act.
    Yes, it is a must."


    It had been an unusually sweltering day in the last week of May in Roswell, New Mexico and the secret hidden sector of the area. The streets were burning, the tires were looking about ready to melt off cars for everyone to see. But, despite all that, life went on. But, for one particular hyena chimera college student, a big mystery was about to unfold.

    Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

    Slap.


    Turning off the morning phone alarm had been a short, young adult feminine appearing humanoid person with medium length dark purple hair that went down to about the upper chest. Mismatched purple and green eyes looking about ready to close once again, the individual let out a yawn. Ugh, what time is it? Gazing at the numbers on the phone, the person rolled back over. Huh, six? Yawn, goodnight.

    But, such attempt to slumber for even twenty minutes more had been halted. Intense heat in the air, the person groaned. Ugh, it's yet another scorcher today. What is it, summer? Ah, no, it's the twenty seventh of May. What's the heat index? Opening up the weather app on the phone, the person groaned. Eighty seven? How strange, it's not even summer yet.

    Closing the eyes again, the young adult yawned. Ah, well, it's too early for this. So long, goodnight. No point in trying to stay awake. When did college classes start again today? Oh, right, two. Yawn, no need to be up at this hour, so long. He'll be back in three hours, zzz. Time to catch a hundred more zzes.

    Knock, knock.

    Pesky pounds on the other end of the door ruining such plans, the young adult let out a groan. Ugh, why is the house manager by the door now? The person swore the do not disturb sign was still up. But, no, as usual, that pesky dragon had to come knocking, sigh. Reaching for the clipboard on the bedside table, the college student reached for the bluebird slippers beside the cotton quilt.

    Turning the knob, a pesky face soon awaited the person. Standing on the opposite end of the frame had been a ridiculously tall dark skinned dragon woman with furry black panther ears on the top of the head. Long olive green hair that went down below the lower chest, a portion of her hair had been pulled into braids at the side. Eyes the same color as her locks, her pupils were slits. Adorning a red sweater with a bird eating spaghetti on it, the person tried to not gag. Birds don't eat pasta, come on now! How can Malati wear this thing?

    "Siorc, I reckon you get ready early today," Malati said. "They're pushing your lectures up two hours earlier." Her tail furiously moved from behind her as she said such. "Also, didn't you plan on finishing that bird house before you go in today? Your brother said something about it." She faked a cough before continuing. "He said, 'Ya know, he still hasn't finished dat huge birdhouse he's been buildin' Bet he's gonna finish dat today.' How was my Varg impression? Was it good? I ain't no good at sounding like others."

    Absolute garbage brother impression coming his way, the hyena slapped his palm across his forehead. Was Malati trying to be funny? He swears, this secret sector within Roswell always attracts the weirdest of chimeras sometimes. Sighing, the information swam through him. Wait, his lectures were pushed up two hours earlier? Oh, no! Will he even have time to finish that birdhouse today? Scribbling away, the clipboard almost shook.

    [Why didn't you tell me sooner?!] A notebook sheet asked.

    "I tried reminding you last night, but you had your headphones in an' couldn't hear me," Malati responded. "So, I scurried out of the den an' left you be."

    Reminder coming his way, the chimera's fist shook. She should have reminded him last night anyway! Isn't she supposed to be the housekeeper and the house manager here?! Why did his brother's partner hire this lady for in the first place? They should have never hit it big with that dog food business the two of them started in the garage! Oh, well, too late for that now. His fault for being in the zone, he guessed.

    [I was watching bird documentaries, okay?! Next time just tap my shoulder, alright?! Ugh, I was supposed to finish two birdhouses today! I'll have to put the second one off now!] A notebook sheet practically screamed.

    "I reckon your college lectures will probably be a lot shorter today," Malati said. "Been hearing rumors 'bout them closing all them schools down 'cause of the heat. Startin' next week."

    Heat brought to his attention again, the chimera's cheeks grew pink. He supposed it had been quite abnormally warm for late May. It was almost ninety five degrees out there, unbelievable! And, the people in the government were still acting like climate change was a hoax. Not to mention, for whatever reason, his college extended the school year by a month due to opening super late at the end of last year. Ugh, just end the school year instead, please.

    [If only I were on summer vacation right about now!] A written note on a clipboard complained.

    "I know, but you know your school's mighty peculiar," Malati responded, arms crossed around her waist. "Anyhoo, if I were you, I'd get ready now. Your brother wants me to change the beds before their boss comes over."

    [Ugh, fine, I'll go get ready. Don't come in my room until I'm out, got it?] A written note on a clipboard asked.

    "As you wish, young master." She bowed.

    [Quit calling me that, would you?! I'm not your boss!] A written note on a clipboard cried. But, it immediately remained unseen.

    Slumping onto the ground, the chimera let out a groan. He swears, this dragon lady always decided to bother him in the morning for fun. Quickly reaching for a set of clothes, the robin red breast pajama set had been tossed into the hamper. He'd better hurry and finish getting ready, or there will be a million vacuums lined up in his room!

    Heat wafting through the shower window as the chimera turned the knobs, the college student placed his hand beneath his currently human ears. Now, that's strange, he's not hearing any birds chirping again today. When was the last time he heard any? Last week? No, maybe two weeks ago? Ah, no, he'll go with last week. That may as well already have been forever.

    Steam burning the room as the young adult dashed towards the mirror, he listened again. But, there was silence. Nothing but the sound of the restroom fan system. Sigh, please can the birds make a return, he's begging. Comb pressed through the locks, he reached for a rubber band. Hair pulled up into a high ponytail, a shirt with the head of a blue jay had soon been over him.

    Fluffy light blue skirt going down to about his thighs, the young adult placed the little side feathers on the edges of his shirt. This will do, right? Collar and fluffy sleeves the same shade as the little avian creature on the center, he reached for the hairpins and earrings. Matching feathers adorning his hair and ears, he quickly reached for the mascara.

    Knowing that any second now, the monster vacuum would enter his bedroom, the young adult dashed off towards the kitchen. What time is it now? Seven thirty blinking at him, sweat poured down his back. How is time going by so quick? Before he knew it, it would already be eleven! Hurry, hurry, time is ticking.

    "Look who's finally awake," a tenor voice groaned. "Busy rolling around in bed looking at bird videos again, bird enthusiast?"

    Chopping up lettuce on the cutting board in the corner had been a tall, tan somewhat masculine looking gazelle person with short choppy dark blackish green hair pulled into a high ponytail that didn't even reach the ears. Middle part of their hair reaching between the space of their eyes, they adorned a lazy t-shirt with a dogfood on it. Teal eyes almost barely visible, the bird enthusiast rolled his eyes. As usual, Izzet is making up nonsense. Why did his brother have to get engaged to this chimera? He'll never know.

    "Ya know he ain't gotta be at lectures 'till two," an alto voice responded. The person then turned. "Mornin', Siorc, yer workin' on th' new birdhouse 'gain before ya leave in the backyard, right?"

    Plopping toast in the air fryer had been a short feminine person who had barely been an inch taller than him. Excuse him, extremely manly man with earthy green hair pulled into a high ponytail that went down to about his shoulders. Emerald eyes to match, his tassel earrings looked about ready to fall off as usual. Pitch black shirt with the words Dog Breath on it, the chimera sighed. How were Varg and he ten years apart? He always wore the weirdest shirts ever. Oh, well.

    "I thought I told you this morning that they pushed up all afternoon classes due to the heat!" Izzet cried. "Were you even listening when I told you?"

    "Dunno, guess it musta slipped m' mind," Varg responded. "We're makin' BLT Salad, ya want a big or sm'll bowl?"

    [Small bowl will do. Where's the hot glue gun?] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "Izzet put it in th' shed, A think," Varg said. He then turned towards his partner. "Ya put it back in th' shed, right?"

    "I put it back in there last night," Izzet responded, shrugging. "Don't you think it's too hot to be building the rest of that birdhouse, though? It's not like any are going to fly in. Haven't you heard? Almost all the birds in New Mexico have disappeared."

    Rumor dropped into his lap, the bird enthusiast almost dropped his pencil. Wait, what did they say just now? Almost all of the birds in New Mexico have disappeared? No, no way, that couldn't possibly be true. What would they know? They've got to be messing with him, right? It was just a coincidence he hadn't heard a single bird chirp in the past week, two weeks? Ugh, forget it. He has way more important matters to attend to here.

    [What do you know, dog enthusiast? I'm finishing that birdhouse today before I go to my lectures! I'm going to the backyard now. Leave my salad on the picnic table!] A notebook sheet on a clipboard shouted.

    "Car'ful, d'nt burn yerself, kay?" Varg's voice echoed.

    Dashing towards the back door, the chimera covered his ears as his brother's partner's mumbles broke loose in the next room. He swears, Izzet always screams nonsense on purpose. As soon as he graduates and gets a nice ornithologist job, he's so out of here. Not like he'll graduate anytime soon, though. He probably needed, what was it called again? Ah, right, a doctorate degree. Probably. He hardly knew.

    Entrance sliding open, the sound of bugs squealing burned into the bird enthusiast's eardrums. Early morning sun ready to melt his neck into oblivion, the hyena dashed towards the shed. He has to hurry and get the hot glue gun! Man, it's hotter out here today than it was yesterday! This bird house is going to melt before he's able to finish it, isn't it? Gah.

    Glue weapon located, the chimera reached for the remaining wooden parts. What was left to add to the current one he was working on again? Oh, right a roof. And, the second one? He still needed to work on quite a few things. Did he finish making the feeders? Nope. He may as well just build one quickly before he has to leave.

    Tools out in front of him, the hyena hammered away. How had he left the roof until last second?! How many years has he been making birdhouses now? Ah, right, ten years now. How has he been doing this since he was eleven? Time flies. Before he knows it, he'll have been doing this for twenty. Well, he had a long ways away from that, he guessed.

    Sandpaper rubbed against the little roof, the bird enthusiast could feel his heart sink at the sound of silence once again. There wasn't a single bird here anywhere, huh? Not even a little chirp. Maybe they all flew away to somewhere colder? No, that didn't make any sense. There's something far more fishy going on here that meets the eye.

    Hot glue gun amped up and ready to go, the chimera focused. Adhesive will be applied in three, two, one. Edges looking ready to melt, he placed the roof over. This will hold this time, right? The roof always seems to cave in whenever he reaches this part. Cracking his knuckles, he reached for some spare pieces of wood. Time to make a birdfeeder.

    Cutting a hole in a piece of wood, the questions kept themselves going. Maybe the birds fled to Mexico and haven't returned? Maybe the humans in Roswell hurt them one too many times and they decided to skedaddle. But, would that cause all of them to just vanish? Maybe not, that was highly unlikely.

    Gluing the frames together, the chimera reached for a small bottle. What kind of seeds should he put in the birdfeeder? Maybe he should put a mix of many different kinds? Where did he keep the birdseed? Oh, right, in the shed. He'd better get it. Teeming up a sweat, his hands practically stuck together. Shaking it off, he unlocked the creature once more.

    Shake, shake, shake.

    Birdseed plopped in, the young adult attached the feeder to the side of the gigantic birdhouse. Measuring tape out in front of him, he scribbled away. Twenty four inches tall. He really needs to scale these back a bit. Soon, he won't be able to fit anymore in the backyard. Izzet might even start throwing some of the old ones away at this rate, too. Alright, time to set it in the bird zone.

    Latest creation plopped down in the bird zone, the bird enthusiast sighed. It's not like he's going to get any avian visitors anyway. Should he even bother finishing the second one? Maybe not. Oh, well, maybe it's best to hold off on that for now. Cracking his knuckles, he dragged himself off towards the picnic table.

    Tweet, tweet, tweet.

    Turning towards the birdhouse a surprise kicked in as the young adult swallowed mountains of bacon. Blue jay flapping towards the entrance, a shock shot down the chimera's spine. Woah, a bird? It's been a million years. Creature plopping towards it, he pumped his fists out in front of him. It's going in, it's going in! Is this a dream? Pinch him!

    Heat taking him for a ride, the bird enthusiast hissed. He's definitely awake right now. Wow, finally, he had himself a visitor, is this really happening? Maybe this was the last bird still left that hadn't left New Mexico. He needs to cherish this moment while he still can! Slowly finishing breakfast, a scream soon ruined everything.

    "Don't you think you should get going?!" Izzet groaned. "It's ten o'clock! You're walking today, aren't you?"

    Pesky brother's spouse locking eyes with him, the young adult held back a growl. Of courses he's walking! It's not like they'd ever drive him! They also championed the he's wasting our gas, he can walk, nonsense. Not like he wanted to be in a car with them ever anyway. They have the worst road rage known to chimerakind.

    [Don't I always? Don't rush me, alright? I'll leave in a few minutes.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "You always say that when you're out here!" Izzet shouted. "Then, a few minutes turns into an hour and you're practically tardy to your lectures."

    [Gee, if only someone would drive me then this wouldn't almost always be the case!] A notebook sheet on a clipboard shouted.

    "Pay for gas, and then we'll talk! Quit sitting around and get walking, our boss will be here any second, so skedaddle!" Their voice was booming.

    [Alright, alright, I'll go grab my messenger bag and go, okay?] A notebook sheet on a clipboard responded.

    Brother's partner mumbling under their breath, the young adult rolled his eyes. He still can't believe this is the chimera Varg settled down with. Never date a business partner. Slipping into his room, a messenger bag filled to the brim with bird head keychains had soon been slung over his shoulder. Dashing off towards the door, eyes soon darted towards him.

    "Did ya remember to put sunscreen in yer bag?" Varg asked from across the room.

    "Do you really have to ask him that every morning?" Izzet asked. "He's an adult now."

    "Babe, ya know he's forgetful," Varg said to Izzet.

    "He's forgetful because all he thinks about is birds all the time!" Izzet shouted back. "I swear, I bet he was born with a birdbrain!"

    Nodding, the chimera twisted the knob. He hardly had time to stay here a moment longer. Any second now, and that pesky boss would be here. He did not know why, but the director always looked at him like he was the devil. Exiting the abode and off towards the crosswalk, something of an awful note soon caught his attention.

    Lifeless birds laid out on the ground everywhere, everything felt so cold. What's going on here? Why are there so many here? Creatures not moving, he closed his eyes. Every single one on this street was no longer in this world. How could this happen? Dashing across the crosswalk, he kept his eyes open.

    Even more birds on the ground twitching up a storm, doom painted the bird enthusiast a shade of green. What's wrong? Those tremors, he's studied these before. Could they be? He needs to tell someone as soon as possible. But, who? Should he tell his professor? Maybe he should skip classes today.

    Shaking his head, the young adult reached for a notepad. He can't just skip, his brother's partner would kill him for that. They'd probably rent his room out and send him back to Dublin, or something. He'd better just go. Writing down everything he could, he kept moving forward. Please, don't let there be any more birds suffering.

    Tweet, tweet.

    Birds falling left and right as the college grew ever so closer, everything froze. Are those cardinals? They're falling midflight. What is going on here? There's something funny going on. Scribbling such away, he kept moving. Please, don't let there be any more bird anomalies, he has an hour left before he reaches the gates.

    But, such had been wishful thinking. Far more oddities where that came from, that thought crept up again. Maybe he should skip after all. He can't just walk away from all this. He needs to e-mail his professor before it's too late. Attempting to do so, an annoying message caught his attention. Finals today! No one is allowed to skip! Gah, so much for that, better pick up the pace.

    Huffing as the college entrance waited for him, the chimera huffed a weak breath. How many birdnomalies did he spot on the way here? Checking the tally, he did a double take. Forty? Maybe he overcounted. Reaching his lecture room, a ghost town was about to swallow him whole any second now. So much for no skipping, huh? There was only eight other students here.

    Spotting five of his chimera classmates chatting away in the corner, he tiptoed towards them. Short, feminine appearing rabbit person with short black hair pulled into a low bun chatting up a storm, next to him had been a slightly shorter rabbit girl with radioactive green hair and a brown school uniform. Isamu and Rizo were always seen together. They sure were twins alright.

    Standing quietly amongst the crowd of five had been a short panda person with long pink hair pulled into two high pigtails with split ends everywhere. Rosy eyes to match, she had a rather messy looking white pocketed shirt. Even pinker panda girl next to her with long hair pulled into a side ponytail, the rest of her locks had been pulled downward. As usual, Yanglong and Qiulong don't believe in any other color existing besides pink. He bet if they could, they'd both dye their ear fur pink, too.

    Young woman with maroon hair split from the back going down to about her knees looking rather tired, sea lion flippers had been out in the open. Sailor outfit on her, the young adult swore something wasn't adding up here. Hadn't Kali switched majors? Should she even be in this lecture hall? Maybe not.

    "You saw all the bird carcasses on the streets, too, right, right?!" Kali cried.

    "I believe I said that, did I not?" Isamu groaned. "Three times already. Weren't you listening?"

    "Okay, so, maybe you did, but maybe I misheard you!" Kali shouted.

    "You always say that," Rizo said, shaking her head. "Dear me, what are we going to do with you?"

    "I saw birds falling straight out of the sky," Yanglong said.

    "Me, too," Qiulong added. She then turned around. "Well, well, well, look who finally showed up! Morning, Siorc, we thought you'd skip today, honestly."

    [I thought about it, believe me. But, my brother's partner would kill me.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said. He then scribbled some more. [You guys saw the bird crisis outside too?]

    "Yup, we did," Kali said, nodding. "We were just talking about why we think all the birds have gone awol last week. Want to join us?"

    [Don't we have to take our finals soon? The professor's probably going to be here any minute.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "Nah, he said he's going to get some coffee. So, we have plenty of time," Qiulong said, shaking her head. "You know how he gets sometimes. Wants to get away from us as much as possible. Something, something, chimeras stinking up my lecture hall, or whatever."

    [I see. So, why do you all think the birds disappeared?] A notebook sheet on a clipboard asked.

    "I think it's aliens," Rizo said, finger stuck up in the air.

    "Extraterrestrials!" Isamu corrected.

    "Aliens," Rizo barked backed. "I think we're about to have another Roswell Incident. You know, Roswell Incident Two, Electric Boogaloo?"

    "No one says that, Rizo," Yanglong said, groaning. "Also, the Roswell Incident was alleged. You know that, right?"

    "Alleged doesn't mean it's untrue!" Her ears bopped on the top of her head in a fury.

    "Oh, my, aliens, huh?" Qiulong said, giggling. "That would maybe explain why so many poor birds are falling midflight lately. Maybe the aliens in Area Fifty One came to Roswell and are controlling them!"

    "Extraterrestrials!" Isamu corrected once more. "Why do you all have to jump and assume it's aliens? They're probably perishing from the heatwave?" He groaned as he continued. "You're being ridiculous, don't you think?"

    "No, I think they're all onto something, actually," Kali said, flippers on her chin. "This heat wave is definitely out of this world. It's not even summer yet, and it's almost one hundred degrees. I bet aliens have something to do with it!"

    "Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now?" Isamu groaned. "Aliens aren't real. You know it gets much hotter around here in the secret sector of Roswell." His eyes then wandered. "Aliens, you can't be serious."

    "I am serious, bro!" Rizo cried. "There is definitely aliens making all the birds drop dead! I bet the injured ones were attacked by aliens, too! You think so too, right, Siorc?"

    Spotlight soon over him, the hyena could hardly believe his ears. Is Rizo being serious right now? Come on, now! That was incredibly unscientific. Aliens don't exist! And, if they did, they most certainly wouldn't come to earth. They'd turn their ship around and see the horrible conditions the humans put this planet in and say, peace out! Or worse yet, destroy it. Probably.

    [Aliens don't exist. I believe there is many other things that could be the right answer here, and aliens is most certainly not one of them, Rizo.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "Man, you're no fun, I thought you'd be on my side!" Rizo cried, biting her lower lip. "Okay, stick in the mud, what do you think it could be?"

    [I don't know, I think I'll do some research during summer vacation. But, it's most certainly not aliens.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "Says you, I think it's definitely aliens," Rizo said. "You guys, you know what I think we should do?"

    "What? Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say," Isamu said in an annoyed voice.

    "Ooh, I know where this is going!" Kali cried. "Come on, say it!"

    "I wish I had popcorn right now, this is about to get juicy!" Qiulong cried.

    "I know where this is going," Yanglong said, rolling her eyes. "Don't say it."

    Rizo raising her paw up, the hyena knew where this was going. She's going to say something so ridiculous, the professor would soon stand behind her and have something annoying to say, like always. Please, don't say what he thinks she's about to. Her bright ideas were usually so outlandish he thought he was dreaming every time she said them. Crossing his fingers, he prepared himself.

    "We should storm Area Fifty One!" Rizo cried.

    "We should tot--!" Qiulong started to say, but she then cut herself off. "Wait. Come again?"

    "We should storm Area Fifty One!" Rizo repeated. "I bet the aliens they're hiding there zapped all the birds! We should go there and punch them!"

    "You know Area Fifty One is a highly classified area, right?" Kali asked. "How are we supposed to get in?"

    "I'm a master of disguise!" She danced as she said such.

    "Storming Area Fifty One, really?" Yanglong asked, eyes lowered into a squint. "Where did you get that bright idea from, the internet?"

    "I came up with it all on my own, okay?!" Rizo cried. "Who wants to go to Nevada with me?"

    "I'll go with you," Qiulong said. "Let's storm Area Fifty one!"

    "Count me out," Yanglong said, turning away. "I knew you'd say something illogical."

    "Count me out, too," Kali said, shaking her head. "Besides, I'm going back to Canada to visit my family over the summer. I can't believe you'd even suggest something like that!"

    "I'm not going either," Isamu said, shaking his head. "First off, extraterrestrials don't exist. Area Fifty One is just an Air Force facility, and second, how are you going to afford a trip to Nevada? You and I both know you don't have any money!"

    "Shh, I've been saving money, okay?!" Rizo cried. "But, it's fine, bro. If you don't want to go to Area Fifty One, I'll just go without you!"

    "What's this about Area Fifty one, hmm?" a voice said from behind asked.

    Middle aged professor standing from behind Rizo like always, the hyena shook his head. As usual, he snuck up on everyone. Why did he always do that? Looks like the party's over now, better stop while they're ahead. Did he hear the entire conversation? Probably. Please, don't look at him. He definitely has nothing to do with this.

    "Nothing, professor! Just joking around!" Rizo cried, giggling. "Right? Just getting a good laugh?"

    "That's right, just getting a good chuckle before the exam!" Qiulong cried.

    "If you say so," the professor said. "Now, hurry up and get to your seats! The final's about to start!" He then mumbled under his breath. "Why did I have to have a class full of chimeras?"

    Seating himself, the papers had soon been administered. Professor announcing they had three hours to finish, he stared down at the thick booklet in front of him. Wildlife Biology Final words locking eyes with him, he cracked his knuckles. He listened to every single lecture, surely, this would be quite easy.

    Multiple choice questions breezed through, thoughts paraded around as a rather peculiar question locked eyes with him. Why are there so many questions about extinction this year? He could not help but feel an intense wave of unease at such. Staring off into space, thoughts rumbled around from within.

    Were all the birds in the world about to face extinction soon? They definitely weren't going to, right? Maybe he ought to do something about this issue. But, what could he possibly do about it? He was only one chimera. What could he do? He did not know, but he has to do something. He can't just sit around and watch birds perish like this!

    Answering the write in questions, the thoughts continued to buzz about. Maybe he should build a sanctuary. There was some unclaimed land within this secret sector no one ever wanted. Maybe he could build something there and help all the poor birds in pain. He's sure he had enough money in his savings account for something like that.

    Reaching the complex problems portion, the bird enthusiast's brain was spaghetti. Ugh, can he get a bit of a break, please? How many more hours left? Too many, that's for sure. Forget it, he needs to focus. He can think about all the other stuff later. Pencil ready to break, he tried to concentrate.

    Final question upon him as the clock ticked towards the second hour, the young adult removed himself from the booth in front of him after checking over his answers. He filled in all the dots correctly on the scantron, right? Please, tell him he did. Placing the creature within the booklet, he moved off towards the professor's desk.

    "Huh? You're done already?" the professor asked.

    [Yes, is that a problem, professor?] A notebook sheet on top of a clipboard asked.

    "Not really," the professor responded, shrugging. "Whatever. Enjoy your summer."

    [I thought lectures were extended until mid June this year?] A notebook sheet on top of a clipboard asked.

    "Not anymore. You can go now." There was an annoyed tone in his voice.

    Leaving the lecture room, the young adult sat down in the courtyard. Birds fallen everywhere, he closed his eyes. There's even more here than there were earlier. He needs to do something. Why isn't anyone doing anything about the bird crisis on their hands? He should build a bird sanctuary. That would definitely take all summer vacation, wouldn't it?

    Writing down ideas in his notebook, the bird enthusiast sighed. But, before he can do that, shouldn't he find the cause of the crisis first? He probably should. Besides, it would probably take a long time for something like this to be approved. Wouldn't he have to meet with the mayor? No, he'd probably have to have a talk with the New Mexico governor, wouldn't he? Probably both.

    Heading back home, everything buzzed from within as twitching finches caught his attention. These poor birds looked like they were in so much pain. Who, or what caused this? Maybe it could have been aliens after all. But, he shook his head. No, that was ridiculous. Why is he thinking about Rizo's obnoxious theory? She's obviously wrong.

    Reaching his abode after what felt like forever, the young adult crossed his fingers. Please, let Izzet be out shopping or something with the housekeeper. Doorknob twisted he closed his eyes. Please, please let the house empty, he's begging. But, luck was not on his side as usual. Hearing that loud voice ready to eat him alive, he almost wanted to turn around.

    "Ever since that dude bought our company, he's ruining everything!" Izzet shouted. "We need to oust him!"

    "I dunno 'bout that," Varg said. "He's much more knowledgeable 'bout business an' stuff. An' not t' m'ntion, he's much b'tt'r at this than we are."

    "You may think that, but I disagree!" Izzet cried. "We need to take our business back!" They then groaned. "Ugh, he's back. Don't you have a million tests to finish?"

    "Afatnoon, Siorc, did yer final go alright?" Varg asked.

    Spotting a bag of birdseed on the kitchen counter, the chimera rose an eyebrow. That's weird, did the boss leave that here? Was the business expanded to include other types of pet food? Maybe so. Should he ask about it? He probably should, maybe. Clipboard out in front of him, he scribbled away.

    [It went fine. I'm pretty sure I got a good score.] A notebook sheet on top of a clipboard said. He then scribbled some more. [Where did you get that birdseed from?]

    "Ah, ya saw th't?" Varg asked. "Boss left it h're. He's expandin' the business. Y'u should feed th' birds with it. Ya built th' birdfeeder t'day, right?"

    Locking eyes with the bag of birdseed, the college student did not know why, but something felt kind of off about it. Is it just him, or did it look really strangely flat? Was it tampered with? But, he shook his head. No, no, that's ridiculous. He shouldn't assume something like that. Why would someone do such a thing?

    [I did, yes.] A notebook sheet on a clipboard said.

    "Good fer you. Hope ya get a lot of b'rds visitin'," Varg responded, tone slightly chipper."Yer professor e-mailed us, an' said they cancellin' the 'xtended spring semester by the way. Ya got any plans fer summer vacation?"

    Question coming his way, the chimera closed his eyes. Should he mention he's thinking of building a bird sanctuary over the summer? No, that would be rejected, wouldn't it? He can feel the questions piling in. How would he be able to afford it? They're not driving him there. Him, own land? He's not even twenty five yet, wait until he's older. Or, the worst one yet. He's a chimera, no one will take him seriously. Well, whatever, he'll take this risk.

    [I'm going to build a bird sanctuary after I investigate what's going on with the birds.] A notepad sheet said.

    Coffee soon spit out, the hyena placed his palm over his temple, shaking his head. Ugh, why does Izzet always do this? They're always overreacting to every little thing! Why is this the chimera Varg is going to marry someday again? They're always such a sturdy nail. Become a bent one for a change!

    "Are you serious? How do you think you'll be able to afford it?! It's not like you have a job, you freeloader!" Izzet cried. "You really expect to be able to afford to make a dumb little bird sanctuary?"

    [I'll have you know people pay me to make them birdhouses!] A notepad sheet cried. He then scribbled some more. [And, I have plenty of savings, you know.]

    "You only charge fifteen dollars per birdhouse! You call that a job?" Izzet cried. "And, how are you going to be able to pull it off, huh? You need approval from the secret sector mayor! Which, there's no way he'll approve!"

    [You don't know that. I'm sure they're aware of the bird crisis, and he'll say yes!] A notepad sheet cried.

    "Oh, really? You really think that, do you? Malati, get a load of this!" Stomp, stomp, stomp.

    "Yes?" Malati asked.

    "Can you believe what you're hearing? This dumbo over here wants to build a bird sanctuary!"

    "I reckon he should at least try," Malati responded. "You ain't gotta shoot down every idea he has."

    "Look, I'm just being realistic here, okay? Unlike you!" Izzet rose their voice.

    "A bird sanctuary, huh?" Varg said. "I dun't wanna b' the bearer of b'd news, b't fer somethin' like th't ya gotta get an 'ppointment w'th the sector mayor. Ya th'nk yer gonna h've th' energy fer that?"

    Reality dropping down on him like a ton, the chimera tried to keep it together. He really would have to speak to the sector government, huh? He supposed he ought to. After all, this is a huge problem. He can't sit by as birds are being harmed by some unknown cause! He needs to take care of them. No one else is, after all. Besides, he's good at building things. He can even offer to do everything by himself.

    [I can't just sit by and do nothing! Birds are being harmed, and I have to make sure someone is doing something! If no one else is, I will!] A notepad sheet said.

    "Aight, well if yer gonna, ya sho'ld probably schedule an 'ppointment in the next two weeks 'r so," Varg said. "M'ke sure ya gather evidence, 'r th'y might push ya out th' door. Ya wanna get yer college friends to help ya build it if it gets approved?"

    "Why are you on his side?!" Izzet cried. "Don't you think your brother is being ridiculous?"

    "I dunno, he's right, ya know, it ain't like anyone doin' 'nythin' 'bout th's," Varg responded. "If he wants t' t'ke 'ction, I say l't h'm."

    "You baby him, I swear." Their tail furiously brushed from behind them.

    College friends mentioned, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. He supposed he could ask Isamu and Yanglong for help. They weren't going back home over the summer, right? They always take extra classes in the summer. At least, he thinks they do. Probably. Maybe he'll shoot them a text or two.

    [Maybe. I don't know if they'll want to help me, though.] A notebook sheet said.

    "W'll, if th'y d'nt, A will," Varg said. "Gimme a h'ller if yer friends say no."

    "I'm not, though, so you can forget it!" Izzet shouted.

    [I wasn't going to ask you. Not like you'd ever help me with anything anyway.] A notebook sheet said. He then scribbled away some more. [No need to go to all the trouble, Varg. I'm sure my friends will agree. Some of them, anyway.]

    "It ain't no tro'ble at all," Varg said. He then looked at his watch. "W'll we gotta go t' th' warehouse r'ght bout now. See ya later."

    Party of two leaving, the bird enthusiast stared off into space. Birdseed bag glowing on the kitchen counter, he dashed off towards it. Something is really wrong with this thing. Why is it doing that? Maybe he should take it into the lab and study it for a little while. Housekeeper locking eyes with him, he scribbled away.

    [I'll be in the lab. Don't make me a big dinner.] A notebook sheet said.

    "As you wish, young master," Malati said.

    [Please stop calling me young master, ma'am.] A notebook sheet begged.

    Lugging the heavy birdseed bag into the lab, the chimera sniffed away. What is this rancid antiseptic scent? Something's not right. Closing the door behind him, he opened the bag up. Seeds looking rather strange, he pinched his nose. Ugh, this stench is even stronger now! What is going on here?

    Dropping the sunflower seeds into a small bowl, something wasn't right about them. They look awfully heavy, don't they? Aren't birdseeds supposed to be virtually weightless? Yes, most certainly, they were. Maybe he should weigh them in comparison to the the ones in the bird feeder. He had a scale in here, right? Yes. Dashing into the backyard, he reached for a cup of them.

    Scale taken out, alarm bells rung in the college student's head as he weighed them. Brand new seeds practically tossing the old ones off, he almost wanted to alert the entire neighborhood. Wait, what is going on here? This is so not good. Should sunflower seeds really be this heavy? No, they definitely shouldn't. They shouldn't be this dense at all. He needs to keep testing.

    Plopping multiple in the water, the creatures immediately sunk to the bottom. Well, this is quite strange. What's in these things? This is not right. He needs to test these things right away. Did he have that chemical kit still? He should have it buried somewhere in the cabinet. Time to dig it out. Rummaging through everything, the holy grail had obtained.

    Chemical strips out in front of him, the chimera dipped the creatures in the water. But, what results came back to him shook him for a loop. This strip is dark brown. Ethanol? Oh, no, he needs to do something. How did something like that get into a bag of birdseed? This can't be good. Thinking back, something cracked from within.

    The CEO of Varg and Izzet's company, hadn't they said something about expanding their business to include food for other animals? He did say that, right? When did he say he'll be introducing birdseed? About a month ago? Yes, he was there for that late afternoon meeting. That man always has the nerve to hold a meeting during dinner. He remembers now.

    Pacing around the lab, he wondered. That CEO, honestly, he's way too friendly. Come to think of it, didn't he feed every single wild animal out there with free food? Yes, he did. At least, that's what he heard Varg say. Maybe he was using a new formula for birdseed? Surely, that's all this was. It had to be an accident! Right, of course, just a mistake. Maybe this will be the last time something like this happens.

    Doing many more tests after to double check, the chimera sighed. Was this why all the birds in Roswell were disappearing? Maybe. He needs to schedule an appointment with the sector mayor as soon as possible. Firing up the slow, ancient as ever computer, the young adult tip tappied away at the keyboard. E-mail client taking forever to open, he groaned. This machine was from the start of the century, he bet.

    E-mail with formal language sent, the bird enthusiast crossed his fingers. Please, let this meeting be approved. There's no way he can sit around anymore and watch as these poor birds be harmed like this! He'll even offer his soul if he has to! Shutting the ancient machine down after it froze on the web browser, he banged his head on the keyboard. Can someone please upgrade this thing?

    Knock, knock, knock.

    "Siorc, I made you pork ravioli, I'm coming in," Malati said on the other side of the door.

    Meaty pasta plopped down onto the table in the corner, the hyena placed his finger on his chin. Should he tell the housekeeper about his discoveries? No, that would probably make her tell everyone what he discovered. Izzet would probably tell him he's ruining their business, it's better to keep this all to himself.

    "Did you find anything peculiar?" Malati asked, pointing at the sunflower seed bag.

    [If I tell you, you're going to blab to my brother, aren't you?] A notepad sheet said.

    "I ain't gonna tell them nothing," Malati said, shaking her head.

    Same sentence coming his way as usual, he shook his head. There's no way he can trust this housekeeper. She always blabs about everything. Nibbling on his ravioli, he groaned. She overcooked it as usual. Did she burn it with her dragon breath? Probably. Eyes soon locked onto him, he tried to not roll his eyes. Please, stop looking at him like that.

    [Nothing concrete. I'll keep doing my research before I go to the sector hall in a couple weeks.] A notepad sheet said.

    "Well, if you're gonna do that, I reckon you'll need as much evidence as possible," Malati said as she took the plate away. "I'll leave you to it."

    Dragon lady leaving, the chimera buried his head on the table. If she finds out, she'll definitely blab about it, that's for sure. She has the biggest mouth of everyone in this house. Continuing on until late evening, his notebook was almost full. He's going to need some more soon, that's for sure. None are going to last this investigation.

    Continuing to investigate everything he could as the days droned on by, the young adult could no longer deny it as the days went on. The new birdseed hot on the shelves had been filled to the brim with ethanol. How did this happen? Maybe he should alert the Food and Drug Administration about this. Birds continuing to drop left and right as the days moved into a week, the pressure was mounting.

    Sector mayor approving of his visit on the eleventh of June, the young adult kept the investigations coming. Proof aplenty written down in six notebooks, he contacted his friends. Everyone except Kali agreeing to help him build the sanctuary no matter what, he could hear the victory bells ready to roar. Surely, this will go well, he can feel it.

    And, then the day arrived, in the blink of an eye.

    June Eleventh.

    Walking to the sector hall office, two scary faces awaited for him in the meeting room. Tall, blonde penguin man in a lady suit with golden penguin crests locking eyes with him, next to him had been a dark blue haired sheep lady with a pitch black blouse suit. What were their names again? Ah, right, Mayor Marquis Gefroren and Vice Mayor Lang Afstand. He needs to hurry up and present his arguments to have this bird sanctuary built!

    [Hello, Mister Gefroren, and Ms. Afstand. May name is Siorc Ingne, and today, I would like to discuss with you allowing me to build a bird sanctuary in the unoccupied area in the edges of this sector of Roswell.] A notebook sheet on top of a clipboard said.

    "That's why you e-mailed us?" Mayor Marquis Gefroren asked. "You're just a kid. You'd better make this good! We had other business to attend to today!"

    "A bird sanctuary, really?" the Vice Mayor Lang said, voice crusty. "This is what you wanted to discuss? The bird fiasco will sort itself out in due time."

    Almost immediate rejection coming his way, the hyena closed his eyes. He knew he should have expected this would happen. He needs to provide a good argument as to why this needs to be built. No one is doing anything to help the birds still, and it's been a month since they started falling left and right! Doesn't anyone care about the wildlife here? If someone isn't going to do something, he will!

    [Sir, I am an adult. I am going to be in my fourth year in college in August. I'm not just some kid with a dream. You have to understand. This bird crisis goes beyond climate change. This isn't something that will sort itself out. All the bird's food has been tampered with, and something needs to be done! A sanctuary will be keep them safe from harm. I'll pay for everything!] A notebook sheet on top of the clipboard shouted.

    "Oh, sure, as if I'm going to believe some kid," Mayor Marquis Gefroren said in a cold tone. "You're just a junior in college. What do you know about the world? Nothing, that's what. Try again in ten years."

    Rejection coming his way, the young adult's face grew dark. How could he dismiss it so quick? No way, he can't let this go yet. He has plenty of evidence. Opening up the logs, he prepared himself. Surely, this would convince him, right? He even contacted the food and drug administration. That would give him at least a little leverage, right?

    [I told you, sir, I'm adult. And, I've been doing a lot of research! See? Look at this. I even contacted the Food And Drug Administration, and they told me the results are alarming. Something has to be done. Please, if you would be so kind as to allow me to build a bird sanctuary. I promise that I am fully capable of running it! I'm knowledgeable in bird science!] A notebook sheet shouted.

    "Yeah, sure you are, these look fake," Vice Mayor Lang said. "You really expect us to believe you? You hyena chimeras sure are funny."

    [You didn't even read my notes yet! Please, take a look, and you'll see that there's something really dangerous going on in Roswell!] A notebook sheet shouted.

    "Not happening, kid. Why should we read anything? You're not even certified, for one," the mayor asked. "Do you even have a degree in wildlife biology?"

    [Not yet, but, that doesn't matter! This can't wait! Birds are falling left and right!] A notebook sheet shouted.

    "Forget it, kid. We're not approving of this, now get out of my office, you're wasting my time!" the mayor shouted.

    Tossed out immediately, the world burned red. He knew this would happen. Why did he expect anything out of these people in the first place? Forget it, who needs government approval anyway? He'll build that sanctuary whether they want him to or not! Maybe he can convince his brother to help him rent out that land. Forget the mayor, he's a quack anyway.

    Returning home, more of those shady birdseed bags had been waiting for him in the kitchen. Glaring at the label, he knew now more than ever. That new CEO at his brother and his partner's company was definitely behind this. Maybe he ought to give them a little hello at their office and get some answers out of him. Yes, that sounded like a plan. He needs to do that next week, for sure.

    Brother agreeing to help him build the sanctuary in the middle of July, everything was set. Continuing to investigate the CEO, alarm bells were everywhere. He sees, they really were using a new formula in the animal food. And, it even went beyond birds as well! He'll leave that portion to his classmates, though. They knew more about some of this stuff than he did, that's for sure.

    Keeping some of the very few lasting birds in the two birdhouses, the bird enthusiast crossed his fingers as the dooming day would soon arrive. Should he really storm the headquarters like this? Izzet is definitely going to kill him. But, this has to be done. He can't let them hurt any more birds! Faithful day arriving, a dark building was ready to take him alive.

    "I dunno why ya wanted t' come t' headquarters fer," Varg said.

    [I can't tell you, Varg, sorry.] A notebook sheet said.

    "Ya know, yer bein' really secretive lately, is th're sumthin' goin' on?" Varg asked, tone concerned.

    "He's probably overreacting about something, I don't know why you agreed to drive him here in the first place!" Izzet shouted. "Don't waste our gas on him!"

    "It's f'ne ya kn'w he said it was an 'mergency, babe," Varg said to Izzet. "I dunno what dis 'mergency is an' why ya need t' speak t' th' CEO, b't A'll leave ya to it. T'xt us when yer d'ne, kay?"

    Nodding, the hyena sighed. Maybe he should have just walked here instead. But, no, if he did that, he'd look way too tired. Alright, here goes, it's time to take this CEO down. Walking through the doors, he gulped. Ah, man, please, don't let this end in disaster, he's begging. Office door open, he could hear some strange chatter.

    "Yes, everything is going according to plan, and soon, those stupid little rats will be put to shame," a voice said.

    "You really think so?" a high squeaky voice asked.

    Chatter going on for a few minutes, the young adult reached for the tape recorder in his bag. What in the world are these two going off about? He should probably record this. There's a lot of red flags here, that's for sure. Stay focused. Conversation looking about ready to kick off again, he crossed his fingers. Please, don't let him get caught, not yet.

    "That's right, that stupid Ingne family, because of how well their business is doing, they ruined mine!" the deep voice said. "So, I'll ruin their right back. If I just put in a little more ethanol into all the mass produced animal feed, they'll be ran out of town, no, even better, exiled from the animal food industry for life!"

    "Wow, that's uh? I support you, I think," the squeaky voice said.

    "You'd better!" the deep voice said. "If it weren't for them, I'd be a billionaire in food for both pets and wildlife alike! Krysi, we need to ramp up the production of these bags, okay?"

    "Sure, whatever you say, but Hul, sir?" the squeaky voice asked.

    "What?" the man named Hul asked.

    "You know we've been getting various reports about shocking amounts of bird deaths in the past month, right?" The voice was shaking.

    "Okay, and, so?"

    "Don't you think this might be going a little bit too far?" The voice was suspicious.

    "Not at all, in fact, I don't think we're going far enough!" the man Hul shouted. "We have to make sure this company goes out of business!"

    Everything burning through his eardrums, the young adult's heart leapt out of his chest. What did he hear just now? He should have known that new CEO was plotting something like this from the very beginning. That's enough, he's done standing around here, in he goes, three, two, one. Bam, bird savior to the rescue!

    Pathetic looking grey haired goat man with balloons for hands and feet, a fuzzy suit that was washed out, and silver eyes that looked quite dead, the chimera tried to recall. Oh, he remembers this guy now. He was Varg's rival in university, Hul the Balloon Goat man. He should have known something like this would happen. Why did Varg let him become CEO of his company? Short brown haired rat lady with big teal eyes and a suit made for a child looking quite nervous, everything froze. She was Varg's ex, he thinks. He doesn't remember. Didn't she want revenge, or something? They only dated for a month, get over him already.

    "Who are you?!" Hul shouted, floating over his desk. "Wait a second, you're Varg's stupid silent little brother! How did you get here?!"

    [I heard everything you said! I knew you were tampering with the birdseed! How dare you! What did my brother and his partner ever do to you?!] A notepad sheet cried.

    "You know what he did, you stupid hyena!" Hul shouted, pointed. "He opened an animal food business in his garage and it beat mine! Because of him, people stopped coming to my store!"

    [So, you thought it would be a brilliant idea to offer to be the CEO of my brother's company? Man, you're petty.] A notepad sheet said.

    "Petty?! Petty?! Your brother always bested me in everything! He deserves all of this! And, when more people find out their precious pet food is being tampered with, they'll be ruined! They deserve it!" Hul shouted, the screams only continued. "And, besides, who cares about wild birds? They all croak easily anyway! I was doing Roswell a favor!"

    Disgusting words bathing him deep, the bird enthusiast shook his fists. Excuse him, excuse him!? He's doing Roswell a favor? No, no he isn't. How dare he say that! He can't wait for the mayor to hear about this. This time, there's no way he'll reject it after all this evidence was being mounted against him. Rat lady in the corner shaking up a storm, he prepared the final blow.

    "Uh, actually, without birds, the ecosystem is going to collapse, don't you know that?" Krysi asked, shaking.

    "Who asked you?! The world's burning away anyway! I'm doing Roswell a favor!" Hul shouted.

    Line repeated, the hyena's fist shook with a fervor. There he goes again, he's doing Roswell a favor? Absolutely disgusting! How dare he say that. This monster, no, this birderer, he'll pay for this! Who did he think he was? If he lets this continue, more than just birds will be gone! That's it, he's sending this audio file to the mayor right now!

    [How can you say such a horrible thing? You're doing Roswell a favor? I think not! All those poor birds, they were falling out the sky and shaking because of what you did! And, all those people who fed their pets and the wild blue jays birdseed, they all feel guilty and think they did this! You're a birderer, no, you're worse than that, actually! And, I sent an audio clip to the mayor about everything you said. He'll be here shortly to take care of you!] A notebook sheet shouted.

    "You, I knew the Ingnes were a bunch of rats!" Hul shouted. "I'll ruin your brother's business, and I'll ruin you, too, you'll see!"

    [I'm sure the mayor will love to hear that clip, too, so go on, keep screaming, he's right behind me.]
    A notebook sheet said.

    "Hul Luge, you are under arrest for animal cruelty," a police officer said.

    "What?! Officer, you are making a mistake! This kid doctored those audio clips!" Hul shouted.

    Pressing play on the tape recorder, every single thing played back in the machine. Proof in the pudding, the pesky goat balloon man had been cuffed, in an instant. He doctored them, huh? Nice try. Mayor babbling on and on about corporate nonsense he didn't understand, he tried to tune it out. Ah, this part didn't concern him.

    "I got to hand it to you, kid, you really knew what you were talking about," Mayor Gefroren said. "Fine, you can build your little sanctuary, consider it approved."

    [I told you, I'm an adult, sir. But, thank you, you won't regret this, I promise.] A notepad sheet cried.

    "I'll get my revenge, Ingne!" Hul shouted. "You'll see!"

    Goat man hauled away, the hyena sighed. Revenge, huh? Good luck with that. He won't be seeing sunlight again for who knows how long. Brothers soon returning to the office, their jaws dropped open as everything had been revealed out in the open. Izzet locking eyes with him as well, he covered his ears. Please, don't say anything stupid, he's begging.

    "Who woulda thought my yo'nger brother took down sumthin' like this," Varg said. "Good job, Siorc. But, ya know, ya coulda told us 'bout this."

    "You know what, I don't have anything to say about this," Izzet said, sighing. "Good job, bird savior." He then groaned. "Whatever, I'll help you build that bird sanctuary."

    [You won't regret it, I promise.] A notepad said.

    "I kind of already am starting to! So, don't write anything else down!" They groaned again.

    Days passing by quickly, the fated day had arrived. Everyone, including Kali at the building site, the world was colorful once again. Birds slowly returning, nature was healing ever so slowly. Helping with the foundation, a lot of questions had come his way as the first day had reached the halfway point.

    "I still think aliens possessed that goat dude you took down!" Rizo cried.

    "Not this again," Kali said, groaning. "I told you, there's no such things as aliens!"

    "Hmph, you should have stayed in Canada!" Rizo shouted.

    "How did you manage to pull this off, though?" Yanglong asked. "Isn't the city government notorious for shutting every proposal down in seconds?"

    "Yeah, that's what I heard, too," Qiulong said.

    "I told you already, he stopped that CEO and convinced them, isn't that enough of an explanation for you four?" Isamu asked, groaning.

    "Oh, I know! Maybe aliens brainwashed them into saying yes!" Rizo shouted.

    "Do you ever stop talking about aliens?" Kali groaned.

    [I don't know, I guess the mayor changed his mind. And, honestly, it's good he did. The birds of Roswell really need help.] A notepad sheet said.

    "You're right, can't argue with that, honestly," Yanglong said. "Anyway, let's get back to laying down the foundation.

    Continuing on, the hyena held in the urge to sigh in bliss. This bird sanctuary is going to look so great, isn't it? No more birds will ever be in the clutches of the wrong hands ever again. Cracking his knuckles as the construction went on, a wide smile painted the bird enthusiast's face as evening rolled around.

    He going to be Roswell's bird savior.

    No, actually.

    He's already Roswell's bird savior.



    Honestly, this one took a lot longer than I thought it would, but even still, I had fun with this one. It's definitely a lot more serious than the Princess of Animal Rights Protesting. That being said, [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill IngenuityHere is bird savior Siorc. This story is based on a singular drawing I did of Siorc building a birdhouse and a blue jay flying into it. I'm glad I wrote this, not going to lie. Was definitely fun to do. Next week is Hippie Siorc, so that'll be fun.
     
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    A New Age of Chimera Hippiesm


    "Yo, let's get groovy with it, famalam!
    Oh, hello there, sigh. Have

    To introduce myself, I
    Hardly like doing that, though.
    I'm Siorc, the ever
    Silent New Age Hippie.

    I'm a college
    Student, twenty three.

    Studying environmental engineering, isn't that like, super groovy?
    Okay, I'm also a hyena chimera,

    Guess what? I gotta
    Ride, too! My very
    Own, used Volkswagen. Bought it in some junkyard
    Over in the
    Very secret corners in the chimera district of southern California!
    Yup, California, where Hippie culture was most prominent!

    Now, I moved here
    At around the age of ten all the way from the United Kingdom. But, unfortunately,
    Mother passed away when I was
    Err, I think I was
    Seventeen. When

    She was researching history. She got caught
    In a forest fire.
    One of the
    Reasons I became a new age hippie is to
    Combat these forest fires. But,

    I guess I
    Might as well talk about

    What led me to this in the first place. I
    Have some chimera friends in college,
    And they wanted
    To go to the counterculture museum

    In San Fran over the weekend,
    Saw the Hippie exhibit and we all decided, wow, that's so

    Cool, man.
    And, we found out there's a
    Large New Age Hippie movement, which
    Lead us to joining it.
    Everyone is so nice, man. We
    Decided to clean

    All the parks and intend to be done by the end of vacation. Right

    Now, this vacation is, well, it's
    Extended, man,
    What can I say?

    At the moment, I'm living in my Volkswagen. It's
    Gigantic after all. My friends
    End up sleeping

    Here with me sometimes,
    It's super groovy, you know?
    Pretty much every morning, we
    Pick a place to clean up, and
    If I'm being
    Especially honest for

    A second, people
    Seriously need to stop littering

    And such, man.

    Can't believe
    How many people pollute mother nature! Actually,
    I can, and we
    Might need to ramp up our
    Efforts very soon.
    Recycling
    Ain't enough anymore. We might need to

    Protest soon. At present,
    Recycling is the first step
    Of many, but
    That's not
    Enough. In any
    Case, they're bringing back Woodstock, man!
    They decided
    It'll take place in Yosemite, though,
    Not New York.
    Guess something conflicted,

    Not sure what, I'd have gone
    All the way cross country
    To go to Woodstock Reborn in New York, but
    Ugh, nope organizers
    Refuse to budge
    Even a little. So,

    I guess I'll
    Settle for the one in Yosemite.

    Maybe they'll extend outside of
    Yosemite someday, but it's

    Not likely,
    Ugh oh well,
    Might as well enjoy it!
    But, man let me address the
    Elephant in the
    Room real quick,

    Okay? I have one obstacle,
    No, two.
    Err, two obstacles, let's

    Go with that.
    One, my older sister, who's
    Always acting
    Like

    I'm making super bad decisions, which I'm
    Not, man! And, two, forest fires

    Might break out in
    Yosemite. You know,

    Like, wild fires
    In Cali are high right now. Especially in the human areas. I
    Feel like they
    End up

    Ravaging the secret chimera district
    Inside of Orange county where I live too.
    Guess it's to be expected,
    Humans don't care all
    That much about

    Nature, and that's
    Obviously
    Why I became a New Age Hippie, man. For nature."


    It had been a bright and beautiful breezy day in the secret chimera sector within Orange county California. Or, so that's what it would seem to the people not looking. The beaches were full of disgusting litter, the forests and parks were filled to the brim with trash and pollution. The human area as well had been a disgusting sight to behold. But, to a regular person, none of that mattered. However, to a New Aged Hippie hyena chimera, such needed to be corrected.

    Groovy man, groovy, time to go clean up the world, sis.

    A short, young adult feminine appearing twenty three year old college student yawned as the alarm on the phone went off. Long, dark purple hair that went down to the waist nearly crushed by the elbow, the hyena let out a groan. Slept on the hair again, goodness gracious. Forgot to put in a scrunchie again. Ah, nah, wait, left those all at the house. Never mind that.

    Phone vibrating up a storm, the chimera let out a yawn. What was on the schedule today? The hippie forgot. Well, the friends would give a reminder in the group chat, probably, they always did. Opening up the shades on the windows, a view to behold caught the young adult's attention for a brief moment.

    Smoke off in the distance of the camper window, the hippie folded the currently human hands into a fist. Yet again, somewhere in California was on fire. Why isn't anyone doing anything about this? Someone, or something has been burning the trees, how dare they! It's the middle of summer right now, ugh. Does no one care?

    Beach off in the distance filled with disgusting garbage as well, the chimera grumbled. As usual, people were littering, how deplorable. But, such thoughts were interrupted as the phone vibrated up a storm. Gosh, the group chat sure was popping this morning, better check it before picking the friends up on the road. Opening up the unread notification, everything flew on the screen at once.

    [Super Duper Groovy New Wave Hippie Group Cat!]

    {Eydis}
    <Morning, ya'll! Sup? What's on the agenda today? We gotta week or two till Woodstock, so till then we gotta do our part and keep the world clean!>

    {Liath}
    <Obviously, I know that, but in order to get to places, Siorc has to pick us all up. He's the one who owns the camper, not us.>

    {Marble}
    <I wish I had a camper so Siorc didn't have to drive us everywhere, man.>

    {Oluchi}
    <No, no, carpooling is, like, more environmentally friendly, you know? Less fossil fuels burning, and like, less air pollution. We all decided together one of us would run the camper, remember?>

    {Marble}
    <Sorry, famalam, may have been on that bud brownies while you said that.>

    {Oluchi}
    <Girl, I thought you were laying off of that.>

    {Marble}
    <A girl wants what a girl wants. So, what if I forgot that we all agreed one chimera amongst our group would be the one with the Volkswagen? Anyway, hi everyone else. Groovy morning, isn't it?>

    {Niquel}
    <No, it is not a groovy morning at all! Have you seen the trash in both the human world and our secret little sector? It's disgusting! And, not to mention, I saw a fire coming from here north again! I bet it was in San Diego above us!

    {Yuzi}
    <Niquel, first of all, San Diego is south. Los Angeles is north of us. And, yeah, man, lotsa fires there lately. I sometimes think about just going back to Japan, man, you know? Bet there's no fire outbreaks there!>

    {Eydis}
    <No! Yuzi, you can't leave us, man! You're like, the glue that holds us together!>

    {Liath}
    <Is he, though?>

    {Marble}
    <I think we'd be fine without him for a day. And then we'd fall apart, man. Totally, fall apart without any idea where to go next to clean up the world of all its garbage.>

    {Oluchi}
    <I'm sure Siorc would know where to take us, though.>

    {Niquel}
    <Yeah, probably. He always knows where to go, doesn't he have like a pollution itinerary or something?>

    {Yuzi}
    <I can't believe it, you're all writing me off already? How could you. I'm hurt, wounded, even. I was joking, fam. I'd never go back to Japan. Without me, none of you would have joined the New Hippie Movement.>

    {Eydis}
    <Hehe, yah, probz not. I gotta admit, he's totes right 'bout that.>

    {Liath}
    <Is he though?>

    {Marble}
    <Yeah, famalam, is he, though?>

    {Oluchi}
    <I would have joined the Bottle Cap Squad at college if it weren't for Yuzi!}

    {Niquel}
    <Same. But, dunno, sure I would have found out about the New Hippie Movement without him, ya know? So, do we really need Yuzi?}

    {Eydis}
    <When yah put if that way? Maybe not!>

    {Liath}
    <I didn't need external help to join this movement.>

    {Yuzi}
    <Woah, hey, hey! Throw me a bone here, fam! I can't believe you're tossing me aside like this!>

    [Siorc is typing...]

    {Yuzi}
    <Yo, Siorc, (wo)man, back me up here! Fam's saying if I went back to Japan, they would be fine without me! And, they sayin' like, they would have found the New Hippie Movement without me! They're so wrong, right? And, like, I was joking! Totally joking! Ya know, I'd never leave you, fam!>

    [Multiple people are typing...]

    {Eydis}
    <Siorc's online? Man, sis, what took ya so long to open up Greencord, huh? Did you fall asleep on the ground of the camper again? C'mon, where's that sleeping bag I bought ya?>

    {Liath}
    <He probably forgot to roll it out again, I bet.>

    {Marble}
    <You think so?>

    {Liath}
    <I know so.>

    {Oluchi}
    <Oh, my gosh, I bet he's got war scars all over his back! That's totally not groovy, sis!>

    {Niquel}
    <Could ya'll stop typing so fast so Siorc can read?! Jeez.>

    {Siorc}
    <Good morning, everyone. No, I didn't sleep on the floor again, I have a bed in here, I'll have you know! And, an installed shower and bathroom. But, anyway, what's up, famalam? Picking you all up, so let's discuss. Where should we go pick up trash today?>

    [Eydis is typing...]

    {Eydis}
    <Like, that depends, yah know. Where did you park the Volkswagen this time?>

    {Siorc}
    <I'm by the chimera section of the Huntington Beach at the moment.>

    {Eydis}
    <Oh, riight, they built a camping site there. Totes forgot that, sis. Why don't we go to the park in Los Angeles and clean up today, then? After all, if we want the Woodstock staff to notice us, we gotta clean up some parks!>

    {Liath}
    <I thought were weren't going to perform on the open mic?>

    {Eydis}
    <When did we agree to that?>

    {Liath}
    <First of all, Marble eats way too many special brownies, and second, we all know we can't write good poetry to make anyone clap. So, we decided we're not going to perform before the show starts.>

    {Marble}
    <I told you, man, whether you want me to or not, I'm going up there!>

    {Oluchi}
    <Wait.>

    {Liath}
    <If this is about you playing the drums before the opening show? The answer is no, you know your poems are absolutely trash and all the others will throw mud at you.>

    {Oluchi}
    <I wasn't going to bring up Woodstock Reborn, sheesh! I was just thinking, should we go cleaning up litter in Los Angeles today? Heard there's like lotsa smoke and tonsa fire there again.>

    {Niquel}
    <More of a reason to go there and clean up the trash! I bet people forgot to put out their cigarettes again! Can you believe it? The nerve of the humans and chimeras! I say we should go to Los Angeles!>

    {Yuzi}
    <I don't oppose going to one of the smaller parks in Los Angeles. Can we go to the smaller ones for now? Do any of you even have a national park pass?>

    {Eydis}
    <'Course I do! First thing I did when moving out here!>

    {Liath}
    <It's somewhere.>

    {Marble}
    <I don't remember.>

    {Oluchi}
    <You don't remember anything, Marble! It's because you eat too many of those brownies!>

    {Marble}
    <That's not why man, come on.>

    {Niquel}
    <I don't know, maybe?>

    {Yuzi}
    <Maybe may as well be no.>

    {Siorc}
    <Don't worry about needing a National Parks pass, only one of us needs one on hand at any given time. But, I'm fine with going to a smaller park to clean up today. And, if you all want, you can sleep in the van tonight and we can clean up the beach I'm crashing near the next day? How many days until Woodstock Reborn?>

    {Eydis}
    <Ten days, hehe.>

    {Liath}
    <He he, he said.>

    {Marble}
    <He, he, he said.>

    {Oluchi>
    <He he, he said.>

    {Niquel}
    <Come on, can all of you stop parroting each other?>

    {Yuzi}
    <I mean, sure, I don't mind sleeping in the van. You got like seven beds in there, right?>

    {Siorc}
    <Ten.>

    {Yuzi}
    <How did you score such a sweet ride, (wo)man?>

    {Siorc}
    <Found it through an Environmental Marketplace for pretty cheap. In any case, I'm going to pick everyone up now after I go to the powder room, famalam. React to this with a checkmark emoji if you wanna crash in the camper tonight.>

    {Liath}
    <Drive safe.>


    Putting the phone down, the hippie sprinted off towards the camper restroom for a moment. Quick spritzing, that nasty smoky scent caught his attention again. Ah, great, another fire broke out somewhere. He can't believe this. Someone's got to do something about this! Woodstock was coming in just ten days, man, ten days. Maybe he ought to get something done about it with his own two hands instead.

    Dark orange knee length dress with spaghetti straps and flowers all over it soon over him, peace symbol earrings had been clicked into place. Flower headband soon put in, a matching necklace was soon dangling over his chest. Mismatched purple and green eyes soon adorning mascara, he nibbled on some toast. Okay, it's time to hit the road!

    Smoky skies about ready to eat him alive, the hippie tried to pay attention to the road. He swears that there's been more and more ashy skies than ever lately. But, such was life in California. Every single day, someplace, somewhere, someone forgot to put out their cigarettes! Pesky humans. That was not very groovy of them at all, that's for sure. Pressing the brakes, the red light almost blinked.

    Reaching the first house, the young adult reached for the recycled paper notepad. Honking the horn twice, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Eydis sometimes takes around twenty minutes to come out the door. Maybe he could blow some bubbles while he waits. Hmm, nah. He's out of bubble soap, never mind! Door soon opening, a yawn took the stage.

    "Mornin', sis, yah came for me first, huh?" Eydis asked, yawning. "I'm takin' shotgun!"

    Seating himself in the seat next to him had been a short, young adult guy with spiky red hair slightly slicked back with an obnoxious amount of hair gel. Rectangular hairpins holding down his top bangs, he adorned a tye dye vest and extremely baggy pants. Super long painted fingernails as well, held back the urge to shake his head. How does he hold the sticks to pick up litter with those? He forgot he's going for the world record of the longest nails for a feline chimera. What chimera type was he again? Oh, right, lynx. He's always hiding in human form, so he forgot. Scribbling away, he yawned.

    {I always pick you up first. Where's Liath staying right now?} A handwritten note using recycled paper asked.

    "Uh, think it's stayin' at the motel near my folk's place," Eydis said. "Lemme ask it." He then spoke into his phone mic. "Hey, Groovy, call Liath." Robotic voice yelling out loud, he drummed his fingernails. "Hey, Li, where yah stayin' at right now? Oh, that super scary Route Y Motel? Kay. That's near my place, Siorc'll get yah in a sec." Click. "It's at Route Y Motel. Ya know, the one like, two mins from here?"

    {Alright, let's go, then.} A handwritten note using recycled paper said.

    "Kaay! Ya got any bananas left in the mini fridge?" A giggle.

    {They're all yours. I don't eat them anyway.} A handwritten note using recycled paper said.

    "Aww, sweet, hehe, come to papa!" Another giggle.

    Eydis reaching for the mini fridge with his nails, the chimera started up the camper once again. It must have been super convenient to have such long claws like that. Maybe he could try and grow out his. But, nah, his hands transform to paws way too much for that, so forget it. Reaching the motel rather quickly, the horn had been honked twice once more.

    "Did you have to honk twice?" Liath groaned.

    "C'mon ya know this motel is super abandoned, Li," Eydis said, giggling. "Why ya crash at abandoned motels all the time anyway?"

    "I feel like it." Such was said in a deadpan tone.

    Sitting in the second seat in the corner had been a short, androgynous appearing individual with very short indigo hair that barely went below the neck. Very small portion pulled into the tiniest pigtails imaginable, it had crocodile eyes instead of human ones. Wearing nothing but baggy clothes, its hands had been scorpion pinchers at the moment.

    {Good morning, Liath.} A handwritten note using recycled paper said.

    "Morning," Liath responded. "Pick up Marble next. She's crashing at the camp five minutes from here."

    {Again, huh? Her mother kick her out again this week?} A handwritten note using recycled paper asked.

    "Yup," Liath responded, nodding. "Where's the pineapple juice?"

    {In the mini fridge.} A handwritten note using recycled paper said.

    "I'm taking it." It stood up from the seat as it said such.

    {Make sure you don't spill it on the seats.} A handwritten note using recycled paper said.

    "What do you take me for?" Deadpan.

    {You've spilled it before and I spent two hours cleaning that seat!} A handwritten note using recycled paper exclaimed.

    "Not my fault Marble threw out the coasters by accident," Liath said between sips.

    Driving to the camping area, the young adult let out a groan. There Marble goes, stumbling around again. How did she manage to make it to twenty years old with all those special brownies she was always eating? He had no idea, honestly, she probably got lucky, maybe. Probably, if he had to guess.

    "I'm heeeeeeere!" Marble sang.

    "Lord, she ate them special brownies again, didn't she?" Eydis asked. "How many did you pop before we got here this time?"

    "I bet she had ten," Liath said, shaking its head.

    "Aww, come on, I only had like three today!" Marble said, giggling.

    "Three or three boxes of them?" Liath asked, eyes closed.

    "Just three, I swear! Hehe!" There was a very long delay between words there for a moment.

    Stumbling into the camper had been a young adult dark skinned woman with strawberry red hair pulled into a high ponytail. Pitch black frog eyes looking a little cloudy, the hippie sighed. Sure, she had only three. More like, a whole box. How many times did he have to ask her to lay off of those bud brownies? Will Marble even be able to help clean up today like this?

    {Marble, please lay off the special brownies in the morning, we're cleaning the park today.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Aww, come on, famalam, I only had three!" Marble said, giggling as she sat down. "I'll be totes fine."

    {If you say so. Where are Oluchi and Niquel crashing right now?} A handwritten note on recycled paper asked.

    "Dunno, I forgot," Marble said, shaking her head.

    "This is why we've told you so many times now to lay off on those brownies," Liath said, palm slapped across its forehead. "They're staying at the guesthouse seven minutes from here. You're going to have to honk three times for them, I bet. Oluchi's probably still making herself look cute or whatever."

    {I bet. Well, that's fine, it's only eight. Marble, buckle up, please.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Do I like, gotta?" Marble asked.

    {Yes, do it now.} A written note on recycled paper said.

    "Okay, okay, sheesh!" Marble cried. Click. "There, buckled up!"

    Heading north on the road, the smoky skies only got worse, growling under his breath, the young adult tried to focus. Oh, look at that, there was yet another fire somewhere, lovely! Can't someone do something about this? No? Ugh, stupid humans. The fact they had to live right beside them is so annoying. Reaching the guesthouse he honked thrice. One extra for good measure will do. Door opening, he could soon feel the complaints coming.

    "Like, did you have to honk four times? I'm already done looking cute for today!" Oluchi cried.

    "You weren't, though," Niquel said.

    "I was, okay? I totally was!" Oluchi shouted.

    Groaning rather loud had been a short young dark skinned adult jackal woman with light blue hair tied into two side pigtails that were filled to the brim with split ends. Bright orange eyes as hot as the sun, for whatever reason, she was in her pilot costume again. Why does Oluchi wear that almost every day? He had no idea, to be honest. But, she liked what she liked.

    Seating herself in the seat next to Liath had been a short young adult fae woman with dark brown hair that barely reached below her ears in a bowl cut. Singular silver wing on her left shoulder, her scorpion pinchers were absent for some reason. Wearing a t-shirt with the recycle symbol on it, she had alligator eyes as well. He never understood why Liath and she lived separately. Weren't they cousins? Maybe it was because she was practically married to Oluchi, or something. He never cared to ask.

    {Good morning, Oluchi, Niquel. Did you bring the equipment?} A handwritten note on recycled paper asked.

    "Yeah," Niquel said, slamming it down on the ground. "Got the trash buckets and bags, too."

    "And, I got extra pointy sticks!" Oluchi cried.

    {Great. Where's Yuzi staying at the moment again?} A written note on recycled paper asked.

    "He's in his apartment again," Niquel said.

    {I thought he was cancelling the lease and moving into the dorms after summer ended?} A written note on recycled paper asked.

    "I mean, maybe?" Oluchi responded. "Dunno, to be honie." She sit crisscross on the seat as she said such. "His apartment is like, two minutes from here, though, so we good."

    {Please don't sit like that on the seats!} A written note on recycled paper said.

    "Fine," Oluchi said, sighing. Click. "Kay, I'm buckled in, let's go!"

    Moving forward, the young adult put on the radio. Blasting that super famous beat band from the sixties, he tried to not bop his head. This was a good one, Yellow Submarine! Why didn't Liath introduce this to him earlier? Well, he supposed mother had told him about this group when they still lived in the United Kingdom. But, that was so long ago. Reaching the apartment, he rose the volume to maximum as the door opened.

    "Yellow Submarine this early in the morning, really?" Yuzi asked.

    {It's the only song that gets you out of your pad!} A handwritten note on recycled paper cried.

    "My neighbors are going to complain again if it's too loud, can you please lower it, Siorc?!" There was frantic tone in his voice.

    Waving his hands dramatically in the air had been a tall young adult rabbit man with long dark green hair pulled into a bunned braid. Wearing a tye dye frog button shirt and pants with a peace and love symbol on it, his eyes had been covered with sunglasses as usual. Good thing he's the one who's driving. There's no way he could see with those things on. At least, that's what he thinks, anyway.

    Lowering the volume of the radio, the hyena stood up from the driver's seat for a moment. Time for a quick stretch! How far was Los Angeles from here? Forty minutes, if he had to guess. When was the last time he cleaned the parks there? Hmm, three months ago? Yeah. Man, like, that was super long ago now. Or, maybe time was moving too fast? Who knows. Summer always feels like, forever. Or something.

    "So, we're going to the small park in Los Angeles in the human section, right?" Yuzi asked.

    {Yes. Give me a second, I'm going to grab some lemonade.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Alright, how does cleaning for around eight hours sound?" Yuzi asked.

    {Cool with me. Then I'm going back to the beach. You're all sleeping here tonight, right?} A written note on recycled paper asked.

    "Yup," Eydis said, giggling.

    "Yeah, probably," Liath responded.

    "Mhm," Marble said giggling.

    "I don't see why not," Oluchi said, shrugging. "We're cleaning the parks every day for the next nine days before Woodstock, right?"

    "Yeah, probs, and beaches, too," Niquel said. "We gonna go all around Cali for that?"

    "We probably should, you never know, we might run into the Woodstock Reborn crew!"

    "Woo hoo! Maybe they'll let me sing my poems on stage!" Marble giggled.

    "No," Liath said, shaking its head. "Don't even think about it!"

    "Boo, fun police, like, I haven't even had that many brownies today, like, come on!" Marble pouted.

    Finishing his lemonade, the chimera seated himself back in the drivers seat. Here goes, time to head to the park. How did he get there again? Ah, right, through the parkway. He really needed to head to Los Angeles more often. Heading north, he put back on the legendary playlist. Yellow Submarine dancing through the speakers, everyone had begun to sing along as usual.

    Smoky skies reaching their peak as the sign, You Are Now in Los Angeles caught his attention in the rearview mirror, the young adult grit his teeth once more. Oh, there was definitely a fire here somewhere. Pesky humans. But, no, no, good vibes, good vibes man. Can't let himself get angry. Peace and love, peace and love, that's the way to go.

    Off the highway in about forty minutes, the hippie kept his eyes open. Sign pointing to the park on the left, he turned. Alright, almost there, the entrance is close. Heading to the camper parking lot, he brushed his hands together. Finally, they've all made it once again! Hello there, Los Angeles. Did they miss him? He's here to clean up their filthy littered parks!

    "Los Angeles is like, covered in smoke again, dang," Marble said, sighing. "We gotta like, find those lousy cigarettes forest fire losers and like, talk to them, man."

    "We could, but, they're always on the move, you know?" Eydis responded. "Hehe, whatever, let's get cleaning! This park is soo gross, yah know?" Reaching for the equipment from afar, he let out another giggle. "You guys wanna clean together, or split up into groups?" He then reached for his back pocket. "Let's pick straws from a cup!"

    "I'm going with babe," Oluchi said. "I'm not voting!"

    "Sorry, spoken for, fam," Niquel responded.

    "I'll go with Eydis since knowing him, he'll probably accidentally stab someone with his nails," Liath said in a matter of fact tone.

    "Aww, come on, I ain't gonna do that!" Eydis shouted. "But, guess I'm spoken for, too!"

    "I'll clean alone," Marble said, giggling.

    "No, you won't, you're coming with Siorc and I. We cannot trust you to go alone, you're stumbling again!" Yuzi cried.

    "Whoopsie, fine, I'll clean with you two, hehe." She could barely reach for the equipment as she said such.

    {Alright, then, we'll clear near the pond, you fine with that, you two?} A handwritten note on recycled paper asked.

    "Yeah, fine with me, let's go," Yuzi responded.

    Everyone splitting off, the chimera's pointy stick was ready. He bets this entire park was covered in trash like last time! Why can't humans just clean up after themselves? Honestly, he had no idea. But, oh well, whatever, more for him to clean up! He was fine with that. He was cleaning up the world, man, that was like, totally super amazing, and stuff.

    Reaching the area near the pond, an absolutely disgusting sight had been upon the hippie. Ah, gross, there was litter everywhere. Cigarette butts, and, not to mention trash floating in the water! Look at the fish, man, flopping around! Totally not cool. Taking out the net, he dropped down onto his knees. He knows what he's going to get rid of first today.

    "So many chip bags in the water again," Yuzi said, sighing. "Can you believe it, man?"

    "I can't," Marble said. "What happened to leaving without a trace?" Marble asked.

    "Don't know, woman, humans are so messy," Yuzi said between trash pickups. "Always leaving their cigarette butts on the ground. Help me gather those. And, try not to fall again!"

    "Kaaay." She wobbled anyway.

    Hundreds upon hundreds of chip bags scooped up, the young adult plopped them into a big black trash bag and placed it into a large recyclable tote. These poor fishies, man, they were like, totally dying. People really ought to stop tossing their trash in here. There were signs everywhere. But, did people listen? No, of course they didn't.

    Moving off towards the next side of the pond, something even worse soon awaited. Ugh, here come the plastic bottles. Those were everywhere, too! They were reusable! Humans should, like, totally switch to thermoses or something. They were safer for the environment. Each and every one scooped up, the fishies flopping over the water burned into his partially human brain once more.

    Finally reaching the end of the pond after three hours, two entire bags full of trash had soon been filled. Where was the dumpster again? Oh, right, it was all the way on the other side of the park. Guess he'll go there at the end of this cleaning session. Returning to the start of the pond, Marble looked ready to fall asleep, as usual.

    "Come on, Marble, get it together, woman," Yuzi said in a slightly annoyed one.

    "I'm awake, man, I'm awake," Marble said, giggling.

    "So, tell me, how many brownies did you really have this morning?" Yuzi asked, eyebrow rose.

    "Only three, I swear!" She wobbled again.

    "Sure, Marble, sure," Yuzi responded with a headshake. "Kay, well, this section is done. I say we go clean up the picnic area next."

    {Sounds good to me, let's go. I hear no one ever cleans that place up!} A handwritten note on recycled paper exclaimed.

    "Good. And, how about we take the filled garbage cans and switch out the bags?" Marble asked, wobbling.

    {Niquel and Oluchi are doing that, no need.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Oops, forgot!" She wobbled yet again.

    Moving onwards towards the picnic area, an astonishing sight to behold caught the hippie's eyes. What is this disaster area? That New Age Hippie Forum of Western United States was not kidding when they said that most of the California picnic areas in parks were devastating. This is such a pigsty man, well, it's time to get cleaning!

    Wiping down the picnic tables thoroughly, the chimera swore he could see rats underneath the tables. These places sure were unmaintained, alright. These rats like, needed a nice home, but not here. Oh, well, focus on that later and finish wiping down the sitting areas. Everything shiny as a whistle after about two hours, he prepared himself to take out the trash.

    Junk and trash tossed out taking an extra hour, the next order of business was upon the group of three. Maybe they should spray down the playing area and make it nice and clean. There was almost no one at this park today, most certainly not kids. Maybe they were all shipped off to summer school or something. He had heard rumors that the test averages were super low again in grades K to Six. Man, that's super damaging. America is the sticks.

    Final hour soon arriving, everything had been tossed in the dumpster. Everyone convening by the camper, the young adult let out a yawn. What a fulfilling day. The park was squeaky clean! Maybe he should open up a sanitation business when he gets his degree. But, no, no, not yet, gotta enjoy being a free spirit and stuff.

    "What a productive day, hehe!" Eydis cried. "Let's fire up some plant made sausages before we go!"

    "Where do you keep the grill?" Liath asked.

    {It's in the bottom drawer.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "And the sausages?" Oluchi asked.

    "They're in the fridge, you know where they are," Niquel said, yawning.

    "I wasn't asking you!" Oluchi groaned.

    "Plant based sausages, hehe, yummy," Marble sang.

    "How is she still buzzed?" Yuzi asked, sighing.

    "You know those brownies take forever to leave the system, or whatever." Liath shook its head.

    "Aww, come on, they don't take that long!" Marble sang.

    Plugging in the little barbeque, the plant based sausages were grilled to oblivion. But, as he did such, a group of three strangers had slowly approached. Nearly dropping the equipment, the young adult did a double take. Wait a second, hold on, it's the Woodstock Reborn organizers! What are they doing here at a place like this?

    Strutting towards the mini barbeque had been a short, young adult penguin man with short, straight curly golden blond hair that went down to about the bottom of his neck. Penguin crests looking like fire, their orange eyes had been about the same. Strange looking rainbow shirt with a smiley face with a tongue stick out and two x eyes, he tried to remember his name on the message board. Woah, it's Earl, in the flesh. Is he dreaming? Pinching himself, he hissed. Oh, he's awake, wowie. Haha, he's cuter in person than online.

    Walking next to them had been a short tan young woman with her hair in high pigtails. Adorning a light purple headband, she had pitch black lizard eyes. Lacy dress quite different from everyone else, he tried to recall her name on the hippie message board as well. Her name was Cordon, he believed? Yes, that was it, he thinks. Maybe.

    Looking ready to fall asleep at high speed had been a rather short otter guy with white spiky hair and blue streaks aplenty. Adorning a shell necklace, he had furry brown paws. Wearing a turtle patterned frog button shirt, he had huge, round blue eyes that almost looked like doll eyes for some reason. His name was? Linggui? Well, on the forums, he always told people call him Lin. He'll go with Lin.

    "Hey, hey, hey, so you peeps were cleaning the park here, too?" Earl asked.

    "Woah, it's the leader of the Woodstock Reborn festival!" Marble said, wobbling. "Hi, hello, so nice to meet you!"

    "Yup, name's Earl. Didn't think there were New Age Hippies 'round Los Angeles!" Earl greeted. "This is Cordon, and this is Linggui."

    "We live in Orange County, actually." Liath corrected.

    "Oh, you do now, huh?" Cordon asked. "I see. So, ya'll coming to Woodstock Reborn in ten days, right?"

    "Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Eydis cried.

    "Yeah, we are like, totally coming, so where's it taking place?" Yuzi asked.

    "Yosemite park. Sorry, fam, we couldn't book New York," Linggui said. "I was like, bummer, man, we were really hopin' to go cross country, ya know?"

    "Kinda lame if you ask me, but ain't no way we gettin' on a plane, they'd kick us off 'cause of Marble," Niquel said, sighing.

    "Yeah, she uh, you know, she eating them special brownies, if you know what I mean," Oluchi whispered.

    "Come on, guys! Throw me a bone here!" Marble cried.

    "No," Yuzi said, shaking his head.

    Yosemite mentioned, the young adult's cheeks burned as he ate the plant based sausages too quickly. Woah, Yosemite? That's a five hour drive from here! Did he have enough gas for that? Well, maybe if he stayed and cleaned local for the next week or so, it'd be fine. At least it wasn't out in New York, that would have taken days to get there! Not that he cared, summer vacation isn't over for a month or so anyway.

    {Glad to meet you, we'll definitely be there. Want some plant sausages before we hit the road?} A handwritten note on recycled paper asked.

    "Wow, you're using recycled paper, you're super cool," Earl said. "Sure, we'll take some!" Putting some on a plate, they munched away. "Yum, delish."

    Penguin person complimenting his cooking, the hippie was over the moon. Wow was he like, dreaming right now? Tell him he wasn't still dreaming! Pinching himself, he hissed. Wowie, he's awake, amazing. Woodstock Reborn crew soon parting ways with him, he packed up the barbeque. Everyone returning to the camper, after about an hour, the beach was reached once more.

    Cleaning up local for the next five days, everything was going totally smoothly. That was, until, a pesky set of texts had come the hippie's way. Gross ones, the worst, most terrible ones he could ever imagine. Ones he wanted to poke a needle through his phone screen over. The one, the only, the most dreaded things in existence.

    {Coiote}
    <Siorc, I'm coming over in two days. Please, don't drive away again, okay?>
    Read

    {Coiote}
    <Even if you don't answer these, I know you're staying at the beach, so I'm coming over, kay? See you in two days!>
    Read.


    Ugh.

    Pesky kin's name popping up in his notifications, the hyena groaned loud enough for his friends to hear. He can't believe it, she's coming. He thought he told her when he moved into the camper to leave him alone! She'll never understand anything he's doing. How old was she again, thirty two? Yeah. He believed so. He's not giving her an answer, so prepare to be left on read. Continuing to clean local, the forty eight hours passed.

    She was coming.

    Today.

    Adorning a green spaghetti strapped dress with a patchy floor length skirt of many different colors, the hyena dreaded every single moment as he could hear those gross footsteps. Here she comes, Coiote, the literal devil. He should have told her to go fight the forest fires, or something. The skies are still smoky after all! Please, go away, turn around. He does not have time for this nonsense, Woodstock Reborn is in almost two days!

    Coming towards the camper with eyebrows furrowed had been a short adult hyena chimera woman in her early thirties with light purple hair that was extra frizzed and curly brushing against the left side of her body. Locks reaching about her higher backside, her eyes were the same color as her hair. Wearing old fashioned polka dot floor length dress and open toed sandals, he looked away. Coiote, go away, she's killing the vibe.

    Sister looking at his camper placing the back of her palm on her forehead, the young adult groaned. Please, do not pretend to faint, he's begging. It was so annoying whenever she did that! She's already killing the vibe, like, go. She was over thirty, she shouldn't even be here, man. Well, he supposed there were some over thirty hippies in this new wave, but not ones that looked like her. Leave.

    Eyes soon on his dress as well, he tried to remain calm. Please, just. Quit sizing him up. Why she gotta look at every nook and cranny? She expect him to wear a suit and tie? No way, man, let him live the free life in dresses. Oh, lord, here it comes, she's putting her hands into a praying position. Don't she dare say the lines. Oh, no, she's about to say the line. Not cool, fam.

    "Dear mother in heaven, my brother and your son has become a hippie, and a girl!" Coiote cried, hands clapped together. "Okay, I don't care about that last part, he's always been super feminine and stuff, but, a hippie! A hippie! He's gone back to nineteen sixty nine!" Her eyes wandered as she said such. "He has a blue Volkswagen with tye dye decals everywhere. I think maybe he stole it from a junkyard, or something?" She gasped as she said such, dramatically. "Please, if you can hear me up there, make sure it rains so Woodstock is cancelled!"

    A million wrong assumptions coming his way, the hyena tried to keep his cool. He knew she'd react this way. This is exactly why he bought this volks! Man, she's such a vibe killer, he swears to god. First of all, he doesn't steal, he paid for this thing legally. And, second, why did she mention that second part? She disapproved, definitely. Let him be his feminine self, thanks.

    {This is why I told you last time not to come, man. I didn't steal the volks, I bought it from a marketplace. You're killing the vibe, fam.} A written note on recycled paper said.

    "Lord, he's even using recycled paper!" Coiote cried. "And, are your eyes red? Are you?!" She then clapped her hands together. "Oh, mother in heaven, I think my brother is super buzzed right now! Please, if you can hear me, save him!"

    Further accusations coming his way, the hyena tried to keep his cool. Like, what? He never touched anything a day in his life! He just didn't sleep last night because someone kept him awake by making his phone go off all night! If she's going to say all this nonsense again, he's going to move to Washington and join their Hippie scene instead! Eydis was talking about it recently, after all.

    {First of all, my eyes are red because you kept spamming my phone all night with messages. And, like, what's the problem with using recycled paper, man? I'm doing the environment a favor. Also, Woodstock won't be cancelled over a little rain, quit making stuff up. Sigh.} A written note on recycled paper said.

    "Famalam, what's wrong?" Marble asked, wobbling.

    "I knew it! Look at her eyes, they're like, super red!" Coiote cried. "Have you fallen with a bad crowd?"

    "Woah, it's Siorc super annoying sister!" Marble cried. "I assure you, ma'am, Siorc doesn't do any of that stuff. Hehe, just me."

    "Why are you talking to her? She's over thirty, don't trust her," Liath said.

    "Well, she's here, so." She wobbled again.

    "Ugh, the vibe killer's here!" Eydis cried. "Listen, lady, I told you last time if yah bother us again, we're moving to Washington!"

    "No, you said that," Oluchi said, groaning.

    "We did not say that, I told you we are not going to Washington. Seattle's like, always raining?" Niquel said, groaning.

    "What's all the commotion?" Yuzi asked.

    "Buzzkill's here." Eydis's long nails were about to go over her head as he said such.

    "Oh," Yuzi responded sighing. "Listen, ma'am, you can take your prayers elsewhere because we never, ever do what you assume we do. And, you know why your brother chose this lifestyle, he's told you so many times now."

    Sister's eyes wandering, the hyena slapped his palm across his face. Or, maybe she forgot again, like always. Please, stop coming to his camping spots. He's told her a million times! Let him be free. This is exactly why he bought this camper in the first place! Ugh, quit acting like she forgot, seriously, he swears.

    "I know, but, I still can't believe it!" Coiote cried. "Please, don't go to Woodstock Reborn! I hear they, you know. They'll offer you special candies! Ah, mother, how do I save my brother from Hippieism? He can still do the girl stuff, I don't care, but please, come down from heaven and turn him back to normal!"

    Prayers continuing, the hippie's eyebrows twitched. He swears if she prays to mother one more time, he's going to pummel her! Ah, no, no, that is not the hippie way! Come on, Siorc, solve this without violence. Also, stop mentioning the girl stuff. Was she for it, or against it? He couldn't tell. Whatever, here goes. Time to give her a nice chewing.

    {My lord, this is exactly why I left. Let me be a free bird, man. And, if they offer me special candies, or whatever, I'm not going to accept them. You think just because I am the way I am, I'm easy to sway? Well, I'm not. I'm going to Woodstock Reborn, and that's final. And, also, there's nothing to save. Could you quit that? And, I know what you're going to say next, please, put him back on the correct path and have those buzzed friends of him leave his life! Hop off of that horse of yours, would you? All my friends, even Marble, yes, even her, are responsible and nothing like you imagine. Whatever your idea of Hippies is, you've got that image all wrong. Now, please, could you go back home? Unless, you want to come with us and see what the New Age of Hippies is really like. Then go ahead, but you are to be quiet and not kill the vibe if you choose to.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Yeah, you tell her!" Marble said giggling.

    "Come on, Marble, shh," Liath said, pushing her back in the camper.

    Sister's face growing dark, the hippie rolled his eyes. Oh, nothing to say to that, huh? He knew it. Go ahead, ramble on and on about his dress again before she leaves. She'd better put a sock in it, or else. No, no, happy thoughts, man, happy vibes, peace and love, peace and love. Looking ready to run her mouth again, he prepared himself.

    "I'll come, but, please! Don't hang out with a bad crowd!" Coiote begged. "There's some really scary people out there, they sell special candy."

    "There she goes again with that lie," Yuzi said, sighing. "Look, woman, they don't do that kind of stuff anymore."

    "Can she like, not come?" Eydis asked. "She'll kill the vibe!"

    "She's over thirty," Liath said, groaning.

    "There's going to be some people over thirty there, though," Oluchi said.

    "Yeah, you know the New Age Hippies extends to up to forty now, or something?" Niquel asked.

    "I mean, I don't mind if she comes as long as she stays quiet!" Marble cried.

    "Ugh." Everyone groaned in a chorus.

    {If you're going to come, you're to be quiet, not go anywhere near my friends and not to bother any of the other groups, got it? And, I'm going to say it one last time so it sticks. Do not bother anyone. You'll see what the new age of Hippie culture is really like.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "But, what if there's super bad hippies there?" Coiote asked.

    {I told you we're not like that! Ugh, and just so you know, you're not coming with us in the volks, so either drive there yourself or carpool with someone else, okay? Now, leave.} A written note on recycled paper said.

    Sister's head sinking low as she left, the young adult groaned. He swears, whenever she comes over, she makes everything ten times worse! Would it kill her to maybe, he doesn't know, check the net and read about the New Age Hippie movement instead of barging in here? Returning to the camper, he laid down on his bed. Forget this, he's taking a nap, peace.

    And, then the day arrived.

    Woodstock Reborn day.

    Rainy clouds forming as the volks drove for hours upon hours through Cali, the smoke was as horrible as ever. Had the forest fires got even worse? Yes, they definitely had! Or, maybe they hadn't, they were like this from the beginning. Would Yosemite be alright? He knew fires were a natural part of life, but so many people were not putting out their cigarettes, man, this has got to stop.

    "There's so much smoke today," Marble said, head plastered on the window. "You think there's a forest fire near the park?"

    "Probably, I bet," Yuzi said. "If push comes to shove, we'll put it out."

    "Do we have the equipment for that, though?" Oluchi asked.

    "I think Siorc has a portable fire hose somewhere," Niquel said.

    "Of course he does, why wouldn't he?" Liath asked. "I was the one who told him to go get one."

    "Hehe, so, how much longer 'till we're at the park?" Eydis asked. "Also, a strange car is tailing us from behind. Is that Siorc's annoying sister?"

    "Yup," Marble said, giggling. "I can smell her!"

    "Man, how many special brownies did you eat this time?" Yuzi asked.

    "Only six!" She giggled.

    "Lord." He huffed as he said such.

    {One hour away, don't worry, there's barely any traffic today, we should get there early, even.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Sure hope so, this red light is taking forever, yah know?" Eydis replied, groaning.

    Light soon turning to green, that smoky scent got even stronger. Man, the mountain area was even worse than Orange County. Someone really needs to do something about these fires! Please, don't let the forests be scorched whenever he were to get there, he's begging. No, more than that, he's pleading. Continuing to drive for the next hour, the park was close.

    Dude at the front entrance demanding his national park pass, the hyena reached for it from his glove compartment. The staff was so strict today, man, what gives? Warning coming his way to watch out for fire, he sighed. So, there really was a lot of fires near the Nevada border. Parking the camper, that familiar screech parked right next to him.

    Slam.

    Slam.


    "I can't believe it, mother in heaven, if you can hear me, Siorc took three seconds to move after the light was green!" Coiote cried, hands in a praying position.

    "I knew she followed the van," Liath said in an annoyed tone. "Go away."

    "I was just going! I just--" Coiote started to say, but she was soon interrupted.

    "Go away!" Everyone except Siorc shouted.

    Sister running off, the hyena slapped his palm across his forehead. Why did she even come in the first place? Whatever, time to head for the event area. Reaching a little area with a lot of dirt, a smile painted the hippie's face. Woah, they recreated Woodstock so well, this is super amazing! He almost can't believe it!

    But, there was trouble in paradise. Smoky scent the strongest it had ever been, the hyena's fingers twitched. There's definitely a fire nearby somewhere. Should he do something? Most certainly. But, not yet. Maybe there's no fire in Yosemite, but it's somewhere else? For now, it was best to sit. Event organizers walking towards him, he waved.

    "So glad you came!" Earl cried. "You guys can like, do open poetry if you want, everyone else is."

    "Yeah, the mic and drums are all yours!" Cordon exclaimed.

    "Also, just so you know, no special brownies allowed on premises, or the park's gonna ban us," Lin said.

    "Aww, drat," Marble said, snapping her fingers.

    Rolling out the picnic blanket, the open mic session was blaring for quite some time. Marble making a fool of herself in front of everyone, the chimera couldn't help but grin. Man, her poetry was so awful. Two hours of beats and horrible covers of Yellow Submarine and Come Together and many other hits, something soon went ablaze.

    "Oh, no! The forest!" Yuzi cried.

    "Oh, no, it's burning, it's burning!" Cordon said.

    Standing upward, the hyena cracked his knuckles, hose attached to his skirt. Looks like someone was camping and forgot to put out their campfire again. What happened to leaving no traces? Well, no matter, he'll go deal with that real quick. There's no way he'll let Woodstock Reborn get cancelled.

    "Woah, Siorc, come back here, it's dangerous!" Eydis cried.

    "Hey, woman, come back!" Yuzi cried.

    "Siorc, hey!" Marble cried.

    Running off towards the flames, the hyena prepared himself. Alright, who's the one behind the fires? Rolling into the nature trail nearby, two familiar faces caught his attention that he almost wanted to run away from. Wait a second, hold on, he knows these two. He's seen them on campus! Ugh, it's the anti environment club, disgusting.

    Standing in the corner with a matchbox ready to light another campfire had been a rather tall sheep, excuse him, let him correct himself there, ram man with spiky yellow green hair that was partially singed. Hideous clashing bright red and even brighter pink shirt ready to melt him alive, he groaned. Not cool, man. Why is Tegne here for? He thought that Anti Hippie movement at his college died in the spring semester. But, nope.

    Next to him had been a super short rat man who was about two feel tall. Short orange hair that looked like a sticky lollipop, his locks had been slicked back. Candy shirt on him, he was burning mints for some reason. Ugh, Iveta is about to make one of those fire volcanoes. Not on his watch, he doesn't.

    "See, Iveta?! I knew this guy would find us!" Tegne cried. "I knew he'd find out what we've been up to!"

    "Listen, ya green thumb loser, quit washing the world green," Iveta groaned. "I thought you stupid hippies were all about fires being natural and stuff. Now, if you'll excuse us, we gotta a tree to remove!"

    Here comes the hose, do do do do.

    Fire gone without a trace, the hippie folded his currently hyena paw into a fist. He should have known that some of these fires were their doing! He thought they were joking when they said that. But, no, try and force Cali to burn and make the problem worse. Honestly, what did he ever do to them? Nothing, that's what.

    "Why does this girly little hyena have a hose for?!" Iveta cried.

    "Why do you think, he's a hippie, man!" Tegne shouted, leg raised. "You don't get it, do you? There's way too many trees in California! We're doing you guys a favor by staring fires out here and not putting them out! Now, if you'll excuse me--."

    Here comes the hose, do do do do.

    "Ugh, do you have any more matches?" Iveta asked.

    "Nope," Iveta asked. "Ugh, he got rid of our campfire, too! Oh, great, now he's scribbling on that notepad of his. Shut it, man, don't you dare preach!"

    {You two are pathetic. Are you doing this because I didn't sit with you at lunch in our Freshman year? Look, sorry for that, but seriously, I just don't click with you two, alright? Now, stop doing this.} A written note on recycled paper said.

    "You know that's not why we're doing this!" Iveta shouted. "You think we care 'bout that?!"

    "Yeah, we don't care about that! You know why we're doing this, we told you!" Tegne repeated. As he said such, he dropped another whole thing of burning sugary mints.

    Here comes the hose, do do do.

    {Whatever reason you are, just stop, man. I don't know, go run up a data center or something and overuse electricity.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "You mean like artificial intelligence, and stuff?" Iveta asked. "Wait, why am I agreeing with you?! Whatever, forget this, man, let's go."

    "I knew we shouldn't have come to Yosemite!" Tegne shouted, running off.

    Returning to the event area, the hyena yawned. Man, how annoying. Smoke dissipating, the show had soon begun. Epic mud fight kicking in halfway through, the chimera joined the festivities, eyes glowing. Wow, this is amazing, it's just like the video he watched of the one from nineteen sixty nine, amazing! Festivities coming to an end, that pesky face came his way once more.

    "Fine, I accept your lifestyle," Coiote said in a defeated tone. "But, please, at least come home once a month?" She held her hands to the side of her cheeks as she said such. "I can't believe it, my brother stopped a fire by himself. Am I dreaming?"

    {Maybe.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Please? It's so boring by myself!" She begged.

    {Ugh, I said maybe. Can you go now?} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Okay, but please, come home at least once a month, kay?" She begged again.

    {I said maybe! Go!} A handwritten note shouted.

    "Man, she's so annoying," all his friends said at the same time.

    Early soon walking by, the hyena's cheeks grew pink. Woah, they're coming right this way. Try and look heroic. No, no, look cool, look unassuming and chill. Golden smile on their face, he nearly fainted. Oh, lord, there it is, the signature golden toothed grin, pinch him, he's dreaming! He's definitely dreaming right now.

    "Woah, you were so cool when you put out that fire, sis," Earl said. "We'd like, love to join your little ragtag fam and clean parks with you, if that's alright."

    "If you'd like that," Cordon said. "Though, we won't always have our schedules align, after all, school's coming back soon."

    "But, would ya be cool with that?" Lin said. "Ya were like, super cool out there."

    {Fine with me, but what do you all think?} A handwritten note on recycled paper asked.


    "Hehe, totes fine with me," Eydis said, giggling.

    "I don't care either way," Liath said, deadpan.

    "Anything's fine with me!" Marble cried giggling.

    "Woman, you really need to lay off those brownies, Marble," Yuzi said, sighing. "Cool with me, I mean, this camper has enough room to hold ten chimeras, so."

    "We're fine with it," Oluchi said.

    "Yeah," Niquel said.

    "Cool, so see you at Joshua Tree National Park next week?" Earl asked.

    {Sure. See you then, I have to take my friends home.} A handwritten note on recycled paper said.

    "Kay, see you next week!" Cordon cried, waving.

    Waving back, the chimera returned to the volks. Five hour drive going by extremely fast, the hippie returned everyone to their homes. Driving back towards the camp near the beach, he let out a yawn. Man, today sure was a good day, that's for sure. Can they hold another Woodstock Reborn next year? Closing his eyes, he drifted off into sleepland.

    Good vibes, man, good vibes.

    Today was a success.



    So, yeah, alright! This one is old, but, [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill IngenuityHere's Hippie Siorc. I drew this early on when I was still new to digital art, so for the sake of it, I'll share the tradit art I did, too: [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill Ingenuity Now, I'mma be real with ya'll. I don't know if I captured what it's like to be a hippie. But, I loved writing this anyway.

    Next week, I'll be writing Graffiti Siorc, of which, is also non-fandom work. It'll be quite interesting and teetering on delinquency a bit? We'll see.
     
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    Still Life Painter By Day, Graffiti Artist By Evening


    "Sigh, do I really have to
    Introduce myself? Come on now, I don't
    Get why I gotta, I'm
    Horrible at that sort of thing,

    Haha. Can we skip it, please?
    Eh, it
    Looks like that's not possible.
    Look, I'll just say it
    Once. Hi,

    The name's Siorc Ingne,
    Hyena chimera trapped in South Berlin.
    Eh, I'm not
    Really much of a talker. Never,
    Ever truly have been.

    In any case, I'm in
    My fourth year in art college, I guess. It's

    Super boring
    I'm stuck doing still life
    Over here
    Right now.
    Can we just move on?

    Hmm, no? Agh.
    You know what, let me
    Enlighten you on the
    Non negotiable truth,
    Alright? So, let me

    Completely explain the truth. So,
    Here's the deal,
    In South Berlin they
    Made it so chimeras and humans are
    Effectively separated by this
    Ridiculous wall
    All because some humans wanted to keep us out.

    In the end, there's
    Now been a wall here

    Since, well?
    Oh, does it even matter?
    Ugh. I've been here my whole life since my father is German,
    Though my mother is Irish. Mother
    Has been away for years on this

    Big mission with her job, so in the
    End, it's just my older brother, father and a
    Recent group of foreign exchange students that
    Live with me. Now,
    I just want to make it clear my father is human, but he said he will
    Not leave us.

    Guess if the cops find out he's a goner. He'll be
    Removed? Well,
    Anyway, I
    Feel like I should hop off this
    Flumpy topic. So, anyway,
    In both North and South Berlin, graffiti is rampant. It's
    The biggest form of protest and expression here.
    I, of course,

    Am one of those well
    Renowned graffiti artists on
    The South Berlin side.
    I've almost always got a
    Spray can in hand.
    Though, I am often

    Seen as a ruffian for
    This, I
    Ultimately
    Couldn't care less. I
    Know it's not legal,

    But I don't care, in the
    End, I need to get my art out there. I
    Hardly care it's
    Illegal. Sigh, I
    Need a graffiti amusement center build that
    Decriminalizes it in

    That one place, but it's
    Hard to
    Ever find people on board.

    No one is
    Ever interested, so
    What am I supposed to do? I

    Barely have an answer to that. Not that I
    Ever did to begin with.
    Roar, we
    Like literally need change.
    In the end, we
    Need change. But,

    What can we do?
    Aha, there's
    Literally nothing
    Left that

    I can do. Perhaps it's
    Time I give up,

    But, I don't want to. I feel
    Like there is
    One little slither of hope left, but it's
    Withering, but oh well, I
    Suppose

    It's beginning
    To completely

    Wane. I don't know
    Anymore, it's just a
    Stupid dream that's

    Barely realistic.
    Unless I fight, but
    I need to fight. I feel
    Like I need
    To keep fighting, but

    What can I
    Even do? No one

    Approves. I feel
    Like no a single chimera approves. This is
    Literally a

    Wild gamble,
    And I'm playing the low roll.
    No way
    This will succeed

    In the end,
    Time to

    Give up
    On this.
    No, I mustn't
    Ever give up. It's

    Barely realistic, but
    Unless I die
    Trying, there's

    No way I'm giving up
    On this. I'm
    Pretty sure with
    Effort it'll one day be approved."


    Boom, crash, kaboom, crackle, crackle.

    It had been a rather turbulent stormy day over the skies of South Berlin. The thunder was crackling, the lightning was clapping down with a major streak that looked ready to crack the skies, and perhaps, the pesky wall separating the human and chimera sectors of the area. But, for one particular hyena chimera such noises only served as another tiresome reminder of the droll life ahead.

    Boom, crash, kaboom, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

    Sigh.

    Sighing from the bed in the corner of the room had been a short, young adult feminine appearing humanoid individual with long, dark purple hair that had transitioned into pink after the top of the scalp. Sideburns a shade of fuchsia, the bottom portion had been a breezy sea green. Locks reaching down to the chest, the individual groaned as a hyena paw rose upward from the bed. Not again, why did the paws have to transform at a time like this?

    Closing the eyes for a moment, the hyena paw dissipated back into human form. Tossing and turning back underneath the covers, a second groan released from beneath the covers. Yet another stormy day in Germany. Maybe this was the world's way of punishing Berlin for rebuilding that wall. Whatever, can the person just sleep forever? Sounds good, goodnight, zzz.

    Slam.

    But, such attempt to slumber had been immediately interrupted by pounds aplenty on the opposite door. Turning onto the opposite side, the chimera let out a fake snore. Ugh, how many times did the person have to tell everyone to not bother so early in the morning? What day was it today? Peeking at the calendar, another sigh released itself into the open. Oh, right. Had to go water all the plants before heading to lectures for the day. Yawn, how about miss the person with all of that instead?

    "Siorc, come on, it's time to get up," a high pitch voice said. "Your brother said it's your turn to water the plants in the greenhouse before you head to your lectures today."

    "And, you also have to pull the weeds," an alto voice also said, sighing. "Why is he still sleeping?"

    "He isn't, you know he's faking it." The high pitched voice was in a matter of fact tone.

    Rolling out from underneath the covers, the chimera let out a groan. Ugh, why did his brother and father have to send these two his door every single morning to remind him of the chores? What's the point in doing them for anyway? It's not like he ever gets to eat the stuff they grow. It gets sent straight to the soup kitchen never to be seen again. Whatever, better get up and get out of here.

    Reaching for his small sketchbook, the young adult took out an oil pastel. Today's color is? Chalky grey and blue. Perfectly for this gloomy miserable walled off life! Dragging himself towards the door, the two most annoying faces of all time waited for him on the other side. Well, alright, not annoying, burdensome. Unneeded? Ah, forget it, he can't think of a better word.

    "Told you he wasn't still asleep," the high pitched voice said. "Come on, your brother said you have to be in the greenhouse in about an hour. The soup kitchen's going to pick up the picked produce in like, two hours."

    Standing by his door frame twirling her hair had been a short young adult rabbit woman with dark orange hair pulled into a high ponytail. Pure white eyes with large black pupils in the center, she had a nervous look on her face despite everything. Pom-pom style hair accessories on her head, her white sailor suit style outfit looked a little wrinkled. Looking away for a moment, the college student sighed. Why did Shiroka want to come here for college of all places? But, he supposed she hardly knew about what happened on the outside before decided to come here through the foreign exchange program about a year and a half ago.

    "You know him, he's always like that," the alto voice said. "Always sleeping until the last minute."

    Shaking her head in the corner had been a short, tan young adult gazelle person with long pinkish burgundy hair pulled into two long braids. Buns at the top, she had green eyes the color of jade. Adorning a dark blue floor length robe with golden embroidery at the top, she looked ready to pop him a new one. Crossing his arms, the college student held back the urge to scribble a few choice words. He does not sleep until the last minute, like, come on. Who does Parisa think she is? She's wrong as usual, that's for sure. Whatever. Scribbling away, he held himself back for a moment.

    |Okay, first off, I don't sleep until last minute!| A spiky oil pastel bubble letter drawing shouted. He then turned to the next page. |And, second, did you have to remind me? Ugh. I thought it was your turn to do that!|

    "I don't know why you're so unwilling to do it all the time," Shiroka said, arms crossed. "Your brother said it was your turn. So, get off your rump and get to it."

    "It was our turn last week, so it's your turn this week," Parisa said, arms crossed as well. She then sighed. "Don't get why you don't want to do it."

    Feet taps coming his way, the chimera wanted to rip his hair out. Why did his brother have to send these two to remind him about everything? Honestly, he still can't believe they wanted to come here of all places and willingly just blended into his home life like it was nothing. They should live a little and break a rule or two! Not like they ever would, though, sigh.

    |Alright, fine, let me get ready first, okay?!| A spiky oil pastel bubble letter drawing shouted.

    "Okay, but remember, don't wear that dress you wear when you," Shiroka said out loud and then lowered her voice into a whisper. "You know, do those uh, ahem, extracurricular activities of yours." She faked a cough as she said such. "The owners of the soup kitchen are starting to talk."

    "So, wear something normal, alright?" Parisa added.

    Sighing, the chimera's eyebrow twitched. Excuse him, wear something normal? That dress of his was normal! Ugh, fine, he'll wear a completely, boring quote on quote normal outfit, ugh! Could these two not judge his outfits? They should just apply for the South Berlin runway! They'd be perfect there as judges.

    |They are so normal!| A spiky oil pastel bubble letter drawing shouted. He then turned to another page. |But, whatever, I'll put on 'normal' clothes, alright? Can you go before father wakes up?|

    "He's already awake, but fine," Shiroka said, sighing. "Bye."

    Slam.

    Closing the door behind him, the hyena bit his lower lip. He swears, these two are the most uptight chimeras he has ever met in his life! Scrambling through his drawers, he glared at the top drawer, barricade forming. They're walling away almost his entire wardrobe! Sinking down to the bottom drawer, he hurried into his private restroom.

    Engaging in a quick spritzing, the young adult mumbled under his breath as he turned the dials towards the off position. It's pouring today, why did the pesky soup kitchen have to come this early? Please, just cancel all that. He has more important things to do before lectures today. But, that's not happening, he guessed.

    Reflection locking eyes with him, mismatched purple and green eyes looked as dull as ever, sparkle diminished to nothing. Boring long sleeved shirt with an orange cat on it that had the words, meowdy over it, he almost wanted to turn it inside out. Was this normal enough for everyone? Floor length pitch black skirt underneath, he reached for a comb. Better brush his hair, or else they'll have something else to complain about. Hair pulled into a low ponytail, cross shaped hairpins and earrings had been clicked into place. Sticking his tongue out, the young adult stomped out of the restroom. Ha, dress normally, huh? Ugh, whatever, there they go!

    Dragging himself towards the kitchen, two further annoying faces soon locked eyes with him. Brewing the coffee in the corner had been a tall adult hyena chimera with short, spiky light green hair that had looked almost radioactive. Eyes the same shade, he wore a rather droll shirt that screamed corporate boring. Why did Strix always have to wear that ratty old suit on soup kitchen pickup day? He hardly had any idea.

    Tall, middle aged adult human man with short barely ear length green hair and the same boring as ever suit, the hyena placed his palm in front of his face. As he expected, father's wearing the exact same corporate nonsense as well. Seating himself at the table, the young adult quickly nibbled on bread. They are so going to rush him to hurry and get to the greenhouse, aren't they?

    "You're finally awake!" Strix shouted. "You need to hurry, you know."

    "Oh, right, the soup kitchen's coming early today to pick up the fresh produce, right?" father asked.

    "You mean you forgot again, pops?" Strix asked.

    "Yup, sorry." A nod.

    Nibbling on his eggs in a rather loud manner, the chimera could feel his blood ready to boil over. Of course father forgot again. He forgets everything, he swears to the chimera wall! No wonder he makes everyone else do the chores. Take his memory support supplements for once in his life! But, nope, he forgets to take those, too. He swears, ever since mother had to go overseas for work he's become even more forgetful! Ugh, forget it, he's a lost cause.

    |I know, I know! I'll go to the greenhouse in a bit, okay?| A spiky oil pastel bubbled drawing shouted.

    "Yeesh, no need to draw that all snippily," Strix responded, sighing. "Not my fault they called and said they're coming an our earlier, y'know."

    |I'm going now, okay? But, if I get struck by lightning, you owe me one hundred euros!| A spiky oil pastel bubbled drawing cried.

    "Bro, if you want more spray paint cans, you probably shouldn't bank on that, come on," Strix responded, sighing. "I'll give ya two hundred if the soup kitchen peeps don't complain about your outfit, kay? How's that sound?"

    |Impossible, never going to happen!| A spiky oil pastel drawing exclaimed.

    "How does he draw that so fast all the time?" Shiroka asked between bites.

    "He's an art student remember?" Parisa asked.

    "Oh, right." Nibble, nibble, nibble.

    Slamming a raincoat over himself, the young adult reached for the pesky greenhouse supplies. Why did those stupid soup kitchen staff decide they're coming early? He had more important things to do today before heading to lectures for today, like, hello? Ugh, whatever. Whatever his older brother and father says goes. He knows the rules around here.

    Crackle, crackle, boom, boom.

    Thunder getting louder, the hyena made a run for it. Man, this stuff is coming down hard! Who in their right mind would come over here to take fresh produce today of all days? First of all, growing season is almost over, and second, it's early October. Whatever, he hardly had a choice in the matter, groan.

    Watering can filled to the brim, the pesky plants had gotten their juice aplenty. Weeds pulled for what felt like forever, the hyena awarded laser beam stares at the tomato plants. Please, let these things be rotting! They've gone bad, right? Nope, wishful thinking, everyone took too good care of these things for that to be the case here, oh well.

    Fruit and veggies placed into boxes with special covering, the young adult curled his fingers. How he wished right now a spray paint can was between his fingers right now and not disgusting squishy tomatoes. Whatever. Annoying honk coming his way, the chimera's tail practically stuck up. Oh, great, they're here even earlier than anticipated. Go away. Prissy corporates coming his way, eyes sized up his hair.

    "My heavens, how in the world does that college of yours let you wear your hair like that?" corporate chimera number one asked.

    "I know, right? Those colleges ought to be more strict with their dress codes!" corporate chimera number two cried.

    |Please, kind sirs, just take the fruits and vegetables.| A handwritten note begged.

    Pesky corporates examining the tins of veggies, the hyena tried to not pull his hair out. Could they please stop looking at his clothes and hair? It's not like he works for their dumb soup kitchen! Not like he ever would, either. Just take the donations and go already, shoo, begone! But, another pesky set of annoyances had soon bathed him deep.

    "There's not enough tomatoes to last the week," corporate chimera number one said.

    |It's not my fault we had a slow growing season!| A handwritten note shouted.

    "Should have grown them with pesticides." The person tapped their foot as they said such.

    |Talk to my father about that, he's the one in charge, not me!| A handwritten note shouted. But, such fell on blind eyes.

    "Welp, better get going," corporate number one said. "Thanks again for the fruits and vegetables.

    Slam.

    Corporate blah blahs gone, the hyena slumped down the wall. Finally, they're gone. Returning to his abode, the chimera zoomed towards his drawers. What time is it? Oh, it's only eight o'clock. He still has time, wonderful! Spray paint bag plopped into a large rainbow colored square bag, he zoomed out towards the kitchen. There's still time? There's still time!

    "Yo, if you're gonna you know, do your extracurricular activity before lectures today, lay low," Strix said aloud. "Cops are on patrol near alleyways today."

    "I thought I told you to stop encouraging him to do graffiti," his father said in a foreboding tone.

    "I mean, why bother putting him in a little bubble, pops?" Strix asked, drumming his fingers. "Gets washed off once discovered anyway."

    |It's fine, I'll run way before the cops show up! I'm going now, bye.| An oil pastel drawing with bubble letters cried.

    "Wait! Aren't you going to wait for Shiroka and Parisa?" his father asked.

    "They left already! Did you forget?" Strix asked, annoyed.

    "Oh, right," his father responded, in defeat. "Please, son, don't go overboard with your, err, extracurricular activity today, okay?"

    |No promises, bye.| An oil pastel drawing with bubble letters said.

    Exiting the abode, the chimera gazed at his wristwatch. Oh. Em. Gee, it was already eight ten, he only had twenty minutes today! Thank goodness college was such a close walk. Springing across the street, that pesky wall caught his attention from afar. Why can't they just tear that stupid thing down? He ought to put a nice little message on that thing one day. But, nah, the cops would so catch him if he did that. Sprinting towards the alleyway, a beautiful empty wall soon awaited him.

    Reaching for a rainbow spray paint can, the hyena stuck his tongue out. This little alley could use a nice little message. What kind of mark should he leave here? Oh, he knows. Spritz, spritz, spritz. Large tongue adorning a psychedelic look to it, the graffiti artist giggled. Look at this, another masterpiece on his hand. But, it needs a little something, but what?

    Scrolling through his phone for idea, a lightbulb popped over the college student's head. Oh, he knows, heh heh, perfect, perfect he knows exactly what this wall needs. Spritz, spritz, spritz, squirt. Hang loose hand symbol beside the tongue, the world lit up. Wonderful, wonderful! Why can't he do this in class instead of those boring still life drawings? Like, gosh.

    Spritz, spritz, spritz, words, Peace, Love and No Wall placed underneath, the chimera placed his phone onto a selfie stick. peace signs up and ready to go, the flash went off. Here's to his most recent masterpiece. But, such had been a big, big mistake. Hearing those familiar feet, the hyena leaped off towards the open dumpster nearby. Oh, great, here come the cops! Well, cop. Urgh.

    "I smell spray paint!" a squeaky high pitched voice shouted. "Delinquent vermin, you'd better come out of hiding!" Click.

    Taking out a pistol had been a tall, feminine appearing lynx chimera with long, golden blonde rump length hair with red streaks going through it aplenty. Pesky blue uniform with the name Naofa above a pocket, the graffiti artist tried to quiet his breathing. Oh, great, the worst cop of them all was lurking around the alleyways today! Better stay hidden. Blue eyes looking ready to glow, he hugged his knees. Please, don't hear him in here, he's begging.

    "I'll find you, I swear, you can't hide from me forever, delinquent vermin!" Officer Naofa shouted.

    Pesky lynx looking everywhere, the young adult remained as silent as the dead. Please, please don't look in the dumpster, he's begging! Chimera looking every which way, he closed his eyes. They're not going to look in here, right? They had no reason to, surely. Please, please give up the search, uh, look, someone's robbing someone in the streets!

    "What do you mean I have to go stop a robbery?!" Officer Naofa cried into their walkie talkie thing. "I have a vermin who's doing graffiti on my side of the street!" Crackle, crackle, crackle. "Ugh, fine, I'm going!" Click. "Mark my words, delinquent vermin, I'll catch you yet!" Stomp, stomp stomp.

    Obstacle soon long gone, the chimera puffed a sigh of relief. Man, that was a close one. Brushing away the disgusting trash, the college student leaped out of the dumpster. He didn't smell, right? Well, whatever, this outfit was lame anyway? Who cares! He'll smell like graphite soon enough. Gazing at his watch, everything faded. Oh, no, he's going to be late, he needs to get out of here!

    Reaching the college gates after what felt like a million kilometers per hour of running, the chimera gazed at his watch one more time. By the wall, he only has five minutes to head the art studio. Well, whatever, they were doing still art anyway, and, it's not like the professor ever noticed him strutting in late. Okay, here goes. Zoom.

    Studio art classroom reached as time was ticking away, the chimera huffed. What was he running so fast for? It's not like he wanted to be here. He thought when he applied for an art major they'd do super awesome stuff like drawing models and stuff. But, no, still life forever. Ugh, surely they'll move on from this soon? Four years of this and everything was so droll.

    Spotting the usual crowd in the corner of the room, the chimera made another run for it. It sure was empty here today. Maybe most of the students were out doing some extracurricular activity, too? Maybe he could have shown up half an hour late then! Too late for that now, he supposed. Professor nowhere to be seen, he placed his hands on the side of his face. Prof is late, as well? Is he also out spraying something down? Maybe. He always tries to pretend to be into what the youth were doing.

    "Man, prof's late again," a tenor voice said.

    "I know, right?" another voice asked.

    "You think he went to go protest at the wall and stuff?" a childish voice asked.

    "Mmm, probably, been hearing a lot of people been you know, going there before work and stuff lately," an alto voice said.

    "Really?" voice five asked.

    "Reawwy," voice six responded.

    "Guys, uh, Siorc's here," voice seven said.

    Looking at him first had been a tall young adult lynx chimera with short messy golden blond hair with dark brown spiky portions at the top. Blue eyes to match, he adorned a pitch black smock. How was Faxi related to that cop that's always trying to bust him? He had no idea, they hardly looked anything alike. Actually, yes they did, never mind.

    Gazing at him second had been a much shorter young adult panda chimera woman with short half black, half white hair. Rainbow koi tail behind her, she had the most boring looking outfit ever. Pink eyes looking about ready to explode of boredom, he gazed at the next person. As usual Panlong has no taste in clothes, whatever. Very short young dark skinned teenage frog chimera boy with spiky strawberry reddish pink hair and a lame looking suit, he groaned. Miotal may have been a genius that got into college at fifteen, but he looked like he belonged in an office right now!

    Locking eyes with him ready to pinch her nose had been a young adult penguin chimera woman with golden locks that went down to about her chest looking ever so messy. Fiery orange eyes, her smock had been an absolute disaster. Vidame, as usual, sure looked the part of a native painter who wanted to look as experienced as possible. Groan, did she even need to take classes here? Next to her was a tall, fuchsia haired panda dragon person with his hair tied into a high ponytail. Black frog buttoned shirt upon him, his tail looked ready to fall off. It's shedding season for Zhulong, golly gee.

    Looking about ready to run for the hills had been a pint sized young rat woman with chestnut hair pulled into a ponytail that had almost been long enough to be twice her size. Or, so the hyena assumed. She was so short he never knew how that worked. Turquoise eyes quite huge, her smock was almost about twice as big as she was. Why didn't anyone ever think to make rat chimera friendly clothes for Mysi? Oh, right, the humans attempted, but they built that dumb wall; he forgot! Blue skinned merman with dark pink locks and fins for hands sighing in their dirty apron, the chimera added his own to the mix. Tell him about it, Azur, he didn't want to be here, either.

    |Hi, I guess. I came here on time for nothing!| A handwritten note shouted.

    "Tell me about it," Faxi said, sighing. "I bet most of the students are out doing graffiti art."

    "Or, some are by the wall protesting, or something," Miotal said, finger stuck up in the air.

    "Listen ya little genius, ya gotta state the obvious?" Panlong asked groaning. "Yeah, I'm bettin'. Or, ya know, perhaps they're looking for that scout I've been hearing all them rumors about?"

    "What scout?" Vidame asked.

    "What do you mean what scout?" Zhulong asked, eyebrow rose. "Haven't you heard? There's some guy going around looking for people that interest him to start some graffiti amusement center."

    "Oh." Vidame looked away as she said such.

    "Whadya mean, oh? Don't yew know how big dis is?!" Mysi cried. "It's wike, supa big andz stuffz!" She then coughed. "Sorry, um. This is the real deal!"

    "Yeah, but that scout has high standards, you know?" Azur asked. "I've heard he's walked by hundreds, if not thousands of alleys across South Berlin and cried, 'trash, tasteless, garbage! None of these are worth my time!' So, it's not like he'll ever find the right chimera to start that idea." He sighed, shaking his head. "And, besides, every single time he thinks he finds the guy, Most, if not all the prospects back out immediately when he lays down the conditions, you know?"

    Scout brought to his attention, the chimera placed his finger on his chin. He had heard that there was this guy going around looking for people to help build some graffiti amusement center, or something. But, it has never gotten itself off the ground. Sigh, how he wished he could have a place where that stuff wasn't considered a criminal offense. But, would that ever be likely to happen? If he had to guess? Probably not. Oh, well. It'll be a pipe dream forever.

    |You never know, maybe he'll finally find someone soon!| An oil pastel bubble letter drawing shouted.

    "Statistically speaking, it is highly unlikely that it will ever happen, let alone will the scout find someone to his extremely high standards," Miotal said, pushing up his glasses. "Not to mention, there is no possible outcome I can foresee where it will ever be approved."

    "Can it, nerd," Vidame said, fist up.

    "Yeah, you little nerd, shush," Mysi said.

    "Go back to middle school, kid," Zhulong grunted.

    "I'll have you know I graduated early and skipped straight to college!" Miotal cried.

    "Do you have to rub it in, genius?" Faxi asked, groaning.

    "Yeah, ya golden child, quit rubbing it in so much!" Panlong cried.

    Miotal bringing facts to the table, the chimera nodded in silence. Why do they have to gang up on the kid so hard for? He was right. It's not like such project would ever be approved. The Berlin police force was like, always sticking their hand into a honeypot and making sure anything they don't like is immediately classified as illegal and shutdown into oblivion. Which, would probably happen here, too. He can feel it in his spray can.

    But, such thoughts were immediately interrupted as the rest of the chimera students came bustling in. Everyone covered in spray paint from head to toe, the colleges student turned off towards the professor. Oh, wow, he's also covered in loads of the stuff. Definitely wall riots here. Man, he should have joined. But, if he had, Shiroka and Parisa would tattle to father. Urgh.

    "Alright, everyone sit down and start your still life portraits," the professor said.

    "Professor, you are covered head to toe in spray paint," Miotal said, adjusting his glasses.

    "Oh, am I now?" the professor asked. "Why don't you make your still life an aerosol can?"

    "I will stick with a bowl of fruit, professor." He seated himself.

    Taking out an empty campus, the young adult sighed. Great, they're still stuck on still life. When will they move onto something more fun? He swears, art college classes are the most boring thing ever. Sigh, whatever, he guesses he'll do a still life painting of a few bag of chips titled over and that hard tomato replica he had been keeping is his bag, ugh.

    Setting everything up, the hyena reached for his oil pastels. Man, what is the point in all this? He's done so many still life paintings. Can they move onto something else like sculpting? Or, he doesn't know, collages? Something, anything more interesting? No? What, did they bar chimeras from doing everything and let the human side get to do all the fun art stuff? Groan.

    Eyes locked onto the chip bag, the chimera almost broke the green oil pastel. Maybe he shouldn't have picked this subject to do a still life on, but whatever. Too late for that now! Professor was always telling everyone once they've locked in, they can't swap. Guess he's stuck with this forever, baby! Please, can lectures end for today? How much longer until he's out of here? Four hours? Oh, lovely, that may as well have been twelve!

    Titled chip bag looking as boring as ever as two hours ticked away, the chimera grumbled. Does he really have to draw it exactly as he sees it? Please can he at least have a little fun? No? Sigh. So lame, he swears to that dumb wall. Continuing on, he locked eyes with the tomato. Okay, fake fruit thing, it's next.

    Tomato taking what felt like forever to get done, the hyena blinked. Why does this stupid circle have to be absolutely perfect? Professor is always demanding these things look lifelike for whatever reason! Come on, allow for something abstract for once! He's going around spray painting everything too. But, no. Blah, blah, this and that must be straight. Blah, blah, that looks absolutely miserable. Silence, old coot, he's the artist here.

    Adding the table to the mix, the young adult gazed at his watch. How much longer until he can get outta here? Oh, great, half an hour? Please, announce everyone can go home early, or something? Multiple people complaining they gotta wall to go scream about, he crossed his fingers. Please, please, oh, pretty please, can they all call it a day early? Just a teeny tiny bit? No? Alright, then, sigh. Better keep going.

    Mumbles everywhere throughout the room talking about how everyone should just go out into the streets and and keep screaming, the college student dropped his black oil pastel. Can everyone talk a little quieter? No? Sigh, of course not. Oh, well. Last few minutes speeding by, the chimera packed everything up. It's time to get out of here, buh bye! But, the professor soon screamed out to him.

    "Put away your props at least before running out the door!" the professor cried. "Jeez, youngins, I swear."

    Picking up the props, the college student zoomed out the door. There, they're away, alright? He's so out of here. Sprinting off towards the restroom, the chimera leaped into towards a changing area. Finally, he can take off this disgusting outfit! Yoink. Half black, half pink shirt with purple text on it that read, mwah and a smacking lip beneath it, a half light green, half pink floor length skirt with the exact same text had soon replaced the boring drab outfit.

    Gazing at himself in the mirror the chimera giggled. Aww, yeah, now this is proper attire! Hair soon spiked His locks had been over his shoulders, the rest of his hair was pulled into a back bun that had been barely visible. Snapping a pic, the chimera did a kissy face. It's time to do some extracurricular activities! Peace, the most boring art courses ever, he's got real art to do!

    Zoom.

    Bolting out of the college gates, the chimera turned his head towards the right and left. Now, which alleyway should he take this time? Hmm, how about the one behind the bakery? That pesky cop never came around there! Heh, well, maybe they'd be too busy telling people to go loiter somewhere else to notice him. Pivoting towards the western path, he crossed his fingers. Please, let the area be devoid of police, thanks!

    Alleyways reached, the graffiti artist was practically floating on air. Oh, gosh, that sweet, sweet, sugary scent. This was the back of a pastry shop alright! Shaking up the spray paint can, he wondered. What kind of masterpiece should he do this time? Hmm, oh, he knows, he knows the perfect one! Heh heh.

    Sprtiz, spritz, spritz, spritz, spiky little bubble adorning every color of the rainbow out in the open, the graffiti artist jumped back. Oh, no, are the cops here already? He'd better hide. Spotting a garbage can in the corner, he hopped in. Stomping boots coming, he shook up a storm. Wall, why are there so many cops around these parts lately? Like, he knows there's a lot of screaming near the no zone, but? There's nothing to see here, please leave!

    "Stop, criminal vermin!" Officer Naofa shouted. "I know you're hiding somewhere, I can smell fresh spray paint!" They then turned their head. "Where are you? I will find you!"

    Pesky cop looking everywhere, the young adult tried to keep everything as quiet as possible. Nope, officer, they got the wrong alleyway! There's no one here, oops. They bolted as soon as they heard you coming, yup! There's totally no one hiding in the garbage can here with yesterday's thrown out pastries, nope, and there's most certainly not anyone else here watching in the corner! Please, go away, thanks!

    "Ugh, I know there's a situation at the wall, okay, boss?!" Naofa cried. "But, there's criminal vermin hiding in allies doing graffiti again!" Squabble, squabble, squabble, squabble. "Okay, alright, I'm going to the chimera wall zone, okay? But, I'm telling you there's far more important criminals to catch here right now!"

    Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.

    Cop gone, the hyena huffed a sigh of relief. Man, that was a close one. They're not around anymore, right? Phew? Now, where was he? Oh, right, he was working on a masterpiece, heh heh. Better get back to that before father texts him to return home. How much longer until his expected curfew? Why did he still have that anyway at his ripe age of slightly over twenty one? Oh, well, whatever, he's his fathers youngest kid forever, he supposed.

    Spritz, spritz, spritz, spritz, little banana sprayed in the corner with a smiley face, the chimera reached for the can of brown spray paint. Hmm, how should he do this part? But, as he thought such, those scary boots came clopping again. Oh, wall, not again! He thought he'd seen the last of this cop today! Jumping back into the trash can, the rumbles of noise continued.

    "I knew I heard that noise! Spritz, spritz, spritz, come out here, you criminal!" Officer Naofa shouted. "I'll catch you yet, you vandal!"

    Feet stomping around everywhere except near the garbage cans, the hyena crossed his fingers. Please, please just, go away already. What happened to all the polite cops? They were definitely all swapped out when that stupid wall was built. Don't come over here, he's begging, he's crossing his fingers here!

    "What do you mean why am I not at the wall yet? I know there's a vandal here!" Officer Naofa shouted. "Alright, alright, I'm going, but I'm coming back to this area in twenty five minutes, got it? I just know I'll catch them this time!"

    Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.

    Pesky cop gone without a trace, the hyena huffed a breath. Please, let them be gone for good now, he has three hours before he has to be home for dinner! Gah, this cop, they are so putting him behind schedule! Sigh, where was he? Oh, right, brown spray paint can, well, here goes. La, la, la, time for this wall to get a little bit of color!

    Smiling banana bread soon on the wall the young adult hummed. Ah, man, this picture is looking really swimming right now! But, hmm, there needs to be a tiny bit of text, right? Yes, most certainly! Alrighty, time to save the best for last, the purple can. Here goes, time for the finishing touches, hehe.

    Spritz, spritz, spritz, spritz, bubble letters underneath the banana bread reading, The Best Pastry Shop In Town! Those accursed footsteps were coming again. Oh, come on, the cops are back again? Oh no, oh no, he'd better hide! Packing up his spray paint set, that golden blonde hair was ready to silence him once more. Oh, great, they're running, he's so getting caught this time! Backing himself against the wall, he could feel the cuffs coming!

    Or, not.

    "Woah, who made this masterpiece? I must know!" a deep effeminate voice cried. "This banana bread, that bubble letter text, yes! This is perfect! Whoever made this, I need to find them right now!"

    Admiring his craft in the corner had been a tall penguin man who looked to be about in his mid thirties. Or, so the hyena assumed. Was he older, younger? Honestly, he could hardly tell sometimes. Chimeras didn't age as badly as some humans did. Or, maybe they did? He supposed it depended. Greenish golden hair split down the middle draping over both shoulders, the man adorned a lady suit. Ugh, what's a corporate doing looking at his art? Can someone else please look?

    "And, not to mention this banana against the rainbow jagged bubble, mwah!" the penguin man said. "Beautiful, absolutely magnificent!"

    Compliments continuing, the chimera almost dropped the trashcan next to him. Please, praise him more! Ah, no, this is corporate yammering! Actually, no, please, quit it. He doesn't need their opinions, thanks. But, such thoughts had been cancelled out as the waste basket thudded hard onto the ground. Eyes soon wandering towards him, the penguin man's blue pupils practically sparkled.

    "You! Are you the one who made this?!" the penguin man asked, eyes sparkling.

    Man looking to squeeze his hands tight, the chimera broke into a sweat. Oh, wall, why is he looking at him like that? Please can they not? Should he maybe pass this off as someone else's work? Shaking his head, he reached for his sketchbook. No way, forget that. Oil pastels seated in his hands, he scribbled away for a moment.

    |Yes, I made this.| A spiky bubbled oil pastel drawing said.

    "Oh, did you now?! Well, young hyena chimera, this is a masterpiece, you know that?!" the penguin man cried. "Why, you might just be the one I need!"

    |One you need for what exactly?| A spiky bubbled oil pastel drawing asked.

    Man looking to grab his hands again, the hyena hugged the wall behind him. Woah, why is this dude looking so eager to shake his hands into oblivion? Could he please not? Seriously, who even is this dude, and why is he in the alleyways? He bets he's some undercover cop pretending to find graffiti to be the fine arts, and if that's the case? Forget it. He is not joining him to stomp out other graffiti artists!

    Memory flowing back to him, the graffiti artist placed his finger on his chin. Wait a second, is this the guy that his classmates were talking about? That dude that was trying to scout chimeras to help him start up that graffiti amusement center where spray painting was decriminalized? Well, if that's who he was, sign him up! But, he needed to ask a few questions first. Cops had codewords, right? Maybe. He'd better listen carefully before signing onto this.

    "You mean, you don't know?!" the penguin man cried. "You look to be about college age. Doesn't like, everyone at that college of yours talk about a graffiti amusement center scout looking around the alleyways for a perfect chimera? You, my dear, are the perfect chimera!" He then extended his hand. "I'm Esquire Gefroren, and you, young artist, should help me achieve my dream of making a graffiti amusement center right near the wall! What do you say?"

    Offer his way, the chimera turned his head off towards the opposite side of the alley. Wait, this guy was the scout people were talking about? No way, he had to be an undercover cop! After all, the South Berlin police department was everywhere lately. Maybe he should put his hands up. He's definitely about to be in the slammer, yup. So long, Strix, so long father, he's been caught, goodbye.

    "Woah, woah, woah, kid, put your hands down!" Esquire shouted. "You think I'm an undercover cop or something?" He gagged at such. "How disgusting, how dare you! Listen, girly, I'm an artist just like you! And you're the glue I need to get my dream off the ground! So, what do you say?"

    Man's eyes sparkling again, the chimera gulped. Um, is he really not an undercover cop? Maybe he should help this guy out. After all, it would be nice if there were a graffiti amusement center in South Berlin. Maybe humans could even sneak through the gap in the wall and join them. Staring off into space, the sea of thoughts continued.

    Recalling something else, the hyena sighed. Didn't his classmates say that this dude had a ton of conditions and most people back out? Maybe he should ask about those before going on board. Yeah, he probably should, alright, here goes. Switching to a pen, he scribbled away at what felt like lightning speed.

    |Alright, maybe, but, first, I'd like to ask you a question. What are the conditions? My classmates were talking about how you have some conditions, or else it's not happening. Lay them out for me.| A written note on a sketchbook page said.

    "Asking questions right away, I like your attitude, girly!" Esquire cried. "So, I'll build the graffiti amusement center if you can do three things for me." He placed his hand into a raised fist as he continued, first finger lifted upward. "First, you are required to spray paint this symbol on the wall." Smiling picture with a tongue sticking out in front of him, he soon rose his second finger. "Two, you are to recruit seven other chimeras to help up build it. I don't care if they're your ten year old sister, your father or someone total stranger, I need at least seven. You included of course, that makes eight." Raising his third finger, he took a deep breath. "And, finally, I need you to uncover a treasure buried beside the tree near the wall. If you can have all that done within a week of me contacting you, I'll start building right away." He then whistled. "Whoops, cops are coming. Hold this for a second, okay?"

    "I knew it, there were criminal scum hiding in this alleyway!" Officer Naofa shouted. "You there, hands up!"

    "I don't know what you're talking about, kind officer!" Esquire shouted. "This fine young lady is here to deliver my pastries to me! See?" He then whispered. "Smile and nod now!"

    Nodding and letting out a barely audible mhm, the cops eyes locked onto him. Oh, wall, they're looking at him with suspicious. Uh? He's never been in the alleyways before, nope! He's totally never been here. Haha. Um, yup, he totally works here, definitely. Haha. Please, stop giving him that look! Gulp.

    "I see, well, hurry up and finish this delivery!" Officer Naofa shouted. "And, if you spot any vermins vandalizing the walls, contact us immediately."

    "You got it officer. Bye now!" Esquire shouted. Stomp, stomp, stomp. "Wooh, that was a close one. So, what do you say? You on board?"

    Conditions laid out to him, the young adult tried to digest them. Well, he supposed those seemed fair. But, if he were to spray paint the wall, he needed to find a way to do it when no one else was around. When was a good time to do that? Ah, three in the morning, he bet. It was always a dead zone at that time of day. He guessed he had what it takes.

    Second condition stinging him in the back, he could feel everything about to fall. Uh, would he be able to gather seven chimeras to help, though? Probably not. Well, actually, maybe he would. He had been hearing many of his classmates wanted something like this, actually. And the last point? Pretty easy, in fact, he didn't even need a shovel to dig the ground, he could transform and use his paws. Scribbling away, he could hear his watch ready to beep any second now.

    |Sure, I'll do it. Where should I meet you when I do everything you ask?| A written note asked.

    "You've got a smartphone, right?" Esquire asked. "Take it out."

    Nodding, the hyena unlocked his device. Penguin man opening up to a QR Code, a wave of unease flowed through him. Should he be trusting this guy so easily? Scanning the thing, a location had been added to his maps application. Some desolate office in the middle of nowhere, a chill dropped down his spine. Okay, now this is really fishy.

    "Meet me at this place with proof you fulfilled all my requests, and we'll start building, okay?" Esquire asked.

    |Alright.| A handwritten note said.

    "Cool, tootles! But, remember, if you don't have this done in a week, it's not happening!"

    Penguin man gone, the chimera huffed. Man, what a strange guy. Should he really go ahead with all this? There's definitely a catch. Eh, if this dude's gonna call him a girly, then he's supposed he's game. Not that he's a woman, or man, but still. Heading home, he could smell the beef rolls cooking.

    "Sup, Siorc? You look super pleased about something," Strix greeted. "You spray paint something fun today?"

    "Please, son, no one saw you doing the deed, did they?" his father asked.

    "I'm sure they did, Hart," Shiroka said.

    "Oh, please, you can call me dad while you're living here for your studies, you know!" father cried. "No need to be so formal!"

    "We've told you countless times now we don't feel like that's appropriate, sir," Parisa said to father. She then turned towards Siorc. "You know, you really ought to try harder to make sure no one sees you. I can smell your dirty shirt inside your school bag."

    |Parisa, I wasn't caught, okay? The cop is really dumb.| A written note said.

    "Oh, really? If you say so," Parisa responded, shrugging. "Now, go wash up, we're about to eat dinner."

    Heading for the sink, the chimera stared off into space. Should he tell everyone what happened today? Maybe he should. Well, father's gonna ask what he did today anyway, wasn't he? He guessed so. May as well be worth a shot. But, knowing him, he'll definitely try and stop him. He knows he doesn't say it, but he's most certainly against his extracurricular activities. Soap eating his hands away, he seated himself at the table. Meat served, eyes were soon on him.

    "So, how was your day?" father asked. "You looked like something good happened to you."

    |Some guy scouted me to help build his graffiti amusement center.| A written note asked.

    "Wait, what?" Strix asked. "You're joking, right?"

    |No, I'm not.| A written note responded.

    "I heard something about that, actually," Shiroka said between bites. "Though, I've also heard that scout has never had anyone actually fulfill his conditions. So, to be honest, I also doubt Siorc will be able to satisfy his demands."

    "Most likely not," Parisa said between bites. "And, besides, I know the cops will strike down such place in a day or two after being built."

    Practically dropping his fork, the young adult's fingers twitched. Come on, can't someone believe in him? He already said he'd try and get this guy's conditions fulfilled within a week! Can't they have at least a little faith in him? He swears, no one in this family believes in him ever. Well, he'll show them! He'll show everyone he's got what it takes to do this! But, there's no way he can tell them the other conditions. Maybe he should only let them know of the second one, yeah. That'll do.

    |I'll be able to do it! The guy wants me to gather seven other chimeras! That's child's play!| A written note cried.

    "Yeah, doubt anyone will join you," Shiroka said. "You know, you're not exactly the most convincing chimera around."

    "I'm sure most people don't even read your sketchbook. They probably ignore it, in fact!" Parisa added.

    "Girls, girls, come on!" father cried. I'm sure he'll find someone!"

    "Well, I'm not joining him, I can't afford to be seen doing something illegal," Shiroka cried. "Mother will be so cross with me if I'm sent back to Japan halfway through my studies."

    "Same, I'm not helping." Chomp, chomp, chomp. "Sir, this beef roll could use a little more salt next time, okay?"

    "Girls, I'm sure he'll fine somebody! No need to be so negative!" father cried. "I'll help you if you don't find someone!"

    "Pops, the dude said seven chimeras!" Strix cried. "You're a human. You're not even supposed to be in South Berlin, you know that?"

    "Whoops, good point! But, don't worry, I got plenty of chimera disguises!" A cringey old man giggle released from his throat.

    "Impossible, chimeras have a certain aura," Shiroka said. "You'll never pass for one."

    "Did you have to call it aura?" Parisa groaned.

    Walls of rejection coming his way, the hyena hurried to finish his dinner. Why do they all have to be so negative for? Okay, Nancy, he wasn't asking any of them to join him, anyway! Excusing himself to his room after washing his plate, he stomped off towards his bedroom, door shut. Ugh, forget these four, it's not like he needed them anyway. Twiddling around playing paint by numbers games on his phone until the house was dead quiet, the young adult let the time slide away.

    Three in the morning arriving in the blink of an eye, the graffiti artist prepared himself. Everyone was asleep, right? Now was the perfect time to get out of here. Quietly opening his window, he jumped down. Please, don't let there be any cops patrolling at the wall this late at night. Dashing through the crossroads, that disgusting obstacle soon laid itself out in front of him.

    Wall scrubbed down squeaky clean, the young adult reached for a spray paint can. He has to draw a specific symbol, right. What was it again? Oh, a smiling face with a tongue sticking out. Well, that shouldn't be too hard to do. Spritz, spritz, spritz, spritz, spritz. Symbol added to the wall, he wondered. Should he add a personal touch? Text message from an unknown number waiting for him, he read it for a moment.

    Message telling him he could do anything he liked with the symbol so as long as he take a picture of himself beside it and it's in the exact colors he was asking for, the young adult's eyes wandered. Oh, no, this was the right color, right? It looks yellow in the photo. Please, let it be right! Adding a little message beneath the masterpiece, the young adult took a photo. Please, let this be good, he's begging here.

    Finding the tree in the corner, the college student got down on his knees. He may as well knock the second one off the list, right? He definitely should. Unless? No, he needs to do this now. Right, he only has a week to finish this. Alright, here goes, time to get digging after what felt like forever, his hyena paws soon hit something.

    Uncovering something quite strange, the young adult rose an eyebrow. What is this weird round shaped treasure chest? Opening it up, at least hundreds of photos had been knocked out. Okay, now, this is weird. Why did the scout want him to find this? Whatever, time to go home. Slipping back through his window, the young adult caught some zzes.

    Weekend passing him by, the young adult kept himself on the downlow for the time being. Would finishing this all too soon make him look like he was trying too hard? Maybe. But, would getting everything done at last second maybe make the dude tell him he's not interested anymore? Possibly. The definitely seemed like it the far more likely outcome here. Sigh.

    Returning to classes as the next day rolled over, the young adult wondered. Would his classmates agree to join him? He supposed, perhaps it was worth a try, maybe. Or, maybe not? Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask, perhaps. Heading off towards the familiar group, looks of doom had soon come his way. Oh, no, he knew that look. Something's not right.

    "My Uncle contacted you, didn't he?" Vidame asked.

    "Wait, that scout's your Uncle?" Faxi asked.

    "Yup, just like that good for nothing Officer Naofa is your cousin." She twirled her hair.

    "Sibling, actually." Faxi corrected.

    "Whatever, so, anyway, I'm worried about him milking you, or whatever, so even if you weren't intending on asking me, I'm joining you, okay?" Vidame said.

    "Me, too, then," Faxi said. "I'm sure my good for nothing sibling will try to stop you."

    "You two are hopeless, you know that?" Zhulong asked. "I'll join your little crew, too. He needs like, seven chimeras, right?" The then eyeballed Panlong.

    "Dunna why you're looking at me for?" Panlong asked. "I woulda said yes if he asked, anyway."

    "Yew know, I guess I'll go, too," Mysi said. "I don't got anythink betta to do." She then turned towards Azur.

    "Why are you glaring at me for?" Azur asked. "Fine, since you're stringing me along, I'll also go."

    "Since you're all hopeless without me, I'll go too!" Miotal cried.

    "Listen, you nerd!" Everyone shouted.

    Smile painting his face, the chimera wondered. When should he head for that man's office? Maybe he should wait until tomorrow? That sounded about right. Showing the QR Code for everyone to see, everyone agreed to head there tomorrow afternoon after classes. But, would this really work out as planned? He didn't know. This was definitely going to be too good to be true, probably. At least, that's how things were feeling at the moment.

    Returning home that evening, the young adult walked around in a circle in his room. Would this really go alright? Maybe it wouldn't. Or, maybe he's overthinking it? That sounded about right. He's definitely overthinking this. Surely, it will go fine. After all, he did everything he asked. Dozing off that evening, he prayed everything would go according to plan.

    And, then the moment arrived, evening after classes let out.

    Arriving at some creepy abandoned alleyway with flickering streetlights, the young adult almost wanted to bite his fingernails off. Was this place really safe? Vidame called her Uncle weird all the time. All he could think about while working on his boring still life painting in class today was that. He really isn't some undercover cop, right? All his fingers and toes were currently crossed at such thoughts.

    "Well, here it is," Vidame said, gulping. She then turned to Miotal. "Miotal, if you know what's good for you, do not run your smart mouth in front of my Uncle, got it?"

    "Inconceivable! I'm being silenced!" Miotal cried.

    Knocking on the door, a very loud come in had come his way. Preparing himself, his eyes wandered. Please, don't let this guy be lying that he's some undercover cop, or something, if this was all a setup, he is so getting cuffed. Penguin man's hands folded on the table, his heart froze, oh no, that look. Yeah, he's cooked.

    "I must say, I'm impressed!" Esquire shouted, clapping. "You managed to gather seven chimeras over the weekend! I take it you got the picture of the graffiti on the wall, too?"

    |Yup, here you go.| A written note said. As he put such down, his phone had been lifted up.

    "Amazing, wonderful!" Esquire cried, clapping. "And, what about the treasure beneath the tree?"

    |Got that, too.| A written note said, opening the treasure chest.

    "Impressive! I knew you were the one! You did this all in four days?" The claps continued.

    |Well, actually, if I'm being honest with you, I went to get the treasure at three in the morning after we had our conversation. So, we have a deal, right?| A written note asked.

    "Of course, consider it done! We'll start building next week!" The claps continued.

    "Uncle, wait!" Vidame cried.

    Vidame holding her palm up, the young adult rose an eyebrow. Is something wrong? Why is she calling for a halt? Wait, is this about the cops? Oh, no. Right, the cops are always patrolling the area near the wall, they'll so get caught. The abandoned renting spaces near that area were also off limits, or whatever.

    "Ugh, I have told you a million times now to call me big sister, Vidame!" Esquire shouted.

    "You know, the empty lot near the wall is off limits to rent, right?" Vidame asked. "My friend here would know. His sibling's a cop."

    "Uh, yeah, and my sibling is one of those cops, they like, emulate American cops, or something dunno," Faxi said, eyes wander.

    "Ew," Panlong said.

    "Yeah, can't help but agree there," Zhulong said, strong.

    "Um, actually, your sibling acts more like--" Miotal tried to say, but a million shhs had come his way.

    "Siwence!" Mysi cried. "Gwonups are tawking here!" She then coughed up a storm. "Sorry, grownups are talking here!"

    "Does it matter Faxi's sibling is a cop?" Azur asked. "I've heard they're really bad at their job anyway."

    Penguin man clapping his hands together, the hyena flinched. Ah, no, he can feel the opportunity to do this start to slip away! Maybe he should have just asked his father to help him out instead. Well, it was a little too late for that now, the die had been cast. Sigh, maybe he made a mistake. A big one? Actually, nah, he probably made a decent call here, possibly. Asking questions is a good thing, right.

    "Worry not about that pesky Officer Naofa, I have a permit to do whatever I want!" Esquire cried. "And, besides, the cops are scared of me anyway. Don't worry, I can get them under my thumb in a second."

    "Um, alright, if you say so, Uncle," Vidame said. "So, you want us to come to the empty lot of the abandoned business lot near the wall, right?"

    "Yup, that's right, so see you then, tootles!" Esquire cried, waving.

    Vidame soon guiding everyone out, the chimera could feel the second thoughts piling one after another. Should he really do all this? Maybe he should text this man back to tell him no can do. But, it was already too late, their paths had crossed. Continuing on with boring still life painting in class for the next seven days, the day had arrived to start the project rather slowly.

    But, the stars felt as though they were falling out of the sky. Cops everywhere within line of sight, the graffiti artist gulped. This wasn't going to end well at all, was it? Ah, no, he's definitely going to get caught and behind bars. He knew his extracurricular activity would put him at risk someday, but maybe this was too high brow of being able to do all that.

    Or, perhaps, luck was on his side, for now. Weeks going by with not a single loser police officer coming by, multiple special walls has been built for spray paint. Other facilities being added as the months went on, the entire abandoned space had been transformed as the new year had been close to rolling in. But, as the final touches had been approaching as the hundred day mark kicked in, a pesky obstacle took the stage.

    "Hands up, all of you!" Officer Naofa shouted. "You are building in a no rent zone!"

    Hands trembling, the hyena almost rose his hands up. But, he shook his head. Nope, no way, he's not listening to this chimera. Sorry mother, wherever she was, sorry father, if he's going down, it may as well be protecting something he actually stood for. Nope, sorry, forget it officer, he's staying put!

    "Oh, no, the cops found us!" Mysi cried.

    Everyone else chattering, the hyena kept his hands down. He's not going to surrender, not here. Not after all this hard work, forget that. This cop who failed to catch him with spraying down his masterpieces can suck on a lollipop and hightail it! Please, Esquire save their rumps. He's got something up their sleeve, right?

    "Oh, really, a no rent zone, hmm?" Esquire said. "Officer, you can drop it because I own this land. In fact, before this wall was even built, I ran things around here. So, can you go?"

    "Oh, really? And do you have proof of that?" Officer Naofa asked.

    "Ask anyone who used to come here, and they'll tell you the same thing!" Esquire cried, eyes on Vidame.

    "It's true, officer, now can you please go?" Vidame asked.

    Building permit held up, the hyena blinked of bewilderment. Esquire sure had everything thought up, didn't he? Man, this dude sure is impressive. Cop stomping off in a hissy fit, the building and construction continued for what felt like forever as the early winter months transitioned into spring faster than the blink of an eye.

    And, then the day arrived, opening day. The first day of spring in South Berlin, the anniversary of the day that wretched wall was built. Hundreds of chimeras and even some humans squeaking in, the world was full of sprayed down color. Everything hustling and bustling a smile appeared on the young adult's face. A graffiti amusement center, now, this was the life.

    Penguin man pulling him aside into his office as the first day of business had concluded, sweat mounted on the hyena's neck. Oh, no, had he not worked hard enough? Maybe he didn't work too well setting everything up. If there was one mistake, he'll take full responsibility! Half responsibility? No, full responsibility. It would be his fault.

    "I'd like to thank you once again for helping me out with all this, girly!" Esquire said. "And, you still even managed to make more masterpieces whenever not assisting me in building this place, you should be proud!"

    Claps coming his way, the chimera let out a barely audible giggle. Well, it's not like he never made time to do some extracurricular activities, after all. Besides, his dumb art lecture was still doing all the nitty, gritty boring stuff. He needed to let off some steam somehow. Twirling his hair, he wondered. Where was this conversation about to go, anyway? He can't help but feel something was about to happen.

    |No problem. I was happy to help you out. It's not like I have a job outside of school. And, my home life is kind of dull and boring and all that. So, I had plenty of time to lend you a hand.| A written note said.

    Penguin man putting his hand on his chin, the hyena folded his hands on the table. Uh, why does he look like that? What could he possibly be thinking right now? He didn't know. In the near half a year he's known this guy, he's never been able to read him for even a second. But, whatever he was thinking, he should probably prepare himself for anything and everything.

    "Don't have a job, huh?" Esquire asked, hands folded on his desk in tandem. "That's perfect, I knew you were the one!" He giggled as he exclaimed such. "Why don't you work here and help me run the place? I'll pay you super pretty. And, don't worry about it interfering with your boring art classes at your college. I'll only have you work the evenings and weekends."

    Proposal coming his way, the hyena's eyes wandered. Should he accept this job? But, would he have time for extracurricular activities? Well, probably, this would likely only be part-time. Penguin man telling him that if they had a deal to extend his hand, he gazed at his palm for a moment. Should he really do this? Maybe he shouldn't. Can he have a second to think about this?

    Hearing the cheers in the other room, the young adult let out a barely audible dreamy sigh. Well, he did help build this place, so he should probably help run it, right? As long as he doesn't have to use his lips or anything, maybe this would be a fine job for him. Extending his hand, a smile graced his face as the handshake had been completed.

    From now on, he's the Graffiti Amusement Center Queen of South Berlin.



    Now, honestly, giving this one a title that fits was hard. But, I feel like what I picked makes sense? Ah, well, anyway.

    [PokeCommunity.com] Mulberry Winterchill IngenuityHere is Graffiti Siorc. To be perfectly honest, this ended up being a lot longer than I bargained for (11,000 words, golly.) To think this was born from an idea I had about graffiti centers where you can spray paint on walls legally. Aha, so this was pretty self indulgent! In any case, next week is Naga Siorc. Which, I'm a bit nervous about it, not going to lie.
     
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