Disclaimer: She/Her pronouns, apologies for that.
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"Woah! Look at all the colours!"
"And her voice!"
"How can she move like that!?"
"Especially with heels like that-"
"Isn't she a cyborg like the captain?"
"I recall so, yes."
J just about had it with the chatting.
Arms crossed, he marched into Rin's room where all the boys were propped up against the head of the bed, sprawled out in every direction.
"What in the world are you boys watching!?" He snapped. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing for tomorrow's performance??"
Every single one of them screamed in their autotuned voice.
"Sir- sir! Uh we were-"
"We were watching-"
"Have you heard of-"
"Sir, we're so sorry-"
"Please don't yell-”
They all tried to come up with excuses at the same time.
J held up a hand to silence them.
"One at a time, please. Rin, you can start."
Rin sat up, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"Sir, we were, uh, watching that new artist, the uh-"
"She goes by Bad Bitch." Zimelu finished with no hesitation.
"Zim, dude!" Purl hissed, slapping his brother's arm.
J sighed, shaking his screen.
"Yes, I've heard of her. What's so special about her?"
The boys stumbled over the bed to hold up each of their phones to show the video they were watching, talking at the same time again.
"Boys. Boys- Boys!"
They froze up.
"For your performance tomorrow, do I need to contact her for a collab?"
"Please!!" They shouted in unison.
J jumped at the sudden exclamation then snickered.
"Alright, alright, I'll go do that. Just please, get to practicing."
"Yes sir!"
J walked back to his office and plopped down into his swivel chair, spinning back and forth.
"Would she even answer? She's got her head so far up her own ass, she doesn't think about anyone else-" he sharply inhaled to keep himself from slinging something across the room.
He hooked up his screen to the phone and dialed for Tatiana.
It rung a few times before his boss's voice came through in surround sound, as well as her face popping up into his view.
"Yes, Neon J?"
"I have no idea how to ask this and I'm going to regret this-"
"Spit it out."
"Your new artist, that vibrantly annoying kid-"
"As vibrant as she is, she's actually our age, J. She lost majourity of her body to a car crash. She became an artist to hide that past, and her arrogance hides fear of insignificance. So hold your tongue when speaking about and with her, Neon J.
"Now, what business do you have with (Y/N)?"
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Fanfiction{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE} This game doesn't get nearly enough attention, it's so good. Cover edited. Edited by me, art all by Metronomik, of course.
