Janta Noyes and the True Meaning of Choir

Janta's New Career

Marli is all grown up now. The chamber sleigh wasn't exactly what she dreamed of when she was a kid. After a long and grueling choir journey, tossing and turning over notes and rhythms, she finally wiggled herself out Janta's wet grip. 

Marli took it upon herself to start a sociopolitical movement against that male-manipulator Christmas tyrant. Janta's victims rose in the streets, singing out in D-minor, doing all they could to take that jolly ol' freak down.

Their soulful voices didn't go unheard. Janta had to step down from his yuletide cult leader position and flee from the hotspot with his long lost lover. Marli didn't regret what she did, it had to be done, but couldn't help but wonder: Where is the big man now?

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Marli never gave up on her musical talents. So, she did what any teenage girl with a passion would do: go on Omegle! She spent her days and nights belting out classics from the hit TV show Glee, channeling her inner Kurt Hummel. Her audience loved her and her luxurious vocals. One lonely night, as she skipped through the 'politics' tag, she halted upon an interesting figure. She was caught off guard by the shining bald spot complimented by soft pink cat ears. His cheeks were blushed to perfection and had eyeliner so sharp it could cut diamonds. He looked tired, his wrinkles exhausted from the weight of colorful LEDs illuminating his scraggly bones. 

"What a whore..." she whispered under her breath.

"That was painfully out of tune, Macaroni."

Marli froze, her vocal chords pulsated as the words stuck to her throat. Could it be?

"J-Janta?" she fumbled over the name. It's been years.

"Satisfied, Maraca?" he smirked. "Are you satifisfied with who I've become? The person-- the cat boy you forced me to be?"

Marli was still in utter shock. But she couldn't help but ogle at the elder's tight-fitting maid dress.

"Money's been tight," Janta continued. "I come on here to promote my OnlyFans. Kevin and I sure do put the work in."

"Still a freak of nature, I see," Marli muttered, without a single emotion crossing her face.

"A freak in the bed, too," he meows slyly.

Marli was horrified. Traumatized, even. Intrusive thoughts flood her brain. How is that tail moving? Is it clipped on or is it stuffed into his--

She is interrupted by soft purring coming from her laptop speakers.

"Marli, I hope you know this isn't our last meeting."

He said her name. Her real name. He must be deadly serious. Should she be worried?

Before she could get a word out, Janta taps his ESC button twice, and just like that, he disappeared up that metaphorical chimney once again.

Should I be worried? She thought to herself once again. What does that Christmas kitty have up his sleeve?