Mels and eden do fruity stuff in a 1950's evacord fanfiction

Chapter 1, Mels goes to the post office in 1950s California

It was a sweltering hot day in good ol 1950's USA. Mels, a member of the Eva-cord mod family was attempting to enjoy her last bit of relaxation before her life changed...forever......

Mels hated her family, ever since her best friend Bernie left cali to pursue freedom elsewhere, she felt trapped working with the evacord(trademark symbol here, unless trademarks weren't a thing in the 50s I don't know) factory, dealing with its obnoxious employees and even worse managers....

"Dozing off again!" exclaimed Weaver "You've not done a single bit of modding today.....and that pisses me off.." Mel's chooses to ignore this provocation.... "one day when I become a breakcore producer I'm going to get away from this life" she mumbles under her breath. "Wtf is a breakcore, this is the 1950s" replies her fellow mod, "whatever if you take those image perms appeal letters and take them down to the post office across from the bar I'll let your laziness slide", Mel's gets up and begins to heave the massive box of letters, she soon realised the best she can do is drag the box along the floor, dragging it across the bustling pavements of California in the 1950's

Meanwhile, 3 of the best, coolest characters of the entire fanfiction are discussing something standing at the entrance of the bar. "man, that was a good shift, I only got called the hard r like twice today" says spooky, "bro we've only been working for 10 minutes" retorts his good chum delirium "at least we can quit now, we finally got that brand-new car. I'm very sure nothing will happen to our new car or that post office across the street that will set this story in motion". Eden, a fellow co worker at the thrice upon a time bar (no affiliation with evacord factory) sat in delirium's sleek new bright red 1950 Jaguar XK120. "Im telling you spooky, if all cars were roofless like our new ride society would just be so muc-"delirium is cut-off by the noise of Eden crashing the car straight into the post office absolutely decimating the weak un double glazed 1950's glass. "MY 1950 JAGUARXK120!!!!!!!!!!!!" delirium exclaimed. Eden twiddled her thumbs "I don't know anything about cars......" they muttered.

Mels just so happened to be inside the very same post office, e became incredibly angry "do you know who I am, ill explode you with my demon powers you stupid little rodent ill vaporise you" she screamed out of anger after being startled by the 1950 Jaguar XK120 crashing into the post office, but as soon as she locked eyes with eden she stopped in her tracks, her weakness for bimbos kicked in, paralysing her where she stood. "my bad It was an accident" Eden said in a manner so casual one would think they just spilt a cup of water and not severely injured 70 people in a vehicular accident. Eden, spooky, and delirium quickly fled the scene. Mels stood hornswoggled as a the car radio turned on, playing the hit 1920 Broadway song "My Little Bimbo Down on the Bamboo Isle" by Grant Clarke and Walter Donaldson.