Seven's a Crowd, but Fourteen is Better!

62 1 3
                                    

Everyone except Cake was still in shock, while he only smiled awkwardly.


"It's hard to wrap your head around how the band acts," he says, still the only one who isn't frozen or screaming louder than ever. 


After a minute of Cake worrying, a small hand patted the top of his head. Price Tag Immediately turned their head over in Cake's direction. Pie seemed much cooler up closer, but she seemed to act more lazily off stage.


"Are you seven coming to the resturant?" she says, now on her phone. "Its 3 minutes away. That also makes fourteen," Pie continues without Price Tag nor Cake's response.



"I guess we cant back out," he finally says to Taggy, which started inspecting Pie's outfit. "May I see how your stage outfits are made?" they ask, eyes sparkling. Pie only nodded, and gestured for the band to walk down the hall. "Luckily, the resturant is part of the venue."


The others seemed to snap out of their trance, and Pie lead them into their room. Looking at the professionals just having fun looked alien to Book, who then bumped into the lead guitarist.


"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there, I was minding my own-"


"It's okay," Tree said, smiling at her. "It's no big deal." He says, extending her hand to help Book up. Suprisingly, she took her hand unfazed. Meanwhile, the youngest of the bunch and Naily began running around the room, with Pie trying to stop them. Inevitably, the two landing into Remote. An instant wind cooled them with Remote only blinking at them crashing into her.


"Marker, you need to stop latching onto me whenever you're hot." she scolds. There was a bit of silence between the two before Naily broke the tension.


"Wait a sec," she says, getting off of the floor. "Why is it so hot in the resturant, but when me and Marker fell onto Remote, it was suprisingly colder? I could also hear whirring comming from her."


Marker stopped whatever he was doing, and looked straight at Naily.


"She's.."


"She's what?" 


"She's not human," he finished. "Does that explain where her inner cooling comes from?" 


"Yeah, kinda." she responded, now waving her hand over Remote's eyes. Unresponsive.

Looking at her full outfit, she had two black plastic-like sleeves with a few buttons. Her eyes were also dual-toned, one red, one grey.


A bottle of water was thrown towards Marker. Remote instantly flinched, as the former caught it, and begins gulping it down. A small giggle came from the corner.


"Lightning, you know you can't throw stuff across the room," Tree firmly told him, directing his attention from talking with Book.


"But Marker was thirsty!! Im too lazy to get up.." 


Memories of Music - BFDI:TPOT AUWhere stories live. Discover now