(Modern! Reader X Onepiece) Superstars Unite

Concert: Continues (•□•:)

This whole chapter is devoted to xlittle0humanx my favorite fan of all time X'3 (and to all you people out there who think it's unfair to have a favorite, we all know parents have favorites no matter how hard they deny it, so I won't bother lying that I don't)

Plus, I dunno if any of you did some kind of prayers or called satan for help or something, but I'm feeling a lot better ^^ thanks to ya'll who had my back :D

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

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As Scratchmen cheerfully waved the screaming crowd goodbye while doing a small jig, Bege merely rolled his eyes with a deep scowl at the ridiculous behavior the other was showing and calmly walked onto the empty stage as if nothing was wrong.

Sometimes he wondered why he ever decided to work alongside such incompetent fools? I mean, what was up with dancing? He was just as popular with the crowd as any of them yet he never felt the need to dance for these mere commoners.

Play us like pawns and relentlessly confine,

A picture of two different colored pawns in a game of chess appeared onto the screen and suddenly, it flashed and the brown pawn was bloodstained with the white snapped in half.

Into living up to gender roles and having absent minds~

Then the screened showed two young black figures, the one on the right had a bright white smile that mirrored the other's, but had pigtails and a spring dress, while the one on the left had a blue jersey and a pair of foggy glasses.

Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?~

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?~

Then the image of the two toddlers flashed and the two of them appeared again but in the same attire of, black tights, black sweaters and hunched backs to try and hide the spray paint cans behind their backs with naughty smiles plastered onto their faces.

Like, hush now, don't say, don't say~

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

Bounded all thoughts and corrected common sense, you're raising suicidals with your predetermined titles like "a mess" "distressed" "I am unimpressed" "you're excess"~

With every statement, a flash of a knife or a bloodstain appeared on the screen and made the audience shuffle when strange chills went down their spines.

"A dress, is all you'll ever be"~

Gender roles impose control and deceive progressive times~

Welcome to the land of the broken minds~

Now the two kids appeared onto the screen again, but this time they looked even older and had glistening knifes hiding behind their backs this time with almost demonic smiles on their faces.

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~