Third person
"Alright, I did it, Zane's go!" She shouted as she rushed hurriedly to the back. Aphmau had always wanted to her Zane sing, even if it was horrific. She had heard him once when he was singing a long to a song in my little horsie and it was okay. However, Aphmau shrugged it off because not everybody sings at their best when they are mumbling along to a song in a show meant for five year old girls. She did want Sam to go but she had heard Sam sing plenty of times, this may be her only chance to hear her emo friend sing. "W-what?" Zane asked with surprise. "It's your go!" Aphmau said as she pushed him to the front with a big grin.
Zane mumbled some inaudible things when he was finally standing in front of the TV. He groaned as everyone cheered for him. He hasn't sang in front of anyone, ever. Even worse, for him, was that Garroth was there. He sighed as he excepted his fate. He slowly pulled down his mask and everyone gasped. None of them had really seen him with out his mask. Aphmau was silently freaking out because of his freckles, in the back, with Sam.
I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listenin' or I'm indifferent
Truly, I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it but really
I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who don't even care about my well-being
I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a girlfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party
I'll be here, somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this girl who's hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I'll be over here
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me
But honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen
To some music with the message (like we usually do)
And we'll discuss our big dreams
How we plan to take over the planet
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it
That I'll be here
Not there in the kitchen with the girl
Who's always gossiping about her friends
So tell them I'll be here
Right next to the boy who's throwing up 'cause
He can't take what's in his cup no more
Oh God why am I here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Hours later congregating next to the refrigerator
Some girl's talking 'bout her haters
She ain't got none
How did it ever come to this
I shoulda never come to this
So holla at me I'll be in the car when you're done
I'm standoffish, don't want what you're offering
And I'm done talking
Awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready
And I'm standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yo I'll be over here
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh
I ask myself what am I doing here?
Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here
And I can't wait till we can break up outta here
Everyone was silent through out the whole song. As soon as he was finished, he quickly put his mask back on. "Why haven't you sang for us before?" Aphmau as she gaped at him. "Yeah, your voice is amazing," Sam complimented. "That's something coming from Sam," Aphmau pointed out. "True," Sam said whilst he nodded his head in agreement. "Sam, you have some competition," The girl said as she lightly punched Sam in the arm. "Looks like it, I really need to up my game," The bunny hybrid admitted. Zane stared at the pair as they bickered on. He smiled as he thought to himself 'Did they script this? They sound like they are in a terribly written fan fiction by a British twelve year old with insomnia!' He sat down in his seat, which was obviously in the far corner of the living space.
"Well, I guess it's your go Sam," Aphmau said as she patted her friend on the back. Sam flicked a strand of his black dyed hair out of his face. "Oh, no, I've already sang today!" He said as he shook his head. "Was it in this contest?" Aphmau asked rhetorically. "Well, no-" He said before he was cut off by his short friend forcing him to the front. "Have a taste of your own medicine!" Aphmau called as she skipped back to the wall she was leaning on previously. Aphmau smiled as she put up her thumbs.
Sam had only got to sing two lines.
I felt a break in a sacred place where your hands don't heal
These are the reasons you're ruled by the things you feel
Then there was a knock on the door. It wasn't a friendly knock, however, it was a furious. Sam silently thanked god as he smiled to himself.
Katelyn decided to answer it after the forth knock. Everyone waited in silence for her to return. Aphmau had grown curious, bored and impatient after about two seconds. She leaned her head back so she could get a glimpse at who was standing at the door. The person, more rather, people who stood before her blue haired friend, mortified her. 'It's the S.W.A.T team!' She said in mind connect, slightly panicking. 'If worse comes to worse, your name is Alan and you are my twin brother, our birthday is on the sixteenth of October 1989,' She instructed. Sam didn't say anything. He was to busy trying to calm himself down.
"My name is David, I kindly ask you to leave the house at once and join my comrades and I in the street. Anyone who does not wish to co-operate will be arrested immediately." The man said as he showed his badge for proof. On it was his name and some other stuff but on the top it read 'Supernatural Warfare attack team'. Everyone nodded understandingly yet fear was evident in their eyes.Sam and Aphmau had no choice but to follow.
They all trudged outside to be greeted by the whole street and about twenty five S.W.A.T officers. The one at the front was most likely the head. He put his hand up and almost instantly everyone stopped talking. "We are on the search for two very dangerous criminals and we have our suspicions that one of them is one you!" He shouted. "Their names are Samuel Gladiator and Jessica, the rest of her name is unknown!" He shouted, holding two pictures of Sam and Aph when they were about eleven. "From our information, we know that they are both 26 and this is the last photos we have of them!" Someone else said. "We are going to be doing a search of all of your houses, nothing will be damaged and only things that we think are necessary will be taken as evidence!" He shouted. "We ask you to remain outside until the searches are done, thank you!" A female voice shouted. They all then scattered into their assigned houses. 'This is bad!' Aphmau said in mind connect. 'Really? I couldn't tell,' Sam replied sarcastically. Aphmau sighed. 'I have a gun in my closet!'
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