The Band's Anti-Harmony

BANG BANG INTO THE ROOM-- (blood warning eh-)

((Lotsa timeskip i guess cause i cant write for shirt also, 1371 words wow- Also also, All of the expression in the picture are me while writing this. Alsoalsoalsoalso, those are the hooman versons of the band yeah ok bye-))

"So why'd you call me over?" Nano asks in a gruff voice. His arms were crossed and he seemed stiff and emotionless. Dorito takes a deep breath.

"I uh, I wanted to talk about the band...."

"Which band? The one who's meets you've been skipping for the past month and a half?!" Nano snaps. Dorito cringes slightly.

"I- Y-yes.. I wanted to talk to you about my role in the band..."

"The one I had to fill while you ditched us?"

Dorito clenched his fists but kept them at his sides.

"Oh? But that doesn't add up! What role did you have to play? The role of having nothing to do because everyone takes your jobs and chances at success away from you?" Dorito retaliated. Nano pushes the door to Dorito's room closed then locks it.

"Oh, you had a LOT you could have done, but you never even started most of them so I did them myself. I knew you were never going to complete them, might as well take matters into my own hands if you're not going to do anything." He states the words as if they were facts, "I figured that maybe it would be like repaying you for letting me into the band, but then you started ditching us. Because of that, I had to handle BOTH of our shit AND babysit the other two whiny-ass girls." Dorito shook his head in disbelief, how the hell could Nano think that!? None of that shit was even true!

"Excuse me, I don't know what weird universe you're living in, but I WAS doing my jobs. I was writings songs, I was helping Accordion with her vocal exercises, I was booking gigs, AND I was emotional support for the whole band. Buuuut, you ignored everything I had to say! You took my songs and threw them in the trash, you made Accordion strain then lose her voice because of the trash you were having us play, you called all the gigs I arranged 'not good enough for your standards', you digitalise EVERYTHING to the point where it doesn't even make sense to have a live concert! Not to mention how much you're stressing TIppy out with all the album covers you're making them create. Oh yeah, and YOU KEEP CALLING TIPPY A GIRL!!"

"Well, At least I'm actually trying to get the band on track of well, being a band. We aren't some emotional support group. We're a group of musicians that are trying to get from 0 to 100 in any way we can."

"Actually, I was trying, and I am STILL trying. I just wanted to ask if I could come back to the band and resume my place. AND all of my roles, INCLUDING being the LEADER of the band." Dorito stands as tall as he can, trying to look assertive while Nano seemed to be struggling to hold back from lashing out again, "From what I've heard, you aren't doing so well. When was the last gig since I left?"

Nano sent a hard punch at dorito. Dorito didn't even have time to react, the punch hit him straight in the face, right onto his left eye. Dorito dropped to the floor of his bedroom, cupping his eye in his hands.

"You need to learn when to shut up Dorito." Nano says. Dorito shot him a glare through his right eye. He slowly moved his hand away from his eye, which was starting to swell due to the force of the punch.

"Plus, what even makes you qualified to lead a Band? You cant even talk to anyone without stuttering,"

"At least I actually care about the mental states of my bandmates!"

"How can you get anything done if you're always out with your other friends instead of being at the band meets?"

"The only reason I wasn't going to them if because of how you were treating me! I used to be able to create great songs with the band! But after you accepted my invite, you've made EVERYTHING about you and about what YOU wanted what YOU thought the band needed! There's more than one person in a BAND you know!"

"But again, that's not everything a band is, Memey. I know for a fact that someone who leads a band needs to know how to make decisions. And are you good at that? Let me think.... NO! You can't even decide what girl you like without having a breakdown about their reactions! How can a band trust their leader to make decisions if they have breakdowns every time they need to make one?"

"Well, uh..." Dorito pushes himself up to face Nano again, his eye now swollen shut, "Choosing what girl I like isn't what gives me that anxiety. It's how they would react to who I chose. Plus, it's not like you're any better at making decisions. I mean, you can't even decide which parent you're gonna live with. You always talk like you know exactly who but you never decide to actually decide!"

A dark blur goes over Nano's eyes.

"You little bitch...."

He grabs Dorito by the arm. He holds his hand up as a green light flashed from it, leaving a gun in his hands.

"That snarky little comment is gonna cost ya, Memey. I should've thought of this before I came over, this conversation was such a waste of time." He points the gun in between Dorito's eyes. Dorito tries to get away but Nano pushes him against the wall and holds both of Dorito's arms in his left hand so Dorito can't move.

"Wh-What are you doing!? L-let go of me!! Don't shoot me!"

"Why not huh? It's not like anyone would care." Nano says, the blur glitching into glasses. He smiles like a psychopath, He tightens his grip on the gun and pulls the trigger.

An ear splitting bang filled the room. Dorito lets out a loud scream, falling down when Nano lets go of him. Dorito was clutching his left arm, which was bleeding heavily. He was breathing as if he was drowning and tears were flooding out of his eyes.

"I figure I might as well make you hurt till I actually kill you. It's not like you'd do much use to me if you're dead." The gun vanishes from his hand in another flash of green light. He freezes when he hears Dorito's brother on the other side of the locked door.

"Memey!?!? Nano?!? What the hell was that noise?!" Dorito opened his mouth to answer his brother but Nano stepped on his mouth to prevent him from doing so. Dorito's brother started knocking on the door.

"MEMEY, NANO, WHAT WAS THAT NOISE!?" He yells. Nano brushes non-existent dust off his legs and and clears his throat.

"Oh, it wasn't anything too bad really! I just fell and hit the wall really hard..."

"Hitting the wall doesn't make that loud of a noise dimwit! What's going on in there!? Why isn't my brother responding me!??! Memey!? Are you okay!?!?"

"Oh I assure you, Dorito is fine. If you don't stop shouting, I can't guarantee that he will be when I leave." He raises his hand up and the gun appears with a flash again.

"Wh- WHat did you do!? Why isn't he responding!? Memey- Memeypleaserespond-"

"Why does no one in your family ever listen? Oh well..." Nano presses his foot down harder onto dorito's face then aims at the same arm he had already hit. He fires another bullet into Memey Boi's arm, then takes his foot off of his face. Dorito instantly started hissing in pain and tried to say words but the pain of two bullets in his arm was too much and he couldn't get the words out.

"MEMEY!! MEMEY ARE YOU OKAY OH GOD WERE THOSE GUNSHOTS WHAT THE FUCK OH GOD MEMEY PLEASE ARE YOU OKAY!?!!!!"

Nano shoots the window then throws a beanbag out it. He climbs out the window and jumps onto the beanbag, rolling so he didn't hurt himself, then ran off, leaving his former best friend to bleed out while locked in their own bedroom and their brother crying over the door.