I ONLY OWN OC'S!
And trust me –There's gonna be A LOT of oc's!
Chapter 1/ Prologue: Musical Mayhem
"Bring it in this way, fellas." said to the men. They obeyed his commands and brought over the piece of machinery over towards Hero's Duty and Pac-Man. They put it in facing diagonal between Hero's Duty and Pac-man, while the other men brought in some plastic instruments. They plugged in the game console and instantly the screen started to glow a bright white. The bold pop out sign above the screen flashed, and then glowed a brilliant yellow as the odd purple game console was starting to work. The screen started to clear up a bit, and on the screen was a girl.
She had chocolate skin, long blonde hair that was brushed down to the left side of her face, a yellow corset with black stripes and straps, a black skirt that was puffy and stopped above her knees, black high heels, and white lace. She wore a pink flower in her hair, white gloves, and a black beret –So you could tell she was an artist, and a black chocker with white lace. She was in a type of bedroom –It had wooden floors, yellow and black striped walls, a bed in the shape of a circle with yellow comforters, a large brown rug in the middle of the room, a work desk near the left corner of the room, a window that took up that entire wall, and paintings on the wall. There were instruments all around the room as the sun shined through the glass. The girl was sitting on a brown chair in front of the desk and was sleeping peacefully as the words Musical Mayhem danced across the screen in red –Literally! Then, they plugged in the plastic instruments.
"Thanks, boys!" thanked as he signed something on a clipboard and handed it to one of the workers. One of them saluted to him as they left the Arcade.
"Ohh~ I wanna play!" A random kid said.
"No, I'm playing first!" Another screeched. They kids went on a wild rampage about who was playing first.
"Hey, hey! Hold your horse's kids! We're all gonna get a turn, soon! But I get a test game!" cheered gleefully. All the kids groaned as pulled out a quarter from his pocket, and pushed it inside the slot.
An alarm went off and I jumped. I looked around, and realized I was in a room. "Ah, it's working." A voice said. I immediately looked in the direction the source of the voice would probably be, and immediately recognized where I was.
I was in a Game. I'm in the Game. I'm a part of the Game.
The words Musical Mayhem danced across the screen in red, and it felt like I had knew what to do, and that I had to do something. I walked to the left side of the giant letters as I squinted at a glass screen with my chocolate colored eyes. It zoomed in a lot closer it seems and I could see through it. I turned my body towards the large letters a bit with my hands on my hips and read it out aloud as my mouth moved on its own.
"Welcome to Musical Mayhem. You came to me, so I've got a challenge for you!" I said with a strong, bold tone. "Oh! A tuff one!" The man said. I mentally snickered –Darn right I am!
"Select your challenge." I said. He looked around the utensils of my game before finally picking up the black pointer shaped like an eighth note. He clicked Bang a Drum and a white screen consumed the room I was once in. I was standing in what looked like a forest, and had two tall drums (I forgot what they were called) in front of me with two sticks in my hands. I felt a weird fuzziness zooming in my head and saw codes appear before my eyes. I looked at each one as they zoomed by and even though they were going fast enough that I couldn't read them, somehow it's like it loaded itself in my code and became a part of me. I blinked and it went away. "You've selected your challenge, so here's what you do. I'm gonna bang my drums, and you've got to try and catch up to my speed –Which I doubt you will!" I challenged. "Find your drums, and bang twice when you're ready." I instructed. He did as I said, and smiled with a short giggle. I felt a warmness, and felt… happy.
I'm a part of this game. I'm the main superstar here. It's… my game. It's Musical Mayhem… My game.
Purple music notes appeared in front of me, and I played the first set.
"C'mon, you can't repeat?" I asked him mockingly. He laughed a bit, and copied my movements. And so it went on, I played and he copied, but of course, he kind of stunk because I went faster and faster each time he copied the set I played. In the end, I won, and he was brought back to the main menu.
"Select your challenge." I instructed to him again.
He chose a new challenge called Violent Violinist.
"Pick up your violin and you must repeat what I do. If you play it wrong, or get the wrong pitch, then I automatically win. Let us begin!"
Then, I began to start with an easy song. And so, this went on as I played and he, once again, had to copy –But really sucked since he complained about not knowing how to play a violin. In the end, he lost and I won.
"Keep up, Hun! 'Cause I'm already in the lead!" I mocked. He laughed, and selected another challenge called Mr. Saxobeat (A/N: YES! IT IS BASED ON THAT SONG!) I played the song Mr. Saxobeat on the saxophone, and he tried his best to hit the purple floating notes that floated by. In the end, I got a score of 70 out of 100 and he got 30 out of 100.
"Select a new challenge." I instructed once again. He clicked Random Piano.
"I'll play a beat, and the keys I play will glow purple. You've got to remember which one glowed. Let's begin!" I cried. I played some keys, and he copied, but missed one, making the game grunt and me flinch. So this went on, and in the end, he lost with a score of 30/100. I bent down, and looked at sign I noticed on the ground, and my body moved and picked it up on its own. I held up the sign above my head and gave him a pitiful smile. On the sign in blue with small butterflies, dots, hearts, and stars, it said "Sorry."
The words game over danced in front of the screen. I sighed in relief, glad it was over. The game beeped again, and I jumped, and immediately looked at the screen and put on a challenging smile. The boy who looked to be a teenager laughed.
"Sweet!" he said. I said my lines again and mentally sighed.
This is going to be a long… night.
~ 3 hours later…~
I stood in place and in character, as I watched , the arcade owner, pack up his stuff and make his way to the door. Before he could clasp his giant, hairy hand onto the silver steel bar, he looked back at the games, and his eyes stopped on mines. My breath got caught in my throat, as I feared he would do something as horrible as deciding he didn't want my game anymore, and would unplug it.
N-Nonsense! I just got here! He couldn't possibly want to unplug my game on my first day. I mean –Lots of kids, and other people came over to my game! So I have to be wanted still!
He exhaled tiredly, still looking at my game.
"Well, sadly, the Arcades gonna be closed for a while… once Saturday comes, I'll be in Vegas!" He chirped happily. It took all I had in me not to give him a completely confused look, because then, I'd be out of character and who knows what would happen!
"Well, closing up for the day…" He said, finally turning back around and pulling back on the steel handle, closing the door, and locking up. I watched him as he turned around and left to his vehicle and drive away. I just stood there until he was out of sight.
"Is it safe to move?" I wondered aloud quietly just in case.
"The coast is clear, guys!" A DDR character yelled. I sighed in relief as I slumped forward and felt sleepiness itch at my eyelids. I straightened up and stretched out my back with my two hands on the back of my back. I yawned. I looked around my room, and went over towards my wooden work desk to turn off my black lamp. As I reached to turn it off, and open book on my desk caught my eye, and I turned to look down at it.
I pulled back the computer chair as it rolled quietly on the wooden floor, and sat down in it, growing more and more tired, but staying awake. I gazed at the words on the book, and realized that it was on its very first page. I slid my fingers underneath the thick, brown cover and flipped it over with a slight BAM!
The title read in carefully golden painted words, Diary, and underneath it said, "Property of Sonica Molly Mayhem". All of a sudden, codes appeared in front of my eyes and I still couldn't read them at how fast they were zooming by. I got a feeling that the codes were loading themselves into my data again and when I blinked, they were gone.
"I'm… Sonica. Sonica…Molly Mayhem…" I said to myself. I yawned a large yawn, and scratched my head. I looked around the room again, and saw a black wooden dresser with a yellow framed mirror and a black bracelet holder with a bunch of bracelets on it, and necklaces on a headless model with hooks holding them. There was also a lot of perfume bottles separated into two parts on the dresser of all kinds.
I was barely able to stand! But instead, I kept on going. I walked over towards my dresser as the now dark purple sky glowed with the giant full moon and the stars shimmering. I opened the first dresser on the right, and in it were pajamas. I took a folded pair out and saw that it was a black tank top that really fitted my shape with the words, "Dream", on it, and the pants were dress pants that were a golden yellow. I changed into to the pajamas, and threw my other clothes over in an empty corner, now even more tired. Why, too tired to even care where I threw them. I sleepily walked over to the light switch like a zombie, and flipped it down, and the main light in the room went out. Then, I groggily did the same thing to the black lamp on my work desk and stumbled over to my round circular, yellow bed. I lazily snagged off my beret and my flower and put them on my black dresser, now exhausted.
But who wouldn't be? After doing the same thing for 34 or so times over and over again for 8 hours would really kill ya! Now that I think about it… 60 minutes x 8 hours would be… 480 times I did the same thing! I slumped back over to my bed, and pulled back the yellow comforters and black sheets, and crawled in. I fixed my pillow that was sitting up before into the position that it was flat on the mattress. I lay down, and right when my head hit the pillow, I fell instantly asleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I groggily turned over on my side and tiredly opened my eyes. I sat up, the covers dropping down to my waist, as I leaned my back on the head board and looked at the black beeping alarm clock. It read 7:30.
I groaned, and crawled out of bed. I sleepily walked over to where I threw my clothes last night, and changed into them again. I folded my night clothes and put them back in the drawer, and put my accessories back on after combing my hair with my black brush. I sighed, as I looked and saw opening the doors to the arcade and all the people behind him, bursting in and running to different games. A bunch of kids came to my game once again, and I said my line to the player. I side glanced towards as I saw him work his way through the crowd to a whole other area.
Mr. – ! I –I know you ain't gonna leave me like that!? Mr. – *Whines* !
Too late. He's already gone. I mentally sighed again as the player clicked on Violent Violinist.
I cannot wait until Saturday…
~…8 hours later…~
I slumped over once again after a DDR character gave us the signal. I started walking towards my work desk, about to write in the Diary, when I tripped over the rug.
"Ugh, stupid rug…" I started muttering about how the rug was stupid and how it 'made me look bad'. I stood up and dusted off imaginary dust, before looking down at the rug. I noticed a small bump.
Huh. Might be a crooked board.
I pulled back the rug, and saw that I was right.
"Well, gee. I'm not that heavy, am I?" I said as I put both hands on my hips. I stepped on the crooked board, and pressed my weight on it. All of a sudden, a noise came from above my head and I looked up and was surprised to see a secret door or whatever flip back and hang down. "Huh? What the…?" I stared at the black, square abbess for a few seconds, and nothing happened. A long rope then dropped from the small square and down through a larger square that I just noticed.
"Okay… So… a rope?" I asked the air. I slowly peered down through the larger square, and then looked at the rope. I slowly reached towards it, then tugged it three times as hard as I could to test if it was secure. Once it was secured, I grabbed a strong hold on it, and slid and stopped.
Slide and stop.
Slide and stop.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and slid down without stopping. Once I felt the ground, I opened my eye, and then my other eye and looked around. I saw odd tables, and instantly codes appeared once again. It took a minute or so and they finally went away when I blinked.
"That was longer than usual." I said to myself. I then knew where I was, and a lot more about where I was.
"Wow… my house is AWESOME! I've got a game room!" I squealed. I ran over to my pool table, and picked up a cylinder black box with yellow polka-dots and placed them on the wooden edge of the table. I removed the top, and saw pool balls in it. I carefully took them out one by one, and put the lid back on the box. Once it was back in its rightful place where I found it, and lined up the balls with a triangle I found hanging on a hook. "These heels are killing me…" I said aloud. I took off my too high heels and placed them neatly by the wooden wall on the soft burgundy floor. I picked up a pool stick and the blue, squared chalk. I rubbed it against the tip of the stick, and got ready to shoot the triangle of balls with the white one.
"Come on white ball, don't fail me now…" I muttered, completely in love with the game already. I hit the ball and only ended up making the balls spread out. I felt a tug of annoyance, and leaned the stick against the wall, no longer wanting to play anymore.
"I suck at pool…" I muttered in a pouty fashion like a kid.
I sighed, and took a good look at the room. It had wooden walls, burgundy floor, a window, a pool table, Kinect, Xbox 360, a Wii, a PS3, a ping pong table, a bowling set up (it looks like you took one out of an actual bowling area!), and a black sofa in front of a TV. I looked, and saw an archway. I walked towards it, and saw I was now in a wide, narrow hallway. The rooms and doors were so big, that I had to crane my neck just to look at the ceiling! The rooms in this house are like –19 or 20 feet tall!
"Geez! What –am I gonna fit a circus in here?" I cried sarcastically. The hall had wooden floor boards (how come most of my rooms are like that?), pictures on the wall of me now, and a little girl. I squinted me eyes, and stepped up to one in a carefully crafted, golden frame.
It showed a brown little girl with the same chocolate eyes like me, short blonde pigtails, pink flowers in them, glossed lips, a light yellow sundress, and a black top hat with a pink flower on it. Under it read Sonica Molly Mayhem 1995 at Dandelion Fields. I gently brushed my hand against the carefully carved words as I gazed into the picture. Something clicked in my mind, and a flashback flooded my sight.
"I… I remember…"
I ran through the empty fields, giggling along the way. Millions of Dandelion petals flew about the air around me. I giggled, and started jumping in the air, trying to grasp one in my tiny hands. I was 3 years old. When I caught one, I looked at it with fascination. "Huh?"
Then, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and gently got to my knees before releasing the Dandelion. I clasped my hands together as tears started to flow down my sorrowful face.
"Dear God…" I said. "Are you there? I'm all alone. And I don't have a Mama or Daddy. If I can't have one, then everyone can. Please, God, make this a blessing for everyone. Just because I don't have a Mama or a Daddy, I'm not gonna let that hold me back. If everyone's happy, then I'm happy too." I had my head bowed down, and opened my eyes just half way.
"I'm not mean. I'm not rude. But, I am lonely… If it's a blessing for everyone else, just seeing them smile would make it okay, God. And that would be my true blessing…"
Tears started streaming down my face like a waterfall by then. I flipped my head back as I now stared up at the beautiful late evening sky. It was a radiant orange, and the sun was halfway to the horizon. "God…" I said aloud to the clouds in the sky.
"Are you there?"
I blinked, and looked around to find myself back in my hallway. "Wow… "I looked back up at the picture as it showed me in a prayer stance looking up at the sky, and an orange hue from the sun reflecting on me. I gently grabbed a hold of the frame, and then let go of it. I backed away from the photo, and took in my surroundings again. On the left of the hall was a large door where I came from, and across from it was an archway. Behind me was another large door that was white with a mosquito screen and next to it was a purple squared vase with a pink cherry blossom tree. In front of me were another set of brown wooden doors with a blurry type of glass near the bottom of it, and a single cherry blossom painted on it. The walls were a beautiful dark blue and had carefully painted shooting stars going down each wall in squiggles. At the end of them was a golden star with crystals on them, and a turning button next to one that'll help make the stars glow. On the squiggly lines were yellow music notes that played Airplanes by B.O.B.
I walked through the archway, and ended up in a kitchen. The tiles were green and brown, and the islands and countertops –Heck! Even the stove, fridge, and microwave were painted to look like grass.
"I guess my kitchen's supposed to make it seem like anyone who comes in here's tiny." I said, pointing out the oblivious as I looked up at the ceiling and examined how it was painted to look like the tall tips of grass and the blue sky shining brightly in the background. I had all the usual things anyone would have in their kitchen, and then I walked down a super short hall. A cracked door was on the left side of the hall, and I opened it. The walls were made of glass, and in the glass was water, while the rest of the bathroom was painted a dark blue. The sink was made to look like an orange anemone and the sink handles were two small fishes. One was blue for cold, and one was orange for hot, and the faucet was a pink fish.
"Wow… Even the shower looks like it's from underwater! Or – The bath and shower looks like it's from under water…" I corrected myself. My house was by far super creative, unique, and totally…
"Hm… I don't exactly know a word for it… But my house is totally not normal!" I thought aloud. The shower was made to look like a clam with its mouth wide open so you could stand in it, and plastic, clear material to look like splashing water in front of the clam's mouth. Next to it, the bath tub was made to look like a yellow anemone upside down (the anemone is upside down and a normal circular tub is inside of the tentacles and are painted orange. Plus, it's a soft and squishy surface).
"Either way, my bathroom is nice! Heck –My entire house is nice!" I boasted to myself proudly as I walked back out into the small hall with a red floor and wooden walls. I turned opposite from the kitchen, and continued on with my journey inside my house. "I mean –I have an awesome bedroom -studio, a rope that helps me get into my game room, a beautiful hallway with portraits of myself now and then, a kitchen that looks like you're super tiny and the grass are giants, an underwater themed bathroom, and who knows what's next!" I cried excitedly. I didn't even realize I was already in another room until I tripped over what seemed to feel like a small table, and hit something soft before meeting the floor. "Ugh…" I groaned as I sat up and placed a hand on my head. I realized I was in my living room, by the looks of it. I tripped over a small glass coffee table. The floor was red carpet, and there was a red sofa that I now had my left arm rested on. In front of the small end table and red luxurious sofa was a flat screen TV. It looked great if ya ask me!
"Nice…" I said, nodding slowly in approval so my nodding matched how I stretched out 'nice'. I stood up and dusted myself off. On the end table lay a small squared lavender vase with a small black berry bush growing on it. Next to it was a black rectangular remote and a thinner white rectangular remote. I positioned myself into a proposal position and stared at the small black berry bush.
"Hm… Blackberries, eh?" I pricked one off of its branch and it made a silent ch sound. I slowly and cautiously brought the berry close to my mouth, and gently placed on my lips.
I didn't eat it.
I didn't bite.
And I definitely didn't smell it –Cause that would be weird!
I just sat there and let it rest on my mouth. "Hm… I think its safe… Besides, it won't kill me to eat a berry, right?" I plopped the black berry into my mouth and crushed it with my teeth. As the slightly sweet, but mostly sour berry crushed and let its inside juices free itself into my mouth, I could honestly say, throughout the entire 2 days I've been plugged in, I haven't had anything thing to eat. And apparently –the first thing I eat it a black berry. I moaned.
"Mmm… this is so DELICIOUS! Imma take more of these!" I said quickly, pricking a few off of the branches before standing up. I looked around to check and see if I've explored my entire house already, and grinned when I realized I still had a few more places to go. It was another short hallway, but this one was a section longer than the other short hallway, and it had a dead end. There were three red wooden doors. There were two on the right side of the hall, and the other door was on the left. I opened up the first door on the right, and saw it was another bedroom.
"I've already got a bedroom… Why do I have another?" suddenly it dawned upon me as I realized that it was a bedroom for guest who would be spending the night –If that ever happened. All of a sudden, I felt a kind of sorrowful feeling. I walked into the guest room, and gently brushed my fingertips against the zebra print, silky comforters. I sighed, and it came out as a sad one. Then, I just spoke what was on my mind aloud –Since there was nobody to listen anyways.
"Why aren't there any people in my game, besides me? I… I'd look at other games, or glance at them during work hours, and I'd always see more than one character… But here, it's different. I'm all… by myself. Heck, I'm even talking to myself! I… I need someone. Anyone." I sighed again, and shook my head.
I may be alone, but that's not gonna stop me from moving on. I closed my eyes.Just like when I was 3.
I opened my eyes again, and walked out of the guest room. I went into the door next to it on the right, and saw that it was a small recording booth. I smiled.
I backed my head out from peeking inside the room, and then turned to the door on the left across from me. I grabbed the golden knob and pushed open the door. I examined the small room, and clarified it to be noted as: cozy.
It had a red brick fireplace, a cage around it to be safe, and a stick for it, coco brown carpet, wooden walls, red cushion chairs and a rocking chair. I walked over to a blood red sofa chair and plopped down in it. I slouched, and sighed.
"This is so comfortable…" I said. I felt tad bit sleepy, and my eyelids kept getting heavy. My vision even started to blur. I shook my head, waking up just enough to realize that there was a wooden stool – table with curved legs. Across from me was a small calendar. I got up and curiously walked up to it.
"Friday, 18th, 2013…Yes! Finally! Tomorrow: comes Vacation! Woohoo!" I cheered. I picked up the black permanent marker that I saw hanging on the wall next to the calendar, and wrote, "Vacation begins", on it. I smiled, and put it back in its rightful place. I gazed above the fireplace, and saw a clock. 10:26 PM.
I sighed. "Well, at least vacation starts tomorrow….?" I said.
"It's just gonna be a few hours, right?"
Once again, I had to stay in character as packed his stuff. I had to stay in character along with everyone else for a good hour or so because Sugar Rush was getting a major update. Sweet for them!
By the time he and the other men left, it was silent for a bit –But of course, those who had lines, had to keep saying their lines.
"The coast is clear guys!" the same DDR character from before called. Everybody went their own ways, and I smiled, and stretched. I then started pumping my fists up in the air like a kid on Christmas day.
"Woohoo! Freedom!" I cried. I then flipped my brown rug forcefully that it slid across the floor. I stomped on the creaked board, and slid down the rope completely once it fell down from its dark abbess. It felt almost as if I've known everything about this house ever since. Once my feet hit the ground, I ran all the way to my recording studio, and busted in the door. I saw all the things I would need to make a beat for my music, record my singing, and write the songs. I sat down at a table with a rocking chair, and picked up a pencil that was next to it.
~…30 minutes later…~
"URGH! THIS IS HOPELESS!" I cried. It's been like –thirty minutes, and I'm still sitting in front of a blank sheet of music paper. I sighed, and got up. I walked to the door, and opened it up. I dragged myself over into my quiet room, and sat on the soft, red cushion chair, and just sat in silence. I sighed.
I got up, and walked towards the fire place. After putting in wood, I picked up a pack of matches, and lit one up before throwing in into the fireplace. The fire instantly started, and I sighed as I poked it with the stick. Soon, I began to sing whatever was on my mind.
I'm sitting, alone…
It's always me
Is there a place,
I got up, and walked towards the small window. I looked out the window as I saw a grey stone path that led through Blossoming Peak, and seem to stop at a giant gray stone wall.
I don't know hate…
I don't know fear…
I'm not saying…
That I hate it here
I rested my cheek on my balled up fist, as I held my gaze at the scenario.
If I can smile, if I can sleep!
If I can take a little peak!
Yes, I will scream!
Yeah, I will shriek!
I will endure, the LITTLE things!
If I can frown, if I get sad;
I will be happy, for what I had!
I am GOLD!
I am PURE!
But I still get, INSECURE!
I was now standing in the middle of the room with my fists balled up underneath my chin.
I wanna see the world!
I wanna GO!
And this chance, I don't wanna BLOW!
I strutted back over to the fireplace, and sat Japanese style in front of the fire again.
but maybe, I…
Just can wait…
It won't be long…
I sighed, and stared at the fire. I got up, and walked towards the blood red sofa chair. I yawned, and stretched as I spun on my heel and plopped backwards on the sofa chair, and rolled over so that my back was facing the room, and my face was facing the back cushion of the seat. I snuggled deeper into the cushion, and started to get sleepy.
Until I find, where I stand…
Soon, my eyes closed shut as I drifted off into a deep slumber…