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Marilyn O' Mairest Wouldn't Hurt A Fly

"Fine! How about THIS?!" Her phone lit up as she showed me the content.

"A... Christmas show?" Weird offer...

"Yes! Now, normally, I would never show these things to someone like *you*. I would, however, make a promise with you... In exchange for KEEPING TIGHT LIPS ON THIS, you're allowed to see this. Do I make myself clear?!" She put the phone down. I got up, finally.

"Fine by me, honestly. But I could easily watch this without the condition. Now how about this... I don't speak of this, and you don't pull anything funny if Benji showed up. Got it?" I proposed instead.

"Alright, alright! It's a deal then!"

"Yes. See you next week, Calliope~" I didn't think she'd be so... bedlam-ish. But, conditions are conditions. I'll go tell Gracie about this in private the next time I see her...

>Mod B.A.B, can you go investigate my friend? He's been acting weird since our uh... spat-out, so to speak. I hope I didn't tick him off to bad, but I want to confirm something. Just what goes on with him? He's never been this shy before...

God... How am I supposed to answer this? *sigh* I promised Marilyn (or Calliope) that I wouldn't speak of this to anyone, and anyone exactly. My code dictates that I have to keep this between us, so I'll just have to tell the poster, someone by the name of Grace Fairest, that I'll have to decline this. But I can't go more then that. And the price tag was so high too... I do hate to leave a client high and dry, but a code is a code.

If either party adds a condition separate to the original commission, then it must be followed exactly. Failure to do so will result in the betraying party be punished by however the opposing party see fit.

This is taken word for word at the Rumor Mille Terms of Service, word for word.

And here I am, standing in a shopping mall, trying to locate the aforementioned show. Actually, it must be it over there...

I headed over there, only to be met by... Wild? Stalking me so I don't act out wasn't enough, apparently?

"You... How?" I questioned as we met up.

"Me? I was just... curious." She claimed. I know she's lying. See? Her ears go red when she's lying, and she's now covering her ears.

"About what? A fanfiction scene? My question is, how did you get here? I'm the one with the portals, not you." Heh. Busted.

"Let's go figure that out later-" She hurriedly shooshed me. I'd ask what for, but I quickly saw why. Two of her "idols" appeared. The nun and the thief. What were their names again? S... Savant? Satanael? Salvation? Uh...

"Are you two hear to watch the show, too? I haven't seen you two before." The nun spoke to us quickly, ignoring the flustered octo in front.

"I can say the same to you, any-" "Uhhhhh... Hehehehe... Th-that's just Silver, and m' Wild, please don't get mad..." She interrupted me! She spoke the last part really quickly, too.

"Uh... Anyways... You can call me Sarv, and this is Ruv!" Ah. Ruv and Sarv. That's their names. Phew.

"Ah. I know you. Wild's been gushin' about you since ya-"

"SILVER." She quickly pushes me to the other side of the mall. Well, the other side of the rim overlooking the stage show, at any rate.

Oh, stop looking at me like that. The show is gonna start soon.

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"NEVER DO THAT AGAIN." She complained.

"Oh do what? I didn't do anything wrong~" I took a sip of my slushie. While she was bemoaning her new problems with the ice cream duo, I took out the flash drive. *sigh* This flash drive is what I had taped/saved my interview with Calliope with. I would've presented it to Gracie and hoped for a long overdue epiphany, but then she swore to me to not tell anyone about this. I had only added that I'd do this on the grounds of not acting up if what's-his-face showed up. I only have a vague recollection of how this world ends, based on whatever Wild told me, I don't remember, but I doremember the little guy showing up. I do hate to see a happy ending changed, but I'll keep quiet about this.

"Hello?" A ladies' voice called from over there. Out stepped a tiny, red ponytailed human sporting a cat's mouth. She looked as if she was expecting someone, eyes a little unsure, but never lost that :3.

Speak of the devil...! It's Gracie! Dammit.

"I recognize the voice... You're Mod Back-Alley Blitz, right?" Gracie said.

Wild stopped from her bemoaning to look to me. In a very concerned fashion. I assured her I got this, so I took to her on our own.

"Yeah... Listen, about your commission you posted." I began. Only reason I know her despite having went on anon is because she signed off on her own name for some reason. Maybe she didn't know she could've just left it blank? Oh, and I had to meet her in person anyways, so there's that. I was dressed like normal, my hair was my usual red armpit length, compared to this world, where I'm instead sporting long blonde. I'm still rocking this look, of course, but she probably doesn't recognize me because of that.

"Oh, do you have any updates on it?" She gave an expectant look.

"...Listen, I found- Uh... Let's get back to this later..." Fuck this shit, abort! Abort! Abort! I can't lie to my clients!

I headed back to Wild, now I was the one bemoaning my problems with this world.

"Is... she okay?" Asked a mildly concerned Sarv.

"Probably not..." Wild responded.

*tsnk* *tsnk tsnk tsnk ttttd* Huh? Shit-

The flash drive is dropped. Where is it?!

"What happened?" she questioned.

"Just a lil' search out-Can you help me find the flash drive?"

"I don't know, the show's starting!" NOW?! *sigh* Fine. Wonder what this'll be?

Oh look it's Benji. He looks super nervous. I don't blame him at all, honestly. He was face to face, and caroling with, his tyrannous and draconian parents. There seems to be no sort of malice between them now, though. And by between them, I mean from the Fairests to him, not the other way around. Behind the three singing it out, sat that green and orange rat-looking guy. Yeah, that's Pico alright. Calliope had a picture of him to use as a dart target. Said he was a "pest" or something. I just know him from that Red Riot Massacre rumor that I haven't found out. Wild won't let me go there. But oh well. The song now is fast, and quite catchy. The only beat was the snowflake sounds, and was punctuated by the Fairests surprisingly nice synchronization in singing, and their son's slightly raspy voice. I can tell that Pico is glaring a hole in someone's head, but who's? How will this play out, I wonder? It's very catchy though, I'll tell you that much again. Makes me wanna sing, too. ♫Cut you in a thousand slices, bake you 'til golden brown♫

"Oi. You missin' this?" An incredibly bitcrushed voice called to me when the song stopped.

"That's... Yes, that's mine, thank you." I looked up to reveal the stranger. Woah! How bestial! How alien! This guy's head is all black, and his limbs are all orange! He was over there, playing with the flash drive like you'd do with a knife. I plainly took it from him, think he was laughing a little at that. What ARE THOSE teeth?! I want that.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" Screamed a very flustered and furious Marilyn. What did he even do?! Forget what I said about no malice from the Fairests to their son, there is very much some malice in the air. Oh wait, just some?

"Woah." I said, quietly. I glanced at Wild, who was looking like she was expecting something big to happen, and was already ticked off. She was making that angry face with the puffy cheeks thing.

The father, Frank I believe, then spoke up about how he (Benji) just needed to do what he was told. He was still smiling, yeah, but he got that shadow under his eyes, and now his eyes were glowing red instead of the families' usual yellow. His tone was just flooding with poorly hidden contempt and malice, malice at his runaway slave prince of a son, malice at the boy who took him away from him, malice at the world, perhaps, for having his cover blown. Now, I don't see movies, but I expect more screaming after this. And he caps this speech off with the "If you were a real man..." shutdown... I should be surprised at this, but I'm not. Ultimately, I have every piece of information I need right here. I glanced over to Sarv, the beastly one, and Gracie. The former were pissed off (Ruv was as well, I guess, but that's just his normal expression, and the beasty one is embering a bit), while the latter was more... shocked? But... what for?

"Now be a good son, and listen to your parents this instant!" Calliope demanded. Benji, as suspected, was having NONE of that any longer.

"DON'T CALL ME YOUR SON!!!" He screamed out in a fit of deep-seated (assumed) rage.

"Huh...?" I could vaguely make this out from Gracie. She's definitely stunned, but about what? Didn't she see this coming, and was kowtowed into keeping silence? No? Hmm...

The little one began to rant off loudly about how they stole everything from him, and now did he realize that that's not love. He added that he realizes now that abuse is not love, so something about it sounds like he's been a doormat to more then just his parents. Even as they objected, he stood firm. Now here's something you don't here anyday, he denounces his parents, and not the other way around like how it always plays out. Where did such backbone come from? I took a good look in the crowd. Yeah, now everyone was 5 minutes away from being able to tear those two apart. Gracie has gotten blue in the face. The next song was on, contempt filled the air, and Gracie then headed to me.

"Is that it...?!" She said, highly concerned. "Is that why BF was acting so weird?!"

It's 'cause he's gay and abused. "..." I didn't listen. I'm not angered that Benji had such shitty parents, I'm angered because Marilyn lied to me. Okay, yes, the great and gracious Silver has a type of person she hates. What about it?! She will aptly try as she may to justify lying to me, and Gracie and I will have to come up with a suitable punishment for this. No one was, at this rate, enjoying the song. Not with what truth has been leaked out. I'll go wait and see what happens with Calliope before delivering judgement. How high? Put your hands up to the sky and watch me.

"Is THAT why you didn't want me dealing with the Fairests?" I whispered to Wild.

"Apart from the fact that you may fuck up this timeline? Yeah..." She said back.

I checked our acquaintances. Sarv was ticked, how could I tell? She's doing that smile only a serial killer makes, and her eyes got shadowing. The bestial one though, he was another story. See, there's a railing on our part of the mall. This guy was lunging and jumping around it like, let's see... You guys ever went to a zoo, and there's these animal displays of sorts through glass, and whenever you tried to get a good look at it, it would dash to the glass and act all crazy? Picture that, if you will. And Ruv... I, honestly don't know what's up with him. I don't really care either. I can tell no one even cares on the song playing. But still... Something about this makes me... smile? I guess? Pretending to have another personality in this world is hard, but getting off on the turn of events is easy. Oh... the song is over now? Time to make my move now!

"Excuse me, Gracie! I believe this is yours." I spoke up quickly. Walk over to her, give her the flash drive.

"Is this the..."

"Yes. This is the item I compiled the information in of our interview. I told you this commission will be done." I responded.

"What the-?! SILVER YOU TRAITOR!!" Marilyn saw me give it out... Hehe, now it's my turn to say what is needed. She quickly ran up to me, ignoring her currently (why though?) unconscious son, as expected of her...

"Listen, Norma Bates, we're done here. Leave, please." I had no time for this. I didn't even face her.

"We're done?! We're done with business YOU promised to keep under wraps! As far as I care, YOU'RE the problem here!"

"Hmph. My condition is final. I told you not to pull any funny shit with Benji if he showed up. You betrayed my orders even knowing this, and you still expect to have a shred of satisfaction?"

"Why you-"

"You ought to be glad I am not choosing a more... harsh punishment. But for now, our stories have wrapped up, and now?" I looked around to the crowd. They looked as if they were encouraging me to do something. Hah! Glad no one's under her spell! Then, we'd soak up just HOW she fell!

I finally looked at Calliope. I could finally smile for this turnabout. I held up the accursed flash drive.

"SUCK ON THIS MARILYN O' FAIREST!" I yelled. Finally, I threw the flash to the ground. Haha... Good riddance to bad trash! Gracie scrambled to pick it up.

With Wild by my side, I walked to the exit. Our business is donzo. Ohohohohohohohoho!

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>Thank you so much for helping me out, Mod B.A.B! I'll go check out the video when I'm ready... For now, though, I'll count this as done! That's okay with you right? Again, thanks so much!!

And with this... another commission is done. Easy as... SHII-SAH-YACKEE!

#queue in wonderland #wisp writes #wild (oc)#silver steelhead #tw parental abuse #why would the concept of having parents itself be a trigger? a genuine question #actually... don't answer that. i'll figure it out myself #friday night funkin’#fnf soft mod #mother mairest #benjamin fairest #grace fairest #fnf sarvente #fnf agoti

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