#some of the lines r scuffed cuz i transfered it from my notes app to discord to a google doc

[im-illegal]

HERES THE OC THING

"Where are those muffinheads?"

"Does it matter? As long as we have their instruments, and we do, we can just pick them up on our way to Verden."

"Yeah no I know I know but they should still be here."

"The only reason I'm here is because I passed out on the couch. It's like 6 AM, chill."

"Yeah yeah okay, then why's Ozreez here?" "Because Ozreez is the only one of us with a stable sleep schedule."

"You sure?"

"... yes"

Clunk, clunk, clunk, and the sound of heavy panting enter the garage with white hair fluffed over thick crescent horns and stone skin, "Okay," gasp, "I've managed to get," gasp, "Vera's sound system," gasp, "from the living room."

"Ozzy my man! You go lie down, I'll load it into the van."

"Oh," breathing, lighter now, "yeah, thanks." Ozreez starts to lay down on the floor before a pastel shoe nudges his knee.

"I ment like, on the couch mate. It's too early for this no matter how horrifically well adjusted your sleep schedule is."

"I- yeah. yeah. Thanks, Dianki."

"No problem with it bossman. Go, shoo." Ozreez shoes squeak across the garage floor, and the door shuts behind him.

"You're right."

Dianki turns around, "About what? I mean I'm always right but what's it this time?"

"It is way too early."

"Told ya Cisrot. You wanna go lay down too? I can get the rest, it's a nonissue."

"I'd say you're a saint but not with that mouth of yours." "Get it right ya muffinhead I'm an angel."

"Oh boy howdy I can see the reason you got stuck on earth." "Oh shut up, go take a nap." Dianki lightly shoves Cisrot and with that the door closes a second time.

"Oh muffin, I just volunteered to do so much manual labor."

-

Cisrot wakes up, and brushes her short pink hair out of her eyes and trudges her eyes towards the clock.

"S... eight?" she mumbles blearily as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes.

"Yup." A voice says from behind her causing her to jump slightly in her sleep.

"Mother of muffins don’t scare me like that."

“Well then why’dya ask?”

“I was talking to myself, Pansy! I swear the amount of disrespect from you!”

“No ‘un ever told me ya were s'posed to be respected. ‘N in my opinion ya really shouldn’t be either. ‘M not in debt to ya, you know tha’.”

“Oh hush up, I was joking.”

“... sure mate. Sure,” Panzeu laughed and twisted a strand of wild mauve hair around her finger, “‘nyways, Verata’s here too. Pretty much e’rythin’s ready, that is ‘cept for you yourself sleepyhorns.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. At least my horns don’t get caught on the blankets. If you were the one napping I’d have to buy a new one.”

“I’d say I’ve never heard truer but I’d be lyin’. Now go get dressed mate so we can get everythin’ organized ‘n’ such.”

“Alright alright. Oh wait, is Xhetek here too?”

“I think so, why?”

Cisrot squealed just a bit, “Don’t you know Panny? She makes the best breakfast! Could you please tell her to help out with that? I’d go to the hockey rink and back to have some Xhetek burritos on the trip!”

“Mhm, yeah I could sure try. Now shoo mate. Go get ready, you have nap breath.”

-

Xhetek fussed with the hem of her skirt while she sat on some tires, listening to Dianki explain to Ozreez how to pack stuff in the car most efficiently, quickly turning the whole thing into something of a tetris match. She was thinking about how the trip to Verden was going to go, knowing there was supposedly a magic storm passing just before they were supposed to arrive.

“Gosh I really hope we don’t get caught in that…'' She quietly muttered to herself, twisting the bead band she wore near the top of her horns. Wild magic storms were one of the more dangerous weather phenomena, usually taking place around the southernmost continents, but sometimes a light atmospheric disruption could easily send one elsewhere. Wild magic storms could easily send you elsewhere too. People say those who get caught and ‘displaced’ rarely return. Who knows what could happen if they ran through it, they could rapidly age, they could never be able to play music again, they could- CRASH! Xhetek was snapped out of her swirling thoughts.

“See, this is what happens when you fail trunk tetris Ozzy.” Dianki gestured to the suitcase and bag piles now laying on the cement floor.

“Are the instruments alright?” Xhetek nervously piped up from her place slightly off in the corner.

“Yeah, don’t worry Tek,” Dianki wheezed while picking up one of the suitcases, “we’re saving the instruments last so they don't get squished or nothing.”

“Oh, alright! That’s plenty smart.” She smiled lightly to herself. “Everything’s going to turn out okay.” She repeated in her head. “It’s all going to be okay.”

-

“Oh muffin please tell me everythings okay.” Panzeu thought, concerned over the loud noises from the garage. “‘M gonna hafta check on tha’ ain’t I?” She sighed to an empty room. “Yup, alright. ‘Course I am. Nothin’ spooky in the garage…” she muttered as she crept through the halls towards the garage, “nothin’ spooky at all… nope.” She slowly twisted the knob. Pushing the door open, she called out “‘S everythin’ alright in ‘ere?”

“Yup! Just some packing issues!”

Oh thank god, Dianki’s voice. Nothing spooky in her clear, bright tone. Panzeu ventured further into the garage, dragging boots over cement steps. Surveying the area, she caught Xhetek sitting in the corner, and meandered over.

“... Need somethin’ to do?” She asked, kicking her boots together a bit.

“Probably. Not doing anything too useful here, I don’t think. Worrywarting in the corner is all.” She laughed a bit, fluffing her short forest hair.

“Cisrot sent me to kin’a… ask you to cook breakfast perchance? Said you make a real mean burrito if that sounds o’ any interest to you yourself.”

“Sounds useful, I’ll get on it.” Xhetek stood, patted off her skirt, and headed towards the kitchen.

-

All congregated around the garage entrance, keeping watch.

“Any signs of ‘er?”

“No… Nothing yet.”

Light footsteps could be heard behind them, but all were too focused on the street in front of them.

“Boo.” A lace gloved hand tapped Cisrot on the shoulder.

“AH!” She stumbled back in shock, “Verata! Are you okay? Why are you so muffin late?! Don’t scare me like that!” she interrogated, slapping the cerulean hand off her shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry for that my friends. I slept in, and then my umbrella was quite hidden. I hope I didn’t make anyone worry too much.” She then twirled her black lace parasol with a flourish and sighed.

“It’s all good Vera! We got everything ready so hand me your suitcase and we’ll pack it, then we can go!” Dianki smiled and took the bag from Verata’s outstretched hand.

ART CREDIT: MYSELF @im-illegal-art

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YES they might be fantrolls as ocs but this is a non fantroll world because i do not need to let my creative writing teacher know im a hs fan <3 (tags added <3)