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Okay so, I have a slight problem. I was in the middle of one of my missions, given to me by A.S.H., right? And it was one of the most unbelievably boring missions ever. Like, who hires top tier heroes to fix pipes? Anyway, i walked up to the front door, and knocked on it 4 times (it’s my lucky number), to no answer. I looked through the window for a second, and saw someone rushing to open the door. When he did end up letting me in, he seemed disheveled, with dark purple hair covering almost all of his face. We talked for a bit, and then went inside to sit in his living room. I never really asked for his name, since i assumed introductions with your plumber would be kinda strange, but maybe i should’ve. He told me a pipe had burst in the kitchen, causing massive flooding that he had only just taken care of. To be honest, his house looked so neat and tidy that i had assumed it was a minor leak, oh boy was i wrong. Right when we went into the kitchen, my shoes got absolutely drenched, and apparently so did his. He told me he’d go change his socks, so i figured i’d start right away (even though he specifically told me not to, but who cares? I’m the professional here.) I look under the sink first, which is where all the water is leaking out from. I notice a few strange pipes leading to nowhere, so i decided to take a look at them. I took out my heat gun, and honestly, you wouldn’t believe it’s a pipe tool with its sick ass name, right? Anyway, i heat up the area connecting both pipes, and twist them apart. Right when i get the pipes un-jammed, the guy starts running back downstairs, shouting incoherently. Something about “STOP!” and “DONT TOUCH THAT, YOULL DIE!!”, but to be honest, im not really a dead typa person, you know? At least not yet anyway. So, once i was done, i pulled apart the pipes, and a massive light shone out of them. The light seemed to blur everything around me, until i passed out.
And that’s how i got to where i am now.
When i woke up, the guys voice was still stuck in my head. I kept thinking about how great of an asmrtist he would make, i swear his vocals would be heavenly. Wait, that doesn’t really sound like him, but i hear somebody singing. they’re really fucking good, but it sounds a lot like a woman now that im getting more of my senses back. When i open my eyes, i see the ceiling very far away from where i’m laying. The echoes of the melodic tune ringing throughout the building. I feel the presence of many people, but the only person making a sound was on stage. I turn around to see her, the one singing…..Enna? I look around more after fully waking up, to find that im in some kind of theatre, seemingly used for plays or operas. It seems like we’re in the middle of an opera right now. Enna’s dressed head to toe in the finest drip i have seen, a lavender dress that flows behind her, complemented by the largest amethyst earrings ever. Although her outfit is lowkey fire (on god on god respectfully), it seems like the fabric isn’t made with normal Fiber…is that fur?
While i wait for Enna to be finished with her performance, i forget that i’m behind the curtains, still technically part of the performance. Now, i’m great at a lot of things, but performing in front of a massive audience the size of a small country is not my strong suit. Looking around, i spot a changing room, and immediately barge in. The door was quite easy to kick down, and the hairstylists and makeup artists weren’t there, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. It doesn’t seem like the most high quality dressing room, though. The makeup wasn’t name brand and the wigs and dresses don’t seem very high quality. Eventually, i sat down on one of the cushions on the floor, which was surprisingly comfy. A man with purple hair tied back in a ponytail opens the door on the other side of the room, presumably leading to an exit. An exit. Before im able to get out of this stupidly squishy cushion, he shuts and locks the door behind him. Once he starts talking, i almost immediately recognize him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here. Who are you?”
Uki. “O-oh uhhh, i was just taking out the trash, im the garbage man. Ha-ha.” Fuck, that was so unbelievably bad. What type of garbage man waltzes into an opera singers dressing room?
“Ah, i see. Make sure to clean up the powder on the floor please. I’ll be out in a second, just collecting a few things Enna forgot to bring home.”
What the fuck. That actually worked?? You know what, im not gonna jinx it, we ball. I quickly sweep the room with a nearby broom, and put all the garbage into a plastic bag i found on the counter. After, Uki opens the door, leading both of us out of the room, and into a long hall. The new area had a thick scent, the mix of multiple perfumes and colognes all combining and clogging my nose severely. I put all the garbage into a bin in found on the way out, and turn around to talk to Uki. Except, he’s long gone in the opposite direction. Oh well. I start walking and eventually meet the front entrance of the building, quite dusty with a rustic, homey feeling to it. Right when i walk outside, i notice something strange.
Where am i?