On a random Wednesday evening. Inside a particularly chaotic shop. A chaotic set of coworkers were enjoying the post-rush-hour stall. The isles were lifeless and the front door was essentially locked. No one was coming inside nor passing by the Starr Shop.

As such, a certain emo was enjoying the free paycheck he'd get today. He had his feet up on the counter, earbuds tight, and a comic book in his hand. He'd recently discovered this new story about wizards during the prohibition era.

In contrast, a snow-white songstress was dancing around the shop as she tidied up every inch of the floor. She took special care of every plush and positioned them so that they looked their absolute best. So good that she couldn't help but grab the plush tower and collapse it every time she walked by. Then she'd rebuild it and wait till she forgot again later on.

As she was skipping past the front desk, she noticed Edgar enjoying a leisurely story. "Hey, Droopy." The boy's music could be heard busting his eardrums. Colette swallowed up one of the buds with her sleeved palm, "DROOPY!"

Her screeching call directly into his ear was twenty times worse than the blasting metal from before. "What?"

He turned back around with an annoyed scowl. Something that Colette didn't mind one bit. She returned a toothy smile asking, "Whatcha doin'?"

Edgar rolled his eyes as he turned back around. He didn't place the earbud back in yet, "Reading."

Colette rested her shoulders on Edgar's chair, "Hmm... what's it about?"

"Wizards and Shotguns."

"Cool." Colette stood up with her hands behind her back.

Edgar continued reading with an uneasy feeling. He could feel the hole she was staring into the back of her head. He hated it whenever she did this, "Alright. What do you want?"

Colette let out a mischievous snicker, he always knew when she wanted something. "This Sunday is the Brawlcert and I have two tickets."

"Brawlcert?" Edgar didn't bother looking up from his comic.

"Poco is doing a concert that will have the top Brawlers from last month's tournament competing while he plays."

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Okay."

"And I wanted to know if you'd come with me."

Edgar took a second to think it over. And nothing more than a second, "I dunno Collete. I'm kinda busy this weekend."

Something clicked behind his head. He felt a heavy weight against the back of his skull. A circular exit for an all too common tool. Edgar felt his blood freeze as Colette's tone shifted, "I said you want to come with me, right?"

Edgar tried to turn around but Colette pushed his head down a bit further. He was currently staring at his crotch. There was too much stimulus for his mind to handle. His words came out a bumbling mess with his lips feeling three times heavier than before. "Ub-b-buh-duh. Wuh."

Colette's body started to press against his. In his peripheral, he saw her toothy grin. Those filed K-9s and sharpened incisors looked more like a predator's fangs to him. He tried to keep his cool as she cooed something into his ear. "Let me rephrase." The pigment in Edgar's face flew through his ass. His eyeshadow made his eyes look like they'd sunk into his skull. The music in his ear was starting to falter. Colette's tongue wrapped around the wire just to yank it out with a flick.

Her off-hand rested on his chest. The other one must have still been holding the firearm against his head. Even with her palms swaddled in teal cloth, he could feel each individual wrinkle on her fingers and thumb. She got dangerously close to his ear, "Your girlfriend is going to a concert." Each syllable made his toes curl as her breath tickled his brain, "All the couples-" He felt her lips on his earlobe, "-and the bachelors." Her hand made its way down his stomach. She pulled on his shirt as she trickled her way closer and closer to his nethers. "Seeing your girlfriend surrounded by a bunch of big, sexy, strapping men. Wouldn't it just-" he felt a pressure against his left testicle. But this wasn't the force of a finger or thumb, it felt more like another heavy metal object.

Edgar looked down with a horrified squeal. She had used the force of her own decent to roll her sleeve up. And hidden under the fabric was another pistol. The barrel was nearly eight inches in length and thicker than him. She didn't even bother with racking the chamber. It was the idea alone that alarmed him.

Colette finally finished her statement. She nearly sang it out, "-bust your balls." Then she bit the fat on his earlobe. Her little teeth sunk into him until she drew blood. A new hole opened beside his previous piercings.

Edgar's body was shivering. He couldn't handle this much stimulus. From her proximity to her hostility, she had turned him into putty. He shook until he managed to stutter out, "I-I-I'll go-go."

In a stunning flash, Colette retracted from his form, "Great." She bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek, "I'll tell you more about it later. Bye Bye." She skipped away into the storage room after that. The firearms she had magically apparated suddenly disappeared back into her massive straitjacket sleeves.

When the door swung shut Edgar felt himself finally compress. His face was on fire and his arousal peaked. So many emotions all at once. He was brought to the edge of pleasure while also standing at the peak of horror. Even when the door's bell chimed he didn't break out of his stupor.

The clicking cues of a cash register attempted to gain his focus. Griff looked extremely puzzled by Edgar's state. "Sad boy. Why don't you look sad?" Edgar couldn't even manage a response. He was still coming down from his emotional high. His eyes stared off into space as he replayed the events a hundred times. Griff snapped his fingers in his face, "Sad boy. Where is Colette?"

At the mention of her name, he finally managed to wake up, "Who?"

"Who? Colette! Stalker girl. Wears a straitjacket."

Edgar just wistfully swayed back and forth before snapping back to form. His body was still shivering. His face was beet red from the massive flush along his cheeks, "Who gave her a gun?"