'From a young age, my parents always told me that fame was a fool's game... in no way was it a positive trait to wield, use, or even have. Notoriety, Infamy, you name it. The more you're put out there, on a pedestal, the higher the value of your choices become... the harder life becomes...'

'I should've listened to my parents...'

'I never once thought, singing one simple song on karaoke night at a secluded bar in the slums would ever get me in this much trouble...'

'I never actually liked singing growing up.'

'My parents saw an innate talent, but beyond that... a means for success, in contradiction to their own belief.'

'Mind you, I didn't have the best parents, as you can see. Just bullshit after bullshit growing up.'

'Fun fact. I fucking ran away. I've been on my own since the age of fourteen. And of course, you know what's been keeping me off the streets for six years...'

'Singing, rapping, beatboxing, etcetera. Noise. Rhythmic noise, as I call it. Just whatever lifts people up, or settles them down. You name it...'

'But surprisingly... this is beyond a talent. There's a reason I wouldn't call what I do music. I make sounds.'

'I call it Synchronoise. As simple as it gets, sounds. Sound makes vibrations, and vibrations, cause tremors, on very, very large scales. In other words... destruction.'

'Which is why I don't like 'singing,' ya know?'

'Back on topic, let's just say, one simple request... caused hell of destruction...'

•••

'This is certainly the place... I was sure that I'd remember where it was after at least one visit for the registration.' A young adult with blue hair thought staring at a very, inconspicuous sign poking out of an alley way.

It barely read anything, seeing as it was a rundown scrap with just 'Bar' on the bottom half, someone's name scratched out on the upper half.

"Either way..." He mumbled, slipping his hands into his red zippered hoodie's pockets, and into the alley way, past a few crooks surveying the area.

Rolling past the three, he suddenly disappeared, and only a small crack in the concrete was left, almost unnoticeable.

•

A small breeze brushed by two bouncers, and the blue-haired individual stood atop a stage, flipping up a microphone in his right hand.

"Ah, and the star of the night arrives..." A woman smiled sitting on a surround-sound stereo shaped like a throne.

She was met with silence as the blue-haired individual stood off against his only friend in the "music industry" (just underground rapping and singing).

"Thought you wouldn't make it... ready?" A young woman wearing a purple hoodie and cap similar to him asked, a digital raspy voice emit from her mouth.

"You know it." The blue-haired male said smirking as he caught his mic one last time. It suddenly extended into a full mic stand with a guard in front of the actual mic, and the male's toothy grin was brimming with confidence.

"You're raring to go, Syn. We doing that new one?" The girl asked, making the lady on the stereo intrigued.

Nodding and snapping his fingers, the stereo immediately began to bounce as a beat kicked up, the crowd inching to the edge of their seats as the two performers glanced at each other in sync.

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(Personal FAVORITE. Like... literally infatuated with this song.)

Retracting his mic stand and grinning at the crowd, the boy and his partner finished and allowed the song to be met with applause and cheers.

The blue-haired boy dapped up his purple-hoodied friend.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Cass." He said with a sigh, slipping his mic back into his jacket. "You too, Syn. Same time Tuesday?" She asked. "I'll have to see. I might still be moving around then." Syn shrugged.

"Alright, everyone, alright. That is tonight's finale. We hope you enjoyed our usual Friday Night Funkin'!" The lady shouted with glee, a half-lidded gaze on the more than satisfied crowd of the bar.

Syn waved to Cassette and began walking away, but was suddenly frozen in place. The lady on the stereo was no longer, and now stood before him, a few inches taller, actually.

Syn knew for a fact this wasn't any sort of good news since her look seemed mischievous.

"Always so quick to leave... headed home?" She asked. "...yeah... why...?" Syn asked, looking for an opening, but still felt he couldn't necessarily move.

"Just asking. Can't tell I'm interested?" She mused, making Syn stare, blankly.

"In... me? Like romantically?" Syn asked in disbelief.

"Of course. I assume you've looked in a mirror? Regardless, every week I've been serenaded by your songs... mused by your rap battles. I don't think there's a single genre you can be beat at." The woman smirked, full of adoration.

"Which brings up the question; What's not to love?" She asked slowly bringing her hand to his chin.

"W-Woah, wait, wait. As a weak-willed individual, such direct actions are super-effective..." Syn said in confusion. "While, flattered, I'm not really sure what's going on here... you're hitting on me?" He asked in exasperation of events.

"Yup." She said with a smile.

"I'm... sorry, I guess. I just don't have the time to focus on a relationship. I hope you can understand." Syn said sincerely.

"Then it seems someone else is going to hit on you too." A menacing voice stated, making the woman's eyes widen.

Syn's body was lifted off the stage, before being flung across it at blurring speeds, nearly slamming into a parting Cassette. Syn's back crashed directly into a light stand, breaking it in half, slumping against the wall with widened eyes.

The loud snap of metal grabbed everyone's attention. Everyone slowly turned to the stage, seeing Syn slowly reaching for his chest, attempting to catch his breath.

The crowd grew silent as the figure who'd thrown him cracked his knuckles.

"Dad, what the fuck?!" The woman asked in shock. "I can handle rejection— I'm twenty-four!" The woman shouted with worry, starting to walk over, but the burly man with lavender skin, black eyes and red, glinting pupils stopped her and glared at Syn, who was being helped up by Cassette.

"What... the hell...?" Syn wheezed, stumbling to his knees.

"An example needs to be made... Some underground street rat doesn't have the right to reject my daughter." The man said crossing his arms. Syn was out of the loop, but the crowd and Cassette knew that the man on stage was bigger than anything they'd even fathom.

His reputation succeeded him.

"Syn... what did you say to her...?" Cassette asked in shock. "That I wasn't... interested." Syn answered.

"Dad, is this some sort of publicity stunt? I've told you about him..." The woman asked, whispering the last part.

"Listen, Syn, as much as I wanna help— there's somethings people shouldn't get involved in." Cassette said with a frown. Syn nodded and stood up again, glaring at the demon.

"...what the hell was that for?" Syn asked coldly.

"Weak-willed?" The woman accidentally butt in with a smirk.

"Listen, I don't care about your domestic drama, but don't drag me into it. Getting here was a pain as it is, and I'm not ending this night on getting thrown out by a cheap shot. If you wanna dance, we can dance, old man." Syn said cracking his own knuckles.

The demon huffed in amusement, and felt it'd be best to make quick work of him.

'One simple beatdown is enough. This kid... No one rejects my daughter.' The Demon thought with a smirk.

His thoughts ended a swift as Syn hit him.

Syn appeared in front of the Demon with a boisterous snap, slamming his fist into the Demon's face with a blank stare, watching the man's face fly away.

The Demon stumbled from the attack delivered at the speed of sound, and held his jaw in pain, the lavender quickly darkening.

"Change of plans." The Demon said glaring back at the defiant musician. Syn rose an eyebrow, before noticing the flash on several cameras, and Cassette staring with the widest eyes he'd seen.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Cassette screamed.

"He disrespected me, I disrespected him. Simple as that." Syn shrugged, not bothering to face her.

The Demon stared down Syn, their height difference being larger than a foot due to Syn's below average height, but his fierce stare showed no sign of backing down.

With a fist shrouded in a dark energy, the demon swung down at Syn, but a loud snap revealed he was no longer in place, having hopped above the attack with his right arm reeled back.

Throwing his hand out with another thunderous snap, a distortion in space tore through the stage and sent the Demon flying back next to his daughter, a thin yet long cut on his black blazer.

The great power had its repercussions, seeing as Syn's hand was scratched up a bit worse.

He landed and scoffed, waiting on the next move.

"So promising... imagine what could've been had you only said yes..." The Demon sighed. "Remember this name, boy... Daddy Dearest... I will make sure you're under my label one day..." He said before cracking something in his pocket.

A projectile was thrown down in front of Syn, and a vacuum began to swirl open and pull him in.

"Woah, what the—?!" Syn tried to hold his ground, but his power didn't offer enough friction.

"If you survive this, maybe I'll reconsider with more... business options in the future. Wasn't nice knowing ya', kid." Dearest sighed, shaking his head.

Syn slipped on his feet as the black void grew to large for him to handle, and was swept off his feet.

"FUUUUUUUUuuuuu—" Syn yelled as he was thrown into the abyss. "Damnit, dad!" The woman in the red dress cursed, before teleporting above the portal as well, falling in right behind him just before it shut.

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"What the fuck just happened...?" Cassette muttered in disbelief.

•

"uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCK!" Syn screamed as he fell through a white void with a black aura crawling up the bottom.

Broken platforms of earth and concrete were floating around, and it looked as if he wasn't headed for one.

"Fuck my anger issues!" Syn shouted as he prepared to snap to his right.

Before he could, he was scooped up into someone's arms, and they flew towards the largest platform within proximity.

On this platform, was an individual in a red hoodie with white accents, black jeans, and red sneakers, tapping his foot to a rhythm in his head, before seeing Syn land a bit roughly on his face.

"Sorry! Space is weird here... there's no real air." The woman in the red dress apologized.

Syn groaned and stood up with the help of the woman, just as the entity in front of them stopped tapping their foot.

"Huh...? Who the hell are you two?" A figure with a pitch black face, tendril like hair, and pure white teeth and eyes asked.

"Name's Syn. Short for Synchro. An alias, obviously." Syn waved, dusting off his clothes, but noticed he lost his red hoodie, "damnit."

"I'm Alexa. So, uh... where are we?" She asked.

"Woah, woah, woah! Nah uh. I should be asking YOU that, lady! What the hell was all that about?!" Syn said turning to Alexa.

"Overbearing and Protective father. He said he was gonna check on me when I asked you out, I didn't think he'd butt in!" She said waving her hands and looking away, but her smile never left her face.

"You mischievous little... that's not the point! He threw me into a wall, and now I'm in some void! I'm never playing at that bar again!" Syn said with a loud groan.

"Listen, whatever you two had going on, means nothing here. You two are inmates now." The entity butt in, hand on his hip in annoyance from Syn's yelling.

"It's been awhile since I've seen anyone thrown in here. I take it the fall was alright since you're here in one piece. I'm surprised some kid like you didn't break anything..." the entity chuckled.

"I'm nineteen, asshole." Syn said with squinted eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. It's about time we get this show on the road! I hope you know the only way out is rap. Not any rap— but a Rap Battle!" The entity said with enthusiasm.

"Tch..." Syn clicked his tongue as Alexa began to smirk.

"Listen, old timer. I'm not sure how long you've been down here, but I'm the best there is. You're on!" Syn said with a grin.

"Name's Agoti. You're going down!" He shouted.

The two spun out their mics, ready to fight.