This whole chapter is devoted to xlittle0humanx my favorite fan of all time X'3 (and to all you people out there who think it's unfair to have a favorite, we all know parents have favorites no matter how hard they deny it, so I won't bother lying that I don't)

Plus, I dunno if any of you did some kind of prayers or called satan for help or something, but I'm feeling a lot better ^^ thanks to ya'll who had my back :D

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

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As Scratchmen cheerfully waved the screaming crowd goodbye while doing a small jig, Bege merely rolled his eyes with a deep scowl at the ridiculous behavior the other was showing and calmly walked onto the empty stage as if nothing was wrong.

Sometimes he wondered why he ever decided to work alongside such incompetent fools? I mean, what was up with dancing? He was just as popular with the crowd as any of them yet he never felt the need to dance for these mere commoners.

Play us like pawns and relentlessly confine,

A picture of two different colored pawns in a game of chess appeared onto the screen and suddenly, it flashed and the brown pawn was bloodstained with the white snapped in half.

Into living up to gender roles and having absent minds~

Then the screened showed two young black figures, the one on the right had a bright white smile that mirrored the other's, but had pigtails and a spring dress, while the one on the left had a blue jersey and a pair of foggy glasses.

Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?~

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?~

Then the image of the two toddlers flashed and the two of them appeared again but in the same attire of, black tights, black sweaters and hunched backs to try and hide the spray paint cans behind their backs with naughty smiles plastered onto their faces.

Like, hush now, don't say, don't say~

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

Bounded all thoughts and corrected common sense, you're raising suicidals with your predetermined titles like "a mess" "distressed" "I am unimpressed" "you're excess"~

With every statement, a flash of a knife or a bloodstain appeared on the screen and made the audience shuffle when strange chills went down their spines.

"A dress, is all you'll ever be"~

Gender roles impose control and deceive progressive times~

Welcome to the land of the broken minds~

Now the two kids appeared onto the screen again, but this time they looked even older and had glistening knifes hiding behind their backs this time with almost demonic smiles on their faces.

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

As the room went quiet, people began to nervously stand stiff as the screens progressively continued to darken.

We feign opulence just to get by~

A flash of endless riches of gold and jewels went by.

Put on false confidence just to feel alive~

A child that had endless tears steam down their face with a wide, fake smile.

They can't hurt me anymore~

A dark mob of devilish looking people.

There's nothing left to break of me~

A shattered child.

There's nothing left to take from me~

A home burnt straight to the ground.

'Cause, baby, it's easy to fake a smile, when you've been doing it for a while~

Baby, it's easy to fake a smile, when you've been doing it for a while~

A battered child beat beyond repair.

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy, don't say a word, throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl, just bat your eyes, play our little game, play our little game~

Hush, boy, oh, hush, boy~

Hush, girl, oh, hush, girl~

Play our little game~

Play our little game~

Play our little game~

Play our little game~

Play our little game, won't you play with me?~

And without a single word uttered amongst the tense silence, the room faded into a total darkness that not even a nocturnal animal could see in, and the crowd sweat dropped when they finally flashed back on and the grumpy old man was gone.

Well shit, that was awkward, no one knew what to do after that, that is until a familiarly grinning monk walked onto the stage with a not so subtle sweat drop going down his own cheek.

He had no idea why, but Bege just had to make everything awkward after they all worked so hard to pump up the crowd..well, time to try and make things comfortable again.

(A/N: I wanna apologize if yur not a Hamilton fan cause that's where this song's from..plus I had to tweak the lyrics for the sake of story...and I feel ashamed to have needed to do that)

Theodosia writes me a letter every day~

As soon as the music started, Urouge started to clap along immediately, but he didn't make any move to dance or even sway to the beat.

I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away~

He's on the British side in Georgia, he's trying to keep the colonies in line~

But he can keep all of Georgia, Theodosia, she's mine~

Love doesn't discriminate~

Between the sinners and the saints~

It takes and it takes and it takes~

And we keep loving anyway~

We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes~

And if there's a reason I'm by her side, when so many have tried~

Then I'm willing to wait for it~

I'm willing to wait for it~

My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher~

(Preacher, preacher, preacher~)

But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya~

(Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya~)

My mother was a genius~

(Genius~)

My father commanded respect~

(Respect, respect~)

When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect~

Death doesn't discriminate~

Between the sinners and the saints~

It takes and it takes and it takes~

And we keep living anyway~

We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes~

And if there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died~

I'm willing to wait for it~

(Wait for it~)

I'm willing to wait for it~

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it~

I am the one thing in life I can control~

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it~

I am inimitable, I am an original~

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it~

I'm not falling behind or running late~

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it~

I'm not standing still, I am lying in wait~

Wait, wait, wait~

Trafalgar faces an endless uphill climb~

Climb, climb, climb~

They have something to prove~

They have nothing to lose~

Lose, lose, lose, lose~

Trafalgar's pace is relentless~

They waste no time~

Time, time, time~

What is it like in their shoes?~

Trafalgar doesn't hesitate~

They exhibit no restraint~

They take and they take and they take, and they keep winning anyway~

They change all the games, they play and they raise all the stakes~

And if there's a reason they seem to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit I'm willing to wait for it~

(wait for it, wait for~...)

I'm willing to wait for it~...

Life doesn't discriminate~

Between the sinners and the saints~

It takes and it takes and it takes~

And we keep living anyway~

We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes~

And if there's a reason I'm still alive, when so many have died~

Then I'm willin' to~

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait for it~...

Wait~...

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By: Benny Name: Little Game

In: Hamilton Musical Name: Wait For It

A/N: Omg I'm fucking allergic to lyrics now...IT'S TORTURE!!!