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No one's pov.

Whitty seemed to have no choice.. Bf was blocking the exit to the alley way and the song was already starting.

His whole body felt as if it was on fire, but he had a plan.
'Beat this kid and get back inside for Y/n, easy.' Whitty thought to himself as bf started off the song.

"Number 3!! You're up!!" Whitty heard from inside, that means he had at least 3-5 minutes to get back inside.

'I can make it..' Whitty thought to himself as he started off slow to kinda get the flow of bf's rapping style. Ya know, testing the waters and trying to find his "weaknesses".

Bf was keeping up quite well, which meant Whitty would have to step up his game.

At the end of the song, bf grinned.
"Beep e o beep bop? Peebo o ah e"(Weren't you supposed to be my final battle last time? You were easier than Daddy dearest.) Bf beeped with a smug smirk on his face.
"Come on now bf.. dont be like that!" Gf frowned as she flipped through songs.
"A o! E o BEEP."(Its true! I want a BATTLE.) Bf frowned at the both of them.

Whitty was shaking a bit now.. he truly didn't want to be in this situation.
"I didn't wanna battle you in the first place, kid." Whitty said while staring daggers into the bf. Gf looked a bit nervous about the guy, but bf on the other hand looked excited.

"Get on to the next song, I don't have all day." Whitty sighed and held up his microphone again. Gf nodded and played a faster song.

Whitty ended up starting off the song this time, starting it a bit harder. Bf messes up only a bit, but starting getting into whitty's flow.
'Hurry up.. come on.. come on..!' Whitty thought as he gritted his teeth. His grip on the microphone tightens. Any tighter and the mic would practically shatter.

"Number 4, you're up!!" Whitty heard, making him mess up a little. Bf grinned at that.. it was helping him win.
'Shit shit!!!' Whitty thought as he began messing up more frequently. His thoughts were racing and his palms were sweaty.

The song ended.

"Beep skdoo bop? Oo a o.." (That all you got? You're kinda bad..) Bf beeped insults at the poor bomb.
"Like I said.. I didn't even WANT to battle you in the first place, dumbass!!" Whitty's body temperature was rising.
"Bee o? A a e o" (Oh yeah? Well maybe you're just pussy) Bf grinned.. it seemed like he was trying to get Whitty to do something harder..

"NO YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME MISS MY FRIENDS TRY OUTS!! OR EVEN WORSE?? GET ME CAUGHT." Whitty growled at the two. His voice sounded more aggressive and electrical than it did before. His fuse was glowing at the tip as if it was going to start burning soon.

"P u s s y" Bf spells out only to make Whitty more mad. Whitty's face changed to shock for a second.
"...." Whitty didn't know how to respond to that..

"Alll right everyone.. last but not least NUMBER 5!! You're up!" Whitty had a blank look on his face as he stared at the wall.
"Beep?"(Whitty?)" Bf questions as he looked up at him. His face showed no expressions and he didn't blink.

Whitty slowly turned his gaze back to the short blue haired boy, squeezing his mic so hard that it snapped. His eye twitched as he gritted his teeth, and threw his microphone at the ground. It shattered into many pieces.. definitely not fixable even if you tired.

"YOU BITCH. YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!" Whitty said harshly, clenching his head before "shouting" loudly. It was powerful enough to make your ears bleed.

"M-maybe we went a little too far?" Gf questions with a nervous smile. Whitty was far bigger than the two of them, and could most definitely kill them off quickly. The thought of that made her body shake uncontrollably.
"A.. A e o a e"(Eh.. not my fault he can't handle a little battle) Bf shrugged, watching Whitty have his little "tantrum".

When he looked back down at the two, his appearance was noticeably different. His eyes were changing many different shapes and his whole body seemed to be glowing. Both Bf and Gf could feel the hot heat being emitted off his body.

"O?? A oh oo? Beep a bo!"(Oh? Playstation eyes? I'm so scared!) "Bf!! Stop it! We really need to get out of here!" "O a ee! A a a!"(Not yet! One more battle!) "BF-"
"SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP. IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Whitty snarled, his whole body was shaking in anger as he began slowly approaching the two.

Y/n's pov.

"Huh.. Where's Whitty? I didn't see him the whole time? Whatever its fine.. maybe he's in the bathroom!" I thought out loud as I began exiting the building. If he was, I'd wait outside for him.

Wait..

Whitty doesn't use the damn bathroom!!

I haven't seen him use it once unless to shower.. That wouldn't make any sense would it?

I began thinking of where he could possibly be until I heard voices coming from the alley way.

Two of them sounded familiar while the other one sounded a bit feminine.

"Ayo? Whitty, you back there bro?" I called out to who ever was in the alley way. No answer.

Shit.

Whats with people and alleyways nowadays? This is the second time I've had to venture into one! Both being dark and shady as hell!

At least this time I had a gun on me, just incase I had to shoot a bitch up.

"Ok y/n.. You got this. It isn't your first time.. and you're a tough bitch!! Lets go!" I smirked and took the gun out of my pocket. I did the funny little gun spinny thing and made sure that there was bullets in it before actually going in.

It was dark as hell, but bright enough to see my surroundings. Towards the back of the alley way, I could see a purplish glow.

"Hmm... Hold up. Whitty isn't purple is he?" I straight up stopped everything I was doing just to think about that stupid question.
"Isn't he like.. dark gray or black..?" I thought out loud to nobody in particular.
(I only added this stupid little part because that's what I did while making it.. I paused for a whole 15 minutes just talking about the topic)

"Oh shit wait I'm supposed to be investigating.." I snapped out of it, pushing the dumb thought to the back of my head. I began walking again, doing my best to avoid walking into dumpster.

The closer I got to the back, the louder the feminine voices cries could be heard.

"I'm gonna fucking rip your arms off and shove them down your throat. And you? Ill do worse.. I'll rip your balls off, and let you bleed out you little piece of shit." I heard the voice harshly say, making me snicker a bit.
"*Snickering* balls hahaha" I repeated to myself. My humor was a bit childish..

Suddenly.. the attention was drawn onto me. There whitty stood, looking back at me.

He looked fucking crazy, but I could admit.. his Playstation eyes were pretty cool?

"Whitty?" I called to him, making his eyes go a bit wide. He couldn't exactly see me that well, but he could hear who I was.

"Y/...n?" Whitty responded, his voice sounded harsh but sad at the same time. I could tell that his "crazy" and "insane" vibes were changing to the nervous and upset ones. The shapes in his eyes began changing slower as he looked at me sadly.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it to the tryouts.. I was getting anxious in there, a-and I had to take a step outside but had to stay hidden then he started a battle with me and i.." I could see the black tears swelling up in his eyes.
"Whitty? You don't have to explain yourself bro!" I gave him a sweet smile.
"I understand.. it was only the try outs anyways!" I shrugged.

"No i.. genuinely wanted to see you perform.." His voice began changing back to normal as the shapes in his eyes began disappearing.
"Whitty." I said sternly. He looked down at me to show he was listening.
"You literally live with me now, I could perform for you whenever!" I smiled, patting him on the shoulder.

"And I still get a pillow right?" He suddenly asked.
"I said I'd get you one either way so.. I don't see why not?" I nodded. We forgot all about the two Bf and Gf sitting by the wall. I turned my gaze to the two.

"Wait. Is that the little shit who made you mad?" I pointed at the dude with the blue hair. I knew him from the Friday night funk, but I never expected him to be a dick bag.
Whitty slowly nodded and looked down at his feet. I began approaching the two, making them both look up at me.

"Hey you little shit, mess with my friend again and ill blow your brains out. I'm trying to help him and I don't need your ratty ass stressing him out. Got it, miku wanna be?" I smirked while pointing the gun at him.
"Beep bo!" He exclaimed, got his girl and got out of here.

"The fuck he said to me?" I raised a brow, trying to process that.
"I believe he said "fuck you" or something.." Whitty mumbled.
"What?? That little shi-" "Joking, he actually said 'fine ok'" Whitty joked as he began exiting the alley way.
"Damn.. alright.. Wait wait up!" I ran after him.
(Kinda random but whitty walked away cause he was smiling a bit, you still haven't seen him smile yet.)

Guess it was time to go home yeah? Right after I get this man a pillow..

Bonus part in nobody's pov.

It was Thursday morning now and y/n was cleaning up their room. Kinda early.. no Whitty awake yet!

Might as well take a look at the adorable sleeping Whitty though am I right?

Y/n made their way out to the living room to check up on him, and what they seen was literally the cutest shit ever..

Whitty snuggled up to a pillow.

(LITERALLY T H I S. OUGHYFUCK I LOVE HIM OGDIGS. CREDITS TO Sock.clip FOR THE LOVELY PICTURE THANK YOU FOR THE JUICE!!)

Thats when y/n realized that they couldn't let Whitty sleep on a couch forever..

They had one extra room in their house that was only used for holding things like their electric guitar, bass guitar, and a few electronic keyboards.

Whitty's new room? Coming soon!

WELL THERES THAT!! Also this is only the first time you see Whitty go "ballistic". This story has only just barely began! I have a lot planned for you😏
NEXT PART IS GONNA BE OUT TOMORROW!
YOU MIGHT BE ASKING WHY DO I UPDATING EVERYDAY? WELL....
Im legit having fun writing this book, and sometimes I have ideas and I don't wanna forget them!