HEYY! My apologies for not posting yesterday. I love posting nearly everyday cause its fun writing them.

ANYWHOO
ON TO THE NEXT PART BROSKIS!
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No one's pov.

"Hey Whitty, hey!" Y/n plopped down on the couch next to him. Y/n was wide awake now and extra hyper. HMMM I WONDER WHY???!??
"Huh..?" Whitty looks over at them, a bit confused. They were always known as high spirited with a funny personality, but they've been going on for 3 hours.

"You ready for the Friday night funk tonight? Its gonna be super cool!" Y/n grinned at the bomb boy.
"I mean, of course? Your first time, isn't it?" Whitty responded with a small shrug.
"Fuck yeah!! And the coolest part is?? Im going with someone whose participated in the events multiple times!!" Y/n grabbed him by his shoulders making him heat up a bit.
"Uh- I've um-" "Huh? Spit it out boy!" "I've only been going for like 10 months, nothing special." He said while avoiding eye contact since they were pretty close.

"So?? How many Fridays are in 10 months. Around 40 yeah?" Y/n grinned at him, moving back from the awkward man.
"Yeah but only went like once or twice a month.." he mumbled, fidgeting with his hoodie zipper.
"SO? And how many did you win?" Y/n questioned him, that same grin still on their face.
"All of them, but your point is..?" Whitty questioned them. He had no idea where they were going with this..

"Its cool as hell to be going with an experienced person! Thats all!" Y/n said happily and stood up.
"Ohh.. I thought you were gonna try to get me to sign up or somethin-" Whitty flinched when y/n's head snapped towards him.
"We save that for another time." Y/n said with a blank expression making Whitty tremble a bit. He was gonna speak up about it, but the hyper Y/n had already changed subjects.

"Anywayys! I want your choice. Bass guitar or electric guitar? About a month ago they started allowing instruments so might as well?" Y/n questioned, after all.. he was the one with a guitar hero voice.
"Hmm well I'd say electric. It'd be nice if it fit the pitch of your voice though? I haven't heard you yet so I can't give a good choice." Whitty suggested. (BE QUIET I HAVE AN ELECTRIC GUITAR BUT I DONT KNOW HOW IT WORKS IN THE SINGER WORLD HELP)
"Good choice bro! I was probably gonna choose it either way but you right!" Y/n exclaimed before heading to their room.

"Oh and we're leaving in about an hour or two, so I'd get ready if I were you!" Y/n said from their room making whitty get up and go get dressed in the bathroom.

Still no one's pov. Just in a different place?

"Hey sinister, so ya got the information on that bomb guy ey? So that means our jobs almost done??" The little guy asked the leader who was sitting on the tree, picking at her teeth.
"Guess you could say that. If we get the job DONE that is." She said in a low growl.
"Oh yeah.. dontcha have to tell mr cloud guy?" He asked, leaning over a rock.
"Of course. There's at least an hour left till the Friday Night Funk, we have plenty of time." Sinister leans back, took out her phone, and dials up updyke's business phone number.

Ringing..

Still ringing..

He finally picked up.

(This is updyke. This is sinister)

"Hello?"
"Ay Mr cloud gu- I MEAN updyke."
"What were you about to call me? Whatever, what did you need?"
"So I got some very good news on where Whitty will be tonight. You remember that club you went to last week to check out? He'll be there tonight and he's got a friend."
"Any information on the friend?"
"They have (hair length) (hair color) hair, around (height) ft tall."
"Excellent! Meet me at the club tonight. I will bring backup this time."
"Got it, cloud man."
"Be quie-" He hung up before he finished his sentence.

Sinister laughed a bit at that, but they couldn't help but wonder..

Did Updyke ever feel bad for having to do this? She knew he couldn't possibly wanna destroy someone who could possibly be unaware of their powers, even if they were highly dangerous. Whitty was a living person too who most definitely had no bad intentions.

Sinister wasn't all cold hearted, just simply doing her job as she's getting paid for it.

"Chomper? Get the other two. Also get the baseball bats, got it?" Sinister said coldly with a sharky grin.
"Yes ma'am!" Chomper nodded and skipped off to go get the others. Her smile dropped as she leaned back on the tree.

Back to Whitty and Y/n!

"Hey Whits! You ready?" Y/n said as they slid the guitar into its case. They put it on their back and picked up the amplifier too.
"Of course, im pretty excited to see you perform." Whitty had a small smile on his face which y/n clearly didn't see.

They'd catch it one day..

"Then let's get going!" Y/n rushed to the car, amplifier in hand with Whitty trailing behind them.
Crawling into the back seat, a small sense of dread rang in his mind.

Friday night funks usually held 20-100 people each Friday which is considered alot for such a small building. That amount of attention would most definitely cause more attention to the club, more people hanging around outside to see the view.

Enough attention to cause those two groups to come to the site as well. He knew the cherry bombs too.. would check everywhere for him just to get their job done.

Whitty snapped out of his thoughts, noticing that his surroundings changed, signaling that they were at the club already.

Once the car came to a full stop, he heard Y/n say "We're here!" before getting out to let him out the car. Whitty crawls out the car and stretched a bit from being in such a small area.

"Ay Whitty, mind carrying the amp for me? And don't forget to put your hoodie on!" Y/n pointed out as they handed him the amplifier and put the guitar back on their back. Whitty almost instantly covered up his head and pulled on the strings to tighten it up.

On the way inside, the two saw Miku wanna be and his girlfriend that he probably bought for 20 dollars. Bf looked at the two, sweating a bit when he saw Y/n as he remembered what they said. "Beep..." Bf mumbled to himself as he realizes he'd have to go up against them in the end.

Today's Friday night funk was pretty simple! 4 starters, 2 against 2. Who ever won that, the winning 2 would go against each other. Out of the winning 2, the person who wins would go home with 1k-10k in money.

"Go pick a seat, ill be back stage with the other 4 contests. I'll cya after the show, friendo!" Y/n said and pat whitty on the arm, which he nodded and went to go find a seat away from other people.(ANTI SOCIAL MUCH?? yeah me too....)

After a few minutes of waiting, the crowd heard the mic bump something.
"Ahem.. is it on? Checking! 1 2 7 3!" The judge said into the mic happily.

"Allllright everybody! Today is another Friday night funk as we all know! We have 4 contestants. Pico, bf, mom, and Y/n!! Pico is against bf, and mom will be against Y/n! First up? Pico and Bf!" The judge announced.

The two walked out on stage now. Pico holding his famous gun.(unloaded, its only for show, he does carry bullets in case though!)
"So we meet again? Huh Bf." Pico spoke darkly with a smirk. Bf nodded as he watched Gf come up on stage too. She was usually the dj at the Friday night funks.

She hopped up on to the speaker, connecting her phone and began scrolling through playlists.
"Hmm.. This will do!" She smiled as she tapped on a song. It had a pretty chill beat to it.

(Not gonna really write much on the pico vs bf and mom vs y/n part! It's all about the finals ya know? So this is just a bit of a skip to then!)

Y/n smirked as they watched the mom gasp in defeat. "Gee.. and I sure did think I was gonna win this one. Good job though, honey!" She smiled at y/n sweetly and pat their head.
"Beat the boyfriend dear. Its time to dethrone him after all.." She leaned down and whispered to Y/n before heading off stage.

"And our final two battling will be..... Bf vs Y/n!!" The judge announced as Y/n finally took the guitar out of its case and plugged it in to the amplifier.

(The battle between them is much like whitty's in ballistic. Not the exact same tune but the guitar is gonna be the main music sorce)

"You ready you little blue haired piece of shit?" Y/n grinned at him as they made sure the guitar was tuned and ready.
Bf motioned for them to bring it with a smug smile on his face.
"Guess this is another way to make you pay huh? Without death involved. Gf, go ahead and drop a beat." Y/n motions to her, and she does. The beat she played was simple and face paced.

Y/n would have to start of the song since there wasn't an exact tune, plus bf was better at following anyways.

"Ready? Set. Go!" Y/n said as they began playing a bit of an easy tune at first which bf could easily keep up with.

"Nice nice.." Y/n complemented him before doing their next part, it was a bit harder. He still managed..

Y/n's plan was to make it get gradually harder and then play something so impossible that he'd just quit. Simple as that huh?

Right as Y/n was about to play the next chords, the sound of breaking glass was heard.

"Guess whoo~!!" A deep but feminine voice said. They broke through the windows and the beat up bouncer was laying on the ground.

"Its sinisterr~" They said in a sing song voice. The music had stopped and everyone was staring at her.
"..." Her face went blank as she tapped her foot, seemingly waiting for someone.

"Sorry. Waiting for the rest of the group.." She shrugged, leaning on her baseball bat.

Whitty most definitely didn't look to pleased about this..

HAHAH!! NOW YOU HAVE TO WAIT TILL MORNING TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!

THIS WAS A LONG WRITE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT? Gonna release some info about the Cherry Bomb gang in my art book sometime today or tomorrow!