the impossible has happened and i'm back for another chapter!
okay so i'm probably too old for this at this point but honestly who cares. also--i haven't read the books in over two years, but i am a whole lot better at writing dialogue and writing in general, so expect this chapter to be both better and worse.
i might give up halfway through like i have in other ones, but i'll try my hardest not to. we'll see. this writing style is honestly so repetitive it's exhausting.
*the keeper crew--Sophie, Keefe, Dex, Biana, and Fitz--are teleported into a gray room, with large speakers in the corners.*
Sophie: Oh gosh, another one of these?
Dex: Sophie, what are those? *he points to the speakers*
Sophie: Speakers, I guess? They're for playing music.
Dex: *walks over to them, begins investigating.* They're so complicated, though. That seems completely counterintuitive.
Keefe: Counter-what-now?
Dex: Okay, y'know what, it doesn't matter. Doggo_Gal, what torture is planned for us today?
Me: Torture?! I'm so insulted. Actually, we're listening to the tortured poets department!
Sophie: *groans.* Ugh, seriously?
Biana: Oh, I've heard of that! Isn't it by Taylor Swift? It's human music, guys, I bet it's super good.
Sophie: Not this one.
Fitz: Yeah, why don't we listen to something else? Sophie's the expert on humans, and if she doesn't like it, I bet it's not very good anyways.
Keefe: I'm curious now. C'mon, Fitzster, cover your ears if you've gotta. Doggo_Gal, turn up the beats!
Me: *pulls my phone out of my pocket.*
Dex: Oh, how does that work?
Me: *presses a button, starting with fortnight*
Sophie: Post Malone is so much better than Taylor Swift.
Me: Wrong once again. Everyone else, opinions so far?
Keefe: *frowning* it's very... quiet.
Fitz: Sophie was right.
Biana: It's nice I guess, but I don't know, I like 1989 more.
Sophie: How do you even know all those albums, Biana?
Biana: *flips her hair over her shoulder* I do my research. Especially when it comes to T-Swizzle!
Fitz: *groaning* please never say that word again, Biana.
Biana: *rapping* I'm like eight foot four, blonde hair to the floor, you shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore! I'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night--
Keefe: *absolutely vibing* ...you out clubbing, well I just made caramel delight!
Biana: *high fives Keefe* you get it!
Fitz: Okay, bonding party over. Can we turn on something else?
Me: Well, what vibe are you feeling, Fitz?
Dex: Something less synth, maybe?
Me: It's all synth. The genre is synth-pop.
Biana: See, Dex, I totally coulda told you that.
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