MindCrack The Musical - Part 1: Le Gasp

[subliminalcircles]

I'M WORKING ON MINDCRACK ORIGINS, I SWEAR!
This is the result of what happens after writing a bunch of super John Green-level deep stuff and writing very serious shiz: Something completely random and as deep as a kitty-pool.
Enjoy! :P

Aureylian was asleep at her temporary set-up at "Things That Are Dyed." The clock read 7:59 AM. Her rhythmic snores harmonized with the tick-tock of the clock.

Tick-tock snoooore, tick-tock snoooore…

Riiiiiiiing

Aureylian, her eyes still closed, punched the clock and did an awesome backflip out of bed, landing in a kneeling position. A happy ukulele melody started playing out of no where.

"Today's gonna be great, what a delight! The shining sun serves as my spotlight!"

She kicked open the door and power walked on the road to Spawn Town.

"Not a cloud in the sky, grass couldn't be greener! A perfect painting from the mind of a dreamer!"
The fountain of Spawn Town came into view.

"Clear waters, cloud nine! This day is all mine! Majykal, fantastical, all I have to do is smile!"

Doc was on the edge of the square, advertising his Doc Shop booth. “Clap, clap, clapclapclap, clapclapclapclap, DOC SHOP!”

Aureylian burst through the doors of the Royal Chicken where BTC was wiping off the counters, and the melody changed to some sick rap beat.

"Yo, how's it shakin'? What's in the oven? Chicken biscuits? Chicken bacon? Is it time to dig in?"

BTC took his rag and used it as a mock DJ vinyl. “Chicken omelets, herbal tea, McDonalds ain’t got nothing on me! Today’s special be chicken grits, but it’s on the house, thank old Bits.” He then proceeded to slide several bowls along the counter that perfectly matched up with all the seats.

All the sudden, all the MindCrackers burst through the door! “Fill yo face right in yo place!” They all swarmed to the bowls of chicken grits and gorged their faces into the succulent, juicy, nutritious breakfast.

Aureylian took this as a sign to jump up on the counter and use it as her runway. She spread out her arms and did some sweet kicks. “I now have to eat this food."

Everybody jumped up. "Obviously, ya doof."

She jumped down and started drinking her grits, quite literally.

BTC put one foot on a stool and started singing this freakin' awesome ballad. "I serve from my heart as a delicacy, passed down by the gods through Delphi! Culinary delights from the sky, the day there is not chicken is the day I-"

Someone slammed their fist on the counter and finished BTC’s line, "DIE!"

Everybody gasped. It was the notorious Vechs! The whole diner was silent except for the sound of Vechs getting up and make his way to Bitsy. His cape billowed behind him, and Generikb mouth-trumpeted the Darth Vader song.

All eyes watches the evil mapmaker as he approached BTC, who took his place behind the counter. Bitsy glared very loudly at him. Some guitar music started playing, like a Mexican standoff.

"How may I help you, you want some espresso? Will this be for here or to go?"

Vechs grinded his teeth and replied. “Thy vermin hath put cheese on my grits and put in chicken chunks instead of chicken bits. Your fate for upsetting me is very grim, and I shall have your head hanging by the seam!”

“You’re rhymes are off, I inspect,” replied BTC, rolling his eyes.

Vechs sighed. “I hope to be no disrespect.” He whipped out his sword and pointed it across the counter. “I shall have your skull on a platter, for an error in the order is what the matter!”

BTC jumped onto the counter, above Vechs, and brought out a sword of his own. “If it’s a challenge you want, it’s a challenge you get. I will not tolerate such a taunt and will cut off your head!”