• Interactions of characters. Some are canonically connected, some may never meet. Who knows...
  • A reminder, please don't steal my ideas or my characters... I will personally kill you, in a family friendly way. ~ <3

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Subconscious hell hole... ACT 1

• [At the karaoke...]
• Sub: Come on dude, you gotta at least try it! Just this one, sing a little, have some fun!
• S: Only if I get to go home after this one...
• Sub: Yeah yeah, I was getting tired anyways, so it's fine.
• S: Oh! I know this one, easy.
• Sub: Aight! Let's do it then!
• [The song started, and soon, they began singing according to the text that appeared at the screen inside the karaoke room.]
• S: You are... My fire...
• Sub: The one... Desi~ii~re...
• S: B-Believe... When I say...?
• Sub: I want it that wa~ay~!
• S: Tell me why...? [S was already starting to lose it.]
• Sub: AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE~~~!!
• S: Pfftt, tell me why~!
• Sub: AIN'T NOTHING BUT A MISS~TAKE~~!!
• S: I- [S was cut off shortly.]
• Sub: NEVER WANNA HEAR YA SA~AY... I... WANT... IT... TH~~AT WA~AY~~~!!

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Subconscious hell hole... ACT 2

• Sub: Yo! [Thou was wearing a casual knight outfit, yielding a sword on thy left hand.]
• S: Yo. Why are you dressed that way?
• Sub: It's RPG day, I'm just getting in character!
• S: You play RPG?
• Sub: 'Course I do, I love bullying the DM into adding weird shit in the game. Wanna go and watch a bit?
• S: Sorry, can't. I still have to archive some OCs, especially because JOJO's Part 9 was announced.
• Sub: IT WAS?! [Thou was stunned, seemingly excited.] Was it official?
• S: I don't know, I saw it on twitter.
• Sub: Damn, nothing impresses you man, when I'm back, be prepared, I'll 100% put on my joot cosplay and celebrate.
• S: [A giggle escaped one's mouth.] Alright, just don't overdo it this time, I don't want to clean up your messes again.
• Sub: LMAO, I'll try! Well, I'm off, take care of your health and eat on time.
• S: Yeah yeah, have a good game. And don't bully your friends too much.
• Sub: Bye mate! [Waves and leaves their home.]

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Diverso + Week.

• Diverso: How is this any better than staying at home watching TV?
• Week: Can you join the TV?
• Diverso: What's that supposed to mean?
• Week: [With no explanation, he had already jumped off the roof and joined the fight, you could hear a fading sound "DICOUNT FRIDAY!"]
• Diverso: How impulsive. As long as he doesn't drag me into it.
• [BOOM; An explosion made Diverso somewhat aware that he had spoken too soon.]
• Diverso: For god's sake. [He screamed] I'LL KILL THE ENEMY AND THEN YOU, PIECE OF SHIT!
• [Week gave him an audible laugh, although the explosions made it hard to tell.]

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An Ode to the Forgotten.

• Diverso: Hey. Aren't you tired? I mean, of this line of business.
• Week: Why should I? Don't tell me you want to quit.
• Diverso: No! I mean, yes, but... Not now. To be fair, the amount of people we have killed, there's no way we can settle with a normal life...
• Week: So, you're afraid?
• [An audible sighing sound came from Luce, not wanting to answer the question.]
• Week: I get it. But think about it, if we are gonna stay in this hell hole of a job for ever, at least we have each other.
• Diverso: My ass, I don't have a mafia partnership like you, if I get hurt is the end, dude.
• Week: I can always exchange a job for your life.
• Diverso: Don't even joke about it, asshole. What if they tell you to kill someone "innocent", or worst, the president!
• [Week laughed at the ridiculousness of that thought, though he did think about it a little.]
• Week: Well, in any case, I'd do whatever to save you.
• Diverso: Don't sweet talk me, bastard.
• Week: I'm not sweet talking you, I'm being honest, Luce.
• Diverso: [Sigh] If there ever comes the day where we are both in a run or die situation... Can you abandon me? Save yourself, I mean.
• Week: Refused. [He looked a bit disappointed] Stop being suicidal for a second. If we have to die, we die. Prioritize your life a little.
• Diverso: I'm not suicidal! I just don't want you to die trying to help dead weight.
• Week: Alright, that's it, no more of that. Let's just menacingly stare at the starry sky for now.
• Diverso: Why menacingly? [He gave a confused look towards Week.]
• Week: Because I refuse to like stars.
• Diverso: Pffftt, [He held back laughter] dumbass. I sometimes forget you hate the stupidest things...

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Soft Days.

• [Week had finished his 'favor' to La Squadra, he was just resting at a little hidden place, since it was a favor, he had come alone for a change of pace.]
• Days: [He gasped after ending up in the same place as Week] Oh my. Are you helping out or are you here for business?
• Week: You ask too much.
• Days: Aw come on, I'm just a little curious. [He sat beside Week.] It's not like it's a secret... Wait, it's not a secret is it?
• Week: No, it's not, but I'm still not telling you. [He gave away a little side smile.]
• Days: What the heck! Totally not fair. Also, what's this on your hand? Did you get hurt?
• Week: Only a little, and I won't let you shoot it. Don't even think about it.
• Days: Hey! No way I would shoot something that could be fine if I just put on a band-aid.
• Week: Do you even have a band-aid? [He doubted]
• Days: Of course I do. I'm a doctor, dummie.
• Week: Alright Doc, what's you diagnose.
• [Days Laughed a little before handing Week a band-aind from his pocket.]
• Days: You're a smart boy, I'm sure you can put it on without my help.
• Week: Pffftt, how dare you, I'm going to stick this in your hair out of spi-. [His phone rang.]
• [Days kept quiet while Week answered the phone, the voice wasn't loud, but Days had enough experience in staying quiet and listening to know exactly who it was.]
• ["Do you have any Spider Lilies and Oleanders in stock?" The voice of a man that did not like to joke around.]
• Week: Now what do you want?
• ["You're with the Doctor aren't you." That line made Days shriek quietly, but loud enough for Week to give him a flick on the forehead, which didn't exactly help since it made days say an "Ouch" out loud.]
• Week: Yeah that's right, how did you guess?
• [The voice said "You never swear when you're with him. It's quite easy to know."]
• Week: Lucky bastard.
• Days: Language. Hello, Boss! [Discount Days's childlike way of acting could deceive many, but not Risotto Nero.]
• ["Listen carefully, this is your next mission. Both of you..." Risotto explained the steps of the mission carefully and clearly, both Days and Week could understand him very well.]

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Vita.

• [The door was aggressively opened and slammed shut...]