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Admire Vega was sitting on a lone bench near the front of Tracen Academy. Her eyes, like most of the time, were glued onto her phone. A recluse reserved only for herself, she didn’t plan on talking to anyone but Silence Suzuka late at night. However, one thing was for certain. It was that blasted Opera O that always, without a shadow of a doubt, messed up her entire day, noon, and evening. Hopefully, she didn’t-
“Hello everyone! It is I, TM Opera O from the popular Tracen Academy!” TM Opera O yelled at the top of her lungs right in front of Ayabe, “If you want me to win the Arima Kinen, please give me your credit card number in the-”
Admire Vega sighed, shouting, “Don’t trust Opera O! Just leave everyone out of-”
“I TRUST HER!” Vega looked towards the corner of her eye to notice Meisho Doto believing in this fool, “Anything for you Opera O! My credit card number is ████ ███ ████!”
Admire Vega put both her hands in her hair and pulled them out as soon as Doto said that. Why did she immediately believe her! Why do these idiots keep going to her space and ruining her AO3 fanfic session!
“Excellent! Thank you Doto!” TM Opera O bowed.
“No! Doto! What are you doing!” Admire Vega locked eyes directly on Meisho Doto.
“I promise this will go to good use.”
Admire Vega shook her head several times saying these words, “nononononoNONONONONONO NO NOOO!”
Oh thank the stars above that it was a nightmare. Admire Vega woke up completely awake, hyperventilating several times as she looked at the surroundings around her. In her hands was her phone, staring at the AO3 tab that she had. Of course, at lamp’s brightness, she could probably look through several fics before she dozed off to sleep. After all, it was 3 AM right?
Unfortunately, the sunshine was hitting directly behind her. Did she sleep that entire nightmare sequence? Clearly, the sweat on her forehead indicated that she would’ve woken up in the middle of the night. How was it daytime? Did she sleep for over 12 hours? Then she heard the most dreaded sound she could’ve possibly heard throughout her many years in Tracen Academy.
TM Opera O was singing in the shower. She didn’t realize this before, but there was definitely someone in the shower in their dormitory, singing along to her own melody that she created several years ago. That blasted Opera O! Why couldn’t she just leave her alone! Wait, why is she even in her dorm? She isn’t even her roommate! All this talk about Opera O made Admire Vega want to scream so loud.
And she did.
“Ah! Ayabe-San! I see you’re quite the fan of my singing!” Opera O said from behind the wall, “Don’t worry! I will do more and more of my glorious, perfectious singing!”
“GET OUUUTTTT OF MY DOOOOORRRRMMM!”
Okay this one didn’t even try to hide the fact that it was a nightmare. Admire Vega woke up, flinging the sweat away from her already dripping forehead. Surely this time, this was reality, right?
WHY IS SHE IN THE AUDIENCE OF A STAGE? WHERE IS SHE? Had she slept in the middle of a theatrical performance? She hated crowds! What the hell was she doing in an auditorium! Until she realized what this was. She didn’t have her phone with her and she definitely didn’t have her marbles. She slowly turned her head up to stare at the one, the only… TM Opera O.
“Everyone! Thank you so so much of your glorious attention!” TM Opera O said, bowing like she always did, “Now! The fact that you, yes you, have endured all four hours of my epic musical! This sets the stage for ANOTHER RENDITION OF THE OPERA THEATER: SUCH IS MY FATE!”
“AFHAHFHASFHDSHFSDHFAHHAFHFAHFHAFHASHFHAFDSHSADHFHAFHAHSDFHSADFHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Admire Vega yelled at the top of her lungs and closed her eyes.
Admire Vega woke up her eyes to stare at someone playing on the computer area within her dorm. Clearly in need of a breather, she decided to stare at the monitor in front. At least the person playing it wasn’t TM Opera O. That would be another sequence of her nightmare. Then some ugly guy appeared in front of the screen and had this high pitched scream. A scream that would startle Admire Vega and make her jump out of the covers of her sheets.
“AH!” Admire Vega fell onto the carpet of the floor.
Suddenly, her phone landed straight up. The AO3 homescreen was directly at her. This wasn’t a nightmare. This had to be reality, right? RIGHT? THIS CAN’T POSSIBLY BE ANOTHER TM OPERA O.
“Jeez, Jeez! That was so #uncool right there!” Curren Chan turned around her gaming chair around to stare at Ayabe-San, “What happened Ayabe? Do you need some #positivity assistance ☆ ?”
“Sorry,” Admire Vega sighed, “I… Opera O…”
“Ah,” Curren sighed as well, “That figures.”
“Why are you playing Five Nights at Freddy’s by the way?” Vega had a confused look on her, “I thought you gave up horror movies for a month?”
Curren Chan smiled, “Because I want to #getonthetrend! Also because horror movies are so laaame these days.”
“Ah. Figures.”
“Wanna play? ☆ It’ll be fuuuunn ☆ !”
“Sure why not it can’t be possibly worse than being stuck in an Opera O antic-”
“Stuck in an Opera O antic,” Curren Chan said with complete recapturement of Opera’s voice.
“Not funny.”
Curren Chan shrugged, reaching her arm out to Vega on the floor, “Sorry, trying out how she says #hotstuff ☆ . It’s so hard!”
Vega grabbed Curren Chan’s hand, pulling herself back up from the floor, “Please, whatever you do, don’t try and re enact her voice.”
“Fiiineee. I won’t, “ Curren Chan smiled, “I’ll instead be more cutesy! ☆ “
“Playing Five Nights at Freddy’s?”
“☆ YES!”
Admire Vega chuckled, “Fits your character.”