HE’S SO TALENTED AND FINALLY HE’S GETTING HIS TIME TO SHINE. IF PEOPLE KEEP SLEEPING ON HIM AND CAL HIM ‘UNTALENTED’ AND ‘UGLY’, I SWEAR IM READY TO STAB A BITCH AND HOLD A WHOLE POWER POINT PRESENTATION OF HOW TALENTED, A GOOD PERSON HE IS AND DESERVES TO BE IN BTS, THAT PEOPLE ARE TOO SAD SO THEY START HATING SMH
Lonely Girl:Another boring night spent being lonely af. If only something bizarre would happen to give me some temporary reprieve from the terrible monotony that I call my life.
Bizarre Thing:*doesn't happen*
Lonely Girl:I guess I have to take matters into my own hands. *googles easy seances*
Lonely Girl:*scrolls through list of seances* Here goes an interesting one! Fish seance. Weird name, but I like fish.
Seance Rules:You will need one fish of any kind, three lilac candles, salt of any kind, a red ink pen, and a piece of paper. Place your fish, preferably already dead, in the middle of the three candles arranged into a triangle pattern. Sprinkle a salt circle around the fish. Write your name on the paper in red ink six times. Light the candles, place the paper on top of the fish, and observe what happens.
Lonely Girl:*wipes sweat from forehead* I sure wish that the minimum amount of physical effort didn't make me so sweaty, but I'm all done. Now, time to finish this ritual!
Lonely Girl:*cautiously places paper on top of fish*
Fish:*begins to flop around and struggle for air when the paper touches it*
Lonely Girl:Oh my god! The fish came back to life... is that it? Can you talk fish?
Lonely Girl:Are you a demonic fish?
Lonely Girl:You're just a normal fucking fish, aren't you.
Lonely Girl:Argh, what a waste of time! *puts fish in a bowl of water* I guess I have a pet fish now. At least until I decide I'm hungry.
Fish:*internally* What? I can breathe again. What happened to me? Where am I? Am I in water? *peaks out of bowl and sees lonely girl*
Fish:What!? That's me! Why am I looking at myself? *notices reflection in the bowl* I'm a fish! Wait, now I am remember! That seance must have made a replica of my consciousness and inserted it into the fish body... what in the bloody fuck is the point of that? Ah, who cares! This is interesting. I have to get my attention. I've got just the idea!
Fish:*jumps out of its bowl on and onto the floor*
Lonely Girl:*leaves the room*
Fish:*flops around* Oh god! She left me here! I'm suffocating! This was a bad idea! Help! Help! Help!
Fish:*flops around helplessly until it dies*
Lonely Girl:*gets a strange sense of loss* Huh?
Lonely Girl:*looks around confused* I guess it must've been nothing.
Lance probably gets competitive about the weirdest things. Like him and Keith are both very competitive sure, but it’s the smallest things that make Lance want to win. Height for example. Hours spent training. Who can actually pull off a mullet. Who’s the better kisser.
But at the same time, he doesn’t let Keith know how competitive he gets about these things. So when Keith is stunned at his tenacity when it comes to staying up late, Keith has no idea that Lance just really wants to win.