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lord help me.
>Be Not Anon. 
>Be Vinyl Scratch 
>one of, if not the best musician in all of canterlot high.
>Yes digitally composed music counts
>Anyone who thinks otherwise can fuck off. 
>It's a great day at high school and you currently have a free period 
>a free period in which you are currently escorting a new student aroud the 
>"So this is where home economic courses are held, it's really the only interesting thing on this wing of the building." 
>This person is one of probably 30 people outside your social circle to hear your voice
>The rumors that you've been to lazy to debunk have led most of the school to think you're mute, but you're just don't talk to most people. 
>people kind of suck 
>"And this is the music department, I spend a lot of time here"
>You're proceed to spend 5 minutes outside the music department telling this dude about all the stuff that Canterlot high has over every other school in regards to it's music curriculum.
>You suddenly pause and ask the guy a very blunt question 
>"You're not evil are you?" 
>He leans back with a confused stare as his eyebrows seem to be attempting to climb off his head. "No...? I mean...last I checked I wasn't"
>"oh good!" you respond "last set of new students we had were evil whores- you should consider a nice set of noise cancelling headphones-" 
>and before he can react you just drag him along to the next part of the school "and over here is the gymnasium, gym is bitch" 
>your phone vibrates in your pocket
> [where r u]
>Your girlfriend 
>You hold a finger up to the dude, the confused look back on his face as you tap out the message [showing new kid around school]
>The lunchbell suddenly rings. 
>Well thats good. "Lets go eat", you grab the dude
>You realize you never got The Dude
>The writer doesn't know
>You should probably just call him The Dude from here on out 
>Sounds cooler really.

>You manage to hustle him into the lunch room and now he's been sat at the table of your 'clique' 
>You're clique meaning just your girlfriend
>because thats as far as your clique really goes
>and most of your other friends lunch period is schedule different than yours 
>and thats just kind of ass, isn't it? 
>"So what did you say your name was?" Octavia asks from beside you as you shove pizza into your skull
>"Actually it's Ja-" 
>"His name is The Dude now" interrupt now between bites of pepperoni and cheese
>"His name can't be 'The Dude' Vinyl"
>"Well it is now" 
>"Vinyl, you can't just rename people" 
"His name The Dude now" you proclaim
>"You can't just rename people!" 
>" I can! privileges!" you do declare so forth 
>"Then why haven't you renamed me" 
>"I have, your name is Perfect" 
"Thats...sweet..but honey, no" 
>The Dude's head keeps swiveling back and forth in the exchange between you and your girlfriend "Uhhh, I mean Vinyl has a point, I'm probably never going to have a cooler name" " 
>"See. I win" You're snark is going to get you in trouble some day
>Octavia changes the topic "Soo...Dude"
>hearing her say the name is awkward and you unironically love it.
>"How -new- are you?" she starts "School transfer from the other end of town? out of town?" 
>He concludes a sip of his milk "Well..actually I'm from out of town, from uh..Appleoosa actually" 
>"Oh, so you don't know about...the stuff?" 
>his silence is the only answer you need 
>"He doesn't know~" you say excitedly
>"He doesn't know" Octavia echoes
>From behind the both of you a student at a different table chimes "He doesn't know!" 
>You feel like a song might be about to start
>but it doesn't 
>The building rattles as an explosion from across campus sends the entire cafeteria into a frenzied panic
>You grin widely"Well now he'll know."
>Octavia grabs Dude by the shirt sleeve "Go take care of the thing, I'm gonna get him off the property!" 
>You grin even wider "I'll take care of the thing!"


>Everyone is trying to escape the school
>You're going in deeper 
>You're going in dry.jpeg
>You're weaving through the crowd, ducking your head down to avoid adults who might be trying to actually pay attention for crazy fucks like you running into danger
>but if it's what you think it is, then you're...well you're still a crazy fuck
>but the kind of crazy fuck thats right for the job 
>your backpack bounces with your running steps as you hear the roaring of the beast somewhere deepl in the school
>You never thought they'd ever attack a school
>Then again you doubt monsters actually think.
>or at least that much 
> You manage to find yourself in the library 
>Ah. You knew the skylight was a horrible addition to the school 
>Thats where like, 80% of all action movie oriented bullshit gets into private buildings. 
>"Hear this dirge and despair!" The terrifying voice echoes from a monster that looks like a backwoods hillbilly fucked the living incarnation of a funeral march
>You watch as over a dozen amplifier cables jut out from it's arms at you and the few straggling students that 
>You manage to kick the cables that try to hit you away
>You can not say the same as the rest of the students.
>The cables plug into their heads and you watch them all scream and convulse as the evil musical energy overloads their physical form
>Transforming them into the worst kind of hollow shell of their former selves, blackened skin and white featureless masks and blades protruding from their arms as their attire now makes them look like jazz musicians. 
>You hate jazz.
>You look at the monster and it's maniacle laughing as well as it's newly created henchman that were fellow students 
>"Y'know I didn't want to get into a fight today."
>You open your backpack and pull out an aparatus that resembles a belt buckles sized turn table

>"of course I don't mind" You say pressing the device against your waist, a strap ejecting from the left side of it and magicking itself around your waist securing itself tight
[DROP IT]
>The voice of the driver echoes loudly as the air fills with electronic music
>"Lets jam!" You strike the pose
>The henchman attempt to attack you as projections of vinyl records spin out into the air hitting them and stunning them backward 
>And now you say the thing
>"Henshin!" 
>You guitar swipe your hand down across the record inside the beat driver, a loud scratch echoing out into the air as the you watch the magic in the belt transform you
>Your armor builds over your body and you strike the final pose 
>"I'll be the musician for the last concert you ever attend! Kamen Rider Jam!" 
>You're immediately punched in the face. 
>No respect at all. 
>You retaliate and punch back, following up with a second punch to the monsters chest as it staggers back.
>it throws it's whip like cords at you as you duck and jump under each swipe, the electrical pulsing buzzing as they narrowly miss each time
>The henchman attempt to dogpile you as you swing to one side, punching and kicking as they run past you in circles.
>some of them connect, knocking you back and forth between each of them
>most of them don't. 
>You kick one around as you wave your arms in a guitar motion, a scythe fashioned in resemblance to a musical note materialised in time for you to swipe it through the air, blades of energy flying through the air and striking several of them to the ground
> "FINISH!" you bellow out the music crescendoes, while you spin the scythe and swing it again, a wide branching blade of energy blooms outward each henchman being knocked down, the excesss energy exploding through out the room. 
>A lot of shit is on fire. 
>you see all the henchmans bodies revery back into the students they once were, all of are unconcious
>You see the monster, the coward, retreat through the broken skylight


>Of course it runs.
>They always run
>"WHY DO THE MONSTERS ALWAYS RUN WHEN YOU KILL THE MOOKS?!" 
>Your screams are only answered by the sound of collapsing wood.
>You hear the sounds of fire 
>You also hear fireman
>Good.
>You yell down the halls directing them to the survivors
>You wait for them to arrive in the room before you jump up into the air and land on the edge of the whole in the roof
>The super strengh and agility you get from this would have came in handy when you went through that "gymnast" phase back in elementary school
>Oh well, time to fight a monster
>You run across the ceiling in time to see the monster jump into the air, it's amplifier cables whirling and carrying it off like some sort of helicopter. 
>And why can they always fly?! 
>you press two fingers to your helmet "Call Octavia" 
>the voice recognition dials octavia while you push a button on your left gauntlet, a loud revving as a motorcycle revs across the parking lot up to the point where you drop down to the ground 
>The phone is picked up "Where the bloody hell are you?!" 
>"Saved some students, monsters escaped, making it's way downtown" 
>"Walking fast?" she cuts in
>"Flying, but yeah" your smile is covered by your helmet as you mount the motorcyle and speed across the schools lawn and out onto the highway "What about you?" 
>"I'm heading to you know where, Dude is with me. Did you know his actual name is Hurdy Gurdy" 
>"Yeah, I'm glad I picked something better, I guess we're stuck with him now, take him to the place we'll explain shit to him later"
>"Wait he's our friend no-" you hung up. 
>This was normal. 
>or well..not really 
>oh well! Time to fight a monster! 
[minutes later] 
>Monsters shouldn't be able to hide like they do
>if they didn't hide it would sure make a masked rider look less awkward riding down town
> you actually don't know onw which end of awesome or badass you look but-
>THERE IT IS!

>You whip out the scythe again and gun the engine of your motorcycle down the road slashing right through the monster before jumping off and slashing down at it again
>You did this before it could destroy the 4 small antique stores on the same street
>You feel like you should tell the owners to just consolidate into one big antique store. 
>That is not relevant! You realise that as you connect with the monster.
>Slashing at it with your scythe it starts bursting with energy as it stumbles around 
>it is already almost dead. 
>excellent 
>one punch, two punch, three, four, five, each punch radiates with musical energy before you spin and kick it down the street into the side of a truck advertising some sort of soft drink. 
>You run straight after and leap into the air. 
>redirecting your weight and pointing your foot right at it's deformed face
>The impact goes off like a military grade bomp was dropped on it as you stand above it looking victorious.
>it's body disentegrates revealing the human under neath, the red vinyl record rolling across the ground as you walk along behind it, picking it before it can fall over on the side. 
>another for the collection. 
>You call octavia as your riding off on your cycle before the cops arrive "Killed the monster, took it's Siren Record" 
>"Oh good!" you hear back in response 
>"How's dude?"
>"confused and waiting on an explanation"
>Your pull down to the side of the road and transform back into your normal...you-ness? 
>Demorph feels copyrighted and Unhenshin sounds dumb. 
>but you check to make sure no one can see you as you change back, your motorcyle shrinking down into the motocross bike it usually is. 
>This wasn't an unusual day...
>well you've been doing this thing for a month
>so...usual now? 
>eh, you'll worry about this later.