//------------------------------// // So this happened // Story: Adagio's Worried About Sonata // by Scuba_Tuba //------------------------------// Adagio rolled over in her bed, wrapping her blankets around herself, not unlike a self-stuffing burrito. Not quite asleep, not quite awake. Then suddenly very awake. -Now, the night had gone without incident, seven in the morning is not night, but still, a very unpleasant time to be woken up by very loud screaming-. God dammit... The poofy haired siren groggily sat up. She wasn't being urgent, the scream wasn't one of fear, but one of -she supposed- humor. This soon changed. A door slamming could be heard down the hall, loud stomps, a second door slamming, then more screaming. angry screaming, accompanied by a bit of colorful language. This was quickly joined by a loud, high-pitched, drawn out scream. it was pretty clear to Adagio what had happened, Sonata had woken up Aria (something akin to waking a bear mid-hibernation) and thus, the most logical course of action for the purple siren was to attempt a homicide on her sister. "GIRLS!" Adagio's well trained voice rattled above the din of screaming. Sonata's dramatized exclamation ended in an EEP! "Aria started it!" Sonata declared. "Not really...!" Aria huffed in response. "I don't care who started it, I'm ending it before the neighbors call the police on us! Again!" Adagio spat through clenched teeth. "so, would you two rather make me my breakfast, or feel the wrath of a siren woken before her alarm clock went off?" both sisters ran out of the room and down the stairs, where Adagio heard a pan clank against the stove. She smiled to herself, and re-entered her room, sitting up in her bed, playing on her phone. Burnt. Breakfast was burnt. the eggs were rubbery, the bacon was beyond crispy, and they somehow ended up burning a fruit smoothie. Adagio shook her head,of course it was a bad idea to trust them to prepare food properly. In fact, now that she thought about it.... Yes, there was a strange aroma coming from the smoothie. It smelled of Windex. It wasn't hard to guess who made the smoothie. She eyed her sisters suspiciously, especially Aria, who seemed to look too innocent. "So uh... " Aria trailed off. "Are we forgiven!?!?!?" Sonata fell to her knees, her hands clasped together, shaking above her head, which was turned down. her eyes squeezed shut. "I suppose." Adagio dumped the poison into the plant next to her. It wasn't a big deal, even if she did sip it, she wasn't human, even without her pendant she was still powerful. it merely would have made her sick. Aria looked like her one and only birthday gift was just thrown into a fire. Sonata leaped to her feet and strut down stairs, presumably to get her own food. Aria retreated to her room, crestfallen. Adagio discarded her "food" and decided to go back to sleep instead. she would eat later. In the kitchen, Sonata hummed happily as she sat down with her plate of three tacos, hot sauce in hand. she crunched down onto her first taco and took note to enjoy being in the kitchen while she could, it had been awhile since the last time she was somewhere in the house alone, besides her room. She began to count how many subscribers she had, quite pleased with herself. She had recently beaten a hard spot in her game, it took her twenty minutes to figure out what to do. but after that she died, and hadn't reached the save point yet, which was her reason for screaming. something she came to regret. She moved onto her next taco, splashing hot sauce on it. Crunch crunch crunch... Now she was bored. She picked up her plate and went to her room. She could probably get some minor recording in before her live stream started, nothing to big, just a quiz or something. "Howdy doo! Sonata here with another video for you peeps! today i'm going to take some quizzes, I've always wonder who I would be from toddlers and tiaras, thank gosh for 'technololigly'! " Sonata addressed her computer screen, wishing she had a camera, she made that remark while loading up a quiz. Aria swayed groggily in front of the coffee maker. Her fear-induced adrenaline had worn off, and she now stood fuzzy eyed, in need of caffeine, her best friend. She fiddled with the fluffy belt of her robe, waiting. Waiting. Waiting...... W A I T I N G . . . "ugh!" She threw her head back in annoyance and stomped towards the coffee table where she selected her magazine of choice -well worn from being read, and re-read over and over again- and trudged back to the coffee maker, sitting down with her home-edited edition of some random fashion magazine she stole from a waiting room a few months or so ago, she took out her pen and flipped threw the pages, most of which were adorned with... Tasteful, and mature doodles and slight alterations, such as; a lady who was making a very fake seductive look at the camera, while smoking a cigarette in some elaborate squat -it might have been attractive if it weren't for the horrible quality, bootleg clothes, and, you know, the monocle , top hat, and Kermit the Frog sipping iced tea- and; some girl with a stripper outfit in disguise as "Cute lingerie for the minx inside of you~" with a very disturbing face over her own. She found an image that hadn't been tampered with, and let loose her "creativity". Lets just say it involved bajongers. "ARIA!!!!" Sonata wailed in despair as she flopped onto the tiled floor. Aria chose to ignore her, saved by the ding of the coffee maker, her savior had arrived, she poured a cup and drank it almost immediately, somehow avoiding severe burns."AAARIAAAAAAA!!!!" She poured another cup and took a sip, pointedly not turning around to glance at her sister. "THE WORST EVER THING TO EVER HAPPEN HAS HAPPENED!!!!" Aria couldn't help herself, despite how satisfying it was to ignore her, she just had to take this opertunity to bully tease her. "Actually Sonata, Your wrong. YOU are the the worst ever thing to ever happen." "Are not!" "Are to!" "D2!" Aria had no response to that one, the almost impossible had happened, Aria was out of sassy, snarky remarks. She took another sip of coffee. Sonata slipped back into her portrayal of despair, and on her knees, she said "I WAS TAKING A QUIZ, TO FIND OUT WHAT COOKIE I AM, AND THEY SAID I'M OATMEAL RAISIN! OATMEAL RAISINNNN!!!!!!! THATS THE WORST ONE!" "Well it fits you. 'cause, ya'know, you're the worst" Aria smirked. "ARE NOT!" "Whats wrong? Is the wittle baby sad that the big meany siwen is huwting her feewings?" "Stop it!" "Caweful baby, we don't want to make a big big fuss ovew someting so smaw, Dagi wiw get maaad." "I said stop it!" Sonata looked like she had a sudden idea, no good could come of this. "Hey, Aria, wouldn't it be a shame if some dumb ol' prankster on Youtube, I dunno, ruined your room?" Aria went rigid, to this day no one knows if it was from anger or fear, but her pupils dilated, her fists clenched as she fought back the urge to rip out her siblings wind pipe with her teeth and shove it somewhere she'd rather not think of. "Don't you dare- Dont. You. Dare touch my room, if you do, I will get that knife sharpener, sharpen a knife, take that knife, use that knife to widen your asshole, then, I will shove the knife and knife sharpener up your ass. Then I will shove various candies down your throat, with the wrapper on, and seal your neck shut with a plastic zip tie, hang you on the ceiling by you ponytail, and wack you with a metal baseball bat in the stomach until you either throw up that candy, or you burst. And finally, I will shove the stomach-acid-covered-candy up your ass with the knife and knife sharpener, and leave you there, before yanking you down, ripping out your hair, and making you fix whatever it is you did to my room, all with everything still up your ass." Sonata could almost see the dark aura surrounding Aria, she almost regret her threat, but didn't. She merely smirked, stood up, and walked away singing some song that inclined that everything was hers. Aria stood stupefied, not knowing whether to bolt her door with train track nails, or leave it wide open to give her an excuse to skin the little fucker. She decided she would have to walk down to the train tracks near their apartment. Adagio pulled on her robe over top of her night clothes -the ones that Ari said made her look like a "slutburger" despite Adagio's threats- sighing in annoyance. She had just heard the two screaming about something, she briefly considered finding out, then realized that would only end up with Sonata hanging out the window by a rope with a candle under it, Adagio herself trapped in a closet, and Aria cackling maniacally. Not going down that road again. She heard the door slam. She gathered it must have been Aria who left, because she heard clicking sounds from Sonata's room. Now was her chance to have a peaceful breakfast, uninterrupted by grumpy sirens, or dumbass sisters. She opened the fridge, then realized she didn't want to cook. She then opted for the freezer, choosing a microwave meal. Dinner for breakfast. yum. She punched in 3 minutes and made herself some coffee while she waited, humming to herself. She had been trying to get her natural voice back, not because she wanted to do any conquering...... Any time soon..... But because she honestly just loved singing, it felt good, and it was fun.-and a way to seduce people- So she honestly wanted the talent back. She sat down to enjoy her dinner-for-breakfast and coffee when Sonata walked in, but she didn't say anything, she walked through and into the tiny basement. She heard tools clinking, then a large crash accompanied by "OH JESUS FUCKING A CRACKER!" Adagio snickered, not worried about their tools, she didn't really use them, that's Aria's thing. Soon after Sonata came back up, with rope, a pulley (where did that come from?) and various wrenches screws and metal bits. Adagio paused mid chew, staring quizzically as Sonata crossed the room. "What the fuck..." She whispered to herself.