Content Warning: Frequent swearing.
I tried to keep it to the PG-13 rating required by the site, so nothing too offensive or serious happens inside.
This is a WIP on an origin story of how the three UTAU characters I manage began their group. I hope you enjoy.
Somewhere in the northern half of the US state of California sat a small town. In that town sat a dirty, graffitied covered bridge near a high school. Under that bridge sat three furry teen boys, one of which was tapping away at a laptop.
He was a snow leopard boy, with the thick, warm, intricately patterned fur typical of his species. However, rather than an elegant coat of shiny white, it has instead been dyed in erratic patches of magenta, pink, neon purple, light green, black and Hatsune Miku teal, which is made even more wild by his red colored contacts and flicked emo cut of his head fur. He wore a hoodie with the design of that one 90s paper cup and a pair of pale blue skinny jeans while having a pair of ski goggles tied around his neck. On his face was an almost cruel toothy grin, showing off his sharp (and slightly yellowed) leopard teeth. One of the boys sitting under the bridge looked up at the snow leopard and showed a slight smile.
"What'cha smilin' about, Thomas?" The second boy asked, knowing it was probably something fun. He was a black-furred lion, sitting on the dirty floor while wearing a dark red and black striped sweater and a pair of ripped jeans.
"Miles!" Thomas shouted, almost leaping up to his feet in excitement. "I think I finally know what to do this summer!"
The third of the boys, a black furred, red eyed house cat in a band T-shirt and sweatpants; rolled his eyes and sighed, looking at Thomas with half lidded eyes.
"This better not be like last summer, where you tried to get us into D&D..." He said in a tired and low tone of voice. Thomas' expression now turned angry.
"Hey!" Thomas exclaimed. "Don't you diss D&D! That was fun!"
The cat smirked. "It was... Until you stopped playing halfway through."
Thomas' expression now turned into a narcissistic smirk. He struck a dramatic pose and put an arm out theatrically.
"What? Missed me so much, you couldn't fathom the thought of playing without me~?" Thomas said.
"Thomas," The cat said with another annoyed sigh.
"Jack!" Thomas exclaimed, cutting him off.
"Thomas, you were the DM." Jack finished.
Thomas paused for a beat, a blank expression on his face. "... That's right! Almost forgot that detail..."
"Dumbass." Miles said, walking over and lightly hitting Thomas on the top of his head, resulting in an exaggerated "ACK-" from the leopard. "So, what's this "thing" you were talking about?"
Thomas rubbed his head and returned to his toothy grin. "Glad you asked, Miles!"
Thomas turned his laptop around to face Jack and Miles, showing a second hand concert ticket buying website. "Guess who just snagged us each a ticket to Redriot's concert!?"
"Thomas!" Miles exclaimed in shock.
"Redriot?!" Jack said, eyes finally opening fully.
"You... Absolute idiot!" Miles added with a second strike to Thomas' head. "A single concert won't last an entire summer! How the hell is that a summer plan?!"
"Ow! Hey!" Thomas shouted, moving a paw up to rub his head again. "I was getting there, butt! Gotta let people finish talking, y'know. Jesus..."
Miles sighed. "Alright, what were you gonna say?"
Thomas cleared his throat again. "What I was going to say before being rudely interrupted, was..."
Thomas paused for dramatic effect. After an awkwardly long moment, he shot a look towards Jack, who sighed and began tapping the ground like a drumroll.
"It was..." Thomas said again. "... That I was lying to get your guys' attention!"
A third blow to Thomas' head.
"Oh, screw you Thomas!" Miles almost shouted. He then aggressively grabbed Thomas by his hoodie's collar and pulled him up towards his face.
"ACK- HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Thomas exclaimed. "I bought you expensive concert tickets! The least you could do is not kick my ass!"
Miles sighed and dropped Thomas to the ground. "... Fine."
Jack cleared his throat to get the two's attention. "So... Guessing you'll need a ride there? I'm the only one here with a license, and I doubt your mom will drive you there."
Thomas grinned again. "Even if you didn't wanna go, you'd probably go anyway because of Miles."
Jack looked up at Miles and sighed, standing up and putting his head on Miles' shoulder while wrapping his arms around him.
"... Yeah. You're right." He said. "But I never said I wanted to go.
"Do you wanna go?" Thomas asked.
Jack sighed again. "... Yes, but I have to pretend I don't in order to keep my uncaring and uninterested exterior."
"Then it's settled!" Thomas exclaimed, clapping his fist and hand together. "We're going to go see Redriot live tomorrow, and you're driving us there."
"And you're sitting in the back seat." Jack said.
Thomas almost jumped at the prospect of losing shotgun. "What?! Why?!" Thomas asked.
"I want to sit next to my boyfriend for the long ride to the city where the show is." Jack said with a shrug. "... And I don't wanna be distracted by a pretty face when I look in the rearview mirror."
Thomas nodded. "Eh, fair- Huh? Hey, wait! Are you calling me ugly?!"
"Yes." Miles and Jack both said simultaneously. All three boys looked at each other, a moment of silence occurred, and then they all almost fell over from laughing.
(Note: this story isn't finished, I'm just tired and will add more later.)
I tried to keep it to the PG-13 rating required by the site, so nothing too offensive or serious happens inside.
This is a WIP on an origin story of how the three UTAU characters I manage began their group. I hope you enjoy.
Somewhere in the northern half of the US state of California sat a small town. In that town sat a dirty, graffitied covered bridge near a high school. Under that bridge sat three furry teen boys, one of which was tapping away at a laptop.
He was a snow leopard boy, with the thick, warm, intricately patterned fur typical of his species. However, rather than an elegant coat of shiny white, it has instead been dyed in erratic patches of magenta, pink, neon purple, light green, black and Hatsune Miku teal, which is made even more wild by his red colored contacts and flicked emo cut of his head fur. He wore a hoodie with the design of that one 90s paper cup and a pair of pale blue skinny jeans while having a pair of ski goggles tied around his neck. On his face was an almost cruel toothy grin, showing off his sharp (and slightly yellowed) leopard teeth. One of the boys sitting under the bridge looked up at the snow leopard and showed a slight smile.
"What'cha smilin' about, Thomas?" The second boy asked, knowing it was probably something fun. He was a black-furred lion, sitting on the dirty floor while wearing a dark red and black striped sweater and a pair of ripped jeans.
"Miles!" Thomas shouted, almost leaping up to his feet in excitement. "I think I finally know what to do this summer!"
The third of the boys, a black furred, red eyed house cat in a band T-shirt and sweatpants; rolled his eyes and sighed, looking at Thomas with half lidded eyes.
"This better not be like last summer, where you tried to get us into D&D..." He said in a tired and low tone of voice. Thomas' expression now turned angry.
"Hey!" Thomas exclaimed. "Don't you diss D&D! That was fun!"
The cat smirked. "It was... Until you stopped playing halfway through."
Thomas' expression now turned into a narcissistic smirk. He struck a dramatic pose and put an arm out theatrically.
"What? Missed me so much, you couldn't fathom the thought of playing without me~?" Thomas said.
"Thomas," The cat said with another annoyed sigh.
"Jack!" Thomas exclaimed, cutting him off.
"Thomas, you were the DM." Jack finished.
Thomas paused for a beat, a blank expression on his face. "... That's right! Almost forgot that detail..."
"Dumbass." Miles said, walking over and lightly hitting Thomas on the top of his head, resulting in an exaggerated "ACK-" from the leopard. "So, what's this "thing" you were talking about?"
Thomas rubbed his head and returned to his toothy grin. "Glad you asked, Miles!"
Thomas turned his laptop around to face Jack and Miles, showing a second hand concert ticket buying website. "Guess who just snagged us each a ticket to Redriot's concert!?"
"Thomas!" Miles exclaimed in shock.
"Redriot?!" Jack said, eyes finally opening fully.
"You... Absolute idiot!" Miles added with a second strike to Thomas' head. "A single concert won't last an entire summer! How the hell is that a summer plan?!"
"Ow! Hey!" Thomas shouted, moving a paw up to rub his head again. "I was getting there, butt! Gotta let people finish talking, y'know. Jesus..."
Miles sighed. "Alright, what were you gonna say?"
Thomas cleared his throat again. "What I was going to say before being rudely interrupted, was..."
Thomas paused for dramatic effect. After an awkwardly long moment, he shot a look towards Jack, who sighed and began tapping the ground like a drumroll.
"It was..." Thomas said again. "... That I was lying to get your guys' attention!"
A third blow to Thomas' head.
"Oh, screw you Thomas!" Miles almost shouted. He then aggressively grabbed Thomas by his hoodie's collar and pulled him up towards his face.
"ACK- HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Thomas exclaimed. "I bought you expensive concert tickets! The least you could do is not kick my ass!"
Miles sighed and dropped Thomas to the ground. "... Fine."
Jack cleared his throat to get the two's attention. "So... Guessing you'll need a ride there? I'm the only one here with a license, and I doubt your mom will drive you there."
Thomas grinned again. "Even if you didn't wanna go, you'd probably go anyway because of Miles."
Jack looked up at Miles and sighed, standing up and putting his head on Miles' shoulder while wrapping his arms around him.
"... Yeah. You're right." He said. "But I never said I wanted to go.
"Do you wanna go?" Thomas asked.
Jack sighed again. "... Yes, but I have to pretend I don't in order to keep my uncaring and uninterested exterior."
"Then it's settled!" Thomas exclaimed, clapping his fist and hand together. "We're going to go see Redriot live tomorrow, and you're driving us there."
"And you're sitting in the back seat." Jack said.
Thomas almost jumped at the prospect of losing shotgun. "What?! Why?!" Thomas asked.
"I want to sit next to my boyfriend for the long ride to the city where the show is." Jack said with a shrug. "... And I don't wanna be distracted by a pretty face when I look in the rearview mirror."
Thomas nodded. "Eh, fair- Huh? Hey, wait! Are you calling me ugly?!"
"Yes." Miles and Jack both said simultaneously. All three boys looked at each other, a moment of silence occurred, and then they all almost fell over from laughing.
(Note: this story isn't finished, I'm just tired and will add more later.)
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