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Third Floor Common Room; Late Thursday Morning.

Chad lived his entire life with a soundtrack running through his head, so he was pretty oblivious to the phenominon playing through everyone's rooms today. For him, it was natural to wake up and immediately start hearing Styx or Gackt or mariachi music (which is what he got this morning). So he didn't think anything about it.

He did think that he needed some coffee and breakfast, and so he was the common room, doing just that, brewing up some of the life giving fuel and getting out supplies for Spanish omelettes. Of course he'll want to share if anyone else showed up. He might almost insist on it, as he cracked his eggs in time with the music he thought was just in his head as always.

"Ain't no song unheard,
No wise man's gonna bring me down..."

[[ it's a common room! It be open! ]]

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After period one, Johnny walked in and stood still, hands on hips.

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire.

"There's...something wrong with that."

"Something wrong with what?" Chad asked, thinking still that the music was all in his head. He held up the frying pan that he was cooking with. "Omelette?"

"I would love an omelette. And the music. You don't hear it?" Was it only in his head?

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it.

"That! See? Did you hear it?"

Chad tilted his head at Johnny, and listened for a moment, turning his eyes upward as if expecting speakers to be there. "Oh," he grunted. "I get it. You do that fire thing, so it's playing fire themed music. Very clever, soundtrack...At least it's not like--"

The words barely got out of his mouth before the NIN started.

I wanna f**k you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the insi~ide.
I wanna f**k you like an animal!
My inspiration is flawed...

Chad grunted. "Okay, if you're going to start this shit again, the least you could do is not censor the good part. Come on, Johnny. We have to find the little bots and destroy them. They read your thoughts and will make things awkward."

Chad was having a few misplaced flashbacks of a situation from a while ago, abandoned the omelette, and started looking through the couch cushions.

Johnny stared at Chad. And he stared with an eyebrow lift when the music started. "So, the music reflects what someone is thinking?"

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a firy ring
Bound by wild desires
I feel into a Ring of fire.

"Oh, come on!" Johnny grumbled and moved to the couch and started poking through the cushions with Chad. "We're looking for what exactly?"

"They're these...bots," Chad grunted, straightening slightly enough to hold his giant hands out for Johnny to see a relative size. "We had 'em for a class when I first started here. They would sing whatever was goin' on...."

They call me the seeker.
I'm been searchin' low and hi-iiiiiiigh-yiy.

"SEE?" Chad frowned, brow furrowing. "They're evil."

"Damn, that sucks." Johnny said. Then he added, "Dude, you got some big ass hands."

Let me go ah-ah-ahnnnnn, like a blister in the sun,
Let me go ah-ah-ahnnnnn, big hands I know you're the one!

Johnny grit his teeth.

"See what I mean?" Chad quickly moved over to the other couch and started pulling up cushions. You know it was bad when Chad was putting emphasis in his words, but it was seeming more and more clear to him now that there was one of those bots in this room, and those bots brought up a very, very, very unfortunate time in his life....

"Okay, let's seek, find, and destroy." He paused. "Want me to just torch the couch?"

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire.

Chad gave Johnny a doubtful look. "Even I know that's a bad idea," he said, as he bent over to lift up the couch and peek underneath, then didn't set it down as lightly as he should have. "I mean, at least they have good tastes in music, you know...?"

And he'd been too caught up in the search to really think about how incriminating the musical suggestions might have been. So far.

"I can control it perfectly. Light just the couch, extinguish the flame. But okay, fire alarm and destruction of school property and yadda yadda yadda...

Johnny had been paying attention to the music, expecially NIN. What the heck was Chad thinking? Not that that line of thought was --

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby.

Johnny's jaw fell slack.

That one was a little hard not to notice. He stared at Johnny, a little wide eyed, especially for that slack jawed expression.

If he wasn't mistaken, those were the opening trills of Love is a Many Splendored Thing starting up, and...

"Dude," he cut it off sharply. "We got to find that bot...now."

"Right this damn minute!" Johnny threw cushions off the couch and out of chairs, lifting them even and looking underneath.

Then he stormed off to the kitchen, opening cabinets and the pantry...

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...

The music was faster than Chad's brain.

All in all you're just another...
brick in the--

"What if it's in the walls, Johnny?" Chad asked, fear in his deep voice. Must. Kill. Bot...

Johnny stared at Chad. "Dude." Then he looked at the walls. "Dude, I don't think we can risk it."

Chad thunked his head against the wall.

"At least it stopped doing se--"

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

Spoke too soon.

"Shit."

"What the hell?"

I gotta feel it in my blood
Oh whoa
I need your touch don't need your love
Oh whoa
And I want
And I need
And I lust
Animal
And I want
And I need
And I lust
Animal.

Johnny stared at Chad. What the hell else could he do?

And Chad just buried his face in one of those aforementioned giant hands and groaned.

I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I want to love you madly.....

This was so not getting any better, was it?

"So. About those omelettes..."

"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry." Johnny said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I wanna sex you up...
I wanna sex you up--

Johnny smacked his hands over his ears. "Omelette! Now! Come on, I'll help!"

"Right. Omelette." Hey, would would have guessed Chad could ever move that fast, grabbing the pan and taking account of all the things he had out earlier for just those means. "Right. Eggs, cheese, Tabas--"

Wanna be your sleepin' bag - baby slip inside
Let me be your motorcycle n' take ya for a ride - alright
I wanna be - your hot sauce - ya when you're cookin'

"...No Tabasco."

"Right. No hot--"

It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin' so hot...

"Cheese! I like lots of cheest. And bacon, maybe ham, peppers..." Johnny's head was stuck in the fridge. "Peppers. Where's the freakin' peppers?"

"Uh....Johnny....?"

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people's eyes.

Chad winced. Yeah, as soon as he heard 'pepper,' he heard that song. Maybe it was just him. He'd always been too much of a Butthole Surfer fan.

...Oh, Dios; not even his own inner dialog was safe now...

Johnny turned around, "What?"

Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry..

Oh, come on!

"No peppers. Basic. Boring. Egg, cheese, ham. If we feed into any of its ideas, it'll have to give it--"

I'm never, ever gonna quit
Cause quittin' just ain't my stick
I'm gonna stay right here with you
Do all the things you want me to

Whatever you want.

Oh, shit. Pulling out the Barry White. NOT GOOD.

"Right. I don't even need ham," Johnny said, stupified. "Cheese. Egg...cheese--"

I've been really tryin' , baby
Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,

Let's get it on
Lets get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on

Oh my god, Marvin Gaye.

Johnny swallowed hard.

You know it was bad when Chad was visibly blushing. And his tongue ran over his lower lip; he couldn't help it! He had to; it was dry and distracting and so was...

"Maybe we should, uhh....skip...the omelettes..."

Chad cleared his thread because he realized that, while he meant skip breakfast all together and go their merry separate ways, it sounded like...

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
C'mon, baby
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please, let's get it on

....Dios, that Marvin Gaye was a persistent man. Clearly, the soundtrack to their life at this moment was going to stay a certain course...

"Shit. I was hungry..."

In touch with the ground
Im on the hunt Im after you
Scent and a sound, Im lost and Im found
And Im hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, its discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine Im after you
Mouth is alive all running inside
And Im hungry like the wolf.

"So..."

Chad cleared his throat. When the fuck did it get so hot in here? He pulled a little on the collar of his shirt. "So...."

Come on, just do it
Come on, just do it
Come on, just do it
Come on, just do it
Come on, just do it

No. Bad. Teddy. Cricket bat. Ow.

But...Lip bite. Motorcycles. Johnny. Hot....

...Big. Mexican. Guy.

Johnny stared hard at Chad.

Johnny knew Chad had a boyfried.

Johnny knew that Teddy could totally kick his ass.

Johnny knew that if he didn't move fast, something was going to happen.

You make me hard when I'm all soft inside
I see the truth when I'm all stupid-eyed.

"Would you like a water?" He turned before Chad could answer and stuck his head back in the fridge.

"I, uh..."

Teddy. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy.
Teddy. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy.
Teddy. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy.
Teddy. Teddy. Teddy. Teddy.
Teddy.

"Uh, no thanks. I think I'll just...~~be in my bunk~~ head back to my room..."

When I think about you
I touch myself...

Son of a...

"Right. Think I will go ~~take a cold shower~~ back to my room too. Uh."

Touch me, touch me now
I wanna feel your body...

"Okay then...uh..." Johnny turned quickly and headed out.

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica
Let's pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica(ah-ah-ahh)

"Hey, fake big bro! Maybe you can help me figure out why I have a musical stalker."

Chad heaved a frustrated sigh, throwing up his hands in the air after he and Johnny had ~~assumingly for some sense of continuity~~ tore the room up. "Unseen musical feelings bot," he grunted. "Especially if you're hearing it too."

He may have even pouted. He liked it better when he thought it was all just his usual personal soundtrack.

There is an evil feeling
In our brains
But it is nothing new
You know it drives us insane

"It's weird how it keeps changing without finishing the song," John ~~whined~~ complained, looking at the room. "What happened to the common room?"

"Looking for the bot," Chad explained.

Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One thousand deaths
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy
Searching,
Seek and Destroy...

"Let me help you look," John said, peering at the disarray.

I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

"These musical feelings bots are good," John commented with a nod.

"No shit," Chad grunted again. "That's why we have to find it."

If you want blood (YOU GOT IT)
If you want blood (YOU GOT IT)

His teeth gritted together. "Before things get messy..."

Women to the left of me
women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight

"Do you think it's trying to communicate with us?" John asked. Hey, he'd never experienced this version of Fandom weirdness. "It seems to be going with a theme right now."

Chad paused, couch cushion in hand, and blinked at his little brother. The fact that the music had stopped was an indication of his blank mind.

Which slowly started to chug into gear. Indicated by the sounds of a train slowly starting into motion on the tracks.

"Interesting," he grunted. "But the bot...communicated your emotions. If it's not a bot..."

They will cheat this
And act like they are
Always winning
And if you're one of them
I have something for you...
I'm so, you're so...
Simple Minded!

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