Interactive 2

Interactive #2 takes place in Oquibia, Universe #1. It follows Iscari Hanteu, a famous Oquibian singer, preparing for her concert.

Iscari is portrayed as confident, outgoing, energetic person, an idol who will get what she wants no matter what. She has a caring and supportive girlfriend, Asther a.k.a. Azzy.

Iscari somehow knows about Dacius, an ex boyfriend of Inizio and Iscari's ex best friend. It is unknown how she's able to communicate with Dacius.

Iscari seems wary of Acinth Dazman, who was her friend, and who she calls a "Dazzhole". She gets her gun, prepared to shoot him, as she exits the room. To her relief, she sees only her bodyguard, and then her girlfriend, Azzy.

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[START INTERACTIVE]

You squint, peering into the reflection of yourself in the pink plastic, and tug the mascara across your eyelashes one final time. You nod, satisfied. That should be good enough.

"WHATS up babygirl wya!!!"Hey, babe!! Just backstage getting ready for the big show. There's supposed to be, like, a ton of trolls out here tonight. A thousand? Two thousand? You totally don't remember, but you know it packed the stadium.

"GOOD EVENING whats your name pronouns height heritage classpect?"Cut it with the "good evening" crap! Way too stiff. You only say that kinda bullshit either when you're, like, meeting with some big CEO from a company that wants to sponsor you, or you're about to down five jello shots with the girls. Anyways, your name is ISCARI HANTEU. Your pronouns are she/her, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Not being a girl? Bleugh. You can't imagine. You're 6'3 not including the bigass heels you wear, but what's the point of not counting those? When you're wearing them, you're 6'7. Just the way you like it. You're totally not about to think about your heritage right now - like, no thanks, you're trying to get all jazzed up to perform - and your classpect is... uh, the one with all the hearts.

"ayyy wassup! what sort of performances do you do! good ones OBVIOUSLY but cmon, tell us about your achievements!"Uh, you don't do "good" performances, you do AMAZING ones. If every single troll that sees you doesn't leave open mouthed and smashed out of their mind, you failed as a performer. Just kidding, obvi! They would just be some fucking losers. You never falter, just shed extra weight. You're a famous singer living in Oquibia. That's probably the most you can say right now, 'cause you don't wanna spend weeks sitting here recounting every single reason why you're so kickass. You got fish to fry, babe!

"take my phone number"Uh, who's phone number? Your own? You wish you could text yourself. You're the best person ever.

"who's your ex best friend?"Your smile fades for a moment as you stare at your reflection. Dacius. But it doesn't matter now. You pick your grin right back up, leaning your head back and setting the large gun down on the table. You hear a knock at the door. "Five minutes 'til showtime, Iscari," your bodyguard says. You blow a loud kiss towards the direction of his voice. He just sighs and keeps on walking. You stand and stretch, raising your arms high above your head. Turning, you examine yourself in the mirror. DAMN, you look good. As always.

"https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbD_LBa2En8qGxBETj_QHMWF1w3JFQfJw"Your perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow in confusion. The fuck? Where did all of these bogus numbers and letters come from? Dazman isn't here, is he? You pick up the gun and spin it, turning around. The neon pink material sparkles in the harsh synthetic light above you. If he is here, that isn't good.

"what do you need a bodyguard for with a gun like that?"RIGHT? You wish you knew, TBH. It always makes Azzy feel better, though, so you just put up with him, even though he's some loser nobody. Like, just go home and watch knifepaint online or whatever lame anime your dweeb ass is trying to catch up on. Anyways, like, you need to deal with the strange thoughts you've been having. If Dazzhole really is here, you gotta pump him full of plasma, and stat. You open your door and poke your head out into the hallway. Nothing.

"who's this dazman bitch anyway???"Acinth Dazman. Cinthy. Dazzhole. Razzle Dazzle.The Dazman of the hour. You have a lot of names for him. He... well, he also used to be your friend, but if he's here, it's probably not because he wants to get a drink and catch up. You cock your gun and move down the hallway.

"get his ass men aint shit as they say"Couldn't agree more. Men are only as good for how far they can crowdsurf you. You hear a sound come from around the corner and slide forwards, wheeling your gun up and pointing it right in the face of the unfortunate soul who was standing there. She blinks before sighing and shaking her head. "A little high-strung tonight, aren't we, Isa?" Oh shit. You quickly lower your gun. It's just Asther.

"keep an eye on the clock though! gotta perform"Yeah, totes, but you're not just going to run past her. You blow a long sigh out of your nose before slinging the gun over your back. "Sorry, Azzy. You, like, know how it is."

"do you like azzie ??"She's your girlfriend, and pretty much the most important person besides yourself in your life. Yeah, you guess you could say you like her.

"is carrying a gun on you even when doing things like performing commonplace on this world?"Nah, but when your producer thought they could get snippy with you about it, you lodged the barrel right between his eyes. Nobody bothered you about it after that, and it even became a part of the whole getup. As it should be! You aren't some weaponless pussy, after all. "I do," she says, still smiling. She reaches up and adjusts the hem of your fishnet near your neck. "You look lovely, by the way." Your heart totally doesn't skip a beat when she does that. You've been in the red quadrant for way too long to get so embarrassed about small shit. Hell, she should be grateful she's the lucky son of a bitch that gets to date you. "I know," you eventually say, looking up at the rafters. She just laughs. You eye the digital clock behind her nervously. It's really time you should be getting out there and doing your thing. She turns to see what you're looking at. "Go knock 'em dead. I'll be watching from the front row." Her arms lace behind your neck and she pulls you down to kiss you on the cheek. By the time she moves back, you feel like you just got the wind knocked out of you. Good grief, you have no idea how to handle this chick. Never have, and never will. "Thanks, doll. See you then." Without another word, you turn and stride down the rest of the way to the stage. You take a deep breath, wiping your mind clear of any lingering worries about Acinth or Asther, and put on a big smile. It's showtime! You step out on-stage, and thousands of voices roar as you throw your hands up and shake them. A bright pink spotlight hits you. You've never felt more alive.

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