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The former contestants gathered in crowds as the one and only MePhone rises to the stage accompanied by his companions Mr. MePad and Mr. Toilet.

MePhone adjusts his bowtie before tapping down on the loud microphone  [No not the character] sending annoying screeching sounds through the fields. Silence ensued once again as the phone began.

"Greetings and salutation my former contestants... and fans, very lovely seeing you again" MePhone starts, stopping to look at the crowd.

"Seeing as season two and three were cancelled I thought it would have been a great idea to go into planning. Thinking, 'How can I get out there again-" He takes in a small breath.

"Then thats when the idea hit me, Another season-- and I know what you're thinking 'Mephone another season?? How original!-- and don't get me wrong I thought the same!"

He took a few steps back. 

"And what's more original than-"

He and MePad pulled down a sheet revealing a giant poster.

"A Battle of The Bands!!" He finished.

Many gasps came from the fans in the crowd. [Once again not the character]. The contestants opposingly sighed in expectancy. 

MePhone took in all the cheers and praises through a breath of air.

"And what's a Battle of The Bands you say? Well it is an idea coming from yours truly." 

He gives a sorta bow. 

"Where instead of battling through the many challenges they battle through the tunes from their hearts, yes a music battle!" 

"Which you all will be able to watch at the end of this month at this hearby theatre!!"

The contestants shuddered at his confidence.

"And contestants-"

He bends over to look directly over them. The contestants fixated their focus on him.

"All those sweet relationships that you had on those seasons." His smile fell and was replaced with a frown.

"Forget all about them, in this battle all you have are your teammates.." If his face was able to become any darker, it had. "And your enemies."

He put his once sweet smile back on and straighten himself out. 

"So go get your hair done, your voices pitched, and your clothes ironed because we will be back here tonight for band leader auditions!!"

Cheers, screams, and shouts began as the many people were filled with excitement.

MePhone looks straight ahead with a smug look.

"This is The Battle of The Bands!!"

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    Salt looked at the mirror, her hands shaky and her breathing unstable. Warm tears ran down her face as she gripped the counter. The sounds of her gasps and breaths can be heard over her loud sobbing. Her makeup poured down her glass and dripped off and down the drain as her tears ruined it. Why did she never have a chance, she thought. Why did he never like her.. She knew the reason why, it's the reason she started crying in the first place. It was earlier that morning…

[--]

Salt walked along the halls of Oj’s admiring the many areas, because anything built by OJ was pretty to her. Anything OJ did was beautiful to her. He was beautiful to her. He was her everything, even if OJ didn’t really seem to like her back she promised herself that he would make him turn someday.
 

She had gotten up bright and early today in hopes to catch him up. This was a good plan, she thought. Why hasn’t she done it before? She happily skipped searching for her crush. What she really didn’t expect was to find him talking to someone.

It was first just soft muffled chatting behind the walls but as she drew closer she was able to make out a conversation. She peeked around the corner and saw him and pickle talking on the couch. She approached happily, but quietly she wanted it to be a surprise. She outstretched her arms before-

“Hey, don't you find salt annoying?”

Pickle asked the question. It was a random question but it made salt stop in her tracks and listen.

“I mean yeah, wouldn’t you?” [OJ]

He just nodded in approval.

“She likes to follow- no.. she STALKS ME EVERYWHERE!” [OJ]

“And plus I don’t even like girls!” [OJ]

Salt stayed quiet, not because she wanted to hear. She does not need to hear anymore, but it was the fact her throat felt dry all of a sudden. That one hug she was about to make, felt like a mistake. It didn’t seem like something she should be doing. 

She silently started walking backwards before sprinting back up the stairs. 

OJ and Pickle had caught a glimpse of her before she completely disappeared. 

[--]

Salt shuddered at the memory. She let go of the counter and sat on the ground, her back facing the bathroom door. She weeped in silence before a knock was heard behind her.

“Hey salty-salt, are you like in there?” [P]

It was her BCFF at the door. She had to reply, there was no way she couldn’t.

“Y…yes…” Her voice drifted and broke in so many places.

“Are you like crying?” [P]

She stayed silent, her best friend shouldn’t see her like this.

“Did OJ… have to do with this..?” [P]

She made a sort of sound that said yes.  

“Do you need any comfort?” [P]

“I… I just want to be alone…” [S]

“Are you sure? I could get you anything. What do you want?? A stuffie? Some water? A hug!? [P]

“No pepper! I just want to be alone! Can you please just do that for me?” [S]

Pepper hesitated before letting out a small “mhm”. Salt heard it and shakily sighed as she heard the footsteps walking away from the door. She put her crying to a halt and wiped her eyes, the makeup smudging onto her hands. She gagged. Makeup is good and all but not everywhere. Cleaning it seemed like a good idea. 

She stood up and walked over to the sink. She turned the faucet, carefully not to spread the icky eyeliner. She placed her hand under the tap. She shuddered, not from any memory this time but instead from the coldness of the water. She quickly rinsed her hands and dried

them. She watched as the now black water went down the drain. But even so her attention set on her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was ruined. She needed to clean it and redo it. ‘Oh but what’s the point’ She thought, All that makeup was for OJ. She immediately pushed the thought back and grabbed a spare towel. Turning the faucet on again, she wet the towel. 

She brought it to her face before remembering. She took the bow from off her top and placed it to the side. Once done she took the towel and started cleansing her face, gently not to shatter her sensitive glass. The makeup came off however, and was a bit harder to scrub off. But she did so and her face had defaulted.  She looked at her now clean face in astonishment.

Her makeup was no longer on so her pinkish freckles were visible now. Her hues had been removed and was back to its pale form. The pink and black patches were now seen under her eyes. She looked… different… But… boyish?

An audible gasp was let out from the girl. That's it! That was her idea. OJ said he was into guys, well.. She was gonna give him just that… wait no he-

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♡♡♡

The green grass laid overgrown and blooming with green. It decorated the field and made it look alive.

The patch of land in the center of the trees.

Where the flowers are bright and thrive with life

Where the soil was soft beneath your skin

The sun warm as the trees casted shadows.

It all felt like a dream come true.

Everything so alive but so still besides from the occasional shift in the wind.

Everything so inanimate, so calm and quiet. 

Nothing moving.

Not even under the roots where there lay a beautiful being

As much as they looked like the many flowers around they were different

They were Living.

Not like the trees or grass which only stood in one place.

This person had senses and their many humanly traits.

They were alive .

They just didn't know it yet.

So they lay buried under the soil.

The grass topping their grave.

Followed by the many flowers around.

They were to rise and choose their path.

To grow and advance.

When the roots pulled their body up to the top

They surfaced the land, and the land radiated with energy

Their body lay still as the sun shined down upon them

And something that would only be seen in fairytales

They woke!

♡♡♡

It's.. a little bright… Where.. where am I…

The sudden realization sent a jolt through my body and the next thing I realized I was sitting up in a field of flowers. 

My breath was fast and my hands were shaking. The once cold that was there was gone and it was replaced with a warm feeling. 

This does not look like the beach.. Or anywhere near the ocean.. It was a field… full of flowers and overgrown grass. I don’t.. Remember being here…

But.. What happened!?

I remember that moment like any other…

I had died…

On that sandy beach..

With my friends… leafy and… ruby..

The water… it was…

I shuddered the memory away as I looked down to avoid the brightness. Though I didn't expect to see that. I was wearing a long white gown. Almost princess like. It went down and stopped just below the knees. It had many design patterns on it. Most being flowers. 

I gripped the grass as I tried to boost myself up. It was hard of course and my body was unstable. But I managed to come up with something. My legs wobbled under my weight, as I try not to fall back over.

They soon settle and I let out a sigh of relief. As I stood I looked at the area. The field seemed to stretch for miles, but it seemed to have an end as the many trees in the distances told me so. The land didn’t seem much different, just lots of flowers and grass. There was the occasional squirrel or bee but that didn’t make a difference. 

I backed up to get a better view but It came to a halt when I bumped into something. A stone of some sort. So I turned around and I was horrified. 

There a big half oval stone lay implemented in the dirt reading the name of..

“Flower…”

I am dead… But am I really?? I look alive and physical and I really don’t look like a ghost. Perhaps this was heaven, but it couldn’t have been.

This… is.. Different…