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So guess who suddenly got a huge burst of inspiration? This guy!

Conflict time 😈😈😈

Also introducing... an antagonist? Not the main one, we'll get to there when we get there, but an antagonist nonetheless

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Another day, another round of rigorous practise; such was the routine at Audrey's Intrepid.

Glaishur wandered into the backstage tent and flopped down on a nearby beanbag chair with an overdramatic yawn. Scaratar trailed behind, equally exhausted but not willing to make such a scene about it.

"You two okay..?" Attmoz looked up and hesitantly muttered, unsure whether to be concerned or amused. He has been helping Galvana with her main trick when the two walked in and threw them off focus.

Blasoom looked up from their drawing and chirped in a friendly manner. The bird monster was yet to learn to speak - and at this point might not ever do so - she had adapted and learnt to communicate in her own way through various sounds and squeaks.

Loodvigg lurked silently in the background. He noticed their presence but said nothing.

"Yeah..." The cold monster wheezed, "Just tired."

Scaratar elaborated, "Fennec had us running around in circles with Furnoss. Something about 'building endurance' or whatever."

"Oh." He sounds almost irritated, not by them but by their situation, "Well, why didn't you just tell him you're not doing that. He won't be able to stop you."

"Attmoz!" Glaishur cried, "We can't just - not do anything! What about the rules?"

"Rules are for breaking!" He protested.

"No, rules are for following!"

"Alright you two..." Scaratar grumbled. She was tired, and although the pair's bickering was playful it wasn't at all helpful.

"Hoop!" Galvana interrupted, her arms folded and her foot stomping grumpily. She only knew a few words, but she definitely knew how to use them to get what she wanted, "Hoop!"

"Oh. What's that, Galvana? You want to practice the hoop trick again?" Attmoz asked.

She squealed and whistled with excitement, balancing atop their electrical orb enthusiastically. The kid always seemed to be positively buzzing with energy, something which baffled her fellow monsters to no end.

"Alright. One... Two... Three... Go!" He then tossed the large, striped toy hoop into the air.

Galvana kicked the orb so that it would roll forward - leapt through the hoop - and landed on the orb, which was now on the other side. Her form could use some work, and the landing was more than a little clumsy, but it was quite impressive for such a young monster.

"Ooo-oo!" She squeaked in triumph.

"Wow, she's getting really good at that." Glaishur commented, having quietly observed the miniature spectacle from the sidelines.

"I know right? She'll be ready in no time." Scaratar added.

Blasoom honked a few times approvingly, before returning to their artistic project. Crayon in beak, the scribbled and decorated the paper with images of monsters and plants and red and yellow canopies; occasionally stopping to switch colour or adjust the sheet so it was on a more even section of the floor.

Loodvigg observed the scene quietly from a still, dark corner, watching and thinking. Scaratar's words from a few days ago had stuck with him, even though she appeared to have nearly forgotten about them. Was this all their was for them? Practice, practice, practice? Sure, Galvana certainly seems to enjoy it - as did many of the others - and Scaratar reassured him that she wasn't bothered by their situation. So, why does he feel so unsatisfied?

Maybe he's just weird.

"WHAT'S UP, LOSERS?"

That voice. THAT voice...

Attmoz's head whipped around to greet the all too familiar newcomer, "Ugh, Saira... Losers, really? You sound like the bully in a book for little kids."

Saira just smirked and stepped into the tent, having to duck in order to not hit their head. They were only about Attmoz's age; but they were tall, taller than any of them, and built like a brick wall with thick, striped, dark blue scales. Their paws were tipped with razor-like claws and they had a sharp spike like a spear just above their eyes. In fact, the only part of them that didn't look ready to fight at any given moment was the frilly, almost cartoonishly out of place green clown ruff around their neck. Nobody would want to mess with them, and they knew it.

Glaishur sunk in his seat, as though if he could just hide in his hair like a turtle they wouldn't notice him. Scaratar tried to act like she didn't even know they were there, but the way she watched them out of the corner of her eye was unmistakable. Blasoom continued to colour in their picture, but would hesitate every big movement in case it provoked them. Loodvigg just silently monitored them like a hunting hawk.

"What are you even doing here?" Attmoz grumbled, "Don't you have better things to do since you're Audrey's little princess?"

They shrugged, "Not really, I'm bored, actually."

"Then, buzz off, why don't you?"

"Why? Watching you lot is much more entertaining than whatever dumb task they'll give me."

"Oh, really?" Glaishur perked up, "Thanks, Saira."

They snickered, and Attmoz was forced to correct him, "...That wasn't a compliment, Glaishur."

"Oh..."

He turned his attention back to the Strombonin, "Look, if you insist on watching, can't you at least stand a little further away? Galvie needs space."

As if to support his argument, Galvana nodded and stuck her tounge out at Saira.

"Ugh, fine." They took a few steps back and settled on the ground in the manner of a sphinx statue, one paw crossed over the other. They'd didn't look too happy about it, but even they knew better than to get angry over something this petty.

Attmoz and Galvana went back to rehearsing, and Saira quickly got bored of watching the same thing over and over. Their eyes drifted over to Glaishur and Scaratar, but both seemed rather tired so neither were moving much. Boring. Loodvigg still kept his distances, glaring at them from the shadows. Also boring. Blasoom, however...

"Hey, pppst! Birdbrain?" They whispered, "What are you doing?"

Blasoom chirped disapprovingly and hopped a few paces away, taking her newest illustration with her: a picture of a large pink flower.

"Oh! Are you drawing? Can I see?"

She shook her head frantically and backed away again, but Saira leaned forward and snatched it from her beak with one huge paw.

"Give me that." Their expression softens as they take in the quality of the image, "...Oh. This is... actually pretty good."

Blasoom stood there motionless, uncomfortable and unsure of what to make about the situation. She knew that the mythical monster had an interest in arts, but when her drawing was snatched up she expected to be laughed at, or worse...

"Here, give me a crayon, I'll show you a cool trick."

Hesitantly, they obliged, retrieving Saira a purple crayon. The pangolin-like monster lined the underside of the petals with purple and smudged it with their claw, until it resembled shadows cast by the early morning sun (well, it resembled it about as well as a drawing made with crayons could).

They held their revision up for the plant monster to see, "You see how putting a darker colour on top of it this in this pattern makes it look like there's a light source?"

"And then you—OOF!" They reached for another crayon, when behind them Galvana miscalculated a jump and toppled to the ground, sending both herself and her orb flying and bumping into Saira. It didn't affect them much, but it did cause them to accidentally rip the paper and drag a thick line of blue across the entire thing.

Almost instantly, they spun around with an agitated expression. They flicked Galvana with their claw - not enough to actually do any damage, but certainly enough to hurt. "Watch where you're going, you little brat!"

"HEY!" Attmoz stood, his trail bristling from anger, "That was uncalled for; she's just a kid!"

"So?" They narrowed their eyes.

"So leave her alone! She can't help it!" He threw his arms up into the air from frustration.

They rose to their feet and started to approach the little monster, who was still recovering from the tumble, "Sure she can, if she just bothered to actually think before she acted. She wouldn't—"

Loodvigg suddenly darted out from the shadows, a grim expression on his face. He positioned himself between Saira and Galvana; a low growl rumbled from his throat, "Back off."

"Oh, wow, look who finally decided to say something." They uttered sarcastically, maneuvering to go around him, but he blocked their way again.

"Yeah, I did. And I said, back off."

By now, Glaishur and Scaratar had noticed what was going on and were watching with a mix of inquisitiveness and apprehension. Scaratar's antenne twitched skittishly, while Glaishur repeatedly ran a hand through his hair as a sort of nervous habit.

"Why? What are you gonna do about it, emo?" Saira challenged.

Loodvigg clenched his fists, "Say that again!"

"'Vigg. Don't." Scaratar warned.

"What are you gonna do about it, emo?"

By now, he was practically shaking with protective, righteous fury, "I'll... I'll..."

Before either of them could make their next move, the speakers crackled to life and they heard a voice they had all been trained to respect say in an unusually sickly-sweet tone, "Oh, Saiiiiiiiiraaaaaa! You're needed over by the duck pond, sweetie! Copper's waiting for you!"

"Ugh, coming, mom..." They slowly slunk off; their was posture slumped and they glared at Loodvigg the whole time, "This isn't over. You don't get to act like you're the boss of me and get away with it."

When they finally left the backstage tent, everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief. Attmoz walked over to Galvana and helped the little monster back to her feet, gently patting her shoulder as she sniffled and sobbed.

"Phew, that was a close one..." Glaishur mumbled.

Scaratar scuttled over to the Shadow monster and grabbed onto his hands, slowly coaxing him to unclench them, "Loodvigg, what the heck were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could've happened if you two got in a fight!"

"They need to be put in her place."

"Not by you!" Glaishur protested, "Remember when they absolutely destroyed me at the high striker? Do you really wanna be on the wrong end of that?!"

He shrugged. Justice mattered more than if he got hurt during the process, "Maybe..."

"'Vigg!" Attmoz added, "I don't like them either, I make that clear. But we're never going to win against them if we use our fists."

"I know, I know..." He wrapped his arms around himself and looked down at the floor, feeling a little ashamed but not quite sure why.

"And even if you somehow didn't get hurt: they're Audrey's kid! We'd get in so much trouble!" Glaishur exclaimed.

"I think it'd be worth it..."

"And that's why you aren't in charge of making decisions." Attmoz muttered.

Scaratar stared at the spot where Saira had just been. There was a strange, misty look in her eyes - as though she missed another reality that never really existed where the Mythical monster was kind to them, "I think it's better to just... try and keep the peace. They'll grow up one day."

"If they haven't grown up by now, I don't think they ever will." Loodvigg muttered, "Is everyone okay? Blasoom? Galvana?"

Blasoom solemnly nodded, but there was no enthusiastic chirps or happy little hops.

"Ooo-ooo!" Galvana wiped her damp face and smiled, apparently having cheered up rather quickly.Attmoz was satisfied with those reactions, "Come on, Galvie. Let's just keep practicing..."

Loodvigg went back to skulking in the darkness and Scaratar scampered away awkwardly to 'go do something very important that she totally forgot about until this exact moment'.

Glaishur, however, noticed there was something still off about Blasoom's demeanor.

"Blasoom?" He mumbled, unsure whether this was the right approach to take, "Is something wrong?"

Blasoom silently picked up the ruined drawing and showed it to him. The look in their eyes seemed to be a combination of disappointment, frustration and lingering fear.

"Oh... I'm sorry. Here let me—" He reached out to take it, but stopped himself, "Is it okay if I try and fix it?"

Blasoom nodded and dropped the picture. With the most careful of movements, Glaishur picked it up and inspected the damage. He took the white crayon - finally finding a use for it - and carefully covered up as much of the unwanted blue streak as he could, though a few speckles remained. As for the tear, there wasn't any tape nearby so he couldn't reattach it, but he coloured in the tattered edges so they blended in somewhat with the rest of the image.

When he was finally satisfied with his work, he handed it back to her, "I know it's not exactly the same as it was before, but I hope it's at least sort of okay."

Blasoom didn't react for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up and she bounced around from sheer delight, making happy bassoon noises all the while. She skipped over to him and gently rested her feathers against his purple fur, her attempt at a hug with no arms.

Glaishur couldn't help but beam, "Aww, you're welcome, Blasoom!"

Maybe things weren't so bad afterall...

#My singing monsters #Msm #Performance of a lifetime AU #Arrow Authors #Notes for people who read the tags:#Saira my beloved #They're an asshole but I love them so much #Fun fact: they're named after an irl person #The real Saira is lovely actually I just really liked the name and wanted an oc to have it #So #Sorry irl Saira

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