The Music Club’s Onomatopoeic Soundtrack

“CLANK! Clang, clang, clan–”

Oh great, we’re back to this again.

I wandered down the dark hallway. This time, however, I had a suspiciously illuminated potion bottle, brightening about a meter in front of me. It wasn’t much, but it’s still better than nothing. With it, I could confidently say that the bucket sounds weren’t from any actual buckets! Who knew where they actually came from though.

“Plink…a-Plink…a-Plink…a-Plink…a–”

Looking around a bit more, I realized I had absolutely no idea where I was. The hallway seemed… wrong, though I couldn’t put my finger on why. Maybe something changed? Or morphed perhaps?

“Whineeeee, Whineeeeee, Whineee, Whineeee–”

Well, best not to think about it. Trying to make sense of anything would be too much of a headache. I just need to find the next door… ah, here it is.

I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it… only to find it locked. Right… Doors could be locked…

“Toot, Toot-toot, Toot-toot, Toot–”

Returning to the darkness, I walked off towards… somewhere. The most I knew was that I walked down a set of stairs, but that could’ve been a lie. I was all but convinced this place was messing with my senses somehow. Well, it was messing with my senses already, but even more so than I thought.

I roamed around, switching my direction every so often with a step, jump and duck, before ending up in front of another door. Yeah… that shouldn’t have worked, but I won’t kick a gift beast in its mouth.

I twisted the knob once again.

…

…

… it was locked. Of course, it was locked. Why wouldn’t it be locked?

Where were the clubrooms??? I should’ve stolen a map from Niya, or at least gotten directions from Asa. Though, in my defense, they should’ve offered in the first place!

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMM–”

And I had been ignoring it for a while, but why in the world was there music playing? A piano, a violin, a trumpet, a tuba – was this supposed to be a makeshift orchestra? They were trying to play scary music, sure, but it was purely annoying. All it did was make it harder to–

“Twee-twee-twee-twee-twee-twee-twee-twee-twee–”

See?!? That’s what I was talking about! I didn’t need an annoying flute twiddling in my ear. This wasn’t even a horror song!! They were playing like a five-year-old, if a five-year-old was playing badly on purpose.

“CLANK! Clang, clang, clan–”

“Stop it with the buckets already!” I shouted into the darkness.

“Oom.”

…did they really say no with a tuba? Ugh…

I continued my random meandering for a while, getting blasted by instruments along the way, before I saw a familiar blue orb hanging out in front of another door.

Hmm…

It had betrayed me once.

But it also saved my skin. Granted, from nothing, but…

Hmm…

“Do, do, do, do do do, do, do–”

“I do not need a waiting song while I think!”

“Do.”

“Agh! I swear… You know what. Fine! I’ll go in! Are you happy now???” I wasn’t sure what was worse: Niya coercing me into work, or this onomatopoeic rampage describing my every move. Wait, no, Niya was worse. Definitely worse.

“Dunnnnnn dun.

“Dunnnnnn dun.

“Dunnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun–”

“Is that really necessary?!?” I stopped approaching the door, and the music dropped off. Taking a step back…

“Nud nud nud nud nud nud nud–”

Why was it playing backwards?? How did that make any sense? But just to make sure…

“BLOOOOOOOOMMMMMOOOMMMMOOMMMP.”

Moving back and forth caused a trombone to wail. I had a sneaking suspicion this was supposed to be the climax of their irritating din. It had to be a clubroom. They wouldn’t try to build up any nonexistent suspense for no reason, right? I took a deep breath out, and then I rushed over and pulled open the door before the music nerds could blow a single toot.

Standing there was a hulk of a man, dressed in blue farmer’s trousers and a brown shirt. His expression was obscured by a hockey mask, but his eyes kept glancing at his chainsaw with glee.

“Um… trick or treat?” I asked, for no other reason than to say I tried.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The masked man laughed maniacally, revving the chainsaw’s engine above his head.

“Wah wah wah, waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.”

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