7 MONTHS AFTER SQUATCHETTE WAS FOUND

"SQUATCHETTE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU HAIRY FIEND?!" I screamed around the office. Everyone looked at me before returning to their work.

Metal ran by me, yelling for Bigfoot. God, these Squatches are crazy! Stealing cameras and staplers, they are just...

Hold up.

I'm sorry, do you need a recap?

Hi, I'm Throwback, I'm an intern at the MyMusic production company and I am slowly going insane. See, over half a year ago the company had to find a Sasquatch for our hipster boss, and we found one. Now, it just so happens that there was already a Bigfoot here at the company, so now we have a girl and a guy Bigfoot running around and... Yeah. We may have some Sasquatch babies here at some point. Basically, Squatchette, the girl Sasquatch we found up in Bluff Creek had a broken ankle and I had to nurse her back to health. She's fine now, I think, but Indie (our boss) still hasn't taken the duty of taking care of Squatchette off my shoulders.

My production assistant and probably best male species friend here at MyMusic, Metal, has been helping me. He's friends with the guy Bigfoot here, so he makes sure the two get along.

Right now, the Sasquatches have stolen all of the staplers and cameras from the studio. Why they would take all of those, I don't know!

"Can you guys keep it down? I'm trying to update my Facebook!" Idol whined as I raced past her, looking for the stupid cryptids.

"Sorry, Idol, but this is majorly important. If they got out... Do you know what would happen to them if the public saw Squatchy and Squatchette?"

I named the guy Bigfoot Squatchy. Very original, I know. I was thinking of naming him Batman, actually, but he didn't like it.

Idol shook her head and went back to her social media stuff. Metal ran up to me and dragged me up to the conference room, where the two Bigfoots were looking at the company iPad.

"Oh." I breathed a sigh of relief. "But where are the staplers and cameras?"

The Bigfoots looked up at me and shrugged. I frowned and looked around for any cameras and staplers.

"I don't see anything," Metal said. "Well, we need to film the Mosh today, so I guess we can just borrow the camera crew's cameras..."

"That's the fifth time we've had to do that this week! I hate borrowing their stuff. We have our own cameras," I said, huffing a bit when the cameras still didn't turn up.

"Yeah, but do we have the cameras now?" Metal argued. I rolled my eyes and stalked past him, heading back to my desk.

Metal followed me down the stairs, but we both stopped because our boss was heading up.

"Just head back up. I'm calling a company meeting," Indie said, walking past us. Metal and I looked at each other and shrugged, heading back up to the conference room. The Bigfoots cleared out and headed down to the studio to continue watching the iPad.

I sat down in my usual spot next to where Intern 2 usually sits on the side of the table. Metal sat down next to me and the rest of our fellow staff members came in. Once we were all seated, Indie cleared his throat and began to talk.

"So, MyMusic. We've been documented for almost a year now, and we have been through a bunch of ups and downs. Scene went through an identity crisis, the company went into chaos when I left for that fixed gear expo... Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Well, as our first year of being documented comes to a close, so does something else: the interns.

"Where would we be without our interns? I wouldn't have my footrest, there would be no one to protect the rats, no production team... But all things must come to a close, internships included. So, these next two months will be our last months with our interns."

Intern 2, Scene, and I all exchanged a look of grief.

"But, Indie, you can just make us full-fledged employees!" Scene piped up. Indie looked at her and almost seemed to be pained as he shook his head.

"We don't have it in the budget. I'm sorry. I've already scheduled interviews with several different people who are applying for internships with us," Indie said. Scene stared at him, and I swear I saw flames of anger in her eyes.

See, Indie and Scene have been going out for 3 months now. It took 1 month of Scene crying to me about Indie's girl-friend that he met at the fixed gear expo and 1 month of Indie trying to get Scene to trust that he was true before they actually officially became a thing. Honestly, Indie seems pretty happy with Scene, and Scene with Indie. So, when Indie announced that he was letting us interns go, that was pretty much breaking up in Scene's perspective.

"Just sell your French butt-washing machine or the bee stuff in the basement!" Metal said. I looked at him. He didn't seem happy about us interns leaving.

"NO. I'm not selling anything, and we don't have any money to keep the interns on board as full-fledged employees. End of discussion. Get back to work!" Indie ordered. I stood up and immediately marched out of the room, followed by Scene and Intern 2.

"Why would he do something like that?! He must really want to break up with me!" Scene cried when we got back to our shared desk.

"I don't think so," Intern 2 spoke. "He seems happier with you than on his own. I should know that."

I nodded in agreement with Intern 2. Scene was still crying a little bit, so I turned on Nyan Cat. Not even that seemed to cheer her up.

"Wow, she's really upset," I muttered to Intern 2. He nodded.

"She's only ever been this upset when the avatars... You know."

We interns have sworn to never speak of the great Avatar Massacre of 2012.

"I know. Wow... Hopefully she doesn't have another identity crisis. All we need is Idol Scene again," I said.

"Hey, maybe if she had another crisis she'd become Throwback Scene!"

"Or Intern 2 Scene."

"Or Metal Scene."

"Or Bigfoot Scene!" We laughed at that, when suddenly a young, auburn haired girl in a t-shirt of some video game walked in.

"Hi, is this where I come for the interview?" she asked as soon as she saw me, Scene, and Intern 2.

The talk of interviews made Scene cry some more and cause the auburn girl to sort of back away slowly.

"Um, no, you're probably looking for Indie," I said, walking over and leading her to Indie's office. I knocked on the door. "Yo, boss!"

"Come in." I opened the door and let the girl walk in.

"Ah, you must be Alicia, or... What was your MyMusic name going to be?" Indie asked, looking at the girl.

"Soundtrack," she answered after a little hesitation.

"Why Soundtrack?" I asked.

"Throwback, get back to work. This isn't any of your business," Indie said. I frowned at him and looked back at Alicia.

"Oh, I just love movie soundtracks so much! Unless they're by Randy Newman," she explained, grinning.

"Makes sense. Well, I'll leave you to your interview, then, Soundtrack," I said, closing the door.

Metal was standing in front of me when I turned around.

"Who's she?" he asked, nodding his head to the door.

"New intern... Maybe. I dunno, she seems nice enough. She'll probably get hired." I sighed a little. Man, I loved this place. I really did think that Indie was going to hire us on as full employees. What would the fans think?

The fans were still as crazy as ever. It seemed like with every episode they wanted me and Metal to be together more and more. They thought we had to be a cannon or something. They came up with a shipping name for us a few months ago and they haven't stopped shipping us yet. We're not together.

Honest!

"Hey, Throw? You OK?" Metal asked. I looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. God, why couldn't he just hire us on? I mean... We do a lot of the work around here..."

Metal shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe he'll change his mind. C'mon, we have to film the Mosh..."

I sighed, and followed Metal to the studio to get the equipment.

((A/N: HEY! This is a sequel, to Maybe I'm Amazed. Yes.

I'M ON A ROLL!

Tell me what you think.

I'm not responsible for any fangirl explosions that probably didn't happen this chapter.))