In the hotel room, Noone, Fuwa and Photon were talking about the recent offer. "What? Why?" Photon said. "Is it really paying that much?" "Supposedly." Noone said. "And considering that you showed up, we figured it'd be wrong to not let you in on this golden opportunity." "Noone, you're awesome." Photon said, applying lipstick. "Nah, it was her. I wanted to keep my day job." "Yep-yep. I suggested it to None and he went with it." Fuwa said, bubbly. "I AM sick of that fucking job. And I can say that I'm working on something that I like. It's now a career. We're going to get evaluated tomorrow."

The next day after filing some paperwork, the three fans were now official staff members of the behind the scenes work on Single Fragment. They were mainly working on costumes and assisting the cast. Fuwa and Noone were ecstatic on hemming the feathers for what would be the archeologist of the captain's crew. They were shocked by the news when giving out the refreshments in the table read.
"Seriously? She joins?" Fuwa yelled. "Oh, I guess it is a bit of a shock for you, not finding out the normal way, right?" Snake said. "But why not the princess? WHY of all people, would she join?" Fuwa started spazzing out. "I'm sorry for her outburst." Noone said, pulling Fuwa away. Photon was actually an extra on the set. His standout performance gave way to him playing a villain in a fight against the famous cook. His crossdressing inspired his character, Master Duex. He was a dancer with a strong passion for his crossdressing. He was finally able to show the world his inner girl. While Noone was partial to his success, Fuwa was jealous. She wanted to be in the play as well, and she kept crying about it to her masked beau. "I'm angrier at the fact that we learned the end of the Sand Kingdom saga before we got to see it." Noone said. "I'm setting up things before they come to avoid the spoilers." Fuwa wiped her face and sniffled.

Around two weeks later, Erocook was at his desk, reading the script over. Noone was walking by, with an envelope. A page fell from it. Erocook noticed it and picked it up. It was a short story based on the events of the Marine Base Rescue with the captain and the Samurai. The focus was on the little girl they encountered. As he read it he began to laugh at its absurd content. "Did he really write this shit?!" The pervert said, still laughing. Hiro came out of his office. "What are you doing now?" He asked, annoyed. "Read this. Noone wrote it." Hiro read it, and was not amused. "What drek." He said. "He uses his talent towards this?" "I know. But what if he utilized that talent for us?" Erocook said. "You mean, make him a writer on our team?"

"Yeah. I think…he has talent. Just needs some focus, is all."

Suddenly, Noone became a member of the writing staff. He was always writing down ideas for scenery seeing as how he and Fuwa were the costume designers. His concepts were all amazing, being variant, unique and even absurd, which actually proved to fit into the Single Fragment world perfectly. Snake and Steve were impressed, whereas Walter and Hiro were mum on the issue. Beiki was somewhat intrigued to see where it all went.

"None, you sold me out!" Fuwa said angrily, holding back tears. "I wasn't trying to-" "Nonononono!" She punched him in his face. The mask softened the blow. "You're leaving me alone, while you and Photon are going places. It's not fair!" "Would you calm down for one second and hear me out?"

"NO!" There was a single stream of silence in the backstage. "I want you to act out a character I created. Her name is Dart. She's a sultry-esque woman with all the goods. I made her with you in mind." Fuwa looked at Noone with sparkly eyes. "…Me?"

"Yes you. You're the only one who can fulfill this role. Will you help me?"

Fuwa suddenly grabbed Noone, pressing his face into her considerable chest tightly. "Sure thing, None! I'll do the bestest job I can for you~"

Fuwa got into the costume designed for her. It was a vibrant red outfit with feathers and a very open top. "None, this top is too out there. My girls can't even stay in it." She said, cradling them. "That's the point. Do you have the anti-jiggle cuffs?" "Oh, that's what that was for. Sorry!" She took off the top, not knowing that everyone could see her. Everyone stared at them swaying around with her movements. Noone took off his mask for a brief moment to see them. Erocook came to the scene. Upon seeing them, he went bananas. "TITTIES!" He ran to Fuwa, tackling her in the process. "Oh, Ero. You were actually in this scene we're about to reenact." Noone said to him. "Oh?"

The scene took place with him, the chef attempting to battle it out with Dart. She was swaying back and forward, forcing her goods onto him. Being the perverted fool Erocook was, he couldn't stay in character. Hiro took notice of this. "I'll admit, I like seeing him like this." He said. "I didn't like that story of yours, y'know the one." "Rena's encounter with the posh manchild? That was one I did for the fuck of it." Noone said. "I got better stories. Much better ones." He went back to the scene. "Now, Dart. You attack him without any letup." Over the course of a few hours, Erocook prevented himself from popping chub around Fuwa. The scene was a success. All that needed to be seen was the public's reaction to it. Next week was the schedule for the next installment of Single Fragment.

The audience was in anticipation for the fight between the Chef and Dart. When Fuwa came out with her costume on, it was already drawing in cheers from the men. "They're staring at me…" She thought. She looked at Noone, who was out of view. She gave him a Tashigiface. He gave her thumbs up. Erocook came out. His otherwise unrefined attraction was written into the script. The two began the performance.

The audience was half enticed with Fuwa's chest, the rest giggling at Chef's goofiness. Only a few were annoyed by it all and they quickly warmed up to it all.

"You stop looking at my chest, pervert cook!"

"But I can't! They're bouncy and full, like watermelons!"

"Fleurette Kick!"

"I…I…Can't hit a woman! It's my code!" The Chef said, struggling.

"Well, that's too bad." Dart said. "I can hit a boy! And you need a good hit between the legs!" She did just that. Erocook yelled loudly at the strike. "Why did she hit him there?" Noone said, facepalming. Shortly afterward, the scene ended with the Chef losing. The lights dimmed and the curtains went down. Everyone applauded. "Damn you, None! You made me wear this stupid outfit!" Fuwa said, spazzing about angrily. "But the audience loves you!" She stopped and listened. A wide smile covered her face. "They are. YAYYAYYAY!" She ran out and went to give a bow. Everyone cheered harder. "Thanks everyone! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She blew kisses left and right.