And now we head to the third installment of the "QT Series," this time featuring Pink QT, Luna's pink-haired rocker friend from "Friendsies."
Now, I decided to do something interesting about this one: I don't know if the gender of Pink QT has been revealed (I'm assuming they're a girl, because of course they'd be), but I want to leave it ambiguous for this story.
And, thanks to an idea I had a little while ago after watching a clip of SVTFOE again (Something about the MHC being beaten up by Todo/Luffee/Ludo-Toffee is cathartic and fun), she might appear again in the future.
Also for those wondering, their caste is Lucy's caste.
And now, to the chapter!
The Morticians Club was having another one of their reunions, with an ominous violin music echoing across the room, and a peculiar member among their group.
It was a... teenager, with pink hair on the front, with the back being cleanly shaved. They wore a black jacket with the sleeves torn off completely, a red shirt covering their upper and part of their body, with the edge of the sleeves torn off, black leggings with more holes than the plot of a low quality mystery story, and black boots.
They were playing a violin as well, acting as the source of the music.
"Excuse us?"
The person stopped playing and turned to the club members, who looked at them with confusion as they asked, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, just making some atmosphere music," the pink-haired rocker answered. "Like you asked."
"With a classical violin?" the Mortician member with buck teeth asked.
"I mean, we all agree that your music is quite easy on the ears," the short member remarked. "But given the theme of our club, don't you think you could give us a more... gothic ambience?"
"I know, and I agree with you. It's just that, a very good friend of mine once, until she decided to throw away that dream, and her old self as well," the pink-haired musician replied as they put the violin down. "So, I play classical music to remind myself of the good old days."
One of the club members hummed. "Is this friend, by any chance, Luna Loud?"
The pink-haired musician paused, then nodded with a little smile.
"I see, we've heard about what happened to her, how she changed after going to a Mick Swagger concert," one of the members remarked. "She's probably one of the best things to come out of that, huh?"
The pink-haired violinist narrowed their eyes and looked away. "She's definitely the only good thing that came out of one of his concerts."
With that said, and realizing the person needed some time alone, they went back to their business and allowed them to continue playing the music.
Later...
The pink-haired musician walked back home, carrying their violin in their suitcase as they looked at the sky with a contemplative look.
"Hey there, Magenta! Coming back from giving those weird vampire kids their "obligatory ambience music," huh?"
The rocker turned around and saw the one who said that was none other than Sam, who had both her hands on her pockets and a wide smile on her face.
"I already told you not to call me Magenta. But yes, I just finished giving them their background music," the pink-haired musician answered as the blonde rocker got close to them. "How's your stuff with Luna doing?"
"Well, I think I turned her into my girlfriend without even noticing," Sam shrugged. "But hey! Anything to keep her alive, right?"
Magenta flinched and looked away. "R-Right..."
"Don't worry, I'm sure that eventually, she'll notice you too," Sam said as she wrapped her arm around the rocker. "And then, we'll finally have an excuse to fight to the death for her affection."
Magenta laughed a little. "Oh Sam, you're always so comical..."
Then they frowned. "You're kidding, right?"
"Who knows? The gods can be cruel sometimes, especially if one of them has white hair," Sam separated from the violinist and put her hands on her pockets again. "But hey, look at the bright side! We're alive, we're friends, and we hopefully won't get caught up in some stupid divine conflict or something!"
"Please don't tempt fate like that," Magenta pinched the bridge of their nose. "It's like you're actually asking it to shove us into that kind of conflict!"
"Nah, it doesn't work, I already tried it before when I tempted it to remove my nightmares," the blonde musician answered with a casual tone. "They never go away, no matter how much I want them to."
Magenta frowned sympathetically, but just as they reached to grab Sam's hand, the rocker continued to walk, saying:
"Well, gotta get going to Flip's store. See ya later, Magenta!"
The blonde musician strolled off cheerfully, and Magenta waved goodbye, keeping up their smile just long enough for Sam to leave their sight, upon which the smile immediately turned into a saddened frown.
They then reached for their pockets, took out a locket, and opened it to show a picture of them and Luna together as they bemoaned:
"I miss the old you, Luna."
