Wow, this story is taking way too long, and it's honestly not that fun to write...can you tell?
PLEASE just bear with me till voting time :)
Cool voiceover: Welcome back to VAMPIRE MOUNTAIN IDOL! We are still coming to you live from the Hall of Princes, sponsored by Roxypony Studios and Mr Tiny Productions. Now for a quick recap, brought to you by the Blackberry Curve, official phone of Roxypony Studios.
Harkat: Spider pig, spider pig...
Mika: ...personal favourite of mine. Homer Simpson would be proud.
Arrow:
If anyone deserves not to be fried, skewered and eaten by Tiny, it's probably you.
Paris: Beautiful voice!
Cut to Harkat sitting with Roxy in her truck, snarfing gummy bears and looking completely joyous.
Flash back to present.
We see Harkat apparently hiding in the front of the truck, looking slightly afraid for his life. Mika is sitting with Arrow in the back of the truck, attempting to bandage his injured arm. However they appear to be on the brink of a fistfight themselves, it seems Mika is a poor doctor and according to Arrow's frequent screams of pain, is making the situation worse. Kurda remains determined to kill Harkat, as he sees him as a threat due to his excellent reviews. The blonde is prowling around determinedly, but has not clued in that Harkat is inside
the truck. Seba and Vancha are currenly being detained by security after attempting to slaughter each other, and Roxy managed to win the battle against the rabid Twilight fangirl (who was also being detained.)
Oh, and Debbie was currently duck-taped to a chair and locked in the kitchen, screaming about Darren and babies.
No one seemed to know they were back on the air.
"We're back on the air." a cameraman coughed after several minutes of observing.
"Turn it off." whined Arrow. "I don't want my freakin' broken arm on the news."
"Suck it up, you bald baby." Mika snapped, tying a final knot in the bandages. Arrow yelped and yanked his arm away from his doctor.
"Hello, welcome back, yeah yeah who's next..." (reads schedule)"...ohhmg. This will be scream... everyone please join me in welcoming to the stage...OUR VERY OWN LARTEN CREPSLEY!"
"Apparently we need to return to the Hall of Judges." Mika grunted. "Where the hell is Tiny? "
"Someplace nice." Paris guessed.
"Dude, I am seriously wondering if this show is even legit." says Arrow.
Cut to a view of the Hall of Judges.
The Judges are sitting in their thrones looking apprehensive and uncomfortable, but in a bored way. A pale-skinned orange-haired Vampire stood before him.
"Sup dog. What's your name, where ya from, what're ya singin-HOLY HELL, LARTEN. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR!" Arrow practically shrieks.
His little crop of orange had been slicked back at an impossible angle, and had an unearthly metallic tinge.
"That, my friend, is simply freaky." Mika states.
Larten glares.
"Arra and Kurda styled it for me."
"Charming, Crepsley, really delightful." Mika grunts. "Now get on with it."
Larten rolls his eyes.
"I am bringing sexy backThe other boys do not know how to act
I think it is special... what is behind your back
So turn around and and I will pick up the slack
Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I am your slave
I will let you whip me if I misbehave
It is just that no one makes me feel this way
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
VIP, drinks on me
Let me see what you're twerking with
Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go ahead child and get your sexy on
I am bringing sexy back
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that is your girl, baby watch your back
Cuz you are burning up for me and that is a fact
Dirty Babe
You see these shackles baby I am your slave
I will let you whip me if I misbehave
It is just that no one makes me feel this waayyy."
And of course, this had a dance to go with it.
"...Larten..." says Paris in a tone of wonderment.
"Larten?" Mika groans miserably.
"Larten!" Arrow gasps in a shocked yet inspired tone.
"By the way, that performance was dedicated to Arra." Roxy adds.
"It most certainly was NOT!" Larten states in a squealy tone, turning the same shade of red as Roxy's truck.
'K, Crepsley. If that's what you want us to think. NEXT!" says Mika.
How many more freakos to go before we can get back to our lives? Roxy ponders. She checks the list.
WAY too many.
