….Whoa, bet you didn't see this coming.

BY THE WAY, as for the next final chapter, it may or may not come in two weeks. More information about the final chapter is at the bottom of this filler. If you don't want to read the filler, it is recommended that you skip it and read the information on the bottom if you're still wondering about the main story plot.

Disclaimer: You can't sue someone awesome like me. Well, I don't own TWEWY anyway so…I guess I'm not as awesome…um….well, this is awkward. I don't own FF either.

Warning: Crack is involved but crack is still good. Some Neku-bashing but that's okay, I still love him. :3 BTW, note that this filler has nothing to do with the story. Well, it kinda does but at the same time, it doesn't. Umm…yeah, just read it.

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Set Somewhere Around the Time During the Week Before The Bet Started…And Also the Reason Why Neku Can't Earn Money to Pay for His Own Damn Headphones And Get Revenge From Beat in a Way Where the Orange-Haired Boy Does Not Have His Dignity Raped a Thousand Times in a Bet That Was Probably Materialized From the Minds Of Sick Fangirls With Nothing Else to Do With Their Lives….Gosh, This Is A Really Long And Unnecessary Title, Isn't It?

It was that pink-haired demon wench's fault. If it wasn't for Eri and her meddling, none of this catastrophe and mess would happen. If it wasn't for Eri and her bitching for him to try on a stupid dress, Neku Sakuraba could've earned enough money to buy some new headphones and a new Mp3. If it wasn't for Eri, Neku could've kept the only job whose boss has more influence over Shibuya than Joshua could ever have. If it wasn't for that stupid wench, Neku wouldn't have been fired from his job in the span of less than forty eight hours. If it wasn't for Eri, this stupid bet could've been cancelled ages ago.

During the week before the bet, Neku thought fast and mentally slapped himself five hundred and thirty four times for accepting a bet with the world's biggest idiot. He was trapped in a corner. If he backed down from the bet for the sake of his dignity, he would probably still lose his dignity because he just lost by default against the world's dumbest monkey. If he went on with the bet, there was always a way, ALWAYS SOME WAY, pictures of him in cute little stockings and petticoats will be posted on the huge ass screen on the Q building. In either way, Neku's dignity is brutally raped and savagely killed with an axe labeled, "Hahaha, I hate you too, Neku Sakuraba. By the way, YOU SUCK. Also, you are totally not as cool as Cloud Strife. Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Hahaha, you SUCK."

Killing himself would probably force him into another Game and he'd probably get sexually harassed by the Composer. Neku Sakuraba was out of options. What could Neku do?

Then it hit him. Neku…could take a job. He could earn his own money to buy his own headphones and Mp3 back. He knew the perfect guy.

Mr. H.

The only guy who could keep Josh in place. The only guy who understood Neku's thoughts. He's the mind behind CAT. Plus, he's such a laid back and nice guy. He SHOULD have a job for Neku. Neku knew Mr. H was too much of a nice guy to let him down.

As for calling the bet off, screw his dignity. He will be working for Mr. H, the real guy behind CAT. Mr. H might as well be a god. Well…he's a fallen angel but still. It beats becoming a Barbie girl any day. Besides, Neku would get his revenge against Beat who, without a doubt, would tease him for calling off the bet. The headphone-less boy knew how much Beat treasured this place. It was the only place in all of friggin Shibuya that gave him curry for free and he, Neku Sakuraba, as a worker of the establishment, can happily deny Beat that privilege.

Neku rubbed his hands evilly, in an out-of-character manner. He smirked to himself. He just had to play it safe and try not to reveal to others that he will not, in any way, participated in the bet.

The next day, Mr. H complied pretty easily and welcomed him warmly.

"Just…you know…I don't really know what you could help with…Hmm….Oh yes! I could probably make more money and have more opening hours here at the café if you can stand by the register. I usually have to attend some meetings and Josh is waaayyy too lazy to help me." Sanae instructed. He guided Neku over behind the cash register and spent a half an hour, explaining the menu, prices, and recipes for some simple coffee drinks. Sanae, however, had a few basic rules.

Rule 1: Sorry, Phones, but I take this rule very seriously. Don't, I repeat, don't touch my beans, yes, MAH BEANS, with your hands unless you washed them and put two pairs latex gloves over them. Yes, you read that right. I take my beans seriously.

Rule 2: I am not responsible for any trauma or loss of pride or virginity (take your pick) if Joshua decides to somehow miraculously wake up from his beauty sleep, sees you, and jumps you from behind.

Rule 3: Make sure you arrive at the WildKat at ten and your shift ends at five. If Joshua is true to his word, which I'm pretty sure he's not but, let him be, he should take over.

Rule 4: Try not to scowl at customers. What Joshua and I've been observing is that you have this default reaction towards people. I'm not sure if you realize it but half of the people affected by this are either intimidated (No, Phones, this is not good, it makes me lose customers) or somehow turned on (Really, what kind of sick person gets turned on by a scowl? Wait, never mind...). So for your safety from provoked people and sick pedophiles and fangirls, please, try not to scowl. Control yourself.

Rule 5: Have fun, Phones. Don't take this job too seriously. Just make sure I don't get robbed and make some money, alright? Feel free to take a bathroom break whenever you feel like it. Not many people come to this café anyway.

Rule 6: Probably the most important rule of all. Please, be nice. I can't stress this enough. BE NICE. Do not say the first thing that comes to mind.

0.o.0.o.0.

Neku tapped his fingers rhythmically against the clean and clear marble counter and looked around, leaning on his left arm. The WildKat café was deserted but clean. Stylishly designed lights hanged overhead. The walls were painted a simple but rich color of red with streaks of orange and yellow, making the café seem almost homely. Of course, small pictures of graffiti art by CAT were hung strategically around the café to be examined by observing eyes or ignored by the general public. Many small plain brown but glossed coffee tables with complementary equally stylish chairs littered the place artfully. How can a chair be stylish anyway? Well, it was CAT who owned the café and made sure that the place lived up to his creative name. Of course, no one knew that except Neku. The orange-haired boy stared at the glass door expectantly as if, expecting someone to walk through. Neku smiled and tinkered with the cash register on his left for a few moments before turning to lean back against the counter, looking to his right. It was one of those refrigerated clear display cases. He remembered faintly of seeing these in bakeries. This was the place where cakes were displayed, usually next to the counter or cash register. Guess Mr. H managed to scrap some money for one. The refrigerated display case was filled with pastries such donuts and muffins.

There was a back door, the storage room, to his left and the classic kitchen styling in front of him. It was clean and spotless and was mostly occupied with coffee machines and such. Overall, it was clean and seemed easy enough to use. After all, not many people stop by here anyway. The rules were easy to follow. His pay per hour was ten dollars which was pretty good. (1) In order not to cause convenience with Mr. H's private matters, the two agreed to have Mr. H pay Neku at the end of the week. One perk to the job was Joshua was nowhere in sight though Neku could have sworn that he heard some faint snoring behind the storage room door. The orange-haired boy assumed safely that the Composer was taking his daily beauty nap.

Seeing that there were no customers in sight, Neku took out a barstool from under the counter and whipped out a Final Fantasy! Magazine.

"Hmm….Cloud caught in yet another sex scandal! This time, with, not Tifa, but Zack! Gasp! Both Aeris, Tifa, Sephiroth, Reno, Vincent are steaming mad! Not to mention, Leon a.k.a Squall Leonhart is dead pissed! How will Cloud get himself out of this dilemma! Great, another stupid tabloid." Neku grumbled as he reached over to the small dingy radio on the other side of the cash register and turned it on.

Neku leaned against his left arm and began to read his tabloid magazine in a bored manner. An hour passed by without customers and the orange-haired boy was reading an interview of how Tidus, Star Of The Zanarkand Abes! Yuna, Famed Summoner And Singer! How They Found Love With Each Other! He was in the middle of reading about Tidus badmouthing his "old man" for the umpteenth time when he heard the door swing open.

The boy looked up to see an all too familiar brown-haired girl. Remembering that she was the start of his misery, he threw her a cold look.

"Shiki."

"H-hey, Neku." Shiki stuttered nervously as she fidgeted under his cold stare.

"What do you want?" Neku turned his attention away from his magazine and addressed the poor girl.

"I-I didn't know you worked here." She tried to smile innocently.

Neku snorted and crossed his arms. "Today I start working. If it wasn't for a small birdie that started blabbering things, a monkey wouldn't have been attracted, and I wouldn't be stuck working here for my own money for my headphones and Mp3."

Shiki let out a small forced laugh sheepishly as she walked over to the counter. She knew she had to change the topic quickly. "I'll take a house blend."

The boy scowled before rolling his eyes. "That would be 680 yen."

Relieved that Neku didn't press further in the problem, the girl happily fished out some money from her green jacket and placed it on the marble counter.

"Give me a minute, Shiki." Neku instructed before turning around and flipping the switch on one coffee machine. He walked over to a nearby sink, washed his hands, and put some hand sanitizer before pulling out some latex gloves. Shiki stared at him blankly as she watched her friend then apply another pair of latex gloves over the previous latex gloves.

"Umm…you need to do all of that to handle coffee beans? Even when they're already powder?"

Neku looked at her with a solemn expression and nodded. "Yup."

He placed a coffee filter in the filter basket of the coffee maker and put a few teaspoons of grinded coffee beans in the machine. He added some water to the mixture and wait for it to brew. (2) A couple minutes later, it was done and he handed her the coffee and she thanked him and that was that.

During his shift, Neku managed to serve various people. Teenagers, business people, and hobos.

Beat and Rhyme

"Yo! YO! Yo! Don't know that you worked here, Phoneless! Ha! Hit me up with some curry, yo!"

"No."

"Bwahaaaa? B-but…my curry…."

"Screw you."

"Neku, don't say that to Beat. That's not nice."

"Rhyme, I'll give you this bag of sugar cookies for free if you shut up now."

"I feel kinda evil but sure! Thanks, Neku!"

Sho Minamimoto

"What the hell? What are you doing here?"

"None of your business, hectopascal! Make me a pancake with the circumference of 56.3451 centimeters and a circle area of 145.234 centimeters squared!"

"…I can't make that!"

"ARE YOU SO OUT OF YOUR VECTOR THAT YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND A SIMPLE MATH EQUATION?"

"Stop yelling at me with that damn megaphone!"

"So zetta stupid…and slo-"

"Get out, Grim Heaper!"

After a surprisingly tired shift, Neku walked home from Cat Street and decided to use his computer out of boredom. He stumbled upon something.

"Hey, Mr. H didn't tell me that the café had a website. Let's see…." The website was basic, really. It had a motto, its location, reviews, and whatnot. Then, Neku looked at the forums. None of them really caught his eye until, "Reviews about the New Barista, Neku. Did someone start this?"

After clicking the link, Neku was blown over by how many people commented on it. It went something like this:

How do you feel about the new barista in charge of WildKat? Personally, I'm not sure if I should be happy or devastated.

-A doubtful humanitarian.

I think he a jerk. He deny me my curry!

-Skatebored dude.

I think Neku is doing a wonderful job as a barista. He's efficient. There's no reason to hate on him just because he denied you curry.

-Mr. Mew's Seamstress.

Hey, if Neku does stumble upon this, I think you should smile some more. You'd be prettier like that, you know? Anyway, do you like blue or pink? Sorry to steer off topic, but seriously, Neku! Shiki told me that you agree with her request! You like blue or pink?

-A restless fashion designer (Eri).
P.S. Answer soon!

Yo, Eri! LOL. That's something. PICK PINK! Phones' one of my close frends but he went over teh line! DENYING ME MAH CURREY! That a crime, man! A crime!

-Skatebored dude.

We shouldn't hate on Neku like this. I could see why he denies him his curry. After all, Neku WAS dragged in a stupid bet because of my brother. I would go with blue, Eri.

-Skulls Jr.
P.S. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Hmm, yeah. Blue would look good on Neku. Go for blue, Eri. Mr. Mew agrees with me.

-Mr. Mew's Seamstress.
P.S. Really, Beat, although I kinda want to thank you for spilling drinks over Neku's headphones and all and forcing him to model for me and Eri, I also want to strangle you because now, Neku doesn't want to talk to me.

What? How you guys know it was me? Why u all disagreeing with me? Pink would look tite on Phones! ROFLMAO. Remember, u guys! Imma win this bet and my yen so why u caring so much for Phones?

-Kinda Pissed Skatebored dude.

"Skatebored dude?" Could you please, fix your spelling and grammar? Or at least, make an effort. What on earth is going on here?

-Now confused humanitarian.

I apologize for my brother's grammar but don't blame him, please. Oh, we're just talking about some silly bet that Beat managed to rope Neku into doing. It's nothing that you should be worried about. Although…I'm starting to think Neku took this job just so he could get revenge on Beat. But, maybe, that's just me.

-Sheepish Skulls Jr.

Eh, yeah, now that I think about it, blue WOULD look good on Neku! Sorry I can't help you on your quest for revenge, Beat! Thanks for the suggestion anyway! So, should I start with the dress or the turtleneck thing?

-Inspired future fashion designer.

I would go with the turtleneck combination because Neku is going to hit the roof if you try forcing him in a dress. I would save that for later, I guess.

-Mr. Mew's Seamstress.
P.S. Eri, please don't let your ambition take over your head. Think of Neku's dignity too.

HECTOPASCAL! HOW DARE HE DENY ME PANCAKES! HE'S SO NOT ZETTA COOL! GOSH! 3.1415926535897!

-Very Angry and Not Proportionally Satisfied Customer

Get out, you. Nobody likes you.

-Now irritated humanitarian.
P.S. Really, no one likes you.

"Now Irritated humanitarian?" You just offended three quarters of the female population at my school. Although Sho is one crazy maniac, many of my classmates find him "irresistible" and "hot." You better either take your comment down or hope my classmates don't stumble upon this forum. They'll go for blood.

-Shocked Seamstress.

HA! Take that, you anonymous son of a digit! What? You angry that I insulted that stupid hectopascal? Aww…did I insult your boyfriend? By the way, what the factor is this? What is my ears hearing about something about Neku dressing up as a lady?

-Zetta Awesome Guy Who Can Factorize WAY better than that factoring hectopascal!

Why is there a guy using so many math terms on this forum? Urgh…my head hurts. And what were we talking about again? Wait, oh yeah. So, a turtleneck and a skirt?

-Somewhat confused but still inspired and awesome fashion designer.

Ha! That funny! Seein' Phones in a skirt is some funny shit! Make dat pink too!

-Skateboard dude.
P.S. Neku, if you readin' this, give me my curry, godammit!

Wow, haters going to hate. Well, what was the point of this forum again?

-Skulls Jr.
P.S. Weren't we talking about Neku's performance as the new barista?

Hmm…we were, weren't we? By the way, if you (you know who I'm talking to) are not able to answer to the forum, it's because I banned you. I can't stand illiterate people. Much less of people who have to use a math term every two sentences or so.

-Pondering humanitarian who is, in fact, NOT a "factoring hectopascal."

Don't call me stupid or much but…ain't this forum public?

-Skatebored dude.

...Crap.

-Panicked Seamstress.

Oh my, I quite forgot about that. Why, yes, yes it is. :)

-Not-so surprised humanitarian.
P.S. You astound me with your sudden boost of intelligence. I will tell Konishi later to raise your status from chimp to psychologically challenged human.

Why the hell are you people talking about me on this stupid forum anyway? And no, Beat, no curry for you. Eri! Wasn't there some unspoken rule that this modeling event is PRIVATE?

-Pissed Off Barista.

Well, as far as I'm concerned…Nope! Wait…shit.

-Fleeing Fashion Designer.

YOU EVIL, PHONES! EVIL!

-Pissed off Skatebored dude.
P.S. Who the hell is 'Konhi' anyway? And I ain't no chimp. I'm human, yo! Let it rip, Beatwagon!

Neku, let's talk about this for a minute. After all, a problem shared is a problem halved!

-Wary Skulls Jr.

Hell no. I'm sorry but I thought it was unspoken that this bet was between us. Now, that Eri started this whole damn thing and Sho gotten an earful about it, he's bound to spill the beans to rest of the people who haven't heard about it already! GODAMMIT! Why the hell did I take this stupid job in this coffee shithouse anyway?

-Still Very Pissed Off Barista.
P.S. When I get my hands on you, Eri and Beat, you will be wishing for death. As soon as I find out Sho, I'll hunt his ass down too. Rhyme, you just earned yourself a cookie ban. For a month. Shiki, for actually suggesting ideas of what am I to wear, I swear, I will make this bet as painful as possible.
P.S.S. Someone tell me how to shut down this stupid ass forum or I'll report it to the administrator of this damn website.

Ha! Make me, Phones! XD

-Skatebored dude laughing his ass off.

Hello?

-Skatebored dude.

Dude, Phones, I know you're pissed but…

-Skatebored dude.

Eri?

-Skatebored dude.

Damn it, you guys!

-Skatebored dude.

HELLO.

-Skatebored dude.

Phones, I got you a new set of headphones if it make you talk to me.

-Skatebored dude.

No seriously. I did.

-Skatebored dude.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'll even take that human-whathisname for someone to talk to.

-Skatebored dude.

Beat, even if you got me new headphones, they wouldn't be the same. They would probably be some cheap imitation. Nothing can ever replace my headphones. I'm still trying to figure out how to shut down this forum. For some reason, the administrators aren't answering.

-Now Annoyed But Still Pissed Barista.

Humanitarian, monkey, humanitarian.

-Somewhat Aggravated Humanitarian.
P.S. I retract my previous complimenting statement about you.
P.S.S. This is a lovely forum. You have no need to shut it down.

I hate you all. The people on this forum and the ones looking at the forum. To hell with all the people with a fetish for coffee!

-So Pissed Barista That He'll Abuse Cuss Words For All They're Worth

What is all the talk about putting dresses and bets and such? Is this some sick figurative joke? And how dare you insult the people with a passion for coffee! That's inhuman! You're not such a good barista, aren't you? F you to, not the high heavens, but hell. F, in not Fabulous but the other meaning! My princely aura is deeply offended.

-An Angry Potential Customer a.k.a. PRINCE

0.o.0.o.0.

Unfortunately, Neku, being too pissed to realize that he just offhandedly turned many potential customers away with his rage, had still not figured out how to shut down the stupid forum. By the time, when he somehow miraculously managed to shut down the forum, many people started a new forum called, "WE HATE THE NEW BARISTA." So much for being private.

While feeling relieved that everyone thought that the bet was just some joke, the orange-haired boy was horrified. Unfortunately, so was Sanae. Somehow, over the span of that one night with Neku verbally attacking his job and the customers, some really pissed off people managed to break into the café and rip open every coffee bean bag before spreading the beans across the floor in a pattern which spelled, "FIRE NEKU." Ironically, they stole no money.

Neku felt like he could cry when Sanae, for the first time in his life, yelled at him.

"Phones, I really expected better of you. I mean, badmouthing my café and customers behind my back? You lost your temper really bad there. And my coffee beans! M-my precious beans! How could you, Phones? How could you?"

It was tragic for the two of them. Sanae tearfully fired Neku and wept over the loss of "his precious beans." Neku tearfully wept over his only chance of fixing his problem and a decent job. The orange-haired boy had no choice but to follow up with the bet.

While all of this was happening, in the storage room, Joshua giggled slightly under his breath as he did not expect such juicy information coming from his proxy's darling friends. He knew about the bet but he did not expect for the others to elaborate on it quite much. Although the Composer still did not know a lot about the bet, he still was grateful for the information he gathered from one simple innocent forum. He was especially grateful to Eri who launched the topic in the first place.

Joshua probably spare Neku from the false belief that the general population of Shibuya hates him. After all, as the Composer, he should care for residents, especially his proxy which is why Joshua took the liberty of imprinting everyone's minds to forget the forum but...he decided to let Neku have his moment of panic.

As for the forum shutdown problem, there are some perks of being the website's ONLY administrator.

Joshua let out a short giggle.

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1. I know nothing about hourly wages.

2. Call me stupid but how the hell do you operate a coffee machine anyway?

The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth: After so long, I bet all of you people are out to murder me. Well, at least, these update shows that I'm not dead and it gives you hope, yes? I'm not going to give you crap about having a writer's block or anything and the truth is…I lost interest in TWEWY. Yup. A writer's block leads to lack of interest. Anyway, how I got back to this story stems from my cousin's friend's cousin's friend who miraculously found a picture of Neku and Shiki , raved it to my cousin's friend's cousin who then raved it to my cousin's friend who then told my cousin about it. Then, my cousin suddenly remembered my seemingly abandoned story and told me to haul ass to my computer and write again. So, here I am. Back from the dead.

As for the update for the final chapter, thanks to my cousin, I am planning to write the final chapter as of right now and it would probably be delivered in two weeks. HOWEVER, I have something to ask you my fellow readers:

Do you still have faith to this story?

I am not going to lie. After over a year, I wouldn't be surprised if most of you gave up on this story. Hell, even me, the authoress, did. Even as of right now, I'm trying to refresh my memory of the game I once loved and I'm being motivated solely by my cousin's threats. Which is why I made this quota: If you readers think my story is still worth continuing, I want at least 10 reviews (a.k.a. up to 78 reviews) from you readers. If I do receive that, it is a FULL GUARANTEE that the final chapter you asked for a year ago will arrive TWO WEEKS FROM NOW. If I don't, well….unless I can make my own source of motivation (likeliness is not too high), the final chapter will not come. I want to know if you readers still have hope for this story. Because if you don't, neither will I cuz I'm a people pleaser like that...as well as a selfish asshole/attention whore.