A.N. Hey guys, I know I failed to update recently on the day I usually update. The reason why: A week of my life was stripped from me by my Wisdom Teeth being removed…

I experienced no pain during the procedure but in my attempt to wean off of the medication faster, I decided to take less than needed...which resulted in a lot of pain toward my head and kind of shut every bit of creativity off in order to keep my brain functioning for other uses-such as eating or talking.

I haven't been able to work on the anniversary project because of this as well so that'll hopefully be here next time.

For now though, enjoy this work where I took inspiration from a prompt from class! Enjoy! ^^

You walked down the street at an unusually faster pace than usual. Why? Well, you were late to your job-really late.

Your alarm had gone off but you drifted back to sleep right after and then woke up about half an hour later. Fun times, fun times.

Your boss was not going to be happy.

You ran inside and got the day started.

*Time Skip!*

So work went as well as you expected it to go. You had arrived and were immediately called into the office by your boss. Admittedly he was usually angry but today he was more so than usual and you were just the victim he was searching for to break down. Or at least try to.

Thankfully you had literally no shits to give for whatever he had berated you with and just began the day as soon as he let you go.

You worked the rest of the day just fine but had failed to notice that a button on your sleeve had hopped off and left. Without it you couldn't keep your sleeves up and this made the day just a tad more sufferable-something you hadn't thought could be a case.

You had looked around the workplace but couldn't locate the little button.

You sighed and continued walking down the street to your car. "Some day," you muttered to yourself.

You looked down as people passed on by and watched their shoes pass you by. Black shoes, blue shoes, converse, brown loafs, so many shoes…

Your eyes caught sight of something off to the side and you paused to get a better look. It was a button...a pale yellow button…

You glanced around to make sure you were alone before bending down and picking it up. It had the same amount of holes that your button had and was even the same size…sure the color was different but you could live with that.

You looked around again before stuffing it in your pocket. Maybe the world didn't hate you so much.

"Agh, Dark. I lost a button."

"A button?"

"Yeah-the one for my sleeve."

"Do you need it?"

"...Yes."

Dark rolled his eyes. "Can't you just replace it?"

Wilford nodded some. "Sure but…"

"...But?"

"Well...I may have been ah...adding little features to the button. So if someone else were to pick it up…"

"Wilford, no one is going to pick up a button. Now come on."

Wilford pouted but continued to follow him. He was probably right-why would anyone just pick up some button?

But admittedly, it was a good button-

"Wilford!"

"Coming, coming…"

You carefully stuck the little bits of string through the button and tied it up tightly. You hummed some and shook the sleeve to make sure it'd stick. It didn't match the shirt but at least it'd do until you found a better button.

As you were about to put it on to test it, you heard your phone go off and you placed it down to go answer it.

Your friend was inviting you to go out and you agreed-you could use a little break from things. Seeing friends just might be what the doctor ordered.

You once again grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. You paused as you felt...lighter. Not really weight wise but...it was as though the world wasn't weighing down on you so much.

You chuckled some at this thought. Who would've thought that a small fix could help lift your spirits so high.

You grabbed your bag and headed out to your car.

You drove down the busy road and found that a red light had found its way in front of you. But as you were about to press the brake, you paused. Something pushed your foot to find the gas pedal and you were suddenly booking it towards that red light.

What the hell were you doing?!

As you were mere seconds away from the light, you felt you breath catch but before you could try to brake, you went past the crosswalk and cars screeched to a halt around you and even crashed into each other. "Oh my god-"

You looked into the rearview mirror. 'They're probably fine~...Wait-'

Before you could figure out where the hell that comment came from, there was a yellow light before you and your foot slammed on the gas. "HEY!"

You passed the light and forced your foot off the gas. There had to be something wrong-this wasn't right. This wasn't normal.

You parked your car into a gas station and stepped out for some air. Maybe you needed water-when was the last time you drank water again?

You texted your friend that you stopped for some gas and would be over as soon as you could be. Hopefully whatever this was would pass…

You went inside the gas station and nodded to the cashier before heading over to the sweets. A lollipop sounded amazing just about now…water could come later.

You grabbed a few along with a pack of sugary gum. As you were about to head to the drink aisle, you heard a man growl, "Give me all the money in the register!"

You blinked but, rather than doing the sensible thing and calling the police, you stalked towards the front to get a better view of the robbery.

There was a man with a...panty hose on his head? Why…

You shook the thought away from you and saw the gun in his hand. "Hurry up!" he yelled.

You looked outside and saw no one else was there. How great…

Before you could back away, your hand knocked into a chip bag and he turned to look at you. "HANDS UP!"

Instead of listening, you tilted your head some and dared to ask, "Why are you trying to rob a store with a pair of panty hose on your head?"

He blinked. "Wh-What? Just put up your hands! And drop whatever you're holding."

You showed him what you were holding. "I only have candy-it's perfectly harmless-"

"I don't care-drop it."

"Are you really telling me you're afraid of candy?" You laughed and looked over to the panicked cashier. "Do you hear this guy? Afraid of sugar out of anything-oh, wait, he could be a diabetic-Sir, are you a diabetic-?"

"DROP IT NOW OR I SWEAR I WILL SHOOT YOU!" he roared, shaking his gun threateningly.

Usually you'd feel terrified but...something about this guy just made you want to-

You giggled a little and his stance faltered. "Wh-Why the hell are you laughing? Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh I heard you my dear boy but frankly, I don't really think you could kill anyone."

He furrowed his eyebrows some, confusion setting in more. "Are you kidding me? Do you know-do you not see the damn gun?!"

"Of course I do-I'm not blind y'know. But I also see a boy aiming a gun full of bubble gum at me."

He scoffed and growled. "THAT'S IT-" Just as he shot, the ammunition seemingly got stuck and as he looked at it, he found… "What the-How the hell-"

He looked at you and found you now chewing on the same gum that was in his gun. You didn't exactly remember opening up the gum and doing that but it really didn't seem to matter all that much.

He directed the weapon at himself-which is something you should never do-and as he removed the bit of gum from there, it fired. He fell to the ground and began panicking as you slowly made your way over.

He looked over to you and begged, "P-Please, help me."

You stared at him numbly before bending down and grabbing the gun, humming some. "Well, you did say please~" You cocked the gun.

"N-NO! WAIT-"

You fired and he fell silent, blood now flowing from him onto the ground. You huffed a little. "Awe, now the floor's dirty." You tisked and glanced over to the petrified cashier. "Do you need help cleaning up? I have a bit of time." They shook their head quickly. You nodded a little and placed the gun on the ground, taking out your wallet and grabbing a five for the candy. "Here you are-"

"D-Don't worry about it."

You blinked and tilted your head. "Are you sure?" They nodded quickly and you smiled. "Why thank you-I needed that. Have a lovely night now!"

You went out and went to your car, humming as you popped a lollipop in your mouth. It was the sweetest thing you had ever tasted! What a lovely night-and it was still young!

As you took off and faintly heard sirens in the background, you heard your phone go off and you looked over to see your friend calling. You smiled and picked it up. "Hello~?"

"(Y/n)? You alright?"

"Course! Ah, I'm still running a bit behind but I'll be there in a few."

"Oh uh, ok? I'll see you in a bit then…"

"Ciao love!"

"Are you-"

You hung up and put the phone aside, humming and watching the lights as they passed by and the buildings-they were bursting with life!

Had you taken any drugs prior you might've blamed that you were high! But this was just pure euphoria!

You giggled as you pulled into the parking lot not even remembering much of the trip over. The parking lot was pretty full but you had managed to find a close spot!

You hummed as you stepped out and walked right inside.

You looked around and saw the dance floor was mostly abandoned save for a few people and you pouted some. Come on-this was a club people-not everything was about drinking!

You heard a voice and you turned to see your friend with a couple of others. You smiled widely and bounded over-literally skipping on over to them. "Hey!"

Your friend smiled with some confusion. "Uh, hey? You look...different."

You hummed a little. "Really? I certainly feel different-it's like I'm high but I'm not!" You giggled profusely.

"Yeah but physically too-"

"Say, why is no one on the dancefloor?" you interrupted. "You'd think everyone would be up there."

They blinked and raised an eyebrow. "You...you wanna dance?"

You nodded. "Of course! Isn't this why people go out to these kind of places?"

"Yes but you're usually shy about that-"

"Hey that sounds fun." You turned and saw a guy head over with a bit of a smirk. Although you knew he probably had ill intentions, he had volunteered.

So why not take him for a spin?

Your smile widened and you hummed. "Well then! Let's go!" Before he could say anything else you grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the dancefloor.

When you two made it over, he asked, "Hey, what's with the mustache by the way?"

You tilted your head and laughed. "If that was supposed to be a joke then you got me!"

"It wasn't you literally have a-"

You whistled and waved to the DJ who seemed to have been falling asleep. That wouldn't do-not at all!

You went over in no time at all and looked around at all of the buttons and do-dads on there. You tisked and glanced over to the gentlemen. "Hello? Sir?"

He perked up his head a little. "H-Huh? Oh, hey."

"Hey. Do you know how to work this thing?"

He nodded. "Yeah...Why?"

"Well, we need some more uplifting beats if you got any! And come on, you shouldn't be sleeping!"

"There's no one on the dancefloor though-"

"BECAUSE THERE ARE NO GOOD BEATS! Now come on good man, why don't you put on a smile for me too? You should be happy! Happy happy happy!" You giggled as he continued to stare at you but, slowly, a smile was appearing on his face along with a little pink mustache. You hummed approvingly. "See? Now turn up that music why don't you? Also, love the stache~"

You skipped back to the dancefloor and as the beat rose in tune, you grabbed the guy's hand and began to spin him around rather quickly.

Before you knew it everyone had made their way onto the dance floor with smiles and pink staches all around. It was quite lovely really seeing everyone so ecstatic! Everyone was having so much FUN!

You heard your phone go off and you checked the time. It was very late in the evening.

You huffed a little but decided to take off. You couldn't afford to be late again…

Dark and Wilford stared at the news as reports of red light runners, a robbery gone wrong, and some 'crazy magic sweet-liking customer' was now roaming the streets.

"...Wilford...This isn't your fault right?"

Wilford shook his head. "I've been with you the whole time-but I am rather intrigued. Perhaps they could be fun to meet~!"

The reporter reported about a couple of things they had mentioned to be off: they had a mustache grow after shooting the victim with a bit of pink hinting at the sides along with a button that didn't match the rest of their buttons.

Dark paused before turning to Wilford again. "...Is that your button?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Wilford nodded. "Yup. Seems like someone did pick it up!"

"...We need to fix this before something bad happens-"

"Oh look! That club looks very happy doesn't it?"

Dark looked over and saw everyone had one a white mask with a distinct mustache and- "We need to find them. Now."

Wilford nodded some and hummed along to the music on the TV. "Let's stop by on the way too-"

*Time Skip!*

You groaned as you sat up, going and turning off your alarm clock. You don't remember what time you got home but after you had taken off that shirt you knocked out in your undershirt.

You sighed and began getting ready.

As you were brushing your teeth, the thought occurred to you that you had no recollection of the night whatsoever. 'What the hell did happen last night?'

You texted your friend before jumping into the shower.

As you made your way to work, you noticed that your friend had replied...but all they said was:

'FUN'

You furrowed your eyebrows some but just assumed maybe they had a bit to drink in the morning after. Oh well.

You got into work and began working again but with a bit more flare in your work. Something was stirring inside you that felt a little familiar but you didn't bother to question it.

Eventually though, your boss called you into the office once more.

You went in and inquired about what he needed. It just happened to be that he was in the mood to nit-pick at you and what did he want to talk about?

Your interviews.

He claimed they were the worst things he's ever laid his eyes on and he wanted you to go and do five more interviews for him off hours and fix it.

You stared at him as he sat there in his seat before smiling and giggling like a loony.

He tilted his head. "Did I say something funny?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, you did. You're basically telling me to spend my time off of work to do some errands for you without pay."

"Yeah?"

"And that's just hilarious."

His eyebrows furrowed some and he came back with, "Well you wanna hear something else? You're fired."

"What?"

"Pack your stuff and get going-you're now officially trespassing if you stay here any longer."

You paused and stared at him before tilting your head and asking, "So that means I'm not getting paid right now, correct?"

"Yeah-what are you, stupid?"

You hummed and closed the door behind you, locking it. "No-in fact, I just wanted to fulfill your little request~ After all, I need someone to interview-" You looked over to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Why don't I just interview you~?"

"It had to have fallen around here-I'm sure of it."

"That's what you said last time but you ended up hiding the body in a different parking garage-"

"Shush shush shush I know what I'm doing!"

Dark rolled his eyes as Wilford began scanning the area. "I don't see anyone wearing a different button-perhaps they grabbed it at a later time-"

5 cop cars suddenly zoomed past the two and they paused.

Wilford glanced over to Dark. "I think I know where they are~"

Dark shook his head and they began to follow the sound of sirens.

When they made it over they saw that there were people running from the building screaming. Some were bleeding, some were covered in a white foam from a fire extinguisher, hell, there were even some that had tape wrapped around their bodies!

Wilford smirked at this site and chuckled. "How bizarre! Whoever this person is must really be making a mess of the place!"

Dark saw a couple of guards enter and as the others were distracted, he dragged Wilford in with him.

They followed the guards mostly, hiding whenever needed till they reached the floor that they were on and...the place looked nothing like an office anymore.

The whole room had this sweet and sassy little music going on in the background from an unknown source and the lights were giving off these pink and purple-like hues. The desks were scattered about and papers were everywhere along with pencils and pens. Even the printers were still firing away new pages all with...mustaches.

Looking towards the center of everything, you were seen dancing away with your back to the police. The officers were talking to each other, trying to find the best way of attack as Dark and Wilford made it over to the side. "They've made quite a mess of the place aye Dark?"

Dark shook his head and as he blinked, he suddenly saw the officers now dancing half naked…

"Oh god-Wilford how much power did you give that damn button?"

"Say don't go blaming me for this! The button only gives the user as much power as they are loose-not my fault they were probably needing a break!"

You finally turned to look and paused upon spotting Wilford and Dark.

In the next moment you were in front of the two, smiling and chuckling. "Hello there! I like your mustache~"

Wilford chuckled and hummed with amusement. "I like yours too~"

You laughed and nodded. "It's grown on me a bit but I feel like I've never been higher!" You looked over at Dark who wasn't smiling. "Say, why don't you smile a bit more? I promise it'll make you happier!"

Dark stared at you with annoyance before spotting the button. He quickly tried to grab it but then you spun away, humming.

"Nah ah ah~ That's not how you ask someone to dance!"

"We're not here to dance-we need that button back," Dark growled.

You tilted your some head before shaking it. "No...I like the button. It makes me stand out a little haha."

"Well then, it seems like we'll need to do this the hard way."

You merely laughed at this statement. "Ah ha-I like you-" You looked over to Wilford and pointed at Dark. "He's very likeable huh?"

Wilford laughed and nodded. "Very. But we do need that button back love."

You pouted. "Awe-I was hoping we could be friends…"

Something crashed to the side and as Dark and Wilford looked over, you took off towards the stairs. "HEY!"

You ran and as officers were coming up, you jumped the rail and stepped on their heads to get over them. They tried to grab you but you were too quick for them-they were going to have to try harder than that!

You made it to the next floor and when you saw there were more officers coming from the stairs, you decided to try to get to the elevator-only to find those two from before in there.

You pouted as you spun away from their grasping hands and made your way to the edge of the office.

Gunshots were being fired from all over the place as you made your way towards those large office windows.

But, just as all things came to an end, you were cornered by a cracked window. The police were yelling orders to get down and you simply smiled at them.

They did a warning shot and you simply looked to see where it ended up.

You hummed a little as you watched the cracks lengthen and smirked some as you reached into your pocket.

Another shot fired and as you twirled away, you opened up the candy and waved. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming to see me but I must now take my leave! Ciao!"

You knocked your elbow into the glass and as it began to break up, you placed the candy in your mouth and fell backwards as shots fired.

The officers radioed in what happened and as they filed out, Dark and Wilford looked out the window to see if you had passed. But...there was no body. Actually, there were a couple of people scratching their heads around a rather large mattress on the ground.

Wilford looked over to Dark. "...You should've danced with them."

Dark just held his head and muttered, "Shut up Wilford…"