TikTok posted by user prettymangled87.

A girl with sister dreads and a taller boy with strawberry blond hair with their backs to the viewer hunched over a music stand, "Strawberry Blond" by Mitski plays in the background.

They appear to have a minor disagreement over how something's to be interpreted.

The disagreement is spirited, but not angry.

They come to an agreement.

Caption: She got a strawberry blonde! :o

Part two, without music, is posted not long afterwards, caption: ASMR!

It involves two violins and Vivaldi.

Their backs are turned to the viewer as they play "Gloria".

Just under a hundred comments, with very little highlighting. One of the only videos the creator would ever post that ever came anywhere near viral.

Total views: 4k.

Life stinks, Puck reflected with her head on a shelf, newly reworked body nearby on a marble slab, but it's kinda of cool having a giant cockroach for a best friend. Even if she sometimes ate Puck's homework. Tina loved stale Twizzlers, but red ink was the shit – Puck's math papers were really REALLY TASTY!

Too bad Josie wasn't useful enough to eat homework assignments.

Sigh.

Nibbling on her old shell under a sky of flowers and leaves, Tina had bashfully revealed to the cat girl the morning after Cleo de Nile's back to school house party that her parents had been found wandering around in a daze next to a melting glacier by some Swiss kid Giger who was vacationing in Mexico with his mom, dad, and big sister Iris long before she'd been hatched.

After smuggling them into Switzerland in an old box marked Grupo Bimbo, Giger's family let them live in their basement for decades rent-free in return for eating their garbage, keeping the place picked up, and modeling for their son.

Tina's mother was a MODEL?

Puck gaped at Tina at this bit of choice news.

Giggling, Tina crunched down on one of her old shell's hollow legs like a candy stick, telling Puck that yes, her mom had modeled for the famous Swiss artist whose art had been used in Hollywood movies. She'd even played great big giant insects in 1950s B movies – everybody thought she was a PUPPET!

They vibed under the rhododendrons, each thinking their own thoughts before Tina continued: the Steins had recently told them that she and her family were a formerly thought to be extinct species of insect from around the time cockroaches and termites broke off to form their own family trees – Blattodeaus, in fact.

Tina was really proud of this family connection as well as being able to thrive for a long time on a diet of old paste, homework, and pencil shavings when push came to shove. (And that most radiation wasn't a problem. NOT that she was one to brag – but if Cleo de Nile thought her family tree was something special, Cleo didn't have nothin' on Tina's!)

Anyway, after Mr. Giger grew up and died, thinking that if Hollywood liked his art, and remembering her mom's outstanding performances in 50s B horror movies, they'd come back to the U.S.

But all they could get were a few cameos on Raid commercials.

So they'd moved back to Mexico because it was cheaper, and started a family.

And because Tina's mom still had Hollywood dreams, they moved back to the U.S., winding up in one barrio after another until broke but wanting a fresh start and to buy a house, they'd come to Salem after Frankie outed the RADS, thinking that if Salem could tolerate a vampire, a mummy, a werewolf, and similar, how about some really big Blattadeus who didn't mind eating leftovers out of back alley dumpsters?

"We're good for the environment," Jose, her dad had chittered, "They'll love us in Salem!"

They'd been here ever since, lapping up the goodies and moving up the social ladder – they bought a house and now dad was Merston High's head janitor, MANAGEMENT!

Puck's only contribution to this conversation was to mention casually after she'd picked herself and her things up off of the ground having slipped in Tina's drool (Not drool, tears. Who knew?) that she'd not seen Tina at the party. Tina reluctantly admitted that she'd fled Cleo's party after Cleo asked her opinion on how great Cleo's house was.

"I didn't know she didn't want the truth. So, I told her it was so, so…. EIGHTIES! And not even the aesthetic kind, just the tacky shit! I mean, it was like being trapped in an old disco ball spray painted gold!"

"Oh guuuuurl, you didn't!" Puck, who'd been in Cleo de Nile's living room for less than two seconds before the snotty Egyptian chased her out. "Tell me you didn't!

"Oh, BITCH, I did!" Tears forgotten, Tina nibbled on another leg from her old shell – waste not, want not! She'd shed last night and was a lovely, glistening black with faint rainbows if you looked right. "Then she called me ratchet - nobody will want to hang with me!"

"Cleo thinks she's all that and a bag of chips." Having been called "gritty" (and worse) by Cleo, Puck sniggered, "She ain't. She picks her nose when she thinks nobody's looking!"

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Tina tittered. "You're shittin' me! Spill the tea, sis!"

"Nah, bitch, I'm serious!" Puck finished wiping Tina's tears from the cover of her sketchbook with a handful of dead leaves while Jeremy did the back dance nearby, like a real dog.

There were advantages to being "invisible".

Puck'd been hiding in one of the girl's bathrooms to avoid having to sit plugged into a wall outlet while being stared at for reading by herself in the lunchroom while Maggie and her bitchy new friends gossiped over vegan chili and extension cords when Cleo came in to touch up her contouring before pulling a huge green booger out of her perfect nose (Cleo's schnozz HAD to be fake, faker than Melody Carver's. Nobody's nose was that cute naturally!) – looked it over…and then… ATE IT!

Gleefully exclaiming over this deliciously shocking information, Puck and Tina found themselves all but wetting their pants, had either one of them been physically capable, laughing at the high and mighty Bitch Queen of de Nile's nasty habits.

Tina, who liked nice, empty juice boxes, preferably mixed fruit punch, agreeing on ANYTHING being nasty was saying something…

"Hi!"

Great.

Frankie Stein, their landlord's daughter and one of Maggie's bitch pack members. Why couldn't it be Tina poking her long sleek head with its bony frill through the window bearing stale Twizzlers, flat Diet Coke, and the latest dirt on the cool kids?

"'Sup?" Puck's head frowned. Looking out the window was beyond boring. Maybe if she asked real nicely, Frankie would switch on the nearby computer and turn Puck around so she could watch old Betty Boop and li'l darlin' Bendy cartoons on YouTube until it was her turn to be worked on.

"Ms. Goode is here!" Frankie grimaced, "She wants to help you keep up with your homework since school's been shut down for two weeks!"

Shit!

Instead of Tina coming to spill some tea or watch old cartoons, Puck found herself facing the lame Diversity Counselor "helping" her keep up her studies while her body was being rebuilt. Not that she wanted a new body. Not that anybody was listening. Twatwaffle? Icing on the dropped cupcake with eyeballs! Puck grumbled,, "Why can't I watch a Silly Symphony? Or maybe a Bendy cartoon? Somebody punt me out the window!"

And anyway, how come Tina hadn't come to visit?

Wasn't that what besties did?