I do not own the movie Sing. I only own my OC, Jason.

I did a little research into these Critics United asshats who are reporting Sing fanfics for using song lyrics (in a movie category that involves animals singing real songs that the Fanfiction admins willingly created). And while they themselves don't actually have the power to remove stories from the site, they're sticklers for the rules and will report songfics no matter how much anyone tries to justify their existence.

Don't get me wrong, they're a bunch of complete uptight, arrogant pricks in desperate need of a crippling blow to the spine. But seeing how some stories from this movie category have already gone, better safe than sorry, right?

With that in mind, I will not, I repeat, NOT use lyrics from songs in this fanfic from here on out. I'll either post a YouTube link to them in the authors notes, describe the character singing them or just let you use your imagination. Happy now, CU, you bunch of hemorrhoids?

Anyhoo, enjoy and don't forget to leave a review! :D

Jason shot upright with a sharp inhale as the opening guitar riff of Holiday blared throughout his room.

With an annoyed groan, he sluggishly reached his hand across to his phone and shut the song off before it woke the whole house up. Lifting the phone up in front of him, his head fell back on the pillow with a thud as he saw the 7:00am gleaming in his face. Jason was many things but a morning person was not one of them. As much as he hated to admit it, though, the only way to wake a heavy sleeper like himself was a deafening rock song as an alarm. Giving his stinging eyes a rub, the porcupine resisted the urge to instantly fall back to sleep as he reluctantly hoisted himself out of bed. Dragging his heavy feet across the floor slowly, he finally made it to the windows and gradually pulled open the curtains. He squinted at first but his eyes eventually adjusted to the morning light peeking over the skyscraper tops in the distance.

"Why does the weekend always have to pass by so freakin' fast?" Jason grumbled quietly as he walked over to his wardrobe, grabbing his grey jacket with matching trousers and his blue Hawaiian shirt off the hanger. He then snatched his deodorant off the bedside table on his way out the door to the bathroom.

Once the nice hot shower had finally woke him up, Jason instantly started on pulling his work clothes on. First went on the socks and boxers. Next the vest with a quick spray of deodorant under the arms. Then the trousers and belt. Followed by the shirt, his paws doing up each button in a blur. And finally the jacket, giving it a sharp tug to straighten out the creases. Quickly giving his quills a pat in the mirror, Jason yanked open the bathroom door and tossed his bundled-up pyjamas through onto his bed as he passed by his bedroom. Starting down the stairs toward the kitchen, he smiled for the first time that morning as he entered to see Stephanie leaning against the counter, already smartly dressed in her school uniform.

"Well look who's finally awake." She said with a playful smirk, getting an eye-roll from her brother in return.

"We can't all be morning people like you, Steph." Jason muttered, making his way over to the fridge.

"No, but you can try it." Came the jesting reply, "Omelette?"

"Yep."

"Cheese?"

"Please. French toast?"

"Uh-huh."

"With bananas?"

"You know it. Waffles for mom?"

"On it. Alex and Craig?"

"Let those lazy bums get their own breakfast."

"Excellent choice."

With a laugh, the two siblings were at work in milliseconds, each on an opposite end of the stove as their arms were a blur. In no time at all, Jason and Stephanie were scooping their completed food out of the pans and onto each other's waiting plates. On his way to the table, Jason reached across and flicked the ON switch on the kettle while his father walked in and got himself a mug out of the cupboard. At last, Jason and his sister sat in their respective chairs and began digging into their breakfast.

"Y'know, it's spooky of how in-sync we are when it comes to cooking." Stephanie stated with a mouthful of French toast.

"But awesome." Responded Jason, cutting off a piece of omelette and scooping it into his mouth.

"That too."

Their jokey conversation was cut off by the sound of Gina yawning as she stepped into the kitchen. Making her way over to her chair, she stopped midway to give her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, mom. Your waffles are ready for you."

"Oh, thanks, Stephanie." Came the drowsy reply, "Syrup and butter?"

"Just how you like it." At that moment, Alex and Craig finally came into the kitchen, dressed only in their boxers and yawning obnoxiously. Dragging their feet across the light oak floorboards, annoyed and tired groans escaped their mouths as they saw no food prepared for them on the table. Without even looking up from their plates, Jason and Stephanie gave each other a high five as their older siblings trudged over to the fridge to get their own breakfast.

The moment breakfast had finished, Jason trudged up the stairs and went back into the bathroom. Squeezing some minty blue paste onto his toothbrush, the porcupine immediately set to work on giving his teeth a thorough cleaning. Once finished, he gargled some mouthwash for good measure before marching back into his bedroom. His paws reached over to his desk in the corner of the room where his laptop was and grabbed the essentials for the day: wallet, house keys and earphones. He then went over to his bedside table and snatched his phone off it, stuffing all the items into his jacket and trouser pockets. Jason gave a small satisfied nod at the 8:15 showing on his watch before opening his wardrobe to take out his black polished shoes. Sitting back on the edge of his bed, he wriggled his feet until they finally slipped into the footwear, he set to work tying the laces up nice and tight.

"See ya later, mom!" came Stephanie's shout from downstairs followed by the sound of Dad opening the door.

"I'll see you after school, Stephanie!" Gina called back from the kitchen, "Bye, Kenneth!"

"See you at 4:30, Gina!" Kenneth called before exiting the house to drive Stephanie to school, slamming the front door behind them. At that moment, Jason had finally finished doing up his shoes and stood up triumphantly, albeit dejectedly.

Well back to work.

"Thanks, Matt!"

"No problem, Jason! Same time for pickup as always?" the buffalo called from behind the wheel.

"You got it!" With that, Jason made his way down the street as the bus pulled away behind him. Making sure not to accidentally prick anyone he passed, the porcupine took in a deep breath of morning air as he walked. Rounding the corner, he reluctantly took his earphones out and wrapped them up into a neat bundle before stuffing them back into the inside of his jacket. For coming up on his right was his workplace, JEC Insurance. Not exactly the most invigorating job on the planet but a job that paid well regardless.

Pushing open the doors, Jason gave a quick "hey" to the cow receptionist Rosie before making his way over to the elevator. He was still a little achy in the legs so the last thing he needed was more walking up the stairs. He was just about to reach up on his tiptoes to press the 3rd floor button when a familiar hoof reached over and beat him to it.

"Hey, Charlotte, good weekend?" he asked the gazelle next to him, looking up at her with a friendly smile while the elevator doors drew shut.

"Very nice, thanks, Jason." She responded, smiling back as she straightened her glasses, "Took my kids to the museum for the first time."

"Oh, yeah? They like it?"

"You should've been there to see Sam's reaction to the dinosaur exhibit." Charlotte stifled a laugh, "I swear, if I weren't looking, he would've tried to climb up and ride the Triceratops skeleton down the halls!" Jason failed to contain his own laugh, grinning at the thought of a tiny gazelle riding atop a dinosaur skeleton.

"Amber wasn't too much trouble then?"

"Heh, thankfully not. Although after we left, she did ask me if she could have a T-rex for Christmas."

"D'aww, bless her."

Sadly, their jovial conversation was cut short as a ding resounded throughout the elevator, prompting the doors to slide open. Sighing quietly, Jason stepped out and started walking past the monotonous rows of animals typing away at computers and answering their phones. At last, he reached his own desk which was thankfully by the window so he at least had a nice view. Adjusting comfortably in his seat, Jason typed his company login and password before clicking on his emails. Instantly, three new emails from the boss popped up in the inbox, each saying what messages to post on which company account.

As Jason was younger, ergo more familiar with modern technology and social media, he was put in charge of updating both the Muzzlebook and Tweet-Tweet accounts for the company. Posting about ways to stay safe in everyday environments, what their company covered, scheduling these posts to go up in the later weeks, reblogging posts from other companies to get their customers to notice them, rinse and repeat.

From nine until five.

Again, not the most exciting job but at least the pay was good.

By the time midday rolled around, Jason's fingers were already aching. Letting out a quiet groan as he gave them a wriggle, he glanced up at his screen. No new emails. Which meant no new tasks for the moment.

Well I suppose a little break can't hurt, can it? His conscience pestered, praying that he would give in. Breathing a small sigh, the porcupine looked around cautiously at the thousands of other employees. Not one pair of eyes from the other desks left their computer screens.

Carefully, Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out his earphones. Unwinding them and quickly plugging them into the port on the side, he opened a new tab on the screen and went onto MeTube before searching for the video he wanted. He leant back in his chair in pure bliss as he finally selected the song Ooh Child by The Five Stairsteps. Hitting PLAY, its comforting tune instantly began playing softly into his ears. The moment the opening chorus started, Jason began to sing along under his breath, his pitch clear and his voice calm. Letting his eyelids slowly droop closed, he began to bob his head slightly when it came to the first verse, still gently singing as he did so.

"Enjoying yourself, Jason?"

"DAAH!" Jason immediately jolted upright, quills launching out of his back in fright as his earphones popped out from the jerking. Tearing his eyes away from the screen, the porcupine turned to see a very stern-looking chimpanzee in a snappy suit, his folded arms matching the unamused scowl on his face.

"Uh, hehe, s-sorry, Mr. Reece." Jason stuttered with a sheepish grin, "I was, umm, just relaxing in my chair for a little bit. Y'know, seeing how I, uh, didn't have any new emails in my inbox right now and just thought 'why not', right?" He gave a short chuckle which prompted died when the chimp didn't return the sentiment.

"You know our computer surveillance lets me see everything you're doing on your screen, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It won't happen again, I promise." Jason quickly replied, quickly closing the tab and shoving his earphones back into his pocket.

"Good, 'cause you're one of our most useful employees here, Jason." Came the slightly more positive response. "But if there's one thing I don't tolerate at this company, it's goofing off when we're supposed to be helping others." Jason gave a short obedient nod, promptly opening up his emails once again as the boss turned away.

"Oh, and watch where you're shooting those quills of yours." Mr. Reece called over his shoulder as he marched away past the other employees. Confused for a moment, Jason's eyes widened in realisation as he hesitantly glanced at the desk behind him. He was greeted by the sight of an irritated elephant with quills embedded in his trunk and the hand he was shielding himself with.

"Uhh, sorry, James." The porcupine awkwardly waved before spinning his chair around to look back at his computer. He winced slightly as he got an aggravated grumble in response. He didn't even have a chance to breathe as ten new emails promptly flooded into his inbox like a tsunami. Followed by another five. And just to mess with him, five more.

"Greeeeeat." Jason muttered, slamming his head down onto the desk hard, "…Ouch."

*I do not own the rights of the movie 'Sing'. All rights go to Illumination Entertainment.

Here is the YouTube link to the song Jason was singing in this chapter: /watch?v=dguz0IsCuKU