Music! He instinctively curled up holding his ears, before he realised he wasn't losing himself. Oh no.
Ohhh crap crap crap!

"No. no no no. NO!" he sat up horrified "I can't be stuck with the music trigger!" he wailed, before groaning and flopping into his pillows. "That's it. Life's not fair. Whatever powers that be, hate me and want me to be miserable forever." he whined, taking to speaking to himself. The club music beat and sang into his soul, and he realised he was trapped by it immediately. He had always taken pride in being the dominant personality at least.

Holt was cool, Holt was a monster, Holt had minor heat powers. He was tough enough to get piercings and tattoos, and got all the girls but Jackson. Jackson was normal, but normal in the good way too! He was the dominant personality! Because when it came down to it, at their natural state of silence, it was Jackson who remained, Jackson who was born first, Jackson who didn't need to be plugged in. He didn't have to worry about his phone dying or laptop glitching or CD skipping. He was just him, he was their base!

But now!? Jackson plopped forward onto the laptop wanting to bang his head, but the music was only louder over here so he sat up whining because he could barely hear himself think straight.

And he was blue. He was still blue.

Then again, maybe if the trigger changed there was a chance their body was trying to right itself, maybe they'd change back too… Jackson pouted. Doubtful. But it gave him a sliver of optimism.

Did this make Holt dominant personality? Might as well, Jackson couldn't even think straight. Then again Holt was too dumb to think things through at all so there went any semblance of working together on this. Jackson ran his hands through his thick free standing hair nervously, pulling open a text pad to maybe give Holt a list of things.. or explanations of… Jackson squinted having a hard time thinking straight. What did he even want to talk to Holt about?

He couldn't think through this music! How did Holt deal with this 24/7 ?!

Groaning he lowered the volume on the computer as it was blaring, he was surprised Mom hadn't woken up, but then again… wasn't Holt up like every night? He'd never really thought about what happened when he was "asleep" he wasn't often up around this time.

Jackson kept lowering the volume till his body felt shakey and feverish like on the verge of a transformation. Notching it up once or twice more till he felt better, confirming his theory that Holt didn't need 90+ decibel music constantly or he'd never be able to hear anyone, though it seemed the loudness was needed for transformation. Maybe it needed to be loud enough to reach through their thick skull.
They were really dumb for attempting any of this geez…

Noticing the video left on his computer he pushed the computer closer to himself, turning up the volume on just the video's sound feed to he could distinguish it better.

He cringed seeing Holt in his skin, his radio announcer voice coming out of him, and what did he do to Jackson's hair?!

It was so creepy he had to start the video over just to listen to him. Rant. Mostly. He was expecting it though, what a jerk. Holt had given him the ok to experiment, then got angry when this happened. He was angry too but recognised it wasn't really either of their faults. Kind of his own, but dangit, at least they weren't dead.

Jackson frowned seeing Holt throw his shoes and current pleasure read against his wall. He was going to wake up Mom doing crap like that. Not to mention his paperback was getting it's cover bent…

Holt was a very angry version of himself, this is why Jackson wanted to separate to begin with. He didn't need this kind of negativity controlling his life. According to Holt's vid, he wanted to break into the school and go to Monster Juvie for sure.

Jackson shuddering at the thought, he could barely handle Monster High as it was, much less going to Juvie full of all the monsters who were too wild for normal monster school. He was already scared of that actually. The main ingredient to his experiment was a already common stolen ingredient for a certain party drug and he didn't need any reason for the school to check the footage- the only way he'd get in trouble for all of this.

Jackson kept a couple of notes on the insults Holt flung at him so he could fling some back. And how dare he say Frankie was his fault, she was the one who started dating Holt the same time she was going out with him. Plus it was Holt's fault Jackson kept standing her up!

Smoke was in the air again, as Jackson carefully put down the pillow he was singing.

Then smiled. At least he had… powers now sort of. That was the coolest benefit so far… Holt was just mad because now Jackson got to be the cool one. Putting a finger to his lip as he thought happily about potential popularity in school tomorrow. Getting to see what happened after someone cranked up the radio…

Hehe.

Looking over his notes he pulled open the web cam again. Switching to headphones to keep the music going without it interfering with the computer recording.

"Ok. First of all Holt, if I'm a pink ugly baby then you're calling Mom that too because she looks just like me, so quit hating on normies and insulting your own mother." he had to keep glancing at his notes having a hard time thinking clearly with this pop song he kind of liked.
"Second OF COURSE I'M TRYING TO FIX IT WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Ironically he… shouted to himself… "I don't want to be stuck as an ugly blueberry forever, and I don't want to wear your gross 70s on fire fashion choice. Also fix my hair I don't want all that gunk in it, I know yours stands up on it's own but so help me I will wash it out myself." he felt around his hair feeling it all sticky and warm. Not enjoying it. "Third I'm not getting into the whole Frankie thing again because arguing about what happened always takes hours, and I'm getting tired."
Jackson rested against his pillow "I've been out all day, had to make this stupid potion AND do my homework, AND went unconscious which is like, anti sleep. Which by the way I woke up in YOUR naked body. Which no I don't want to see again, so I'm going to be trying to fix this as soon as I possibly can. Hopefully it'll… wear off ok?" he shrugged. "I don't know what else to tell you."

He deleted his text notes before crossing his fingers, hovering the mouse over the pause button. Hoping that when he paused he could stay himself?

"Aw man…" he whined clicking and blacking out.

Holt woke up to silence. Bizarre. Especially because his headphones were on his ears. Just not playing. He drummed this computer nervously having a hard time thinking clearly. Everything distracting him. The computer fan, Crossfade crawling around, the A/C kicking in, the buzz of electronics being on. He tapped his finger on the spacebar lightly for like 3 minutes before he noticed Jackson's response vid. Holt cleared his throat before recording back, forcing his brain through the slog of silence. Nothing to even it out, and keep him on beat. Eyeing Jackson's study playlist tempted.

"Jackson your hair was stupid and in my face! I just improved it. If I have to go to school tomorrow I should totaaaally show off your new look dude~" he grinned trying to find some enjoyment in their awful situation. "You should be begging me to let me pick out your outfits, and style your life. That's why I'm here innit? To show you how to kick it like a cool kid!" he clicked his finger guns at the camera "I'm your fashion conscience after all right? Finally someone has blessed us with the ability to really pick out your clothes~" he smiled "I mean what are you going to do about it Jackie? I could always forget our headphones at home." he smiled evilly trying to take some confidence out of all this, using common threats Jackson had used in the past. Or if anything common Holt fears.

He had energy to spare having been pretty much out all day while Jackson looked tired, his gross shy voice slouching in his blue body.

Ignoring the bit about Frankie since like Jackson he didn't necessarily want to have that argument again. He had to look strong to Jackson, and not let him know he missed no, needed his music. It kept his brain straight. But, he couldn't know any weaknesses or he'd use them against him.
Waving bye to the camera he ended the recording and pressed play. Sighing as he wanted to jam out to the sick tunes he heard on his way out.

Oh hey the music had just sort of faded out and started around the same place in his consciousness stream. That was neat.

Jackson frowned at Holt trying to threaten him scrunching up his face and recording straight away back candidly "Holt. You can't. And I mean it. You need me to get back to normal. Besides, I know you don't think of the consequences of our actions but I do. If anyone finds out about… this. We'll be in big trouble. The ingredients I used uh, let's just say if Bloodgood found out, it'd just be you in monster child prison for awhile, and you do not want to know what it takes for other MONSTERS to be sent to juvie… " Jackson frowned.

"We're going to have to pretend to be eachother. At least until I can get an antidote. Mom can't know, no one can know. It… doesn't look like it's going to be wearing off tonight." he bit his lip "So we might have to go to school tomorrow like this. The sooner we can get to school the sooner I can fix things, but you have to promise me Holt! That you'll try to appear normal? We're in the same boat, and I won't have you sinking it. That means glasses. And hair. Down." he pointed firmly down: A command.

Holt made a face "Tch… yeah alright." he mumbled listening to him. "I still think you look better like this though" he motioned to himself "Without your gross mustard button downs. But fiiineee~ I'll wear your dumb clothes" he was dramatically sighing "And I'll wear your stuuupid glasses." he glanced over at the night stand thinking about possible improvements to them. Maybe if they came in red…
Then put his hand to his chest "You want me to act normal Jackson how about trying my voice."
Holt then closed his eyes trying to look overly pitiful and shy on camera "I-I mean… I got yours down flat… Not like… I'm a humungous… dork or anything" he mumbled shyly before breaking into a smile and cackling. Having Jackson's voice down perfectly.

Jackson looked horrified at Holt's Jackson impression. Him sounding perfectly like him.
"What. Since when could you do that!?" he asked mostly concerned as to if his voice had been abused.

"We have the same vocal chords dude!" Holt scoffed "Don't tell me you've never tried ta replicate the Holtster? No? Huh." then smiled, "Don't you remember that weird string of texts you got from Draculaaaauraaa? Talkin' 'bout why she thought you were a cool friend but wasn't interested, and you were just so confused."
He cleared his throat again going into Jackson's voice "Draculauraaa I really like you. I just don't know how to tell you! Please answer my voicemails!"
He stifled a smile, then broke out in a full grin.

Jackson sat with a horrified face, feeling like he was steaming. Feeling his cheeks hot. Jackson pressed record.

"Hoooolt. Why do you do everything to sabotage my life…" he pouted, squishing a pillow then sighed knowing the answer "Ok. Well you have my voice down just." he scratched his eyebrow "I'm really tired ok? It's not too long till school. Let me out during passing period, pick out an outfit for me I don't know how to dress like you…
Wear my glasses.
Appear normal.
Go to my classes, you can take notes, don't draw any attention to yourself. Don't raise your hand, sit behind someone tall. Ask InvisiBilly if he can get us into Lab again. Oh and Mom said to do laundry tonight." he remembered.
"Get that gunk out of my hair, and update me in a few hours ok? Good night."

With that he ended the recording and exited out of FrightTunes, pretending he was actually sleeping as he laid back for the transformation. Instead of just burrowing into their brain for a nap.

Holt blinked. Expecting more of a response from his pranking than whining, but his buddy seemed tired.

He'd have to save the other stories of voice misuse for when Jackson could fully appreciate them.

He was a little peeved that Jackson didn't give him a chance to give him instructions back, like how to act like him, but hopefully if they played their cards right, they wouldn't have to interact or prove themselves too much tomorrow.

Or... in a few hours.