AN: This one happened from a very specific idea.
Narrator: Hello and welcome to this weeks edition of torturing Shepherds with music.
Audience: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Narrator: Let's check out our first victim.
Libra
*Libra is tied up in a room, but does not look particularly miffled. Considering he is married to Tharja, he must be used to this sort of treatment.*
Me: This song is by Aerosmith.
Libra: You mean a fletcher?
Me:... Sure
*Puts in the song.*
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY! YA! YA!
Libra: What in Grima's name is this?
Me: It's your theme song!
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!
Libra: *on beat.* No, No.
Narrator: We will check back with Libra's impending insanity. Next Victim.
Lucina
Me: Hello. I want you to listen to a song.
Lucina: Not much of a choice.
Me: This one is by the beetles.
Lucina: *Pupils dilate.* Beetles? As in BUGS?
Me: No. It is a band.
Lucina: Who in their right mind would name their band after a BUG?
Me: Don't ask me.
*Puts in the song.*
Song; LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS!
Lucina: This song is nice.
Me: Give it a couple hours.
Narrator: Next up…
Tharja
Me: Hi Tharja!
Tharja: I am cursing you as soon as I am out of here.
Me: That is interesting. I have a song for you.
Tharja: I hate music.
Me: Good. This will be entertaining….
*Puts on song*
Song: PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS!
Tharja: YOU ARE DEAD! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!
Me: See you in a couple of hours.
Tharja: NOOOOOO!
Narrator: It's been two hours. Let's check how our victims are holding up…
Libra
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!
Libra: just tune out the song.
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!
Libra: It can do nothing to harm you…
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!
Libra: NO! I AM VERY MANLY!
Song: DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!
Libra: *On beat.* GAAAAAH! GAAAAAH!
Lucina:
Lucina: *Singing along off pitch.* Lucy in the sky with diamonds!
Me: You seem to be enjoying yourself.
Lucina: I LOVE this song.
Me: See you in a couple hours then.
Tharja
Song: PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS!
Me: Is this cruel and unusual?
Tharja: I WILL RIP OFF YOUR DICK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!
Me: Okay… Bye.
Tharja: A THOUSAND CURSES OF DEATH UPON YOU!
Me: Henry? Can you help me out?
Narrator: After five hours, the newly tortured souls will be let out to see the world.
Libra
Libra: *Frazzled* I am not a girl. I am a manly man.
Me: How you feeling?
Libra: I am a man. I am a man. (Repeat for rest of determined lifespan.)
Lucina
Lucina:*Singing off pitch and out of tune.* Picture yourself on a train in a station.
Me: Um… Lucina?
Lucina: With tangerine trees, and marmalade sky.
Me: Lucy?
Lucina: LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS!
Tharja
Me: Tharja?
*Tharja's head is blown off.*
Me: Henry? How did she end up doing this?
Henry: NYAHAHAHA! Oh. She cursed herself.
Me:...
Henry: Isn't that Hilarious? Of CORPSE it is. I think I might laugh until I DIE!
AN: Two insane, one dead. Good day's work. Follow, reveiw, and do whatever the hell else you like to do with my stories!