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Walking home one night, you happen to come across a rather cozy looking holiday pop-up store. Sweet and wonderful smells waft out from its doors, and once you step inside, you find a rather jolly looking man in a snowman costume handing out free samples of what he would like to call “Frosty Frappes”.

It seems trustworthy enough, as there are multiple people already happily sipping away at their drinks at nearby tables and you decide that you’ll take one and go about your way.

It’s sweet and cinnamony with just a hint of something cold. Mint? Ginger? Well, whatever it is, your body feels cooler, and there’s an itch in the back of your throat. You clear your throat, and first it comes out normal… Then you find yourself humming, then whistling… And finally, you can’t stop, every word you say comes out in song. No matter how hard you try, your thoughts come out in song as if you were born to sing! An hour passes, and soon enough singing dies down and you can talk normally once again. For the next week or so though, you find yourself humming or singing softly to yourself while doing mundane tasks. Luckily for you, it also seems like you can hit the notes for now!


Nolan walked down the street, his hands in his pockets, trying to make it back as quickly as possible as he could to Romano’s. Something was up with this weather, or season, or holiday. Whichever one, the cold combined with the weird events that were happening were making him grumpier than usual. He had tried to contact others in the Negaverse to see if anyone else knew what was going on and to see if he could possibly avoid the weird stuff that was happening, but so far no one had responded. Which meant only one of two things. Everyone was either ignoring him or no one else knew what was going on either.

Both possibilities made him angrier. Neither of them explained anything.

Sure, it could have been the Negaverse with this stuff going on, but why did it only happen, so far, during two months? Why not in the Spring? Or in summer where there were more likely to be more people out, which meant more energy and more starseeds for the taking? He didn’t get it. Senshi may have seemed fragmented, but the Negaverse, boasting military-types, seemed to not have any idea how to have any coherency or communication either.

At this point he felt like making his own faction so he could beat up the other two.

Just as he was thinking about all of this though, he passed by a vendor who was giving out free “frappe”. Some type of diabetes-drink or something from what Nolan had learned of it. Too much sugar. And also, another person handing out free drinks? He remembered what had happened the last time. He was freezing!

He was just about to walk away when suddenly one of the drinks was practically thrusted in his face. Although the action was quite rude, Nolan decided not to make a scene, and took the drink, thanking the vendor.

Nolan took a few steps away from the vendor, took a sip and was immediately disgusted. It was too sugary. Too sweet. Just how he imagined such a disgusting drink. He immediately tossed it into the trash, not caring that he should have dumped the liquid out first. It was just too gross.

Soon enough he found himself back in his dorm room, though he did feel an itch in his throat… and suddenly humming… and whistling… and finally he was singing?! WTF?!?! And of course, since he was so annoyed and pissed off what did come out in song was his cursing the entire situation. He would have taken the stupid cold over any of this! Thank goodness that no one could hear him, and while he apparently had to sing out his thoughts, he could still whisper-sing them, so he wasn’t too loud.

Eventually it died down, after many thoughts of possibly throat-punching himself to make it stop, and he vowed never to try any more random beverages handed out by people in the winter months. And if they tried it, then they would be getting a knuckle sandwich.