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A close friend or loved one makes a gift of a fuzzy, oversized sweater that they say they've purchased from one of the local merchants. It's not exactly attractive looking but they seem unfortunately very proud of the purchase so you dutifully at least try it on. This proves to be a poor decision on your part as you soon realize that you're unable to remove the fuzzy monstrosity. Even worse, every word that comes out of your mouth... comes out in song! What the heck?

There's some mischievous magic afoot here but as hard as you try to tug it off or stop breaking into song, you're unable to remove the sweater for one full day and any word out of your mouth happens to have a cheerful tune to it.

Hope you didn't have any major plans for the day!


Staring at himself in the mirror, Tobias was ready to look up 101 ways to set yourself on fire and not die. In fact, he was sure that there could be some way for him to get rid of the monstrosity that was currently covering his torso. A gift from his folks, (imported from Spain! Did he know that they celebrated Christmas in Spain? It was lovely, hope he was having a fun time in Destiny City your father and I are blowing big money on being shitty American tourists and complaining no one speaks English we got this when we were in town and forgot to send it to you).

At first when he’d pulled it out of the box, he thought, oh great another shitty dumb gift from mom and dad and a passive aggressive reminder that they want nothing to do with me until I’m rich and racist like them and also not gay. Just a quick reminder that they have the big money and they can take everything I have away unless I do my best to make them happy and live that American dream. Tobias, tried to to feel too bitter about these facts but sometimes they just happened. Family was tiring, and made him want to take a long nap and not have to wake up for a billion years.
Maybe he could get his brothers to cover for him. They certainly didn’t give a damn about impressing the folks.

Still, when he’d pulled out the gaudy piece of woven hell, Tobias had figured oh, might as well put it on and take a photo, proving I got it and wore it so they cant claim I never liked it some other s**t because they were self important around the holidays like that. As he put said devil sweater on, he flinched at the itchy texture, pouting when he looked in the mirror.
That’s when it all started. More of that magic bullshit. Every time he opened his mouth, he was belting out words as if they were lyrics and worse, he couldn’t stop. He debated about powering up and seeing if that would help but the idea of mixing magic with more magic seemed like a perfect recipe for a bad time. Not that his current state was already bad, he just would rather not make thing worse than they already were.

Grousing as he debated what to do other than stay home and stay silent, (or as he debated earlier, set himself and the sweater on fire to put himself out of his misery), Tobias slumped against the wall of his room, eyes staring ruefully at his reflection. He should have known he wouldn’t be able to escape magical s**t like this. The damn city was practically radiating worse than the Chernobyl nuclear reactor under water in that cooling tank. Destiny City during the holidays- wear an ugly sweater and be forced to sing off key because you can’t sing worth s**t to start with.