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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!


One would think, after a bout, (or several), of being hit with magical events one might reconsider their luck and ability to go about the city unmolested by some rather insane scenarios brought on by the gods only knew what magical forces. Sadly, Tobias was stuck in Destiny City, for better or worse, and had full plans to just avoid the ever living crap out of anything remotely possibly magical what so ever. Now, this might have worked if magic was easy to spot. But, just like a racist, such things did not come with big warning signs and if they did they were so overt one might have figured they were proud of their status.

Yet as he passed by that little holiday pop up shop, Tobias wasn’t exactly thinking, ‘oh I’ll just mosey on in, grab something which will make me hate myself yet again, and be on my merry way in silent screaming agony for the fact I am an utter and complete moron for having fallen for the same trick twice.’ The trick being taking free beverages from strangers. Like a resolute dumbass, Tobias had taken the cold beverage, (also dumb- who drank something cold when it was well below freezing outside? God he was an idiot), and not questioned the offer. Heck, he thought it normal enough given the people also enjoying the drink.

Just so, when he started to sing and not even off key he wanted to slap his past self silly for falling for the ruse so quickly. How dumb did you have to be in this city for not once, but twice getting your a** enchanted and in a oh so very Disney way that involved singing. Next thing he needed was to get small woodland animals to come and help him out as he sang and cleaned his apartment. That might actually be slightly useful but noooo that would happen only in fantasy land. Instead he’d just get ******** all the singing curse.

Hiding himself in shame at his flat, Tobias didn’t want to interact or go anywhere. Rather he’d prefer to stay indoors, and not start belting out chiptunes with his autotuned voice from Disney the Destiny City edition.
After a while it did seem to fade, though not entirely. Tobias wasn’t an idiot. He picked up quickly enough the other lingering effects of that cursed cocktail of a drink. He wasn’t one to hum or whistle, not even recreationally, so his sudden impulsive need to do so was highly noticeable. At the very least, he did comfort himself with the revelation that oh well no one would notice it except for probably him.
Except people did notice, and would ask him what he was ‘singing’ under his breath. Which normally was nothing at all.

He did at one point, start singing along to Toxic by Britney Spears because honestly he did like that song but sometimes he did that sort of thing normally so for that in particular he really couldn’t blame on the drink at all.