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Gigi, Cecilia, and Kronii had fallen into the habit of spending hours together on Discord calls. Most of the time, the conversations went nowhere—spirals of nonsense, improvised jokes, inside references that stacked higher and higher until even they lost track of who and what started it. Other times, they’d hop onto Roblox just to mess around with random kids, stirring chaos for no reason other than the joy of laughing at each other’s mischief.
But in between the laughter, the jokes, and the nonsense, the same question always found its way back into the call. It usually slipped out mid-chatter, casual yet heavy:
“So…when do you think can we all meet?”
The question would linger like a pause button, dulling the air. Every time, they gave the same answer—a quiet, reluctant:
“Soon.”
Then one of them would push the conversation elsewhere, burying the silence back under another pile of chaos. That’s usually how it went.
However, as days and months slipped by, that vague “soon” began to take shape. The company had been planning a large-scale event for all of the members to partake on—All For One.
For the first time, the question wasn’t just a fleeting thought hanging in their late-night calls. It was a date, a place, a reality waiting at the edge of their calendars. The idea of actually standing in the same room together —no filters, no avatars, no delay through microphones—was thrilling and terrifying all at once.
This time, “soon” really meant soon—and sooner.
Gigi was the first to send the message, casually dropping an invite as if it were no big deal:
Geegee:
"so,,,@Kronster u comun???”
Kronii tried to play it cool, but her reply came quicker than expected:
Kronster:
"yeh"
And before the air could even settle, Cecilia had already chimed in with her own brand of chaos:
Greeeeeeen:
"wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
“rude of you not to invite me @Geegee”
"@Geegee"
"@Geegee"
"@Geegee"
"@Geegee"
"@Geegee"
Gigi wasted no time firing back:
Geegee:
"ul barg n amyway"
"wer litewawy close 2 each othrr"
For a second, the chat froze—and then Kronii dropped a simple reply that somehow made it even funnier:
Kronster:
"lol"
And just like that, what once felt like an impossible dream was suddenly real. The three of them, who had only ever lived together through glowing screens and mismatched time zones, were about to collide in the same space.
When the day had finally come, Kronii was standing in front of the door where Gigi had sent her location.
Her phone was still in her hand, the last unread messages glowing on the screen:
Geegee:
"cum fastr ;)”
"HURRYYYY HURRYYY @Kronster -CC"
Kronii let out a quiet laugh under her breath —typical. She raised her hand to knock, hesitated for half a second, then finally rapped her knuckles against the door.
On the other side came the sound of muffled chaos: voices overlapping, something crashing to the floor, and Gigi’s unmistakable laugh cutting through it all.
Kronii adjusted her jacket, straightened her posture, and muttered to herself, almost like a prayer, “Alright…here they come.”
The door swung open faster than Kronii had expected.
Standing there was Gigi, grinning like she’d just pulled off a 100m sprint, her hair messier than usual—as if the rush to the door was proof enough that Kronii was some kind of prized possession.
“KRONSTER!” she shouted, way too loudly for the hallway.
Before Kronii could even respond, another voice came from deeper inside the room:
“Wow, she’s actually here. Took you long enough. We were just two seconds away from forming a search party."
Cecilia strolled closer, arms crossed, smug grin plastered on her face.
Kronii blinked at them both—the absurdity of months of calls, nonsense, and Roblox chaos suddenly condensed into two very real, very loud people in front of her.
For a second, she said nothing. Then, finally, her mouth opened, and only one word came out.
“…Hi,” she said flatly.
The two immediately burst out laughing. Cecilia choke out words between her laughing fit, “That’s it, Kronii? All this time and that’s all we get?”
Kronii sighed, deadpan slipping just enough to betray a smirk. “You two are already unbearable in person.”
Which, of course, only made them laugh harder.
Laughter turned into wheezes, and after a few seconds they finally calmed down enough to breathe. Kronii spoke first, dry as ever:
“Is this how you greet a guest?”
Gigi didn’t miss a beat. “No, we usually kiss them—”
Cecilia immediately cuts in, “On the mouth.”
Gigi nodded, repeating the words as if to confirm, “On the mouth.”
Kronii arched a brow. “Oh… but I’m also your coworker. How do you greet a guest and a coworker?”
Without hesitation, Gigi added, “We kiss them all the way from top to bottom.”
Kronii broke into laughter, pointing at the two. “Then I guess you both already done it?”
Cecilia blinked, her smugness cracking for the first time. Flustered, she waved her hand as if to shut down the entire direction of the conversation, “Okay—nope, let’s not delve into that direction. Just… come inside, Kronii.”
She turned on her heel, walking back into the room with Gigi tagging along, unusually quiet for once.
Kronii caught it—how Gigi’s tail was wagging profusely, and how Cecilia’s wind-up key was spinning so violently it was practically a blur. The sight tugged a quiet laugh out of her; for all their noise, they were both hopelessly transparent.
With a soft click, she locked the door behind her and followed the two.
They are now at Gigi’s room.
It wasn’t necessarily tidy, nor was it thoughtfully decorated. The first thing that stood out was the sheer number of toys—plushies, figures, and little trinkets scattered across shelves and corners, loosely organized in a way that only made sense to her. The rest of the room, though, was surprisingly simple, almost plain, as if the toys had claimed all the character for themselves. Otherwise, it was simple to look at, far from the sensory overload Kronii had expected.
“Hm, you okay?” Ceci asked, hugging one of Gigi's plush as she was already seated beside Gigi, who was lying on her stomach across the bed. Both of them looked toward Kronii, who lingered in the doorway.
“Yeah,” Kronii replied, eyes drifting over a shelf cluttered with oddly cute figurines. “I thought it would be… too colorful—like stepping inside a rainbow or something.”
Gigi stood up, now towering on her bed with her arms at her side, chest puffed out proudly. “I restrained myself,” she declared, as if it were the most noble achievement in the world.
Ceci tilted her head back to look up at her, amusement flickering across her face before she let out a laugh. “You can’t just lie like that, Gigi. Admit it—you were too lazy to clean afterwards.”
Gigi’s smug expression cracked as she burst into loud laughter. “Yeah, that too!” she admitted without shame, nearly wobbling on the bed from laughing too hard.
Ceci shook her head, still giggling. “Stupid—you’re not even pretending anymore.”
Gigi gasped theatrically, clutching at her chest before collapsing into a dramatic flop onto the bed.
“I thought you’d support me through my rights and my wrongs!?” she wailed, tail thumping against the sheets for emphasis.
Ceci leaned over her, distantly face to face now, still laughing.
“I am! I’m so proud of you! You’re doing such a good job at being lazy!”
Gigi immediately puffed up with a smug little grin. “Hehe, of course! You should do it too—no, wait, let’s all do it!”
Kronii, leaning against the doorway and watching the whole performance, let out a small chuckle despite herself. She clapped a few times, slow and deliberate. “This is like a theatrical play, but without filters… and completely improvised.”
Cecilia turned her head toward her with a smirk. “Like a freakshow?”
Kronii froze mid-clap at Cecilia’s quip, the faintest smile tugging at her lips before she could stop it.
“…Yeah. A freakshow starring two clowns and one very reluctant audience.”
Cecilia hummed in satisfaction, "Free entertainment am I right?"
Gigi shot upright, pointing dramatically at Kronii.
“She's a very sexy audience, but HEY! You’re part of the cast now too, no backing out!”
Ceci immediately burst out laughing, covering her face with her hand. “Did you seriously just call her a sexy audience—”
Kronii blinked, her face now dusted in pink. “…Thanks, but That’s not even grammatically correct.”
“Doesn’t have to be!” Gigi grinned wide, tail thumping against the bed. “It’s the truth.”
Ceci chuckled, nodding. “She’s right. And Congratulations, Kronii—you’re officially in the circus.”
Kronii dragged a hand down her face, groaning.
“…Great. I came here to hang out, and now I’m drafted into a circus.”
“Our circus,” Gigi added happily, brimming with whimsy.
Ceci smirked, her voice laced with mock sincerity. “Don’t you worry, you’ll fit right in. You’ve already got the deadpan act perfected.”
Gigi tapped on her bed, tail wagging.
“Come join us,” she said, grinning.
Kronii paused, glancing between the two of them. “…You’re serious?”
“Of course!” Gigi chirped, patting the spot beside her. “Don’t make it awkward now.”
Cecilia leaned back, smirking. “Go on. The stage is set, audience member.”
Cecilia’s hand reached out, her smirk widening.
“Now, come along, fellow jester.”
Kronii stepped forward, tilting her head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on her—two grown women sprawled on a bed, declaring impromptu performances and demanding her participation.
Eventually, the three ended up sprawled across Gigi’s bed—Kronii in the middle, Gigi’s head resting lightly against her shoulder, Cecilia’s arm draped over the other side.
“So… we just lay here and talk?” Kronii asked, brow furrowed.
“Don’t overthink it,” Cecilia murmured. “Just… be here.”
Gigi flicked her tail happily. “Yeah. Like sleeping… or existing.”
Kronii exhaled softly, lips twitching into the faintest smile. "So professional,” she muttered.
For a long moment, none of them spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy this time—it was real, alive, filled with their breathing and warmth.
Kronii’s chest loosened, and a small laugh slipped out. “…This is better than I imagined.”
Cecilia chuckled beside her, draping an arm over Kronii’s other side.
“See? Not so hard. You’re officially part of the performance now.”
For a moment, the three of them lay tangled together, limbs draped and half-hanging off the bed, the absurdity of it all softened by a strange, quiet ease.
Kronii stared up at the ceiling, the muffled rhythm of their breathing anchoring her in place. The thought crept in uninvited, stubborn but undeniable—so this is what it feels like.
Not a screen, not a call, not a promise of “soon.” Just here. Just now.
One by one, they drifted off—first Gigi, her tail giving one last twitch before going still, then Cecilia, her arm slackening across Kronii’s side.
Kronii remained awake a little longer, caught between the absurdity of the day and the warmth pressing in from both sides. She looked down at them—two faces usually framed by screens, now sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Her lips curved into the faintest smile.
And for once, Kronii didn’t feel the need to say anything at all.