Chase's Diary: Entry 35#

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Once upon a time there was this incredibly sick party mall that looks just like the Liberty Valley mall over in Curtfield, but with extremely cool 80’s neon everywhere and like 6 more floors and pink and neon green and blue and purple design instead of whatever the name of the current paint color is now. I’m guessing “Oatmeal Grandparent.”

And the atrium had a pool and flamingos and free coconuts and one of those floatie pool pontoon things with cupholders built into the sides. Also palm trees and little twinkly balcony light strings and maybe a frozen yogurt dispenser.

There was also, in this very cool mall, an arcade full of classic arcade cabinets, some fun grabber games with awesome prizes inside, and you didn’t have to pay to play the games, cuz they were set on endless play with no quarters.

Everything was extremely awesome, and it only got more so after a ton of really cool people decided to have a party there. I’m not talking some house get-together where everyone stands around in the kitchen with plastic cups while talking, and maybe there’s a cornhole game going on in the backyard and someone’s phone playing music through speakers.

No, this party was once in a lifetime and everyone chill and amazing was invited. The middle three floors of the mall were set up like dance clubs, with cool lights and DJs and even a buffet of the best snack foods on the planet. The party people came, the party people partied, the party people ate party food, and everyone basically had the greatest time of their lives. All night long, the best tracks were played and everyone danced and hung out like absolute rockstars. Rumor had it that the food was even imported from KickassLand, the neighboring country that was next to this mall and their sliders were to die for. Rumor confirmed.

And most importantly, everyone in the whole world was super best friends who have never and will never so much as think a bad thought about anyone and the whole world gets along, with no villainous people in existence at all.

You’d think this party couldn’t get any better, but arriving fashionably late to the party was

THE KING OF ALL BOY BANDS

and her entourage, Really Cool Sidekick Guy and Bodyguard Agent Lovalorn. They hit that scene like a tsunami of amazing and the whole party was blown away that they were making an appearance.

Nobody knew they were the guests of honor, so this was blowing everyone’s minds big time.

The King of All Boy Bands, who for this story just happened to be the heroine, was looking super adorable in a teal hoodie and retro 80’s workout bands, and those cool jeans that are ripped at the knees but it’s made that way because rich people like to look poor on purpose. The heroine also had sick high tops in vaporwave colors.

The Really Cool Sidekick had a decent haircut for once and some major effort put in to feather it. Also he had a nice blazer that was designer brand and not one his mom picked out on a trip to the outlet shopping district “for future job interviews.” He basically looked really swank and chill and like that guy in that show we were watching the other day, Bronze. Hint hint.

The King of All Boy Bands’ bodyguard, Agent Lovalorn, was very tough, about as tough as an eight-year old who likes cats can look. As the hero, he stayed up in the ceiling of the main dance club for most of the event, waiting to strike on whatever unfortunate fool might be sneaking up on his boss.

The party people’s minds were then further blown by the fact that there would be a private concert by the KING OF ALL BOY BANDS!

An epic time was in store for the whole party, and many exclusive, unreleased tracks were dropped on them that night. It was an incredible concert, and featured many t-shirt cannons and confetti bazookas.

Lots of absolutely legendary party-rock occurred, including the presence of a bunch of cute girls who liked dorky sidekick boys and wanted to hear all about his favorite elf books and pirate movies or whatever. There was also a horse that loved sidekicks more than anything, especially the one in this story. They had a great time hanging out and becoming the very best of horse-human friends.

At the stroke of midnight, the party really amped up when everyone at the party turned into cats for no reason. Not creepy people half-cats, actual cats. Housecats. Like BOOM, no warning, just cats. It was wild. Agent Lovalorn, still on high alert, was able to pounce on a party-goer who seemed suspicious.

After that, the party kinda wound down for several hours, until dawn. Enough time to, for instance, have a little chat with whoever might be hanging around in the story, no pressure.

There was also a letter somewhere in the mall that nobody would see or find or mess with, maybe inside a wall or something. But for totally unrelated reasons that no one will read unless they’re a key accessing this story and might be able to know what the text is, it should be mentioned here that the letter said:

“Silver, Bronze and Goldie are okay and they miss you. Don’t worry, we will find you and the rest of your family, and get you out of there safely. I promise.”

THE END