Studio (ENG)

Danger Studio

A few days passed and Amael could control his body again, he stepped to a door that had a spotlight pointing at it. He opened it, opening a brand new world in front of him. The world was a world for famous people and their underlings. But as always, there’s trouble in the paradise. He stepped through, fixing his new deep blue, constellation pictured Fox mask better to the side of his head. He walked around the studio, seeing makeup artists doing their jobs on the celebrities, few that he also knew he was surprised were travelers. Some were from his time, some were rumored dead many centuries ago. He smiled as he walked around.

‘’Greetings.’’ He was greeted by an elderly man who Amael could recognize. One of the biggest pop stars before his birth.

‘’Greetings.’’ Amael said.

‘’I am Micalo Di Corapri. How about you?’’ The elderly man asked.

‘’I am Amael Goldberg.’’ Amael said, nodding his head a bit.

‘’I have never heard that name before.’’ Micalo said.

‘’When I was young, I used to be a big fan of your music.’’ Amael smiled.

‘’Really now? A fan in the world of celebrities? How did this happen?’’ He joked.

‘’Well, I am kind of a big name too in the small town I lived in.’’

‘’How is that?’’ Micalo asked.

‘’Well, I used to be an artist as a young boy. I got my artwork to a gallery and gained few fans on YouGram.’’ Amael smiled.

‘’That’s big but still fairly small for the amount of work I did for getting my name in billboards.’’ Micalo chuckled.

‘’I uploaded painting videos with self-made paint in 3012. I think it’s pretty big to have an artist like that in that century. I think you if someone would know that, Sir Corapri.’’

‘’That truly is something big.’’ Micalo chuckled as the two walked around.

‘’Just how many celebrities are Travelers too?’’ Amael asked out of curiosity.

‘’Ah, quite a few I would say. I don’t know for sure though, because I have only been around for such a short amount of time.’’ Micalo answered.

‘’Maybe you should ask ABBA over there.’’ He continued, lifting his hand in a direction of the famous Swedish disco band.

‘’No way! ABBA is full of travelers?!’’ Amael asked.

‘’You do know your things.’’ Micalo chuckled.

‘’Even though they lived a full millennium before you.’’ He continued.

‘’But how are they here?!’’ Amael asked.

‘’Time traveling of course. Sometimes we time travel to different times through time gates. I see you are fairly clueless even though you seem to be in your twenties?’’

‘’I am only 18.’’

‘’How can you be that clueless? Often we get our NPW’s on the 12th birthday.’’ Micalo looked confused, but also curious.

‘’That’s a long story.’’ Amael just answered as he was looking at the servings on the other side of the hall they were in.

‘’They all are.’’ Micalo chuckled and kept walking to the servings, taking some food from there.

Amael looked around curiously, seeing few others having their companions out and they all looked fairly different, so he figured he could release his own. He took his IPW and opened the inventory, taking out a crystal where he released a small robot creature from.

‘’Is that your companion?’’ Asked a voice from behind Amael in kind of a mocking and arrogant voice.

‘’Yes. He is.’’ Amael said, turning around to see a woman there with a wide red hat and a deep red dress.

‘If she kills someone it wouldn’t be seen in that dress.’ Amael giggled in his mind.

‘’That’s fairly disgusting and very unpractical.’’ The woman continued.

‘’He is very practical.’’ Amael rolled his eyes, only to be smacked on the head with a fan.

‘’Do not roll your eyes on me.’’ The woman said.

‘’Then what’s your companion like?’’ Amael asked as a tease.

‘’Amael, be careful who you are talking to right now.’’ Micalo said.

‘’Why?’’ Amael asked, looking confused.

‘’That’s Madam Red.’’ Micalo said.

‘’She runs this place.’’

‘’Really?’’ Amael asked.

‘’That’s interesting’’ He smirked.

‘’My companion is over there. See that big muscle man? He can throw you out if you cause trouble in my paradise.’’ Madam Red said.

‘’So you made your companion that? Boring, unstylish, not fun.’’ Amael said, copying the Madam’s way of talking.

She seemed to get irritated.

‘’Who do you think you are talking to? I am on the top of fashion and the Timeless’. I am a famous fashion designer in the late 2500-s. And you as a man who wears a tasteless mask on the side of your head with a cheap-looking blue coat seemingly have no idea what ‘’fashion’’ means. And you dare to call my handsome companion… How did you phrase it? Unstylish? When you have no style.’’ Madam Red spoke.

‘’Excuse me! I have a name too! My name is Shrimp and I am just as good as master created me! Try me bitch!’’ Amael’s companion said, making everyone around them gasp.

‘’That thing just called itself Shrimp?’’ Madam Red laughed, as did the others.

Shrimp seemed upset, but Amael just chuckled, like it did not bother him.

‘’He is my companion. I think I can call him a shitty pants if I wanted to. But Shrimp is more fitting and much better.’’ Amael shrugged.

‘’Shrimp is nowhere near an acceptable OR an appropriate name for a companion. Shrimp doesn’t strike fear. It strikes laughter.’’ Spoke Madam Red’s companion who walked to her.

‘’Then what’s your name, big guy?!’’ Shrimp hissed.

‘’I am Vortexer.’’

Amael and Shrimp looked at each other and snickered at the same time before falling down to laugh.

‘’Stop laughing!!’’ Vortexer shouted, cracking his knuckles.

‘’Texer calm down.’’ Madam Red hummed.

‘’They will pay for humiliating us.’’ She said and started walking away.

Micalo seemed terrified of Madam’s rage, so he looked at the two.

‘’Are you two serious?!’’ He asked, half angry.

‘’Laughing at Vortexer?!’’

‘’Yea! Hahahahaa! It’s so, so, so dumb!’’ Amael said and got up, helping Shrimp up too as he had no hands to help himself, nor torso with muscles.

At this point, the two had made a name of themselves as the ones who had laughed at Madam Red’s face so others had taken curiosity of them.

‘’Hello, there little boy!’’ Said a woman Amael wasn’t sure he knew who they were.

‘’Hi!’’ Amael greeted, waving his two fingers.

‘’You want to get stylish?’’ Asked a couple who walked to him.

‘’Are you hungry?’’ Asked another group of people.

Amael felt something he hadn’t felt in years. That he was being seen. And he of course was going to take everything out of it.

‘’Stylish? Do your best. Hungry? Always.’’ Amael smirked and no time was wasted as he was already pulled to a styling chair where his hair was being brushed and his Mask position fixed as some of the people brought fancy clothes for him and Shrimp which they would try out. Amael tried everything from casual to extra fancy but was happy with a blue trench coat that was longer than his original one and a tophat with a mask hanging from his walking cane. Under it, he had a suit with a lightning bolt printed tie.

‘’There we have him. The charmer of the studio!’’ Some girls gasped and breathed out long and hard, admiring him.

Amael giggled.

‘’Am I really?’’ He held his hand on his tophat and bowed down.

‘’These shoes!’’ Shouted a woman and ran to Amael, putting brand new Mocha shoes on his feet.

‘’Perfection. Thank you.’’ Amael smirked and looked around when suddenly he noticed a red spot on one of the worker's forehead.

‘’A snip-?!!’’ He started as there was a bang, chaos, screams, and a dead body.

Amael stared at it, but it was nothing new to him. It always twisted his heart, but he had always seen death when he was in town.

‘’Everyone scatter!!’’ Amael shouted as the sniper shot a few other shots, but as everyone scattered, Amael was left still, looking at where the sniper had shot at.

‘’Damn now if ever I need Luka…’ He hissed and got up, running at the upper level, finding a note saying: Trouble in Paradise?

Amael looked around but gave up soon as he didn’t see anything else. At least he had an alibi from all the people that were with him as the shooting happened… But he couldn’t understand why.

Amael retreated to the ground level.

‘’Danger over for now!’’ He shouted, as his wings manifested themselves without him realizing as he fixed his white gloves a bit.

‘’For now?’’ Asked a few voices, as they gasped once they saw Amael’s wings.

‘’What the hell?’’ Was the next whispers as Amael looked at his inventory for anything useful.

‘’What?’’ He asked.

‘’You have wings?’’ Micalo asked as he walked carefully to Amael.

‘’I do?’’ Amael asked sarcastically and looked at his wings.

‘’Yep. I do.’’ He giggled.

‘’Why would you give yourself wings?’’ Asked one of the women.

‘’Because I can and because I wanted to?’’ Amael asked with eyes sharp as Shrimp walked to him.

‘’Now where can I find Madam Red?’’ He asked with a hiss.

‘’F-from her office.’’ Another woman said.

‘’Thanks, Gracy. Mind showing me?’’ Amael asked.

‘’Of course…’’ Gracy said and started leading Amael to the Madam’s office.

Once they got there, Amael smelled something that made him grin wide. The scent of lube.

‘’Seems like someone’s having fun.’’ He chuckled.

‘’What do you mean?’’ Gracy asked.

‘’Don’t you know what that scent is?’’ Amael asked, looking at the woman.

‘’No?’’ She asked.

‘’It’s called lubrication,’’ Amael said.

‘’Or lube for short.’’

‘’What is it used for?’’ The woman asked.

‘’Sex.’’ Amael said and opened the door.

What he saw didn’t make him surprised. He had seen sex before, but he didn’t even blush, where Gracy was all over blushed and flustered.

‘’Oh god oh god oh god…’’ She mumbled and looked away.

Madam looked angry as Vortexer put her down, where she fixed her dress.

‘’What do you want?’’ She asked with a stabler voice than Amael could imagine.

‘’Sorry to interrupt your sex, but I have something to-‘’

‘’Have you ever heard of knocking?’’

‘’Have you ever heard not to use a lube that can be smelled through DOORS?’’

‘’How dare you!’’

‘’Oh, I dare.’’ Amael said as Vortexer walked at him, closing the door as he pulled Amael in, leaving Shrimp outside.

‘’Well then. If you know your ‘’scents’’, you may also know how to please a woman.’’ Madam said.

‘’With all due respect-‘’ Amael started, but as he saw Madam mocking him, he hissed.

‘’Stop with that. I know you spend time with whores and sluts all the time. I can see it. Now. If you don’t start now, I will chop off your dick.’’ Madam said.

‘’Oh? Even I didn’t know that. What? What have I been doing?’’ Amael asked, looking at himself.

‘’Oh, yea. I am not even into girls.’’ Amael said as he snapped his fingers.

‘’And that’s why I am not fucking you~’’ He smirked.

‘’And because you are ugly ass woman.’’

Madam’s gasp was audible as Amael smirked.

‘’Vortexer, bring him here. It’s time he learns to respect those above him. Also known as women…’’ Madam said as Vortexer took hold of Amael, carrying him to the woman, who was sitting on the desk.

‘’I am not touching yo-‘’

‘’You won’t be asked from.’’ Madame said as Vortexer put Amael to lay down as Madame sat on his face.

‘’Start using that tongue of yours for something else than talking.’’ She smirked as Amael tried to get out from the smelling pussy on his face, but he had no chance.

He managed to open his IPW under the woman’s dress and take out a disk which he threw out and as it hit the wall, Amael was out, wiping his face from the fluids of the wetness.

‘’Eww! That was worse than a gamer's cum!’’ Amael said and wiped his mouth and took candy from his pocket.

‘’You nasty, nasty boy.’’ Madame said and stood up, walking towards Amael, who had noticed something.

‘’Fashion designer in 2500?’’ Amael asked.

‘’2519.’’ Madame hissed.

‘’Thank you. Now I don’t need to look for you to destroy your reputation.’’ Amael smirked.

‘’What?’’ Madam asked in shock.

‘’Are you threatening me?!’’

‘’I think I am.’’ Amael smirked.

‘’You nasty-!’’ Madam said and took her NPW, disappearing, but that only gave Amael more time.

Calmly he stood up and walked out from the room where he met with Shrimp.

‘’Do you have it?’’ Amael asked.

‘’Yep!’’ Shrimp said and gave Amael a flash drive with his tentacle arm.

‘’Alright. Let’s go.’’ Amael smirked and took his IPW, traveling to the TimeGate.

‘’Sooo it was…’’ He smirked and started running, finding the right time soon after.

He hopped to the TimeGate and appeared at a fashion house in Los Angeles. He walked in.

‘’Hello everyone!’’ He called out, his wings not visible.

‘’I have something to tell you about Madame Red!’’ Amael said as security guards walked to him.

He showed the flash drive to him.

‘’Go check it out.’’ He said.

‘’Why?’’ The guard asked.

‘’There’s proof she raped me.’’ Amael shrugged and took the flash drive to the closest laptop he could find, showing what just happened to the point where Amael threw the disk.

The guard looked shocked, but made a phone call, and soon after police officers arrived, just as Madam Red walked in.

‘’Margo Red, you are under arrest.’’ The officers said.

‘’I am? What?’’ Madam asked as she looked at the man waving at her.

‘’You—!!’’

‘’Hello.’’ Amael smirked.

‘’I will revenge this!’’ She said.

‘’So you admit you raped this man?’’ The officer said.

‘’No! It’s all made up!’’ She said.

‘’He showed us video footage of you raping her.’’ The officer handcuffed her and took her away.

‘’Byee.’’ Amael said and took the flash drive, and as all the eyes were on Madame, Amael disappeared from the scene, like a ghost.

He appeared back to his Nexus and laughed.

‘’Oh god!’’ He said, aiming for the next adventures as he wrote down his travel book what had happened.

‘’Where to go next…’’ He smirked, walking around in circles.