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Odd Mascots
- Uh..
- Odd mascots round a lotta blocks
- Odd mascots poppin' up props
- Odd mascots in they Fort Knocks
- Odd mascots time up in clocks
- Odd mascots, unorthodox
- Odd mascots worshipped as gods
- Odd mascots tied up in knots
- Odd mascots, a paradox
- Acetylation boost makes me have a feeling
- My rotten composure go up the ceiling
- I don't feel like cheating, so instead I'm kneeling
- "Just kill me" ha fuck naw, I leave you reeling
- Yuh, stealing your passion one by one, all at a time
- You'll be doin' overtime, what is this, a crime?
- You'll be just in time for summertime
- It's all mine, I'll be just fine, I'm dyin' for sunshine
- Got a lotta wealth, yet I got nothin' to show
- Swallow ego, got a lotta trophies to throw
- Out the window, look how my opps fail though
- I take beatings like a pro but I still stand head to toe
- It's ghetto style, I'm givin you the Faux Rich Man Style
- I'm falsely hostile, just a part of my lifestyle
- Stuff in my apparel, put ourselves in trial
- I be in denial, remember how I was homicidal?
- Spin it to win it, I'm in it to win it
- You're a nitwit who's a king of the toilet, fuck off w/ it
- You and I are leagues separate, why don't you just quit
- Vomit in bucket, I'll have riches in my casket bro
- Makes me wonder how we in the same planet, ho
- Keep up this racket, that's so tennis racket, faggot
- Ribbit rabbit, frog and rabbit, who do you think will win, idiot?
- We are odd mascots by the corner of Big Lots
- Burger blocks, building rocks on top of empires' jobs
- (Something strange is hiding in the "burger empire")
- Odd mascots are we, we give you dirty looks
- Overlook our stench, we're the crux of your crooks
- (Rotten mascots look at people with hellish desire)
- desire ire ire ire [audio phases out]
- ........................
- "A recording of yesterday, #1
- What I saw in the rusted recording studio was nothing short of perplexing.
- Apparently, the recording studio was rusting away since 2018. The person who owned it is not fully known; however, we do know one rapper, "Wealth." The same person who founded the WealthBurger empire, that suddenly disappeared during 2023.
- There was a mascot in the studio. A WealthBurger mascot. I pointed my gun at it, taking its looming presence as a sign it was about to kill me. But then, someone sliced it up from behind. Apparently, its organic body was actually sized just like its 'costume,' which I don't even want to know how that's possible "
- //Hey.
- (The man who was writing that journal entry in front of the studio, is a bit spooked by the other guy sneaking up on him.)
- Man: Whoa! Don't sneak up on me like that?
- ???:Sorry.
- Man: Who are you?
- ???:I guess you can say that I'm a freelance investigator. You been investigating that rusted studio, right?
- Man: Yeah? How'd you know?
- ???:This place always fascinated me, yet I'm too much of a coward to go in. Yesterday, I saw you enter here. Figured I'd say hi now.
- Man: Well.. I am an investigator too. There's a reason why I'm here.
- ???:Oh? What's that?
- Man: There is a rumor that this studio is tied to the late WealthBurger empire. My wife used to work for that place, until she died in what they called a "freak accident." And lately, there are reports of murders around this area.
- ???:Murders? Can't say I heard of em.
- Man: It was all over the news. Any time someone was murdered around here, a faint symbol of a burger was painted with the victims' blood somewhere. I think the killer may be hiding here.. but there's something weirder going on.
- ???:Well I wanna join you.
- Man: Why?
- ???:I trust you. I didn't wanna go alone, and now that you're here, I won't have to.
- Man: ..alright, if you insist. I'm about to go in for further investigation.
- //The two men go inside the rusty recording studio. The record player is still there, and the gruesome sight of the burger mascot corpse, no less.
- ???:What the FUCK is that?! That smells AWFUL!
- Man: It's a.. literal burger mascot corpse. Anatomically realistic. Yes, that's exactly what it looks like.
- ???:How.. How??
- Man: I do not know. It disturbed me a lot, similarly to you. It was about to kill me, but then someone sliced it up from behind.
- ???:You think that person could be the killer?
- Man: I'm not quite sure. I think the burger WAS the killer, honestly.
- ???:I mean.. that does make sense, but who could the other guy be??
- Man: That remains to be seen, sadly. We'll have to go further in the building.
- //They go further in the studio. At first they don't really see anything, just a few recording rooms and abandoned items.. but then they find something in a closet.
- ???:Yo.. what is that?
- //It's a crude, rusty robot that looks vaguely like Joseph Stalin. There is a hammer and sickle on its chest. A rotten smell emanates from it.
- ???:Ugh, not that smell again!
- Man: Someone was stuffed in here.. This is the smell of a corpse!
- ???:Why the hell does it look like Joseph Stalin?
- Man: More importantly, how could something like this get in here?
- ???:I don't know, but we found another dead body. Does Wealth still come here? Is he the killer?
- Man: Well yeah, he is still alive, but after the incident that caused WealthBurger to shut down, he moved out of this area. It's highly unlikely he'd hang around here.
- Man: Matter of fact.. this reminds me of another rap related club.
- ???:What is it?
- Man: I don't know... The name "Stalin" sounds familiar in regards to that, but I can't quite remember..
- Man: But in that case, I believe that's enough for today. I need to record my findings.
- ???:So we exit the building then? I suppose that's where we can part ways.
- Man: Yes. I may return here tomorrow, depending on the boss man's orders. I suppose if you're here next time, we can do this again.
- //The two men start walking away, exiting the building.
- //Meanwhile inside the closet, the rusted robot suddenly starts twitching a bit..
- ...:F.. FRA.. JEF.. STA... LIN... BOSS..
- ...I...
- ...I MUST.. DESTROY THEM..
- DESTROY THOSE.. TWO..
- //And just like that, the rusty robot seemingly shuts down...? It is now immobile again.
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