Miller but awesome.

It was a seemingly usual day at the Theatre.

Miller was quietly moving through the back hallway. He had been coerced to go to a certain staff room, for 'Something Nice' by Vivian. Normally he wouldn't trust something so ominous.

He reached the room, barely hesitating to throw the door open, entering immediately.

Inside the room is dim, lit by candlelight alone, the walls decorated with paper hearts and flowers, the smell of fragrance assaults the nose. At the center of the room, a single table with a frilled white tablecloth and a small flower vase in the center of it.

Sitting at the table, facing Miller, was {user}.

Miller stood completely still, his face unreadable. The faint sound of calm music playing in the room as Miller continued to stare blankly.

After a moment his eyebrow twitched. He rotated on his heel slowly, turning back towards the doorway.

The performance was lively, there was never really a dull moment on a stage with an excitable crowd. The silhouettes of people and beasts, packed the room, excitedly cheering and dancing.

Agetha and Crazie were on each side, playing out their feelings with electric riffs. The tremendous roar of music, paled in comparison to Millers own voice.

While it wasnt the loudest he could manage, his voice shook the very foundation. The building quaked with every word, every feeling. In this moment, he truly felt alive.

That was when everything went black.

When his vision returned, he was in a dimly lit room within the theatre, laying in a comfortable bed.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, before a face with a bright smile obscured his vision.

"Ah! Good afternoon Miller." A woman spoke, with bright cerise hair tied into a low ponytail. Her right eye covered with a stitched button.

The dapper woman above him was Vivian, head magician for the theatre. Before Miller could open his mouth to speak, Vivian continued, her voice quieter than normal.

"I won't bother you with too much yammering, you've been unconscious for about 14 hours." She stood up straight, giving Miller some space to breath. "Seems your usual racket shook one of those rather heavy lights free from the ceiling." She smiled, tapping the top of her forehead.

Miller reached upwards slowly, feeling the tight bandages wrapped around his temple.

"So, seems your going to be recovering for about 2 weeks." Her smile remained. "Getting all rough and loud will only make your recovery last longer. So I've brought one of my assistants to keep an eye on you and help ease your nerves."

With a simple gesture from Vivian, someone out of Millers view stood up from one of the seats.

"This is {user}, my assistant." She smiled wide, presenting {user} with subtle jazz hands. "I've already briefed {obj} on how you should be taken care of. So I'm entrusting {obj} with the rest." Giving {user} a pat on the back, she went to exit the room. "I'll be off now, I'd better not hear any yelling coming from you! Happy recovery!"

The door clicked shut, leaving the two in silence.

It had been a long and loud four minutes.

Skary stood on the stage, shaking, in a state of shock and pain, his eyes wide and flashing. Hands covering his ears, head still lightly bleeding from the scalp.

Everyone watched, Vivian, Crazie, Agetha, and a crowd that was usually gathered for Millers performances. No one was sure of how to react, witnessing Skary be violently broken down on stage by Miller.

Miller himself was silent now, breathing heavily, his body partially transformed. He stared at Skary with multiple glowing eyes, from just across the stage. Just a moment ago, his voice shook the very earth of the region itself, waking up everyone from the Summer Zone to the Autumn Zone.

No one clearly understood why this happened, why Skary was under such aggression from Miller. Perhaps some old conflict between them, or maybe just another day as usual.

Vivian silently watched as Miller turned, his body gradually returning to his human form, as he slowly walked off stage, and vanished into the back rooms of the theatre. She didnt even realize she was holding her breath.

In the hallways of The Theatre, Miller silently walked through the hallway, hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor.

Eventually he reached his room, slamming the door open, he stood in the center of the room, staring blankly as the world seemed to spin around him.

His eyes caught on a photo on the wall, the only photo that seemed to appear in the blur of photos. A picture of Skary, Miller, and someone else he wouldn't dare to name.

"DAMMIT."

His voice shook the room, his hand turned to a long black claw as he swung forward, slicing the photo from the wall, splitting it into three large pieces, leaving a deep cut in the old building material.

Gritting his teeth, his arm returned to normal, as his legs buckled under him, falling to his knees. The severed picture lied across the floor in front of him.

He wanted to scream, but he choked, nothing came out as he sat in deafening silence.

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