Sorry Lego, but I had too much fun writing this. Don't hate me okay?
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Style 52 - Rapping afros???
Lego could feel the topography of the space around him changing. The blackness around him shifted to a blur, and within seconds the entire world transitioned into a dimension of swirling colors, seemingly moving him forward through the infinite space.
“This is really getting old…”
Suddenly a twinkle of light flashed in the distance, and it began to close in on him as the dimension moved Lego towards it unwillingly. Lego could only groan as he was quickly blinded and engulfed by a portal of light.
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“FROMAESTRO! FROMAESTRO!”
Lego could barely make out the deafening noise of what sounded like a chants from a hollering crowd. Of course, as he came to and opened his eyes that’s exactly what it was.
“What the hell!?”
The first thing Lego noticed was the sea of people that filled the gigantic stadium. They had been in an cheering uproar, which mostly consisted of beautiful girls in skimpy anime school clothes. His eyes then shifted to the glowing lights above that colored the stadium in a dark blue and the occasional white spotlights that highlighted the main stage which Lego stood on. The combination of the crowded arena and the flashing lights threw Lego’s vision into a blurry loop, which forced him to look down on the microphone-
“A MICROPHONE!?”
-That was nestled in his right hand. The odd sight prompted him to look at the rest of himself. To his surprise, he was adorned in a baggy, black and green color schemed hoodie, jeans and sneakers combo, with a golden cat chain dangling around his neck. He was wearing a complete rapper outfit, and the sudden realization almost made him hurl.
Of course just when he thought things couldn’t get weirder, he noticed Fronomenal standing on the far right of the stage in a similar looking outfit and a microphone in hand as well. He appeared to be addressing the crowd.
“YO YO YO!” Fro began, tapping the on mic to the test the sound. “MIC CHECK, MIC CHECK! WE ARE LIVE! TEAM FROMAESTRO IN THE EFFING BUILDING!” Fro paced around the stage for a second before walking to the front to get a more personal view of the fans. He raised his mic high into the air. “AYE HOW YALL FEELING TONIGHT!?”
The crowd responded with a combined roar of what sounded like goods and greats. Fro continued.
“THATS GOOD, THAT”S GOOD! AYE, LOOK MAN YALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS! IT’S YA BOYZ FRONEEZY AND LEGOMAESTRO, AKA FROMAESTRO, AND WE ABOUT THE BRING THE HOUSE DOWN IN THIS MUTHASUCKA! ARE YALL READY TO HEAR THE HOTTEST RHYMES FROM THE HOTTEST RAP DUO IN ALL OF MANGARAIDERS!?”
“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Lego rushed over to Fro and pulled on his hoodie to get his attention.
“Frono, what the hell is going on? Why are we at a rap concert with mics in our hands?”
“Because we’re a rap duo and this is our concert, homie.”
“Rap duo? Since when!?”
“Since we dropped our debut album, “Cat Girls and Orange Kool Aid” ten minutes ago. We’ve been the touring the Net ever since.”
“That fast!?”
“Call us an instant hit.”
Fro broke away from Lego and returned his attention to the crowd.
“SO LOOK YALL, ME AND THE HOMIE LEGO DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING A LIL’ DIFFERENT TONIGHT. INSTEAD OF PERFORMING SONGS FROM OUR ALBUM RIGHT OFF THE BAT, WE’RE GONNA START THIS SET OFF WITH A FREESTYLE SESSION, AND LEGO IS GONNA KICK THE FIRST VERSE!”
Lego eyes widened in terror upon hearing Fro’s declaration. He rushed towards him again in a angry fury.
“Why the hell am I going first?”
“Cause even though we’re a duo you’re like the main guy and the fans just gravitate towards you more for some reason. I know, weird right?”
Fro turned towards the back of the stage.
“AYE DJ CORYN! KICK US OFF WITH A HOT ONE MAH GUY!”
“Coryn…?” Lego switched his attention to the back of the stage and noticed Coryn bobbing in a left and right motion behind a table filled with turntables and other beat making instruments. The cyborg Dj shot a wink at the confused Lego. Lego facepalmed, annoyed to the fullest.
“This can’t be good…”
Suddenly Coryn gets into a groove and began spinning the large black disc on the turntables with his hands in a sort of rhythmic flow. As he spun the turntables, sounds of beat scratches filled the arena, teasing both the crowd and Lego with an incoming instrumental that would soon shake the stadium to its core. What that instrumental was exactly, no one could tell. Everyone was at the mercy of Coryn’s never before heard DJ skills, specifically Lego.
“Oh Coryn, for the love of god please don’t play anything whack!”