One month. 

That's how much time I have.

That's how much time until the festival.

That's how much time I have to complete my project.

That's how much time I have to make a plan.

...

That's how much time until my final confrontation with Frisk.

It wasn't long; yes, it was long enough for me to create the DT extractor, but... One month until this nightmare will be over one way or another.

The class chatters, throwing ideas around. Jiro stands behind the crowd, quietly thinking.

"With those things in mind, I think I know what would make sense," Jiro says, speaking up. The crowd of excited students look at her, waiting for her to go on. "A hardcore four on the floor club song, it'll be like a rave meets rock show. As for dance music, ADM would probably be the most popular, but you guys wanna play instruments, right." Jiro says; most of the class stares at her blankly, obviously confused. "Anyone plays bass or drums or anything?" Jiro asks.

Silence.

"Hey, didn't you accidentally admit your parents made you take music classes when you were a kid?" Denki buts in, glancing over to Bakugo. Some people cheer excited questions. Eventually, the others convince him to have a go.
Unsurprisingly he's really good; he scowls at the class. We all cheer.

"No way am I making a fool of myself up on that stage." Bakugo scowls, walking away, hands digging into his pockets.

"Bakugo, come on! Do it! If we rock, this everyone'll have a good time!" Jiro pleads.

"Don't you get what's gonna happen? I'll spell it out for you. We're doing this because we want to let the other courses blow off some steam. But we're the ones to cause their stress, to begin with, so we're just trying to make ourselves feel better. This is gonna seem like a slap in the face for the people they can't stand!" Bakugo shouts, Jiro stays silent.

"Don't be rude! We're just trying to help!" Hagakure shouts.

"That kind of thinking is what I'm talking about!" Bakugo yells. "Doesn't all this make you mad? It's not like we wanted villains to show up and ruin things for everybody. Why do we have to be so concerned about how these weaklings feel? Stop trying to get on their good side! We're not here to make friends; we're here to fight! If we're gonna put on a show, then we can't hold anything back! Let's murder everyone with killer music!" Bakugo shouts; he may be an angry pomeranian; however, he was surprisingly good at inspirational speeches.

"Bakugo!!!!" Almost everyone cheers as they swarm him. No one ever mentions it, but after being kidnapped by the villains, Bakugo changed; I probably changed too. But not as dramatically as he did.
The conversation drifts around, selecting people for different instruments—Momo on the keyboard, Bakugo on drums and Jiro on bass. The guitar and vocals are still open. That leaves dancing.

"We gotta have special effects!" Mina twirls; she pulls up a concert video with streamers and bright flashing lights. "With our Quirks, we could totally do that!" Mina cheers, ideas flow through the crowd.

"i could use baby blasters to add a lazar show and maybe glow my eye enough to add a blue smoke effect?" I comment; Mina bounces around excitedly. 

"Question, who will be singing? Isn't that the most important thing?" Tsu asks.

"We haven't figured that part out yet," Jiro says; I pause for a moment.

"Huh? Doesn't it have to be you, Jiro?" Uraraka asks, Jiro tenses. Mineta, Aoyama and Kirishima all offer, showing off their vocals. I cringe and resist the urge to block my ears.

"Wait, what about you? I've heard you sing, and you're pretty good." Midoriya comments, looking up at me. I'd completely forgotten about that. It was the middle of the night; I was getting some coffee and had just sung a song I knew. Midoriya just happened to be on the couch and overheard.

"You can sing! Go on!" Mina shouts as she shoves the mic in from of me. 

Jez, I've been put on the spot.

With a sigh and a quick flick through a song, I sing.

(We all knew this song would make an appearance eventually) (Just minus the Chara vocals, lol)

The class stares, my smile strains slightly.

"tada?" I shrug; smiles break out across the group as shouts of praise ring out around the room. I fiddle with the buttons on my jacket. 

"Your voice is so soothing!" Mina shouts, then she pauses. Her eyes light up. "You and Jiro should do a duet!" She exclaims.

"Yeah, when you were teaching us how to play instruments in your room, your singing was super cool; I know you'll bring the house down!" Hagakure shouts.

"Uh- It wasn't that great," Jiro mutters.

"Hey, look, a mic!" Hagakure interjects as she shoves the mic over to her. 

"We just laid our souls bare for them, and they just ignored us?! Can Jiro even be that good? Ugh!" Mineta whines as he crouches beside Kirishima.

"Show us those pipes. We wanna see you sing with it!" Kirishima calls encouragingly.

She sings.

And oh my god.

She can fucking sing.

Goosebumps ran up my arms and along my face; with a small glance around, I could tell everyone was thinking the same thing. She had to be our lead singer!

Once she finished, the entire class cheered and praised her; Mineta, Aoyama, and Kirishima were blown away by the competition. Laying on the floor, stunned.

"My ears are so happy! Mina: Such an amazing voice!" Hagakure shouts

"I told you!" Uraraka yells.

"I call this a unanimous decision!" Iida declares.

"Well, let's set that aside then." Jiro insists as we move on to another topic.

The class fell into excited chatter, throwing around ideas and accepting roles. The conversations started and stopped, continuing until 1 in the morning. By then, all the planning was done, for the most part. We'd still have to create the song, learn our details, practice, and set up the gym. Other than that, we were all pretty confident.

"Rest up, guys! Starting tomorrow, we're hard at work!" Iida shouts.

"Yeah!" We all shout back before dispersing. I shut my bedroom door with a clip, making sure to lock the door before plopping down on my seat and opening my computer. Just as I thought, I had a message from the police.

'To Ledgendary_fart_master.

Have you got the information we asked for?

From anonymous.

I pulled up the document of information I'd collected.

'To anonymous.

Yes, pleasure doing business with you.

XXX-XX-XXXX St

From Ledgendary_fart_master.'

I send the message, smiling. I still can't believe the police asked me for help.