The air in the first-class cabin of the chartered jet was thick with the scent of stale jet fuel and instant noodles—a heady aroma that usually signaled safety and satisfaction for the team. But tonight, the satisfaction was tragically temporary.
Why? Well...you'll see why.
Mk, the lead vocalist and strategist of the popular group, HUN+ERS, glared down at the flimsy plastic tray holding his half-eaten shrimp crackers. He gripped the remnants of the bag so tightly the foil crinkled.
"Why," he hissed, leaning toward Mei—the group's rapper, his best friend, and chaos engine—who was currently chewing with the intensity of a woodchipper, "do they ALWAYS interrupt our pre show snacking!?"
Mei swallows, wiping her mouth on the cuff of her expensive, custom-embroidered jacket. Her emerald eyes narrowed, "THEY WILL FACE MY WRATH!" She said with her mouth full.
Before Mei could launch herself out of her seat in a fit of food-deprived fury, a voice, unnervingly cut through the tension.
"Um, excuse me? We are about to begin our descent."
The Stewardess was standing over them. She possessed a smile that was less welcoming hospitality and more poorly preserved taxidermy. Her uniform was pristine, but her movements were too sharp, her gaze too fixed.
"Please take your seat, esteemed guests," she urged, her hands clasping slightly too hard.
"Yeah. We don't have time," Mk said, setting the bag down with deliberate slowness. He tilted his head, assessing her unnatural stillness. "You're obviously a demon, right?"
The brown haired leader has spent the last three years hunting supernatural entities. And by now, he's recognized the signs of poorly maintained human mimicry.
The Stewardess froze. The plastered smile faltered, replaced by a momentary, terrifying void of expression. "W-what do you mean, sir?"
"Come on," Mk sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "You're smiling all weird, that one's watering a plant with coffee, and those guys back there?" Mk jerked his chin toward the cockpit area. "Total dead giveaway."
One man, presumably the 'seatbelt guy,' was trying to lock two separate belts together, creating what looked like a bizarre, unnecessary macrame project. Meanwhile, through the half-open cockpit door, the Captain was visible, pushing random buttons like a toddler playing with a complex calculator.
The Stewardess wrung her hands. "O-ohhh, we were just... adjusting to the new flight protocols, you see. Very innovative!"
Mk pushed himself out of his seat. He grabbed her arm—just above the elbow—and peeled back the fabric of her sleeve. "Oh, look!" He announced. "Patterns."
"Oh, these? These are just..." The Stewardess tried to pull away, her composure finally cracking. "A very trendy new type of...temporary sleeve tattoo! Limited edition!"
"Uh-huh" Mk just raised an eyebrow.
Realizing the jig was up, the stewardess stomped her foot on the carpeted floor in frustration, and the air shimmered, ripping the glamor from her form. She ballooned into a snarling, purple-skinned beast with too many teeth and four spindly arms, knocking directly into the man fiddling with the seatbelts.
The seatbelt man recoiled, and his own illusion dissolved in a burst of oily smoke. He was revealed to be a squat, blue horned demon with silver hair, currently looking offended that his belt-work had been ruined.
"The rest of you can come out," Mk called, rolling his shoulders and stretching. "We're in a hurry here!”
The cockpit door swung open violently. The Captain, a much larger, grimier winged demon, emerged, two more demons flanking him in the narrow aisle. All five of the newly revealed fiends sported the telltale demonic patterns swirling up their arms.
"Well it's about time," A new voice, crackling with dry irritation, cut across the sudden demonic growls.
Red Son, the group's choreographer, and pyrotechnics specialist, stepped calmly out of the curtained-off rest area, adjusting the sleek fire-red sunglasses perched on his nose.
"My patience was at a limit as we speak." He turned to Mk. "It took you this long to realize they were demons?"
"Hey, it wasn't our fault, we were enjoying our pre-show snacking remember!" Mei argued.
The red haired huffed in irritation. "Imbeciles..."
The Captain Demon, clearly the leader and attempting to strike a dramatic pose, puffed out his chest. "The only ones dying tonight are your—"
Mei let out a loud, satisfied burp that echoed off the curved walls of the fuselage, pungent with the ghost of shrimp and pepper flakes.
The Captain Demon sputtered, his dramatic pause utterly ruined. "Uh, I said, the only ones dying tonight are your—"
Mk's stomach protested loudly, interrupting the terrifying villain speech again. He clutched his midsection apologetically. "I'm sorry, what? It's hard to focus when there's so much noise."
The Captain Demon threw his hands up in exasperation, his planned speech entirely ruined now. "YOUR FANS!! WE'RE GONNA EAT YOUR FANS!!!" He shrieked.
"Whoa!" Mk, Mei, and Red Son exclaimed in unison, the three stars momentarily stunned by the sheer, audacity of the threat.
Nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody threatens their fans and lives.
"Oh No, you didn't." Mei stated, her voice dangerously low.
"No, thank you!" Mk added, shaking his head. His brown eyes beginning to glow faintly. "When you mess with our fans..."
Red Son cracked his knuckles, tiny orange sparks sputtering across his hands. A dangerous, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "We need to make it hurt."
Ugh, you came at a bad time
But you just crossed the line
Okay, we'll show you wild!
They proceed to fight the demons while singing.
Better come right, better luck tryin', gettin' to our level
'Cause you might die, never the time, tryna start a battle
Bleeding isn't in my blood 뼛속부터 달라서
Beating you is what I do, do, do, yeah!
Body on body, I'm naughty, not even sorry
And when you pull up, I'll pull up
A little late to the party (la-la-la-la)
Locked and loaded, I was born for this
There ain't no point in avoiding it
Knocking you out like a lullaby
Hear that sound ringing in your mind
Better sit down for the show
'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done
How it's done, done, done
How it's done, done, done
Run, run, we run the town
Whole world playin' our sound
Turnin' up, it's goin' down
HUN+ERS show this, how it's done, done, done
As the last demon dissolved into black smoke, a sudden silence fell, broken only by the whistling wind and the groaning metal of the airplane. "Yeah, we should probably get off this plane," Red Son stated flatly. The trio quickly slurp up their noodles, sighing in satisfaction.
"Okay, let's do this." Mk said.
The three of them leaped out of the gaping hole in the plane, executing a flawless, mile-high drop.
Something about when you come for the crown
Nothing to us, run up, you're done up, we come up
From sunup to sundown, so come out to play
Won either way, we're one in a million
We kill 'em, like, really? You want it? Okay
Heels, nails, blade, mascara~
Fit check for my napalm era~
Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage
Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)
Mei threw the demon to the side, before she threw her sword at them and they continue to fall after the remaining demons as they also were heading towards the stadium.
Knocking you out like a lullaby!
Hear that sound ringing in your mind! Better sit down for the show!
"Look, It's them!" cried a fan's voice from the crowd, pointing up at the sky. The moment they landed—along side the demons—the civilian crowds that had gathered below erupted. The demons took a while to get up, but the girls were already standing with their weapons in hand.
Cause I'm gonna show you!
How it's done, done, done!
One of the demons stumbled back and found himself in the crowd, between two fan girls. "Cool costume!" A fan complimented in awe, taking a selfie. Then Mei threw her sword at the demon and it had vaporized, luckily the fans believed it was a special effects.
I don’t talk, I bite! Full of venom!
"Whoo! We love you Red!" Two fan boys cheered, tears of joy streaming from their eyes. Red Son smirked, the flames around his shoulders flickering.
Spittin' facts! You know that's how it's done, done, done!
Okay, I know I ramble, but when shootin' my words, I go Rambo! Took blood and tears to look natural! That's how it's done, done, done!
Hear our voice unwavering till our song defeats the night. Making fear afraid to breathe till the dark meets the light!
The fans were in awe and they cheered even louder. Mei noticed a massive, mystical energy meter flashed brilliant gold. Red Son and Mk noticed it too, and they looked very excited, meaning they're close to achieving their goal.
The final surge of the music swept over the ecstatic crowd.
Run, run, we run the town
Whole world playin' our sound
Turnin' up, it's going down
HUN+ERS, show this, how it's done, done, done!
... We hunt you down, down, down, down (down)
We got you now, now, now, now (got you now)
We show you how, how, how (show you how)
HUN+ERS don't miss, how it's done, done, done!
