Picked up DJ Hero recently, and how little attention it got is a CRIME. Here's Scrax_Xa U4Eya to hopefully raise awareness! She's my personification of the game! I haven't played 2 yet though, lemme get to that once I can handle the game on hard. She's a big one with 215 layers...
[10-8-2022] So happy that I got to see @djjuicym again at @temple_denver last night. The last time she was in town, it was 7 years ago. Got my headphones autographed but it was unfortunately/accidentally rubbed off over time. But yeah, threw down one killer set. So much energetic (^-^) #Denver #NightLife #ClubLife #DenverNightLife #DenverClubLife #ElectronicDanceMusic #EDM #DJane #BassFace #DJHero #BotoSessions #PLowProject #PLP #SuccessfullyUnSuccessful (at Temple Denver) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjepZtfuTTk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
They say people have three faces. Hero Cookie thinks most people have two. But the faces was more metaphorical, right? And they probably didn’t mean the whole alter ego thing. This was also not something most people had, either.
Maybe he has three faces.
The witch needed better things to do with her time.
Wait, no, back to the point.
People have faces they don’t always show each other. Case in point: DJ Cookie.
It’s almost surprising, really, how no one has called them out on it. Maybe he’s just better at picking up secret identities when he has one of his own. Or maybe it’s because DJ’s alter ego is just... them in normal clothing. It’s jarring to see them without their trademark grin and music.
They’re just there, sitting in cafe, reading a book. He wouldn’t even have thought it was them if it weren’t for their hair. And if they hadn’t arranged to meet up here, anyway.
Then again, it’s not like theirs was much of a secret identity anyways.
“What are you reading?” Hero asks, peering at their book.
DJ squeaks. Their eyes widen and they close the book shut. “Nothing. Caramel Cookie, when did you get here?”
Hero shrugs and gives them a smile. “Only a while ago. Did you get my message?”
“There might have been a vibration,” DJ cookie mumbles, face red. “I didn’t check it.”
"Oh, well! I’m here now at least, right? So, DJ, what did you think about last week’s issue?”
“Of the comics based on Hero Cookie?” Upon Hero’s nod, DJ frowns. “I don’t know... I liked it, but isn’t it kind of weird to make a comic about an actual cookie? He probably finds it weird.”
Hero grins at them. They knew there was a reason he liked them. “Good points! I’ve heard that they’ve got permission from the hero himself, so it should be fine.”
“Really? Good for him,” DJ snorts. “At least he’s got some heads up. Still think it’d be weird, though.”
“True enough! Speaking of reading, can i see that book, DJ?”
DJ gestures to their book. “...This one? It’s... it’s my notebook.”
“You were the one who told me to come and read it!” Hero huffs. “Remember?”
“Right!” They fumble. “Right, right. Ah...”
Hero frowns. He opens his mouth, about to ask them if they’re okay, when he hears it.
There’s a long, loud mechanical whirring that surrounds them. From the kitchens, they can hear a metallic voice call out to all the cookies in the store.
“Operative... destroy pancakes.”
He really appreciates the idea of his life being like a comic, but universe, could he please spend some time with DJ?
Hero lets out a dramatic gasp regardless. “I need to warn Pancake Cookie! DJ, you should get to a safe place!”
He drags them out of the store before running off in a direction Pancake is decidedly not on. He then flicks open his watch, inputting a small code.
The suit flies towards him, landing in front of him with a small thump. He hops in, hoping this would be quick.
There’s a long list of cursing in DJ Cookie’s head right now and a lot of that could be blamed on a certain caramel cookie.
No, not Caramel Cookie. They could blame it on him, if they wanted, but most of the blame should be on Hero Cookie. Especially after he had very openly admitted that the robots may have followed him.
He was apologizing for the attack when mentioning it, but still.
Maybe getting mad at Hero for being in the same cafe as them was petty. They can do petty, though, considering the attack caused their friend to run off to who knows where.
“...And I’m glad no one got hurt!” Hero continues. DJ glares at him with as much force as they can. “I’m so sorry about all the damages.”
The shop owners reassure him that it’s fine, of course, they had meant to update their mixers anyways. They’re not sure why they bothered to buy mixers that labelled their power levels by food items.
They eye the owners, waiting patiently for them to leave. They know how it feels to be called out in the middle of a show, after all. Better to wait for this kind of conversation when he only had one person to explain to.
“What do you mean no one got hurt?”
Hero Cookie winces.
He doesn’t want to talk to the voice’s owner now. Not when Caramel Cookie, a very good friend of theirs, was meant to be with them. Really, can he please go?
“Did you get hurt, citizen?” he says anyways. “Should I call the hospital?”
“Caramel Cookie’s gone.” DJ says it with a snarl and a frown affixed upon their face. “How can you say no one got hurt?”
Because he’s right here, he doesn’t say. “I’m sure he’s fine. I can take one last look around area for you, if that helps you feel better.”
“I’m coming with.”
“I’ll report back to you right away,” he says, but DJ’s stance is firm. “It’ll be faster on my own.”
“I want to see him as soon as I can.”
Hero’s glad for the suit, because he’s honestly not sure what kind of face he’s making. There are only so many ways you can deal with a friend looking for your alter ego while talking to you.
“Well,” Hero begins.
He flies off without a word.
DJ Cookie is debating becoming a supervillain.
This would make them much pettier than they’d believe. Their backstory would consist of them being pissed at how off handedly Hero handled the idea of a hurt citizen when no one was around to see. At least Caramel was nearby, directed by be sounds of a suit whirring up.
Although they had to admit, if they worded it right, their backstory would sound way less petty than it actually was.
They hum, tapping a pencil to their cheek. Maybe what they were working on could be their theme song. Not nessecarily a villain one. Just one for fun.
They scribble a few thoughts in their notebook. Scales, instruments, and beats. They close it a few moments a later, a grin on their face. Maybe they’d ask Caramel for his thoughts. He had to know a few themes songs, didn’t he?
They shelve the notebook onto their shelf. The amount made their room feel a little cramped, actually. Not that they minded. They murmur a melody under their breath, trying to tune it and make it sound right. It would be nice to finish their song before the next performance, after all.
They’re only broken out of their thoughts when they hear a tap on the window.
There outside their apartment was Hero Cookie. He floats slightly, supported by his rocket thrusters. He waves with one hand and holds a familiar looking book in the other.
The windows open before he can even speak. “You got my notebook!”
“I was going to return it to you.” They can hear the embarassment in his voice. “I, um... also wanted to apologize.”
“Okay.”
“Um.” He pauses, before taking a look at DJ’s face, then continues. “Right... I should clear up first that I already found Caramel before you mentioned him.”
DJ raises an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know they were Caramel Cookie!” He holds his hands up in defense. “He just looked out of place, lost, and needed directions.”
“So why did you just fly away, then?” They glare at him.
Hero takes a deep breath and sighs. “I panicked.”
“...You panicked.”
“I’m not supposed to take civilians with me and you weren’t budging, so...”
“You left.”
“I left.”
DJ sighs. “A’ight. That one’s on me then. Thanks for helping my friend.”
“No problem! It’s all part of the job.” He hands them their book back. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?”
“More annoyed, but yeah.” DJ shrugs. “It was kind of petty of me to get mad at you for ruining my shot.”
Hero pauses. “Shot at what?”
“At confessing,” DJ coughs into their hand. “I was going to leave a confession note in this book, but. You know.”
“I... see.” Hero tilts his head. “Who’s it for?”
DJ gives him an irediculous look. “You have one guess.”
“Cookie with the heart eyes.”
“It’s Caramel Cookie.” They must sound as exasperated as they feel, because Hero looks utterly embarassed at not getting it right the first time. He coughs into his hand, not facing them anymore.
“Oh! My apologies.” His voice is a little more high pitched than normal. “I was just thinking, that, perhaps I could give it for you?”
DJ’s eyes light up. “You would?”
“I don’t see why not! Considering I, um, had inconvinient timing.” He offers a hand out for the book.
They place the book into his hands with a big grin. “Thanks, Hero.”
Hero Cookie holds the book close to his chest and dies.
Maybe he was wrong earlier. His life wasn’t becoming a comic; it was becoming fanfiction. It’s that thought that makes him almost glad that at least fanfictions give their pairing happy endings.
He flies home, already opening his phone to call DJ on the way back. If anything, he’ll make sure this story ends well.
Eigentlich war ich bei Ebay-Kleinanzeigen auf der Suche nach einem Mixxx-kompatiblen DJ-Controller, da ich nicht so wirklich motiviert bin, das Loadout für meinen Numark IDj3 selbst zu programmieren. Nunja, die Kinder haben jetzt Spaß mit DJ Hero an der Wii und meine Suche geht weiter. #dingepassieren #dj #djhero #djing #wii #kinder #kids #mixxx #controller #djcontroller #ebay #kleinanzeigen #ebaykleinanzeigen https://www.instagram.com/p/CNm26Gzsriz/?igshid=193bityxwvz9k
