“Lemme at ‘im,” Keith said, “I challenge Chester here and now. This creepy shit won’t stand!”
“You sure you wanna go through with this, little man?” Chester scoffed, “Really all you’re trying to prove is that the messed up system is a good thing. A system that puts good people out of a job and strips them of themselves is a good good thing. That’s what you’re trying to prove. I have machinations, shrimp boat. I have plans you wouldn’t even know of. What do you have?”
“Just a dream,” Keith answered, “A dream where the system ain’t so fucked. A dream that says my music can help change the world. A dream… to kick your prejudiced ass! I challenge thee to… a Rap Battle!”
“A fuckin’ what?” Ratmann balked, “Kid, you got some unrealistic expectations if you think-” But Keith stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled before he could finish his thought. From the sky above a trio of speakers descended, landing gently on the stage. The small boy threw Chester a spare mic as he took his spot at one side of the speakers.
“Where I come from,” Keith said, “We settle things with a rap battle. It’s how I convinced my girlfriend’s ex rockstar father to let me date her. It’s what I’m gonna do to beat you here and now before you do any more damage. Get your butt ready, because…” Keith grabbed a microphone of his own (Kylie, it was Kylie), and brought it to his lips, “WE GETTIN’ FREAKY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH!”
“You really want to play this game?” Chester narrowed his eyes, “You have no idea what world you’re stepping into.”
3… 2… 1… GO!
Chester opened the door with a string of harsh lyrics and a chilling New York hip-hop beat. Keith called back with brighter tones and the funkiest flow anyone’s ever heard. A 1v1 lyrical dissing contest… a rap battle to determine the fate of not just each other, but the cat girls as well. The combatants spat their hot fire for minutes on top of minutes until… Chester’s voice cracked and threw him off his game. The rap battle was over. Keith took the game.
“Is… is this real?” Chester gasped, “Beaten by a little kid? Beaten by a product of this fucked system? Who… what are you?”
“Like I said before, rat ass,” Keith smirked, “Open up your ears and remember me well! I’m… Boyfriend.XML!”
Another flash of light… and Chester was no more. In his place stood what looked like a cat girl dressed up as a hip-hop dancer with two short side ponytails. She looked at Keith apologetically.
“I’m sorry about wanting to strip you of your personality, Mr Boyfriend sir,” she said, “I was mad at the world for a justifiable reason, but I was about to do something unjustifiable in retaliation. Please let me work for you as a backup dancer!”
“That’s what I decided for you, Chestnut,” Keith nodded, “As for Bitty, I think I’ll give her back her pudge and bubbly personality, make her hair pink, keep the maid outfit… and make her my personal chef!”
In another flash of light, Bitty’s body was staring to resemble itself again. She was still an anime cat girl but her pudgy belly was back and her hair was bubblegum pink.
“Thank you, Keith!” Bitty called, “It was scary being emotionless! I can’t wait to cook up all kinds of great stuff for ya, don’tcha know!”
“Looking forward to it, Bitty the Belly!” Keith gave a thumbs up.