>This is it.
>Final boss time.
>Slowly and methodically, you open the door to the room and step inside.
>After closing the door, you can't help but stop for a moment to take the decorum of the room in, especially since you hardly ever get to come in here given the owner's insistence on privacy.
>And not being annoyed by you or Sonata.
>You aren't too sure what you expected, but somehow, you're left a little underwhelmed.
>Bare, white walls meeting the drab shag carpet; a chair and desk with some notebooks and papers neatly stacked in the corner; and a twin-sized bed with satin midnight-blue sheets haphazardly peaking out from under the heavy black comforter.
>Not a single TV, laptop, computer, or book in sight.
>Jesus Christ, Aria. What the fuck do you do in here all day?
>You really need to take her out sometime and get her a hobby...
>After you're done with this of course.
>Patting yourself down, you make sure that the thin black cloak won't slip and fall off like it did before when you had done this to Adagio.
>You also make sure the duct-tape you have on the back of the Scream mask is still firmly holding it to your head so it doesn't fucking fall off too, like what happened with Sonata.
>Really should have just shelled out the extra $5 for a better costume...
>Still, wardrobe malfunctions aside, the plan worked out fine both times you've tried it.
>No reason it'll fail now. Especially now that the gear won't fall apart.
>With quick strides you reach the closet door, and see that it's one of those doors that have the big mirrors on it.
>Didn't see that with Adagio and Sonata's doors. Guess she put it on herself.
>It is pretty convenient that it's here though.
>Pulling the plastic knife out of the interior pocket of the robe, you strike a pose in the mirror. Nothing too crazy. Just a "I'M GONNA STAB YA BITCH" pose.
>The cheap flimsy black cloak sways gently with the movement, and you hit the edge of the mask with the inside of your arm as you lift the knife up over your head. The tape on the mask thankfully keeps it in place.
>Your weak, muscle-less body is covered up by the cloak, and the long slim mask gives your short height a sort of off-putting look.
>Perfect. Picture perfect in fact.
>That moment of autism past, you throw open the closet door and do a double take at all the shit she has piled up in it.
>In addition to the startlingly large assortment of clothing, Aria has managed to fit not one, not two, but fucking five electric guitars with a few amps to accompany them in the tiny closet.
>Guess that's what she does in here when she's alone. How you or nobody else in the house hears her using any of the instruments is beyond you though.
>Hey wait a minute, is that guitar a Stratocaster? How the fuck did she even afford that? She works at K Mart.
>Then again you never really see her buying shit tons of stuff. And she uses a pretty old car that she fixes up herself.
>Guess she just saves her money up.
>Could learn a thing or two from her.
>Careful not to knock anything over, you squeeze into the closet and shut the door behind you, then take up position facing the  door.
>Just like how you rehearsed in the mirror, you take up your "I'M GONNA STAB YA BITCH" pose, and let the waiting game begin.
>Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn to...
>Well not hours. You wouldn't sit in here for fucking hours (it kind of smells), but it sure feels like hours.
>Just when your arm starts to get tired, you hear the door to the room open and close, followed by scuffling on the carpet.
>"Stupid Sheila... no, I don't want to hear more about your stupid dog. Let me eat lunch in peace."
>Target confirmed: the Aria Blaze has entered the vicinity.
>At long last you are going to complete your dastardly plan to spook all three of the Dazzlings this Halloween week.
>"God damn. I could really go for some venting right now," you hear her mutter.
>The sounds of foot steps near the closet door.
>She's coming she's coming she's coming!
>You can hardly contain yourself as excitement flutters your heart.
>You had never seen Aria scared before. You wonder what it would look like.
>Could her face even convey such an emotion?
>What sound would she make? A sharp gasp like Adagio? A shrill shriek like Sonata?
>The anticipation is killing you!
>Footsteps come closer and closer until the sounds stop right outside the closet door.
>You stay frozen in place, not daring to risk a breath, lest your target be clued in on what awaits her behind the door.
>But what is she doing? Why is she taking so long to open the door?
>Maybe she's fixing her hair in the mirror?
>Suddenly the closet door is thrown open, and before you could react with your war-cry of "I'M GONNA STAB YA BITCH", you are assaulted with the loudest, most ear piercing howl you have ever heard.
>There she stands with glowing all-white eyes, her head reeled back in a 90 degree angle as she lets continues to let loose the cacophony of sound waves.
>The sound.
>Holy fucking shit the sound. Your ears are on fucking fire. Your skin is crawling.
>It can't even be described as a scream, or a screeching, but more like a call. 
>A call loud enough to make Satan himself rise from the pits of Hell to come rend the flesh of the souls dwelling in the Heavens above.
>Your Scream mask can't take it; the tape on the back of the mask gives way and goes flying off your face.
>The plastic knife slips out of your hand and goes to the floor, and you go down along with it.
>You begin to seize up and shake violently, which paralyzes your arms and prevents you from throwing your hands over your ears.
>You shake so hard that it feels like your body is going to be ripped apart from the inside.
>There is then a sensation of falling. Falling into the depths of your subconscious.
>Then it all goes black.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
>You don't know how long you have been out for, but one thing is certain: you are alive.
>The louder than fuck all ringing in your ears tells you that much.
>As does whatever warm and soft fabric it is you're laying on.
"Unghh... gaaahhhhh..."
>Underneath the ringing, you hear some movement a few feet to your left.
>"It's about damn time."
>Aria.
>Almost instinctively, you curl up into a fetal position at the sound of the voice.
>This apparently amuses her, since she chuckles.
>"For someone who was wearing a Scream mask, you sure are a pansy. That wasn't even a full on blast."
>Every single syllable is like someone scraping a knife against your soul.
>You curl up even tighter. Your fucking spine is liable to snap in half from how hard you're hugging your knees.
>"Wowee, are you sure he's going to be ok?"
>Sonata?
>Cracking open your eyelids, you are blinded by the light on the ceiling fan.
>Once your eyes adjust, you look over and see a smug Aria standing in front of a highly amused Adagio and concerned Sonata.
>You're also apparently laying on Aria's bed.
>Now there's a thought you'd never believe you would have.
>"Welcome back, idiot." Adagio says, not trying at all to mask her glee at how pathetic you look.
>The three of them stand there silently as you take a series of deep breath. You feel dizzy. Your head throbs and pounds like a bad hang over.
>Curled in a fetal position, dizzy, and hung over.
>Dear Lord above, it's Vegas all over again.
>You stretch out and sit up on the edge of the bed, facing the malicious trio.
"What the actual fuck... was that?"
>Aria opens her mouth, making you flinch and throw your hands up in front of your face, bracing yourself for another howl.
>Adagio snickers and pulls Aria behind her.
>"That, Anonymous, was the Call. It's one of the great powers we Sirens possess."
>Sonata butts in with a cheerful smile, "Yeah! And it's one we can still use without us having amulets!"
>"Right... anyways Anonymous, the Call is one of the most powerful abilities in our arsenal: With the Call, all of a Siren's power is channeled into one huge blast of sonic energy."
>"Only I didn't use all of my power for that one."
>Your eye twitches and you shake as Aria speaks, although the reaction is much less extreme than before.
>She still of course grins like a sadist at the response.
>"If I had, it probably would have destroyed your ear drums."
>Sonata butts in again, "Or blown all the skin off your body!"
>Well. Isn't that just fantastic to know? Your roommates can skin you alive by screaming at you.
>"Oh come now, Sonata. We would NEVER do that to Anonymous."
>Very reassuring, Adagio.
>Can't really blame them for setting this all up. You were the one who decided to be an asshole this Halloween after all.
"Right... well uh, sorry for scaring you three I guess?"
>Adagio nods her head with a satisfied grin while Sonata smiles and gives you a thumbs up.
>Aria though rolls her eyes.
>"Pfft, as if you could ever scare me. Listen though â€” don't ever fuck with us like that again, you dunce, or next time you won't be so lucky."
>She reaches down to the floor to grab something, then quickly rises back up to throw your now shredded Scream mask at you.
>"Here, Ghostface. Take that and get out of my room."
>The three of them share a laugh at your expense as you curse the gods above for not only giving your roommates the power to use magic through their voices, but also for you forgetting that they could do shit like this in the first place.