*Evil Sonata*

>You and Sonata are chatting it up in your room.
>To your surprise, you had woken up to find her sound asleep and cuddling you.
>After she had woken up, you both decided to do some post cuddle pillow talk.
"So... What you're telling me is that you three used to be... Sirens?"
>"Yup. We'd sing and make people do whatever we wanted."
"That doesn't make sense."
>"Hm? What do you mean."
"Well. Aria, try as she might, can't make me do shit. Why doesn't she just sing."
>"Because our gems were destroyed, and we lost our singing abilities."
>She points to her neck, presumably where the gems were placed.
"Oh."
>You swear you see a slight hint of a tan-line.
>Thinking back, you recall one time, hearing Sonata sing the Scooby-Doo theme.
>She was off key to say the least.
"I'm thinking that when you lost your powers, you stopped being evil as well?"
>Sonata takes on a questioning gaze.
>"Huh. I... I don't know."
>Suddenly Adagio walks in your room.
>"Anon. I need the car keys."
"Why."
>"A certain purple-haired 'land whale' decided to eat the last of our cookies and chips. I need to get some more. On HER budget, of course."
>She holds out her hand, which has a good amount of cash, then puts it in her pocket.
"Sheesh. Her gut is a black hole."
>"Heheh! Yes. It really is, isn't it. Hm, maybe I should get a bear trap as well."
"Make it a raccoon trap, and we'll go halvsies"
>She smiles and shakes her head.
>You grab the keys from your dresser and toss them to her.
>"Thanks, Anon."
>"Hey, Adagio?"
>"Yes?"
>"Are we still evil?"
>Adagio walks over to Sonata and puts a hand on her shoulder.
>"Sonata, dear. Just do whatever your little heart desires."
>She looks over to you, winks, and walks on out.
>Sonata then looses herself in deep thought.
>You say this because she completely zones out when she starts seriously contemplating... Anything really.
>Suddenly she takes on an actual wicked smile.
"Hey. Don't you look at me lik- OOF!"
>She gives you a tight hug.
>"Hah! I just gave you an un-consented hug. Score one for Evil Sonata! HAHAHA!"
>Oh dear...

>And that's how your morning started.

...............

>It's about noon now.
>The score?
>Evil Sonata - 9
>You - 0
>To be fair, this isn't a game that you mind loosing.
>It's just stupidly adorable.
>"Hey, Anon."
"Yes, Evil Sonata?"
>"I made you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Here."
>She hands you a paper plate with said sandwich on it.
"... Thanks?"
>Just flipping through channels, you scarf down the sandwich in no time at all.
>Hopefully you didn't get crumbs on the couch.
>That shit hurts when they get stale.
>"So...?"
"So?"
>"Did you notice anything... Evil about it?"
>Not unless you gained a taste for poison.
"No."
>She looks surprised.
>"R-really? Nothing at all?"
"Nope."
>She starts looking really sad and kneels in front of you.
>"There... There wasn't anything. Not even just a tiny bit evil?"
"Uh. No. I don't think-"
>She crawls her way up, and ends up straddling you.
>In this position, you have a face-full of her breasts.
>It's only when you look up do you see that she's giving you the sad puppy eyes.
>Think back...
"Um... I guess there wasn't a lot of peanut butter, as compared to the jelly."
>"Yes! Another point for Evil Sonata!"
>She hugs your head, further pressing your face into her chesticles.
>Then she squirms around, adjusting herself.
>It's when you hear her let out a drawn out sigh, you start to question what's going on.
"What're you doing."
>"You're really warm and comfortable, so I'm gonna take an evil nap."
>With a quickness she dozes off.
>Well, you have these two comfy pillows in your face.
>You suppose you could take a quick nap too.

.............

>You awaken sometime later.
>Sonata is still sleeping.
>Hopefully not for much longer.
>It's not that you mind having her tits smushed in your face.
>You just don't want to waste a day off.
>Feeling an eerie presence, you look to your left.
>You see Aria looking at you with a raised eyebrow, and a smirk on her face.
"Mmmf mmf mmf..."
>Right... 
>You raise your head up from Sonata's cleavage.
"How long have you been there."
>"Not long. I just got back from work."
>You see she's still in her work uniform.
>You swear, this is some McDowell's shit right here.
>"At first I thought you two were actually 'getting busy' right here in the living room."
"Maybe we will. When we get bored of our rooms."
>"Pfft! I'd prefer if you just used HER room. I hate being woken up by the two of you."
"Oh, come on. You know you love it."
>She shoves your shoulder.
>"Do not!"
"Do too! Hell. I bet you rub yourself furiously, imagining that you're in on the action."
>She averts your gaze.
>"No..."
"Mhmm. You probably save up your orgasm until I climax so it's like you're cumming with me."
>"I..."
>Crossing her arms, she begins to blush.
"And you lap up the remnants of your fluids on your fingers as Sonata and I sloppily make out in a post coital bliss."
>"You're the-"
>You place your finger on her lips to shush her.
"Shhhh. Don't ruin this beautiful moment."
>She shoves you once more.
>"You jerk! I'm gonna go take a shower. But we need to talk afterwards."
"Fine."
>She gets up and walks off.
>Though she seems tense.
>Hm. You can only wonder why.

>Reveling in your victory brings you back to reality. 
>You figure nap time is over.
"All right, sleeping beauty. Time to get up!"
>You give her ass cheeks a good smack.
>*WHAP!*
>"AH! Anon? Why."
"As much as I love cuddling with you. We can't be doing this all day. Look. We're still in our-"
>"Sleepy clothes?"
"Yes. Sleepy clothes."
>"I guess you're right. How long was I out."
>Looking at the clock on the wall...
"Two hours. That's a good length for a nap."
>She slowly gets off of you.
>Damn. You feel cold now.
>"Still though, that was kinda mean, Anon. Waking me up like that."
>Evil Sonata - 11
>You - 1
"Oh, don't even act like you didn't enjoy it."
>"Okay. Maybe I liked it a little."
"There's the freaky Sonata I know and love."
>She grins happily.
>"Well. I'm gonna go and take another nap. I-I mean devise some sort of evil scheme. You know. Because I'm totally evil now. Grrr."
>She gently 'claws' at you.
"Yeah. You go and do that."
>"Maybe I will."
"That's fine. It WAS your idea after all."
>"And It's a good idea."
"I'm not saying that it wasn't."
>"Then why are you trying to stop me."
"I'm not."
>"Maybe your just jealous of my evilness."
"I can assure you, I-"
>"Or maybe you're ready to beg for mercy."
>You deadpan so hard at her.
>"Well, Too bad. You can expect even more evil from here on out. Oh, and before I forget... Unexpected hug!"
>Not even this hug can clear your deadpan state of mind.
>She skips away to her room.
"I expected that hug, by the way!"
>She slowly comes back with a saddened demeanor.
>You feel kind of bad now.
"... Fine. I didn't expect it."
>Just like that. She cheers up.
>"Haha! Evilness!"
>She proceeds to skip back to her room again.

>Wow. You don't know how this beer got in your hand, but you fucking needed it.
>"You're welcome."
>You turn your head and find Adagio sitting right next to you.
>Doing the proper thing, you raise your glass, and give her an approving nod.
>She smiles as she clinks her glass with yours 
"You knew she'd be like this, didn't you."
>She scoffs.
>"In a way. Yes. Sonata is certainly... quirky. However, she's never been this hyper before."
"Hm. Adagio? Was she ever good at being evil?"
>She takes a swig of her drink.
>"Mhmm. Only when it came to executing our plans. Singing, and the like. Otherwise... She was a headache."
>She continues after taking a sip.
>"But now, without our powers, she's just a harmless excitable little puppy."
"That's actually a good analogy for her."
>"When you've spent an untold amount of time with the two of those idiots..."
>She shudders
>"N-never mind. Let's get lost in some 'low quality entertainment'."
>She smiles at you.
>It looks like you're rubbing off on her.
"I couldn't have said it better myself."
>Once again, you clink your glasses together.
>In order to get more comfortable, she's about to put her feet in your lap.
>Then, you see it.
"W-whoa! Hold up!"
>You grab her legs to keep them elevated, as she stares at you with a shocked expression.
"Your boots are still on."
>You slip them off and place them on the floor.
"Okay. Proceed."
>She resumes by softly placing her feet down on your lap.
>"Huh. I completely forgot I was wearing them. Sorry, Anon."
"No worries. I'm just glad I caught that. Otherwise..."
>She winces.
>"Yeah."
>You both share a sensible chuckle.
>Her boots have spikes on the back of them.
>You're not sure if they're sharp or not, but either way, you don't want any part of that.
>Then you two proceed to watch dumb infomercials
>It's just something you two do for some reason.
>You drink while sharing commentary about useless products and the idiots selling them.
>And all the while you never questioned nor bothered her about her drinking.
>She always seemed wise beyond her years.
>So you figured she's mature enough to make her own decisions.

.....................................

>Roughly half an hour later, and you decide to lay down.
>Sonata was right. Maybe another nap would be a good idea.
>You fall asleep as soon as you hit the pillow.
>And you dream away.
>An unknown amount of time passes, and a feeling of pressure on your lower torso to your legs causes you to awaken.
>Opening up your eyes, you see a blurry blue form.
>Rubbing the sleepiness out, you see it's Sonata who is on top of you.
"Sonata?"
>"Hey, Anon!"
"I thought you were napping."
>"I was. But then I got hungry. So I went to the kitchen and I found this bag of gummy worms in the pantry, And I thought we could share them."
>She shows you said bag.
>That's cute.
"You know. This doesn't sound like an evil thing to do, Sonata."
>She smiles.
>"Oh, I already took care of that."
>She shows you the front of the bag, and on it, she drew angry eyebrows and goatees on the cartoon worms.
>And she crossed out the title 'Gummy Worms' and wrote 'Anon's bane'.
>You look up at her, trying to deadpan, but you can't help but smile.
"That's actually pretty clever. Stupid. But, clever."
>She smiles.
>"I knew you'd like it."
"So how long do you intend on keeping up with this whole 'being evil' thing."
>She looks up in thought.
>"I dunno. Probably until you surrender."
>Obligatory French joke?
>Nah. Too easy.
"Yeah. Not happening, Sweetness."
>She stifles a laugh.
>"Just give it time. You'll rue the day you crossed me! Mwahahaha!"
>That was just about as over-dramatic as it gets.
>You actually half expected lighting to strike outside.
"Damn... What did I do to deserve this."
>Crossing her arms, she looks at you playfully.
>"I'm not sure, but It's probably all your fault."
>Suddenly a sleepy idea comes to mind.
"Hm. I wasn't quite done with my nap. I think I'll finish it up. And I'm taking you with me."
>"What do you- AH!"
>You grab her in a tight hug, and lay back down.
>"Anon? What are you doing."
"If you're gonna be evil, then I'll just be an aggressive cuddler. Goodnight."
>"U-uh, jokes on you. I was also gonna finish my nap at this very moment."
"No you weren't."
>As she lets out a little whine, you let the sleepy feeling take you.
>Not before feeling her adjust herself so she's in a more comfortable position.

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*The Punch Line*

>It's about noon-ish. 
>You're just finishing up folding your laundry.
>Work clothes don't wash themselves, ya know?
>Or fold themselves, in this case.
>Feeling a mighty thirst, you head to the kitchen.
>From the counter, you see Sonata and Aria are watching some kind of a drama.
>Criminal Minds or something like that.
>You open the fridge and to your surprise, you see a container full of red stuff.
>It wasn't there this morning.
>You wonder what it could be.
>Kool-aid, perhaps?
>The possibilities are endless.
>Even though you only thought of one thing.
>Grabbing a cup, you pour yourself some mystery liquid.
>You bring it to your nose.
>Hm. Smells sweet.
>You take a swig of it and...
>Mystery solved!
>It's the best fruit punch you've ever tasted!
>So much so, you have to tell the world.
>A.K.A. Your roommates.
"Wow! Whoever made this, really knows about good fruit punch."
>They both look at you and then quickly turn their attention back to the TV.
>Thinking that was just a harmless shout out, you pour more punch and take it back to your room.
>What you didn't see is the smug look on Aria's face.
>And the scowl on Sonata's face.
>You unknowingly decided the victor in a little bout between the two.

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>As you finish cleaning your room, you can't help but feel like you're being watched.
>Fact is, you are.
>Unbeknownst to you, Sonata is standing at your doorway, giving you a death stare. 
>That is, until you turn around, and finally notice her.
>It does give you quite a scare.
"Whoa! Uh, Hey, Sonata. What's up."
>She just glares at you.
>You want to say something, but you know she's gonna start eventually.
>"So. You really liked Aria's fruit punch, huh?"
"Yeah it was amazing. Probably the best I've ever had."
>"So that means you like it better than mine?! H-how can you... T-that's so mean of you, Anon. After all the times I've been so evil to you, this is how you repay me?"
>Sonata logic.
"Well, first off, I don't think that has anything to with judging how good punch is. But more importantly, I've actually never tried your fruit punch."
>She goes from an angry to a shocked expression.
>"*gasp* You're right! I-I'll be right back!"
>She runs out of your room, probably heading towards the kitchen.
>Out of instinct, you stay standing where you are.
>You hear her rummaging through the cabinets, and the fridge.
>"WAAAH! We don't have any fruit punch ingredients!"
>By the pitter patter of her sock-clad feet, you hear Sonata quickly making her way back to your room.
>"Anon?"
"Yes, Sonata?"
>"Caaaan we go shopping? Please~?"
>This girl...

............

>On the way there, she crossed her arms, trying to stay mad at you, but then not even a block into the drive, and she sees somebody walking a puppy.
>From then on, she would not stop talking about how cute it was, how you should buy a puppy, and then she goes through a long list of what she would name it.
>You suppose it's better than undeserved over-dramatic awkward silence.
>However once you got inside the store, her whole demeanor changed.
>It was time to get down to business, you suppose.
>"Alright, Anon. I'm gonna go grab the ingredients. You wait here. I'll be right back."
>She had a pretty nice authoritative tone in her voice.
>But, as soon as gets about halfway to the produce section, you go grab a cart and follow her anyways.
>Your Sonata Sense is tingling.
>When you finally turn the corner into produce, you see her struggling to carry a sizable selection of fruits along with her cell phone.
>"A-Anon! H-help!"
>With not a word, you push the cart right into position and the fruit lands sort of safely inside.
>"Thanks. I was just about to text you to come over and help me."
>You pat her on the head.
"Oh, Sonata. I can just tell when you're about to get into some trouble. Call it a sixth sense."
>"That's silly. I'm not a ghost, Anon."
>... Really?
"L-let's just get the rest of the ingredients, shall we?"
>"Yeah! This is gonna be so great. It's gonna be so much better than mean ol' Aria's fruit punch."
>You both walk to the juice aisle, and you stop short to grab some apple juice, because why the hell not.
>When you look up at Sonata, she's standing in front of the grape juices
>Not just standing, she's completely locked up.
>Staring at the various purple, white, red containers.
>Her mouth is moving like she's talking to herself.
>It's kind of unsettling.
"Hey, Sonata."
>"H-huh?"
"You all right?"
>"O-oh. Yeah. I was just deciding which juice to use. I think I'll go with white grape juice."
"Okay then. We good to go?"
>She looks at the cart for a quick moment.
>"Mmmhmm! This should just about do it."
>You head to one of the checkout lanes and do the damn thing.

..............

>Once you get back to your apartment, you set all of the ingredients on the kitchen counter.
>"Thanks, Anon. Now shoo! I gotta work my magic."
>She lightly pushes you out of the kitchen.
"All right, all right. I'm just gonna watch a movie then."
>"But, Anon. The living room is just right there."
>True. It is just in front of the kitchen.
>"You'll be able so see me making the punch. And then everything will be ruined."
>She looks at you with her notorious sad puppy eyes.
>Not sure how that'll ruin anything, but whatever.
"... Fair enough. I'll be in my room then."
>"Yay! Thanks!"
>She gives you a tight hug.
"U-uh. Sure thing."
>You head to your room, unsure of how to kill time.
>Or in that regard, how much time to kill.
>Eh. You'll figure something out.

......

>You are Sonata.
>And you're gonna make the betterest fruit punch ever!
>You'll even patent that word with your recipe.
>When they ask you as to what that means. It's simple. 
>It's 'BETTER' than Aria's punch.
>And it'll be the 'bEST' punch! Like, in the whole two worlds that you're aware of.
>This one and the pony one.

>"You're so pathetic, Sonata. You should have just accepted defeat."
>You turn around and find the purpletrator of the crime.
>You think that's what's it's called.
"I haven't lost anything yet. Anon hasn't even tried MY fruit punch yet. So there!"
>You stick your tongue out to add salt to the fire.
>Aria slowly walks to the counter and checks the ingredients.
>"You should quit while you're ahead. Lest you wanna poison poor Anon." 
"Pfft! What do you know about good... Oh, Wait."
>Aria just grins at you.
"Well. You just wait. I'm gonna make betterest punch than you!"
>"That's not even a word."
"Not yet it isn't. Not until I patent my amazing punch. And then everyone will be... um... Amazed!"
>"Yeah. Amazed at how quickly their stomach contents can be emptied."
>That one hurt.
"ADAGIO! I'm trying to make fruit punch, but Aria won't leave me alone!"
>"Aria. Leave Sonata alone." She shouts from her room.
>Once again you stick out your tongue at Aria.
>It's kind of a fun thing to do.
>"Psh. What a baby."
"I'm gonna tell Adagio that you called me a baby."
>"Fine. I'll leave you be. Actually, I don't even have to bother you, or sabotage your punch."
>She grins in an evil way.
>Like super real evil.
>"No. I think you'll just mess it up yourself. And I'll be there to see you fall."
>With an equally super evil chortle, she walks off.
>"I'm not gonna mess it up... *sniff* I-I'll make the best punch ever. And Anon will be super impressed..."
>You don't know who you're talking to anymore.
>But it felt good to reassure yourself.
>No time for this!
>You're almost done.
>You just have to add the finishing touches, And... Done!
>You look at the glass pitcher, witch holds your wonderful creation.
"This! This is so perfect!"
>You're practically giddy Like a little school girl.
>If that school girl was actually a little school siren.
>With a cute little backpack.
>Some cute little school books.
>Ooh! And also some cute litt- Okay. You better go get Anon before you get lost in your thoughts again.
"Anon! It's ready!"

.......................

>You are Anon.
>As you hear Sonata call your name, you take one last look at your loosing hand.
>You've been playing Poker with Adagio.
>You knew you could find something to pass the time.
>There was just one tiny problem.
>She's really good.
>Which is really bad.
>For you.
>You're glad clothing wasn't involved.
"That's time. Let's call this a draw, eh?"
>"Hmph. Lucky, lucky Anon. Saved by the bell."
>She counts all of the money she won from you.
>You should be mad.
>But, the way she checks every dollar, it's so sultry.
>Just like damn near everything else she does.
"Just don't spend that in one place, ya hear?"
>"Awww. But that's no fun."
>She playfully pouts.
>You shake your head a bit, and make your way to the kitchen.

>Not even two steps out of your room and you are hit with the aroma of so many sweet fruity smells.
>This can mean only one thing.
>The kitchen is a mess.
>A kin to some kind of a science experiment gone wrong.
>As you turn your attention from the messy counters and cabinets, you see Sonata wearing a lab coat.
"Sonata?"
>"I know. Sorry it took so long. But I put all of my care, attention and my, ~Love~, in this fruit punch."
>She hands you the glass of said punch.
>It does look good.
>It's a dull red-orange color, filled with fruit bits and little bubbles from the blending process.
>She even garnished it with a little umbrella with a little evil smiley face drawn on the top.
>Her usual 'evil' touch.
>Adorable.
>Taking a deep breath, you bring the glass to your lips.
>You can see Sonata in front of you, damn near having a panic attack.
>She's sweating bullets, as she bites her lip, and grabs on to her ponytail.
>Aria is watching you like a hawk. With probably the same murderous intent should she not like your choice.
>You take a hearty swig and...
>You go stiff.
"... Holy shit!"
>"AHA! I knew you were gonna poison him, Sonata!"
>"B-but... *sniff* I-I did *sniff* everything right, this t-time... I just know I d-did."
>"Looks like your best just isn't good enough."
>Sonata dives at you and holds on to your waist.
>"I'm *sniff* s-sorry A-Anon! I *hic* I didn't mean to poison you! I didn't *hic* mean *snif* A-*hic*-all of the evil things I was d-doing! I-I promise I'll *sniff* never do anything evil a-again!"
>She's sobbing into your stomach, your shirt soaks up her tears.
>Finally you break yourself out of your trance.
>You look down to Sonata, whose face is still pressed into your torso.
>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-*gasp*"
>With not a word, you place your hands on her tear stained cheeks, and tilt her face up to meet your gaze.
"Sonata. I'm going to be completely honest."
>She grips your sides tightly, waiting to be reprimanded.
"Aria's punch was the best punch I've ever had."
>Her saddened face almost breaks your heart.
>"Ooh! Sorry, Sonata. Too bad so sad."
"That was past tense, Aria. It WAS the best. Sonata's punch is the clear winner."
>"What!?"
>"B-but *sniff* I thought I poisoned you."
"I was just shocked at how good it was. I mean, it tasted like Hawaiian Punch, Which I didn't even know was possible with natural ingredients."
>"Hold on. Let me try that."
>Aria grabs your glass and takes a sip.
>"Hold on. This tastes just your regular crappy punch, but with alcohol."
"Yeah, That bit of rum I tasted, It sure as hell made all the difference for me."
>She wipes the remainder of her tears with her sleeve.
>"Yeah. *sniff* I knew you'd enjoy a kick of liquor. Because we've spent so much time together that... *sniff* I... I know what you like."
>Your heart!
"That's... That's really sweet, Sonata." 
>You give her a hug.
>She coos as she returns your hug with fervor.
>"My god, you two. This is actually starting to make me physically ill. I'm outta here."
>"Oh, You're just being a sore loser."
>Sonata sticks her tongue out at Aria as she walks out of the kitchen and then gets back to hugging you.

>Later that night you find yourself cuddling with Sonata, while watching TV.
>Something was bugging you all day, and you couldn't place it.
>Until it finally dawns on you.
"Sonata?"
>"Hmm?"
"I know this is kinda late but, for the record, I don't want you to stop being evil to me."
>"Good, because I wasn't gonna stop anyways. Because that's the evil thing to do."
"I'm actually really glad to hear that."
>"In fact. I was gonna poisonous gummy worm in your shoe tomorrow." 
"Really?"
>"Yup. It's perfect! Because then you'd totally be inconvenienced by having to take time out of your day to deal with such a sinister creature."
"That does sound pretty terrible. Where would you even acquire such a beast."
>"The most evil store in the world, obviously."
>Wal-Mart?
"Well, I promise I won't be looking forward to it."
>"Great! It's gonna be so awful that you're gonna bow down to me and be like 'oh, Sonata. My evil queen, I submit to you and your amazing evilness'."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Sweetness. Whatever you say."
>You kiss her head, eliciting a giggle from her, as she snuggles further against you.


*[Finally done with this damn one shot. If another story is done, it'll be non-Sonata focused. I promise. Maybe.]*
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