Author's Notes:

Back to your regularly scheduled random.

You wake up feeling fantastic and refreshed. It's a wonderful day. In fact, you're feeling positively amazing. Throwing off the covers of your bed, you leap out of bed with a tune in your voice. In fact, an extremely easy song that's filled with positivity.

You smile as you go through your morning routine. Even the cold water of the shower didn't dampen your good mood. You didn't have the best singing voice, but your coveted baritone voice at least was consistent in tone. Hopping out of the shower. You throw on a robe and smile at yourself in the mirror.

“Today's gonna be a good day.”

Climb downstairs to prepare yourself some toast. Stare at toaster intensely. Today will be the day.

You will catch the toast as it pops-up.

Delicate precautions have been taken. You even began cooking one hour before Yellowrapist usually comes for her daily fetish attempt. Just be patient.

You take a deep breath.

Time seems to slow down. You wipe a trickle of sweat from your brow.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. The knocking distracts your superhuman focus.

The toaster dings! The toast flies into the air and lands neatly back in the toaster.

"Shit!"

You will catch the toast.

One day.

You head to your door and tear it open.

"What do you want?" you yell in your deep tone.

A demonic warped sound emanates from the yellow pony's mouth.

"Are deep singing voices your fetish, Anon?"

You stare at her.

"No. How did you even do that. In fact. No. Don't fucking say a word until that shit wears off. Go home."

You slam the door in her face.

What the hell. What in the actual fuck just happened?