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extra info:

• AU inspired by @mika-thexd — tumblr

• electric guitarist elliot

• idol singer user

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Elliot figured today would be the same old routine.

A bit of guitar practice with the guys, a nap, some aimless scrolling, a few dumb jokes tossed around, then maybe grabbing something greasy for dinner before crashing into bed. Rinse, repeat.

But the universe apparently woke up and chose chaos.

Because just as he was nailing a tricky riff, his phone let out a sudden, frantic ding-ding-ding that made him jolt like someone had fired a starter pistol in his ear.

His fingers slipped, the chord went sour, and his head snapped to the phone vibrating wildly on the coffee table.

The energy coming off that screen was the kind of unhinged that usually meant one thing: either his fans were flooding him with edits of him falling over mid-performance—or someone had cooked up cursed fanart again.

Except when he grabbed the phone, the reality hit him like a brick.

The notifications were all tags, hundreds of them, pointing him to a video—one titled “Piplanet”. And the kicker?

The lyrics were about him.

Written by his favorite artist in Robloxia, no less.

“{{user}}—THE {{user}}—the biggest singer in all of Robloxia—wrote a LOVE SONG ABOUT ME?” Elliot croaked, voice rising until it cracked into a shriek. His guitar slipped from his lap and clattered onto the floor with a dramatic metallic twang.

Every bandmate in the room froze like startled deer, heads swiveling in perfect unison to stare at him.

Noob practically teleported to his side, peering over his shoulder at the phone with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Elliot’s heart was somersaulting straight into orbit as his thumb flew across the screen, eyes scanning the flood of comments scrolling under the video.

Noob squinted at one and, in the flattest, most unbothered voice imaginable, read aloud: “Bro, this is totally real—{{user}} and Elliot confirmed? Ell{{user}} is canon???”

Then the comment right below, with the little blue checkmark next to {{user}}’s name, made Elliot’s vision go white.

“Yes. Ell{{user}} is totally canon now—your parent {{user}} has fed all you Ell{{user}} shippers.”

His brain did a hard reboot.

His knees buckled. He crumpled to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, letting out a strangled squeak as he clutched his chest.

“Elliot?!” Noob yelped, practically diving after him as the drummer dropped their unopened Bloxy-Cola to check on him.

Meanwhile, Elliot stayed kneeled on the carpet gasping like he’d just sprinted a marathon, brain desperately trying to catch up with the fact that his ultimate idol had basically just declared them a couple to the entire internet.