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OCT and the Extremely Serious Office Chair Grand Prix

Monday mornings were supposed to be organised.

Rich had a schedule.

Kellie, the fandom manager, had colour-coded spreadsheets.

Luke had a coffee.

Vinny had somehow brought a tiny desk fan "for dramatic effect."

Peter had...

...an office chair.

On wheels.

Rich looked up just in time to see Peter push off from one end of the rehearsal hall and glide majestically across the floor.

"Peter."

No response.

"Peter."

Still no response.

"Peter!"

The chair spun in a full circle.

"WHEEEEE!"

Rich closed his eyes.

"It's nine-thirty in the morning."

---

Kellie walked in carrying a stack of fan mail.

She stopped.

Peter rolled silently past her.

Luke gave a small wave.

Vinny was timing Peter with the stopwatch on his phone.

Rich looked like he was mentally writing his resignation.

Kellie took one look around.

"...I've missed something, haven't I?"

Luke nodded.

"It escalated quickly."

---

"What," Kellie asked carefully, "is happening?"

Peter grinned.

"We're testing aerodynamics."

"You are sitting in an office chair."

"A very fast office chair."

Vinny held up his stopwatch.

"Current speed record: four-point-three metres per second."

Luke added,

"He nearly took out the snack table."

"I *did* take out the snack table."

"That is true."

---

Rich clapped his hands.

"Enough."

Everyone froze.

"We have rehearsal in twenty minutes."

Peter slowly raised a hand.

"...Can rehearsal include racing?"

"No."

"What if it improves morale?"

"No."

"What if—"

"No."

---

Five minutes later...

Rich left the room to answer a phone call.

The second the door clicked shut—

Peter whispered,

"Chair Grand Prix."

Luke sighed.

"We absolutely shouldn't."

Vinny was already setting up empty water bottles as a slalom course.

Kellie looked between them.

"I have a terrible feeling I'm about to encourage this."

Peter handed her another office chair.

"You can either race..."

"...or officiate."

Kellie stared at the chair.

"...Fine."

"I'll officiate."

---

She grabbed a clipboard.

"Right."

"Three laps."

"No pushing."

"No crashing."

"No deliberately distracting other racers."

Peter slowly lowered the rubber chicken he'd found somewhere backstage.

"Specific."

"I know you."

---

The race began.

Luke pushed off first.

Smooth.

Controlled.

Professional.

Peter launched himself with both feet and immediately spun sideways.

Vinny somehow overtook everyone by using tiny, rapid shuffles.

Kellie blew a whistle she'd found in a drawer.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY!"

---

Lap Two.

Peter attempted a dramatic overtake.

Instead...

...his chair hit a loose cable.

The chair stopped.

Peter did not.

He slid gracefully across the polished floor like a curling stone.

Straight between Luke's legs.

Luke blinked.

"...Ten points for style."

---

Then Vinny got ambitious.

"I can drift this corner."

"You absolutely cannot," Luke replied.

Vinny tried anyway.

The chair performed an elegant 180-degree spin...

...and rolled backwards.

He crossed the finish line facing the wrong direction.

Kellie consulted her clipboard.

"I'm giving style points."

---

Just then...

The rehearsal hall door opened.

Rich walked in.

Silence.

Peter was upside down in a beanbag.

Luke was somehow wearing a bicycle helmet.

Vinny had tied a tea towel around his neck like a racing scarf.

Kellie was holding a clipboard that now read:

**OFFICIAL OCT CHAIR CHAMPIONSHIP**

Rich looked around the room.

"..."

"..."

"...Why is there a finish line made out of gaffer tape?"

Nobody answered.

---

Rich sighed.

"I'm going to ask one question."

Peter nodded solemnly.

"Fair."

"Who started this?"

Every single person pointed at someone else.

Peter pointed at Vinny.

Vinny pointed at Luke.

Luke pointed at Peter.

Kellie pointed at all three simultaneously.

Rich nodded.

"Exactly what I expected."

---

He turned to leave.

Then stopped.

Looked back.

Looked at the office chair.

Looked at the taped finish line.

Peter noticed.

Luke noticed.

Vinny noticed.

Kellie noticed.

Peter smiled.

"...One lap?"

Rich laughed.

"No."

Peter looked disappointed.

Rich walked over to the chair.

Everyone watched in silence.

Rich sat down.

Adjusted the height.

Placed both feet on the floor.

"This is ridiculous."

He gave one gentle push.

The chair rolled smoothly across the room.

Peter applauded.

Luke applauded.

Vinny stood up cheering.

Kellie dramatically wrote on her clipboard:

**NEW PARTICIPANT ENTERED**

Rich rolled to a stop.

"...That wasn't a race."

Peter nodded.

"So you'll be doing three laps next?"

"I absolutely will not."

---

Ten minutes later, a member of the venue staff walked past the rehearsal room.

They glanced through the window.

Inside, four office chairs were racing around a course of water bottles while Kellie shouted things like:

"NO CUTTING THE CHICANE!"

Rich, despite all his earlier protests, was leading the pack with an expression of intense concentration.

The staff member quietly kept walking.

They'd worked with touring bands before.

Some questions simply didn't need answers.

OCT x Ninja Sex Party – "Quest for the Last Chicken Nugget"

Nobody knew who thought it was a good idea to put OCT and Ninja Sex Party on the same stage.

Some blamed Luke.

Some blamed Danny.

Everyone blamed Rich for not stopping it.

The collaboration started as a simple joke during a festival. Luke casually challenged Danny to "write the dumbest song in rock history." Danny accepted before Luke even finished the sentence, while Brian (Ninja Brian) silently pulled out a notebook already titled "Operation Nugget." Within minutes, Peter was wearing a knight's helmet made from a popcorn bucket, Vinny had somehow acquired a battle axe from the merch table, and Rich was desperately trying to convince everyone that no, the venue's insurance would not cover jousting.

The song they wrote was a ten-minute comedy rock opera called "Quest for the Last Chicken Nugget."

According to the lyrics, the final chicken nugget in existence had been stolen by a fire-breathing raccoon wizard riding a shopping cart through space. Naturally, the only way to save civilization was for OCT and Ninja Sex Party to assemble the most unqualified team of heroes imaginable. Luke wielded the legendary Guitar of Mild Inconvenience, Danny carried the Sacred Sauce Chalice, Peter rode into battle on an office chair, Vinny challenged every monster to a dance-off, while Rich spent the entire adventure shouting, "CAN WE PLEASE JUST READ THE MAP?"

Every chorus ended with thousands of fans screaming:

«"ONE NUGGET! ONE DESTINY!
WHO WILL CLAIM THE CRISPY GLORY?
DIP IT HIGH! DIP IT LOW!
TO THE DRIVE-THRU WE SHALL GO!"»

Halfway through the performance, Ninja Brian silently defeated the raccoon wizard using nothing but aggressive eye contact and a kazoo. Nobody questioned it. The raccoon simply nodded in respect and handed over the nugget.

The finale was complete chaos. Confetti cannons exploded. Giant inflatable dinosaurs appeared from backstage for reasons no one could explain. Rich accidentally crowd-surfed after being launched by a trampoline Peter insisted was "essential to the plot." Luke and Danny harmonized like they were performing the greatest rock anthem ever written—even though they were passionately singing about barbecue sauce and expired coupons.

When the music stopped, the audience stood in stunned silence for exactly three seconds.

Then the arena erupted into applause.

Music critics called it "utter nonsense."

Fans called it "the greatest collaboration of all time."

Rich called it "the longest HR incident I've ever survived."

To this day, no one remembers who actually ate the last chicken nugget.

But every OCT and Ninja Sex Party fan agrees on one thing:

If that song ever became real, they'd know every word by heart.

Luke, The UK, and The Batman Situation

Nobody knew how Luke managed to get lost in the UK.

It was supposed to be a simple trip. Get food, find his way back to the hotel, maybe buy some weird souvenir that Rich would make fun of later. Instead, Luke somehow ended up three towns away, standing in the rain with a dead phone and absolutely no idea where he was. "I'm pretty sure I passed this same sheep three times," he said to himself, staring at the field like it had personally betrayed him.

Back at the hotel, Rich noticed Luke was missing and immediately went into full problem-solving mode. While everyone else was panicking, Rich calmly picked up his phone and said, "I know someone." Nobody questioned it. They probably should have.

Twenty minutes later, a shadow appeared.

A dramatic cape.

A mysterious voice.

A guy who definitely did not need to be there.

Batman.

Luke stared in disbelief as Batman appeared out of nowhere and said, "Rich asked me to find you."

"RICH KNOWS BATMAN?!" Luke yelled.

Batman simply nodded and disappeared into the night, leaving Luke standing there wondering if he had just hallucinated the entire thing.

When Luke finally made it back to the hotel, Peter and Vinny were waiting.

"You're telling us Batman saved you?" Peter asked.

"Yes."

"And Rich sent him?" Vinny asked.

"YES."

They both laughed.

"Luke," Peter said, patting his shoulder, "we love you, but you got lost in the UK. You probably got saved by a guy dressed as Batman for tourists."

Luke was offended.

Deeply offended.

So offended that he decided he had only one option.

He had to prove it.

The next day, Luke intentionally wandered away from the group again.

"Luke, where are you going?" Vinny yelled.

"To prove a point."

"That is the dumbest sentence you've ever said."

Luke walked until he found himself in the most suspicious alley possible, looked around dramatically, and whispered, "Okay Rich... let's see if you're actually connected to Batman."

Five seconds later, a smoke bomb exploded.

Batman appeared.

Peter and Vinny froze.

Batman looked at Luke.

Then looked at the two guys staring in shock.

"Rich said you two wouldn't believe him."

Vinny's mouth dropped open.

Peter slowly pointed at Luke.

"YOU GOT YOURSELF LOST TWICE JUST TO PROVE A THEORY?!"

Luke shrugged.

"Was I right?"

Batman disappeared.

The three of them stood there silently.

Finally, Vinny looked at Peter.

"...Rich is definitely Batman."

From across the street, Rich sighed.

"I am never telling them anything again."

And somewhere in Gotham, Batman smiled.

Because honestly?

Even he thought Luke was ridiculous.

Swift Wipe Shorts

A Frictionless Love

By Annabelle Marie

I've been part of the OCT fandom for years, so trust me when I say we notice everything. New guitar picks? We notice. Rich wearing a different pair of clogs? We notice. Luke changing one lyric during a show? We definitely notice.
So when Rich suddenly started hanging around Ksuee—the girl who runs the fandom site—we all noticed.
At first, it was little things. Rich would somehow always end up standing next to her before shows. He'd save her a seat during soundcheck, bring her a bottle of water before she even realized she needed one, and somehow he'd smile a little bigger whenever she walked into the room. Ksuee never seemed to realize what was happening. She'd blush whenever Rich complimented her, laugh at every terrible joke he made, and then go right back to updating the fandom page like nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, the rest of us had turned it into a full-blown investigation.
"There he goes again," someone would type in the Discord. "Rich just looked at her like she personally invented pizza."
Another fan replied, "He literally crossed backstage just to hand her a hoodie. That man is GONE."
Even the band seemed to know. Peter would disappear whenever Rich and Ksuee started talking, Vinny would walk by wearing the biggest grin imaginable, and Luke once loudly announced, "If you two don't go on a date soon, the fandom is going to schedule one for you."
The funniest part? Neither of them denied it. They'd just laugh, glance at each other, and immediately look away with matching smiles.
Maybe they were just friends.
Maybe they were too shy to admit there was something more.
Or maybe—just maybe—they were waiting until the timing felt right.
Whatever the truth was, the entire OCT fandom had silently agreed on one thing:
If anyone deserved a love story that started backstage and grew into something unforgettable, it was Rich and Ksuee.
And honestly?
We're all rooting for them.

(Please do not hate me for this. I know you love the boys and support all of them. You just never miss one of Rich's lives and talk to him. You genuinely seem interested in Rich as a person and not as OCT's stage director. Also, you are so so pretty. Cant wait to meet you in person! )

P.s I know the guys will see this, so if you want to change your name in it totally fine. Im not sure if you're seeing anyone or anything of that nature. Love you! K bye!

The Laundry Maid (a song submission)

By Allie

So, I saw you nad someone complaining in chat about laundry and how gross it is. And tried to channel my inner OCT to write a song about it for the guys. I know it'll probably never get to them but what the hey? You know? Also love your style! Cant wait to see if the guys go with any of your designs! I really like the "crippled by the stress" shirt design!

Anyway here the song:
"Laundry Legend"

Verse 1
I woke up this morning, saw the mountain on the floor,
A pile of clothes taller than the bedroom door.
Socks disappeared, nobody knows where they went,
One hoodie in the corner has been there since ‘99.

I said, "Today is the day, I'm taking control,"
I grabbed the basket like a hero with a goal.
The dryer started screaming, the lights began to flash,
I knew this wasn't laundry...

THIS WAS A BATTLE FOR THE LAST CLEAN PAIR OF PANTS.

Pre-Chorus
Turn up the music, clear the room,
I'm about to make these towels go boom.
Everybody laughed, everybody doubted me—

But they don't know the power of a perfectly folded tee.

CHORUS
I'M A LAUNDRY LEGEND!
FOLDING LIKE I OWN THE WORLD!
STACK SO HIGH, THEY TOUCH THE SKY,
MY SOCKS ARE FINALLY IN A PEACEFUL LIFE!

HEY! HEY! DON'T INTERRUPT!
I'M ON A FOLDING MISSION, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
FROM THE DIRTY PILE TO THE CLEAN CLOSET—
THIS IS THE GREATEST COMEBACK WE'VE EVER WITNESSED!

Verse 2
Luke walked in and said, "Dude, what's going on?"
I said, "I'm fighting a war that has lasted too long."
Peter brought snacks because that's his only skill,
Vinny made a TikTok and it went viral still.

Rich looked at the basket and shook his head,
"How did a sock end up under the bed?"
But then he grabbed a towel and joined the fight—
Because nobody folds fitted sheets alone at night.

Bridge
(Everyone chanting)

"ONE MORE SHIRT!"

"ONE MORE SOCK!"

"ONE MORE LOAD BEFORE WE ROCK!"

The washer spins!

The dryer screams!

THE CLEAN CLOTHES ARE LIVING THEIR DREAMS!

FINAL CHORUS
I'M A LAUNDRY LEGEND!
THE FOLDED KING OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT!
NO MORE CHAOS, NO MORE FEAR—
MY DRAWERS ARE FINALLY ORGANIZED THIS YEAR!

HEY! HEY! TURN IT UP!
WE GOT CLEAN CLOTHES AND WE'RE PROUD OF US!
FROM THE BASKET TO THE CLOSET TO THE END OF THE DAY—
WE FOLDED OUR LAUNDRY...

AND WE SAVED THE WORLD TODAY.

(The crowd screams. Rich holds up a perfectly folded fitted sheet. Everyone loses their minds.)

The Curse of the Broken Heart

By Sebastian

The night Rich chose Ksuee, something inside Peter shattered.

For years, Peter believed that he and Rich were meant to stand together against the world. He thought their bond was unbreakable, that nothing and no one could come between them. Then Ksuee appeared—and suddenly Rich’s laughter belonged to someone else, his time belonged to someone else, and his heart belonged to someone else.

Peter watched from the shadows as Rich and Ksuee walked together beneath the moonlight, their hands intertwined.

“You chose her…” Peter whispered, his voice filled with pain. “After everything I did for you.”

Rich had tried to explain. He had told Peter that love was not a debt, that feelings could not be commanded. But Peter didn’t hear reason anymore. All he heard was rejection.

And rejection turned into hatred.

That same night, Peter traveled beyond the edge of the kingdom, through forests where the trees twisted like ancient claws and the air itself seemed to whisper secrets. He was searching for someone forbidden—someone whose name people only spoke in fear.

Luke the Mystic.

Legends said Luke could bend fate itself. He could summon storms, awaken forgotten magic, and place curses that could follow a person for a lifetime. But every spell demanded a price.

When Peter finally reached Luke’s hidden tower, he found the old mystic surrounded by glowing runes and shadows that moved on their own.

“Why have you come?” Luke asked.

Peter’s eyes burned with anger. “I want Ksuee to lose what she stole from me.”

Luke studied him carefully. “You seek revenge against someone who was only loved?”

“She took him away,” Peter said.

“No,” Luke replied. “Rich made a choice.”

But Peter refused to listen.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Give me the curse.”

Luke raised his hand, and the room shook with dark magic.

“A curse born from jealousy will not simply hurt her,” Luke warned. “It will test you as well. Hatred always finds its way back to the person who creates it.”

Peter accepted the warning and placed his hand upon the ancient stone altar.

“I accept.”

The flames around the tower turned black.

The curse was cast.

Far away, Ksuee woke from a restless sleep, feeling a strange coldness surround her. The flowers in her garden began to wither. The stars above seemed to fade. Something unseen had entered her life.

But when Rich arrived and saw the fear in her eyes, he didn’t run.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” Ksuee whispered.

Rich took her hand. “Then we’ll face it together.”

As the days passed, Peter watched the curse unfold. He expected satisfaction. He expected to see Ksuee broken and Rich return to him.

Instead, he saw something he never expected.

The curse didn’t destroy their love.

It revealed it.

Every hardship only made Rich and Ksuee hold on tighter. Every dark moment proved that their bond was stronger than magic, stronger than jealousy, stronger than Peter’s anger.

Eventually, Luke returned to Peter and revealed the truth.

“You wanted her to suffer,” Luke said. “But the curse could not break a love that was genuine.”

Peter looked away, finally seeing the damage his jealousy had caused.

“You promised me power,” Peter said quietly.

“No,” Luke answered. “I gave you what you asked for. You simply didn’t understand the cost.”

Peter had gained his revenge but lost the peace he once had. The curse he created became a reminder that love could not be stolen, and a heart that was not chosen could not be forced.

Meanwhile, Ksuee and Rich stood together beneath the same moon where everything had begun.

They knew darkness would always exist.

But they also knew that real love was stronger than any curse.

Two Ply Tails

Under New Managememnt

By A.J.

Ksuee had one job: keep the OCT fandom website under control. Unfortunately, that became impossible the moment someone uploaded a blurry photo claiming had secretly adopted a raccoon as their newest touring member. Within hours, the website crashed under thousands of comments debating whether the raccoon played bass or drums. Luke insisted it wasn't true. Peter started selling "Team Raccoon" stickers anyway. Vinny kept asking if the raccoon needed a backstage pass, while Rich quietly walked by carrying an actual raccoon that nobody questioned.

Determined to uncover the truth, Ksuee stormed backstage armed with nothing but a laptop, a laminated "Fandom Manager" badge, and the confidence of someone who had survived years of internet chaos. She rounded the corner just in time to find the entire band losing a rock-paper-scissors tournament against the raccoon. Rich sighed, adjusted his glasses, and admitted, "We've been trying to fire him for weeks, but he keeps winning." Ksuee simply opened the website, updated the band lineup to include "Sir Trashington – Emotional Support Raccoon," and watched the fandom celebrate the most ridiculous canon event in OCT history.

Vinny vs. The Kangaroo of Destiny

By: Vincent D.

Nobody knew how a normal OCT adventure turned into an international incident, but somehow Vinny ended up in Australia standing face-to-face with a kangaroo that had more confidence than the entire band combined. It started when Vinny said, "How hard can it be to make friends with a kangaroo?" which was immediately followed by the kangaroo stealing his hat, stealing his snacks, and challenging him to a fight in the middle of a field. The kangaroo threw on tiny sunglasses, the crowd went silent, and Vinny realized he wasn't fighting an animal… he was fighting the Australian champion.

The battle was legendary. Vinny tried using his best dance moves, but the kangaroo copied them perfectly. He tried intimidating it, but the kangaroo just stared harder. Eventually, after an intense five-minute showdown involving dramatic poses, a lot of yelling, and Peter somehow commentating like it was a championship match, Vinny finally won the kangaroo's respect by offering it a snack. The kangaroo nodded, returned his hat, and walked away like nothing happened. When Vinny got back to OCT, Rich just looked at him and said, "So... did you make a new friend or get defeated by a kangaroo?" Vinny smiled proudly. "Both." And honestly? Everyone agreed it was the most Vinny thing that had ever happened.

Gotta give my boy Vinny mad love. Mostly cause we share the same name.

Beauty and the Beasts

By: Tyler M

Everyone in the OCT fandom knew Ksuee as the mastermind behind the fan site—the one who somehow always had the latest photos, funniest inside jokes, and the ability to keep thousands of fans entertained. What they didn't expect was for the band to finally meet her in person at a show. The moment she walked through the venue doors, conversations slowed. Luke blinked twice before whispering, "Okay... the internet seriously undersold how gorgeous she is." Peter immediately agreed, while Vinny jokingly accused her of using a real-life beauty filter.
Ksuee laughed, brushing off the compliments as she helped organize the meet-and-greet like she'd done a hundred times online. Before the night was over, the band realized that while she was undeniably beautiful, what stood out even more was how kind she was to every fan she met. She remembered usernames, made nervous fans feel welcome, and somehow kept the entire event running smoothly despite the band's usual chaos. As they packed up for the night, Rich smiled and said, "Now I get why everyone loves the fandom site. It isn't just because it's well run—it's because it reflects the person behind it." The rest of the band nodded in agreement, deciding that Ksuee wasn't just the heart of the fandom—she was one of the reasons it felt like home.

The Duck Trial

By Oliver
It started because Peter accidentally offended a duck.

Nobody knew how.

One minute they were walking through a park in Birmingham, the next Peter had pointed at a duck and said,

"You're looking at me funny."

The duck quacked.

Peter gasped.

"It answered."

Within minutes there were at least thirty ducks following the group.

Rich insisted they ignore them.

Luke said they should walk faster.

Vinny claimed they were "forming an organised legal team."

Ksuee turned around just in time to see the ducks stop in a perfect semicircle around Peter.

The biggest duck waddled forward.

Peter whispered,

"...I think he's the judge."

Vinny immediately picked up a stick and announced,

"I shall represent the defence."

Luke folded his arms.

"I'm a witness."

Rich sighed.

"I refuse to participate in duck court."

The largest duck quacked once.

Peter looked horrified.

"I've been found guilty."

Rich didn't even ask of what.

Ksuee reached into her bag, threw a handful of bird seed in the opposite direction, and the entire duck jury abandoned the trial to chase it.

Peter looked at her in amazement.

"You just bribed the legal system.

The Hotel Fire Alarm (Sort of)

By: Lainey

At 2:17 a.m., the hotel fire alarm went off.

Rich was out of bed immediately.

Luke grabbed his room key and calmly headed downstairs.

Vinny somehow emerged wearing one slipper, a hoodie inside out, and carrying a kettle.

Peter arrived in the lobby wrapped entirely in a duvet.

Rich stared.

"...Why have you brought your duvet?"

"I panicked."

"And the teddy bear?"

"I panicked twice."

The hotel manager soon announced it had been a false alarm caused by burnt toast in the kitchen.

Everyone sighed with relief.

Just then Peter quietly asked,

"...Can I still keep the duvet?"

The Haunted Tour Bus

By: Theo
Halfway through a late-night drive, the lights inside the tour bus flickered.

Peter immediately whispered,

"...It's haunted."

Rich didn't even look up.

"No, it isn't."

A few moments later, the lights flickered again.

Vinny slowly leaned toward Luke.

"...It's building suspense."

Luke rolled his eyes.

"It's probably just a loose connection."

Then, from somewhere in the luggage compartment, came a loud THUD.

Everyone froze.

Peter pointed dramatically.

"There."

Rich sighed and went to investigate.

He opened the compartment.

A suitcase slowly tipped forward...

...followed by about twenty packets of crisps spilling onto the floor.

Silence.

Peter nodded knowingly.

"The ghost was hungry."

Rich picked up a packet, looked at the label, then looked directly at Peter.

"...These are all yours."

Peter thought for a moment.

"The ghost has excellent taste."

Rich closed the compartment.

"I'm charging the ghost excess baggage."

Luke and Vinny laughed so hard the bus driver had to ask what was going on.

Rich simply replied,

"I genuinely don't have enough time to explain."