Todomatsu decides to pick up the camera and go for a quick walk with it. “That’s a fun nickname for them, let’s keep it! I’ll pop in on everyone real quick, let’s check on them.”

He seems to have decided to go in reverse matsu order so he can check on Todoko first. “Here we are, Todoko! Our fans wanted to see you.”

She lights up, smiling and waving. “Hi, internet! Jyuushimatsu swished his cape harder than I planned. I always underestimate how hard he can wave things, but. Lesson learned for next time.” She knots the thread, snips off the excess, “There we go. Back in business, Jyuushi!” She gets a hug for her troubles, and Totty moves on to Jyushiko.

“How’s our hair and makeup goddess doing?”

“Totty! Doing good, doing good!” She waves to the camera with both hands, smiling wide.

“So, what was your favorite part of this concept to do? Was it the ears, the hair–”

“The teeth!” She leans in, all smiles. “I custom carved them all, all six with a different shape! I just regret that people won’t see all of it, but. You know it’s there, I know it’s there, so I’m happy!”

“I’m your favorite in the makeup chair, right?”

“You’re always on your best behavior, Totty, wuv you.”

Todomatsu giggles, scanning the warehouse for Ichiko– there she is, kneeling by a speaker.

“Ichiko!”

Ichiko turns around, sees the camera, and moves the speaker in front of her. “Hey, you.”

“Ichiko! The internet loves you, let them see your cute face.”

“I’m a mess, hush.”

“Can you at least spare a glance for your fans?”

“I have fans?”

“You do.”

She pops up, forehead and eyes visible. She nods, sinking back down. “I hope you enjoy the new single.”

“You’re an angel, Ichiko. I’m leaving!”

“Thank you.”

Choroko was easy to find. She was picking the good shots from the bad with the photographer.

“Choroko! Talk to the internet!”

She turns, waving as she tucks a pen back into her bun. “Hi, internet! I poured my heart and soul into writing something that sounded like the boys doing the same until their heart stops beating, and even after that! I hope that it’s fun enough to last past the Halloween season! After all, vampires are fun any time of year, aren’t they?”

“Spoken like a true geek,” Todomatsu says in a friendlier tone than you’d expect.

“Thank you!”

“Were we at least kind of presentable?”

“Oh, definitely. Can’t help but stand regally in clothes like these, right! Ichimatsu even slumped a little less!!”

“That’s unbelievable. I’m calling bullshit right now. See you later!” As Choroko begins chattering with the photographer again, Karako slings an arm around Todomatsu.

He hurriedly turns the camera on himself just in time. “Hey, Pinky, how’s the interwebs?“

"Actually screaming for you, look at the comments section.” Todomatsu snickers as Karako flexes her free arm and cackles at the keyboard smashes.

“That is too cute, loan me some more of your fans!”

“Never!” Todomatsu sees someone say they’re switching to Karako, and he points to the camera and says “Blocked, bye. Kidding, kidding! Hey, Karako, where’s Osoko?”

“In the hall. The fluorescents over by the doors made her a little dizzy. Bye, nerds, check out my Instagram.” Karako shot the camera some dorky finger guns before releasing Todomatsu, who walked out into the hallway.

“Osoko, the internet is worried.”

“What?!” Osoko jumps from her spot on the floor. “Oh, no, guys, shit, I’m sorry! Look, neesan’s ok. I just needed to take a break, grab a drink. I’ll be back in working order in no time! Cross my heart!”

“That’s a pretty big thing to cross. Can you reach far enough?”

“Totty, you little brownnoser. How dare you do that when I can’t pinch your cheeks?”

“Sorry, neenee.”

Osoko gently punches his arm, smiling at the camera. “At least you caught me on a good hair day. Happy Halloween, internet!”

“There’s my anon! Out of the way, niisan, it’s Totty’s turn!” Todomatsu hip bumps Osomatsu off screen, and finishes reading the ask. “Oh, that’s an amazing costume! My fans always have good taste, you make your oshi super proud!” You can hear the hearts in his tone. “Be safe, ok? Stay hydrated and have fun!” He stage whispers, hands up around his face, “Tell your friends I’m the best one in the group, ok? If they ask. It’s only fair that they know the truth.”

“You spoil me, Nillanon! Gah, but I love it.”

“That’s all butter and sugar, Oso!” Karako yells from across the warehouse.

“And a fan’s love, it doesn’t count!”

“You’ll work it off later, sugarhound. Also, hon? Pack an extra for me next time!”

Osomatsu snorts. “Huh, what’s scariest to me? Well, uh. You know how sometimes the scariest thing is nothing? That’s what I’m scared of!” Osomatsu laughs, lying through his teeth. “As long as I’ve always got people around and I can be open and chill, I’ve got nothing to be afraid of!” There it is; isolation and silence.

This doesn’t get as proper of a response as you might like. It begins small; Ichimatsu and Osomatsu immediately response with “I see what you did there” smiles and eeeeeeeeyyyyys. As more people ask what got that response from them, that point and eyy response grows. And grows. And grows. The entire building, with the acoustics only this big of a metal and concrete building can generate, erupts into an eyyy that echos for another three seconds once it ends, resulting in some more loud yelling to time their echoes.

After you’ve almost forgotten what you asked, Jyuushimatsu leans in and says, “I can’t eat till they get my fangs off. The smoothies are nice, but I want something that crunches! It’s fun otherwise, though, promise!”

((the event will still run for a bit longer! I didn’t expect my costume to kick my ass as much as it did. Sort! But, hey, what’s the harm in more Halloween, right? ;; ))

Osomatsu holds up a hand, “Real quick, remember the summer ice cream thing? We’re still contractually obligated to say the flavors we’ve advertised are our favorites, and that’s 99% true. But if we’re talking outside of the campaign flavors, then I say stick with vanilla. When it’s got the little black bits in it, you know they care, y’know?”

Jyuushimatsu’s going for the camera. “I can’t pick just one, but I do know my favorite way to have ice cream: banana splits! You get a bunch of stuff that goes well together in one big old boat thing, it’s super cool! Man, when we went overseas, old American diners did ice cream super good!”

“Jyuushimatsu, it’s rude to just take the camera without asking,” said Choromatsu, taking the camera without asking. “I have to say matcha. I like green tea, so why not get my green tea fix and my ice cream fix at once? It’s nice.”

Ichimatsu. You want it? Ichi? …Ichi? “I dunno. I had some with kinako on it once, it’s cool.” He just stares. Ok, Kara, you want this?

He does! “Keeping a rich and sophisticated taste, bitter and sweet in equal measure, and cool beyond cool!” Snap! “Dark chocolate and mint is the only way to go!”

Totty rounds out the lineup with a shrug. “Honestly, I’m such a sucker for limited edition flavors, picking a constant is just so tricky! Maybe… coconut! It’s not too heavy, and the taste isn’t too much.”

Osomatsu seems to swooces in right on time, seemingly leaning his elbow on the edge of the frame. “Oh, I think my fans know what treat I want most.” The camera shakes violently, and he topples. “Ok, ok, fine! I’ll behave! We all have a few costume changes for all the Hatabou type Halloween events going on, so you’ll just have to wait for those. We got to pick what we wanted, which is good. As for the candy–”

None of the brothers are too terribly patient. Jyuushimatsu rushes in, shouting. “Like dagashi, right? Or like chocolate? Either way, round, fancy lollipops, please!“

Ichimatsu hums for a second before piping up. "If you’re not laying claim to Choco Bat, I am.”

Jyuushimatsu groans, mourning that he didn’t think of that first, right as Todomatsu pushes himself up on Ichimatsu’s shoulders to interject. “I like KitKats best!”

“Tirol is my chocolate of choice, anonymous!” Karamatsu, calm down.

Choromatsu scuttles in toward the action. “What was the ask this time?”

“Snacks!” Jyuushimatsu says, mood making a complete 180°. “Dagashi!”

“Oh, ok. Like sukonbu?” Choromatsu’s suggestion is met with disapproving groans.

“Even your snack choices are too responsible, Choromatsu. Niichan’s worried about your Halloween spirit,” Osomatsu says, pinching Choromatsu’s cheek, quietly apologizing as Jyushiko mends any smears or smudges.

“I didn’t know we were going festive, I thought we were just naming snacks!”

“You’re dressed like a vampire! Stick to the theme!”

“Ichiko!” The camera must have some steadying something or other, because Jyuushimatsu runs like a dog playing fetch, but the camera only shakes a little. “Ichiko, this one’s yours!”

She reads the ask to herself quietly, smiling as she pushes her hair back over one of her shoulders. “Actually, I must admit, these six have grown a lot more careful with their instruments. I remind them that there are better ways to support their usual shouts and screams and ‘booooehs’ than they used to, and they’ve taken that to heart. I’m pleasantly surprised by how well they can pay attention when they wish to.” She grins a bit wider, mischief glinting in her eyes. “Plus, I’ve spent quite some time making creepy noises. I’ve taught them everything I know.”

Somewhere in the distance, Osomatsu bursts into villainous laughter. Ichiko points. “Taught him everything he knows.”