FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN: 𝗘𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 [ON HOLD]

Thursday

[The song chosen to be "described" was B-Side Spookeez. Happy reading!]

I was going to get my ass whooped.

It was the most obvious thing on the planet, as if some higher power had placed a neon sign in-front of me in bold letters. My defeat was going to be quick, skilled, and absolutely hilarious.

Humiliation with a side of failure was on the menu today, and it was coming in hot- alright I'll stop monologuing. 

The speakers started blasting the beginning music, fear rushed through me. I was familiar with their original Spookeez, but this was sounding more like Scareez...

As soon as Skid and Pump started singing I knew it was over, the crowd cheered singing along to the beat with more synchronization than me.

They we're singing ninety notes in five seconds! I wasn't even sure if it was words or enchanted table language at this point, but I managed (barely).

 It all went downhill when they got to the aggressive "barrage" of O's. I couldn't believe this, their voices had dropped so low that it was that of a bass... And then SOARED back up into a bizarre pattern of notes! I replicated it as best as I could, missing a handful along the way. 

It went back to the regular series of notes then back again to the "O Barrage", this time I did better keeping speed with them. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, no matter how bad I was doing... I had to admit, this was fun! 

Skid and Pump seemed to be closing up with a series of strange notes, I only had to repeat the first half then harmonize with the others. It repeated twice, then the song ended.

Cheers went up from the crowd, some people congratulated me. I smiled walking over to shake Skid and Pump's hands. But they instead ran up and hugged me fiercely.  I hugged them back, they may have been a tough challenge but at least they we're good sports about it.

"That was awesome!" Skid laughed swinging from my arm yet again, "you're really good at this Y/N!" Pump commented releasing me from his hug. 

"I probably missed sixty notes but okay." I shrugged receiving laughter from the crowd, guess I was a rapper and a comedian. "But you won! And that's all that matters." The referee cut into our conversation, Pump and Skid of course didn't notice at all.

"Here's your prize rookie." The referee handed me a envelope, the seal of it had the words FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN in bold letters. I opened it quickly, stacks of a hundred dollar bills we're my prize. And I was taking that shit.

"Holy crap, thanks!" I exclaimed and smiled at the referee, he just went along with the competition. The next person was already coming up so Pump, Skid, and I we're ushered off the stage.

"Hey wait up!" Skid cried chasing after me with Pump at his heels. I turned around, I was about near the edge of the park getting nearer to the apartments, restaurants, and clubs. "Yeah?" I looked at them inquisitively.

"Can we be friends?!" They both said in unison, I laughed. These kids wanted to be friends with someone they'd just met? What if I was some creepy guy selling candy from a truck? 

"Aren't I a little too old for you two?" I inquired. "Maybe, but your a great rapper!" Pump retorted  "AND a good singer!" Skid added nudging Pump in the ribs. They both didn't seem like they we're going to give up any time soon.

"Alright fine, here's my number." I was about to just tear a piece of paper from the envelope but they both whipped out their phones (like a bunch of photagraphers) and waited for me to hand over my number. Once I had read it off they added me to a group chat and typed a "HIIIIIII" and "IT'S USSS PUMP N SKID" into the chat. I smiled and replied with a wave emoji.

"YA-HOOOO!" They both shouted in unison, jumping in the air, mimicking mario. "Well, I guess I'll see you guys later." I said beginning to walk away, they shouted goodbye's and waved. My first night in FNF Avenue was going better than expected.