+You Make My Heart Go Ballistic+ (Whitty + Reader)

-First Battle-

"Today is finally the day! It's time for my first real battle. I wonder who I'll be up against first..."

It had been over a week since you had last seen Whitty, but you had not forgot about him. Maybe he would be there too, or you could tell him about it. At the stadium to which you were going. For your first public battle. Ever.

As you got ready to leave your house, you couldn't help but feel nervous. You didn't know who you were going up against,  and who knows if you had what it takes. You got back into practicing your skills, though, and you felt ready to dip your feet in to the music community. When you reached the scheduled place, a small theatre, you stepped inside and observed a small crowd surrounding the main area. This must be it, You thought. You quietly went backstage for that was where participants were supposed to wait. You heard some pretty good singers showing off their skills. You were nervous of course, but you knew that you wanted to sing, so it wasn't that bad.

As the minutes passed you grew restless, but listening to the good music of the artists was both refreshing and triggering.

Finally- "Next up on the list is... (Y/N) versus Daddy Dearest!"

Excuse me? HIM?! Isn't he super good at this and super famous? Oh god... Stay calm, stay calm! This was not what I was expecting but... I'll try.

As you began to walk onstage, a blue-haired boy rushed passed you with a victorious smile on his face. "BEEP BOP! BEEP BOP!" (I won! I won!) As he rushed by, you said "Good job!" He stopped running and turned around, saying, "Bop beep skoot boop!" (Thank you, stranger! ^^) You smiled and said, "No problem."

You walked onto the stage as you felt the small crowds eyes on you. You waited for the opponent to come out too. You thought to yourself yet again. If that guy can beat him, so can I! 

Suddenly you heard cheers and clapping from the crowd, and you looked up to see what all the ruckus was about. The famed Daddy Dearest had made a dramatic appearance and had stepped on to the stage. 

"So you're the twerp I'm up against? This should be over quick," He chuckled.

"Go on sweetie!! You'll always win." Scoffed his wife.

"Hey, I'm just trying to start out, m'kay?" You said. "Don't think I'll just be another fly to squish." 

"We'll see about that. Start the music!!"

*Bopeebo starts*

He was good. Extremely good, however your practice served you well and you were doing ok. (You can make your own rapping voice.) Once the song finished, you were doing pretty decent, you weren't losing. 

Next up was Fresh. A little bit faster than before.

You were in perfect sync, and only missed a few notes. You seemed a little more confident each time. The crowd seemed to be impressed. During each note, you got better at syncing with him. The song finally ended, and you looked at him inquisitively. I can't get too full of myself, though.

"I'll admit, you've got some spunk and skill, kid. But let's see if you can handle this! Start the music!!" 

*Dad Battle starts*

Oh god. It keeps getting faster and faster!  You thought. You managed to keep up for a bit, but he continued to up the pace, rapping faster and faster. A single bead of sweat trickled down your head as you focused harder and harder, trying to get every note squared away. At this point the crowd was cheering, urging for the demon dad to go faster. How were you supposed to keep up? You were extremely tense. Why was he singing so hard against YOU? Why full power? Did he want the satisfaction of crushing your dreams? The demon was getting tired, having put extra effort on this battle, you could see that for sure. But your voice was also getting tired and cracked. You weren't sure if-