Friendly Night Funkin: A Friday Night Funkin Parody

Chapter 2: Week 3

Emily's Dad's POV-

After getting off the phone with the hitman, it was time to think about what happened. When I got on stage to sit down and think about my horrid performance, I saw that there was a crowd of angsty teens that were still in the theater. I didn't even see them there, and now they've all seen my greatest failure,how embarrassing.

We stared for a while until...

"AYO! HE LOST TO SOME NOBODY!" one of the teens yelled.

"Please leave my house." I growled in a cold sweat.

"WE'RE GONNA POST THIS ON YOUTUBE!" another yelled, laughing.

"You damn kids, leave my house!" I yelled. Laughter erupted in response as they all dashed out. Now to finally comprehend all this... stuff. How in hell did I, me, the king of rock, lose to some low-life poor kid? A kid who uses Soundcloud no less? What has my life gone to?

Whatever. Those meddling teenagers couldn't have posted that stuff on YouTube. It's preposterous! But, I have to check anyhow, just for safety's sake. Teenagers are usually all talk and no action, so they couldn't have. It's impossible.

So, I took out my iPhone XZE 90 and checked the trending tab. Aw hell, they actually did post it. And it's trending. Dammit. What to do, what to do... if this escalates further, I may have to take action, but for now it's just some stupid bunch of videos. Nobody will care, right? That stupid kid has probably been killed by my assassin now, so everything will be fine.

I'd better call my wife though, I need to know what's happening at the scene with the hitman and that meddling boy. But, Emily also has to be picked up, so I'll just say that.

Meanwhile...

Keith's POV-

"Hell yeah, I won! Can you leave me and Em alone now?" I asked.

Pico grumbled. "Grrr, I can't believe I lost! I had that one in the bag!"

"Come on, little buddy, what'd I tell ya 'bout bein' a sore loser..."

"SHUT IT!" Pico yelled, tossing his gun to the ground in anger. Guess he had to safety off this whole time, because the gun went off and the bullet went flyin' by my head. The bullet then hit the side of a building, off a lamppost, and then popped the wheel of an incoming garbage truck, making the truck flip in the air, coming right at us at full speed.

So, I quickly grabbed Emily and dodged to the side, having to leave Pico behind. Luckily for him, he wasn't crushed by the garbage truck, but he did get trapped under the open end that's filled with trash, and probably just about guaranteed to be covered in that trash. I bet he'll be fine, he survived that thing that happened back when he was in elementary school. Still, I've gotta comprehend that shit, that was honestly kinda cool.

"Hey babe, you can put me down now!" Emily giggled, blushing.
"Oh yeah, sorry..." I chuckled, carefully doing as she said. I yawned and took out my phone. It was 1:30am. "Hey, uh, I'm gettin' sorta tired... I'll just take you home then get some shut-eye..."

Suddenly, I was interrupted by the sound of loud pop music and the breeze of a very, very long car.

"Wait, that's my mom! What's she doing here? I thought she was on tour!" Emily said, bamboozled.

"Guess who's back, bitches!" Emily's mom cheered. "Oh, who's your little friend? Where's your mommy, little one?"

"Mom, that's my boyfriend! Don't make fun of him!!"

"...what."

"I'm 19," I added. "And my parents on the moon won't be too happy to hear this..."

"Oh, well, that's nice..." the mom said awkwardly. "Not like my husband called a hitman and said you should be dead by now or anything..."

"What?"
"Nothing~" Emily's mom turned back to her car and walked in. "Get in losers!"

"Wait, but I gotta get home!"

"Who said I cared about what you have to do?"
I shrugged. "Fair enough. I'm comin', ma'am."

"We'll be going to my studio to talk, so get comfy, kid."

"Yes, ma'am."

Emily held me back. "Are you sure about this? You seem tired."

"No, it's fine, It'll be good for me to meet your mom!"

"I'm worried that she'll do something... but if you're sure, I trust you."

Emily and I entered her mom's long car and we sat down, but we were rudely interrupted before we could even get comfortable.

"Emily, honey? Come talk to me in the front, please and thank you." her mom called.

"Um, okay!" Emily replied. "Sorry, Keith..."

"It's okay, Emily!" I smiled.

"Alright, I'll see you later, my love!"

I blushed and she walked off to the front of the car.

Emily's POV-

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, sitting down with slight annoyance.

"First of all, cut that damn attitude," she replied. "Second of all, what's with him?"

"That's my boyfriend, Mom, and I don't appreciate you and dad messing with us!"

"What do you mean, 'I don't appreciate you and dad messing with us'? I'm your mother, dammit! As long as you're under our roof, we get to monitor who you hang out with!"

"MOM!" I cried. "I'm 19! You know very well that I can take care of myself! And he's a nice guy, you don't need to worry! I mean, look at him!"

Mom and I looked back and we saw Keith sleeping on his seat.

"Awww..." I blushed.

"Wait, is he drooling on my seats??" Mom asked, outraged.

"Mom, it's not that bad-"

"Those things cost me over 1,000 dollars EACH!" she cried.

"Mom! Stop it!"

"That's it. Henchman, floor it. We're going to Hollywood. I'm going to get this kid's failures put on live television."
"MOM!!" I cried.

3 HOURS LATER...

Keith's POV-

I woke up at last, and immediately began to freak out.

"WAAAOH! WHA-WHAT?? WHERE AM I?!" I yelled.

"On top of my limousine, you idiot." Emily's mom replied. "So, do you know why you're here?"

"NO?! AND WHERE AM I?!"

"We're in Hollywood." she laughed. "I'm going to make you fail a singing battle against me and get it recorded on live TV. After that, you'll have no choice but to leave my daughter!"

"What did I do to deserve this??" I cried.

"You drooled on my car seat."

"THAT'S IT?!" I cried, but this time actually beginning to cry since I was actually terrified.

"Well, now you're screwed, kid." the mom smirked.

"I still have no idea what I did wrong, but if it's a singing battle you want, it's a singing battle you'll get!" I said, determined. If I want to date Emily, I'll have to get through the mom. If I win, I'll even be able to show my love for Emily to the whole country! I want to prove myself worthy to her mom and the world!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Stay tuned for Chapter 3: Week 4!