𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒, human! buster moon x reader

iii.

FREAKS : a singing competition?

  "Okay listen, we both know that my
theatre’s been going through some pretty
rough times lately. But as the saying
goes, for every cloud, a silver
lining. We’ve got--" Buster started, but Eddie interrupted him, "Upp upp upp. Hold on right there, Buster. My dad - he heard I was gonna see you today and he was all like, Eddie, you tell your friends.. I am not
funding anymore of those shows. And
that’s final! Those were his words."

"But your dad’s right! Those shows were
the problem! War of Attrition, Rosie
Takes A Bow— I mean, nobody wants to
see that stuff anymore. So what do I do?" He asked Eddie's opinion, "Quit?"

"No! I give ‘em a show they cannot
resist. Which is gonna be—" A Waiter clears his throat and takes out pen and pad. "Just one more minute, s’il vous plait?"
The Waiter checks his watch, groans and exits "..Merci!" Busters said.

"Don’t speak French, they speak English here." Eddie whispered,  "Now, my next show is gonna be- drum roll please.. A singing competition!" Buster said with a smile on his face,  "A singing competition? Who wants to see another one of those?" Eddie asked in disbelief. "Everyone! J-just think— your neighbour, the.. the, the grocery store manager, that, that, that Ginger right there—" He pointed at a random man who was walking "—everyone in this city gets a shot at being a star live on my stage!"

"Buster, this is a terrible idea." Eddie tried to convince him, but Buster was too determined to give up "Oh, no it’s not. Real talent from real life, that’s what audiences want and I’m gonna give it to ‘em!"
Buster pounds his fist, catapulting his spoon across the room where it knocks into a man, who drops his cell phone into his soup.

"C-can we please just get outta here?" Eddie suggested, "don't you wanna eat?" Busters asked. "Yeah, but we can’t afford any of this." Eddie pointed to the prices on the menu. "Yes, I know. And that’s why I brought sandwiches." Buster pulls out a lunch box and throws a sandwich to Eddie "Uhhh... That’s not allowed. Ugh.." Eddie tried to warn him again.

"What, you don’t like peanut butter and jelly?" He asked, the Waiter leaves the disgruntled Man’s side and heads towards Buster. "Okay, look, I got cream cheese, I got banan— AAA!" The Waiter grabbed Buster by the collar and dragged him outside. Buster is thrown out of the revolving doors and onto the street. A
painful landing. Eddie arrives by his side and gives him his bag and jacket.

"You okay?"

"Yep, never better!"

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"You okay?"

"What do ya think?" (y/n) looked at her co-worker or the store manager where she works, with four heavy boxes in her hands. "Hey, at least you got a job. A lot of people out there aren't as lucky as you." he said, rolling his eyes. "Yes, but—"