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Jimmy Kimmel Live: L̷̻͙̼̱̏͊́̀̀̉̄͒̈́̓̕̚Į̴̧̘̻̲̺͔͎̥̈̀̎̊͂͒͊̈́͑͋̇V̸̡̢̗͕̜͚̠͎͗͑̎̈́͌̐̔͗̌͒͝

Characters: Jimmy Kimmel, Reader
Writers: Dankle, WhoreMad, and Sakura
Rated All Ages

You wake up in a cold sweat
practically glued to a chair while
hot stage lights beam onto your face.
You get acclimated to your
surrounding to see HIM. Jimmy Kimmel looks at you and smiles, "Welcome everyone for our esteemed guest Y/N!" The audience claps roar through the closed space bouncing off the walls like a basketball, however as hard as you look there doesn't seem to be an audience in sight. "So how do you like living in L.A huh?" Jimmy says with a big green that hints at
malice. "I uh, I don't live in L.A"
You say weakly trying to get up out
of your chair yet somehow not able to
move. Jimmy looks angry, very angry.
"I said how is it living in L.A" He
says without his smile and much more serious. "Um... its good I guess?"
You say holding back tears as a pain
starts to fill your head. As soon as
you said those words the pain leaves
and Jimmy smiles and the audience
clap. "Yeah L.A is great but have you
seen the traffic its like a zoo out
there!" The audience laughs feel like
knives pressed against your temples
as you start to scream but stop when
Jimmy begins to look in your
direction.

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Jimmy's face was a painful stare,
like knifes piercing Y/N's stomach.
That distracted from the horrible
twisting feeling in their brain.
Jimmy looks like he was about to
crack another joke, but he needed
fuel. He needed to exhaust every last
bit of content, insecurities,
stories, and trauma out of Y/N's
soul.
"So Y/N, how was it after... the
accident?"
The accident?! Y/N couldn't remember
but those words made their blood
sprint. Accident? What accident?! Y/N
tries to deny it.
"What accident? You must be making up
fibs Mr.Kimmel!" You chuckled,
calming you down barely. His eyes
won't look away from you, why are you
sweating?! Get your fucking act
together you're in front of a live
studio audience.
"We know what you did." The audience laughs, he laughs, and yet you don't.
There wasn't a joke to laugh at, it's
at your expense. He comes closer to
you, you try to back up, but you're
sitting in your seat.
"My! Y/N! Why are you so scared?! Is
it Hollywood that's got you?"
Yes, that's EXACTLY it! The thumping
in your chest, the sweat on your
head, the world spinning. You try to
ground yourself by spotting what's
around you, but nothing feels real.
Nothing feels real. Nothing feels
real.
You pass out.

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You wake up in a dark room, with a
pounding headache. You instinctively
try to touch your head to easy the
pain, but you notice your hands won't
move past a certain spot. You look to
see what the problem is and you
notice that your hands are chained to
the wall. Then you really start to
take in your surroundings. It looks
to be almost completely made out of
stone or some sort of thick rock. It
settles in that you are probably
going to be stuck here. You
frantically think of what to do, you
start kicking and screaming trying to
possibly get someone's attention. You
start wailing as boiling tears come
rolling down your face. You tugged so
hard on your cuffs that it made your
wrist bleed, you suck in air as the
pain rushes up your arm. Then all of
a sudden, a noise. Rescue maybe? You
see light for a spilt second, light
that is coming from above you. You
get to see more of your surroundings
as you realize that this was a
basement. You see a figure in the
bright doorway, you can't tell
exactly who it is, but you have a
sneaking suspicion.

"You didn't play your part." The
figure said in a grumbly voice, it
was him. It was Mr.Kimmel. He slowly
walked down the stairs and slammed
the door behind him, making the room almost pitch black again. Stuck in the darkness with him. Suddenly you feel a kick to the gut and to the
ribs.

"Y/N YOU DIDN'T FUCKING PLAY YOUR PART ON STAGE!! THIS WAS A LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE YOU FUCKING SUB HUMAN." Jimmy screamed and swiftly punched you right in the face. It felt like your nose was bleeding, maybe even broken. You were stuck here, this was your hell.