Buster Moon OneShots

4

"Hey, Buster! We're having a sleepover at Ash's house tonight, it starts in an hour. Will you please come?" Rosita offered. On one hand, she just wanted to make sure he was okay after his experience with Jimmy Crystal in Redshore, on the other, they would all enjoy it!

"A what?"

"You're joking, right?" he looked at Rosita, baffled. "You've seriously never been to a sleepover before?" he shook his head "Well, let's fix that!"

Buster thought a moment as he looked at Rosita through their video-chat on his computer. "Oh, okay, um, I'm going to be a little late, I have some thing's to do, but sure I'll come! See you later then?" he asked, finishing typing up a section of script for his new show, taking a sip of coffee. It was 3:00 in the afternoon.

"See you later. And Buster?"

"Mhm?"

"Go easy on the coffee you workaholic koala."

He chuckled at this. "Okay, Rosita. Bye, see you in an hour or two." he said before shutting the laptop and gathering some items. He decided he would wear something he wouldn't mind getting a little dirty since he didn't know what would happen at a sleepover, having never been to one.

He put on a blue hoodie and some blue jeans. He wasn't used to them and they weren't even close to his usual attire, but he needed to get his suit and button-down shirt washed anyway. Miss Crawly would take care of that.

He also tucked a few bags of chips, a bottle of aspirin just in case, an extra pair of shoes, a book, his laptop, and a change of clothes as well as his pajamas. He then stuffed in a brithday present he had been making for Rosita.

He had been inventing his own little gift. He had learned enough to carve a figurine out of wood that looked just like Rosita. It had taken him many tries and fails. It was about six inches tall and he had painted it and he was proud of it. It showed her with one arm up as she sang into a microphone the other arm held. Her eyes were bright and happy.

He had also paid a lot of money to have all the songs she had sang before turned into albums reserved only for her, not to be published without her consent and it being her idea. So, that was his gift for her as well as a handmade card with 100 dollars. He had spent all the money from that month's shows to make sure she got these things. He hoped deeply that she would like them.

Finally, he out these into the bag too, with some paints to finish up the figurine of Rosita.

He finally finished with a smile and hopped off of his chair, jumping down two stairs at a time to get to the bottom before racing out the theater doors. He stumbled as he dashed down the street, crashing into an ill-tempered tiger.

The tiger whirled around to face the tiny koala. "Hey, twerp, watch it!" he noticed the bag next. "Whatcha got in there?"

Buster stammered, tripping over his words. "I-I-I-I uh I have p-paints and clothes and a pair of shoes and uh- I have a birthday card." he said, unwilling to lie right now in case of consequences. The tiger snatched him off the ground, squeezing his arm with his claws tightly.

Buster, yelping and whimpering in pain, went to last resorts and bit the tiger before grabbing his bag and running for his life, much to the tiger's disgust. Luckily, he was not pursued for long. He soon reaxhed Ash's hous and hopped up to knock on the door, pulling down the sleeve of his hoodie to hide the cuts.

Ash answered the door. "Buster, hi! I was hoping you'd come. Come on in, the others are waiting."

Buster felt a bit bad about making them wait but soon felt better when he walked into the scene of a room full of friends. "Hi Rosita, Gunter, Johnny, Meena, Nooshy, Porsha, Ash." he greeted them one by one.