Buster Moon OneShots

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(A crackheaded work of me and my best friend with some aid from my sister. No point, just entertainment. Enjoy!)

"Buster, where'd my guitar go?"

"Buster, where's Clay?"

"Buster, can I have twenty bucks?"

"Buster, did you get new snacks and drinks?"

"Buster, could you help me find my jacket?"

"Mr. Moon, I baked cupcakes for you."

"Moon-Man, do you have any matches?"

"Mr. Moon, would you help me reorganize those files?"

Buster pulled at his ears in slight irritation. He took a long deep breath to calm himself down. "Guys, slow down, I can only do so much at once, there's only one of me. Ash, your guitar was moved to your practice room to keep it from getting damaged with all the general chaos. Mr. Calloway is in the backroom, Rosita. Yes, Porsha, I got new snacks and stuff. They are backstage in the little cabinet. Johnny, I think you put your jacket on my desk in my office. Thank you, Meena, that's very nice of you. Nooshy, I have matches, but for fear of arsonism, you don't get to know where they are. And I'll get right to that, Miss Crawly, as soon as I finish up with this editing, alright?" he answered everyone, sounding a bit stressed out to say the least. His fur was a mess, Rosita noticed.

He gave a sigh, rubbing his head tiredly. He adjusted his signature bowtie before returning his struggling attentions to the script on his laptop that he was editing. Johnny retrieved his jacket, but couldn't help but pause upon Buster's form as the koala worriedly stared down at his laptop, biting his lip and looking rather upset.

Johnny took a moment of consideration before sitting beside the koala in the fron row of the theater. "Everything alright, Buster?" the gorilla asked in faint concern, resting his elbows on his knees to try to get a good look at the koala.

"Yeah... I guess... today is just a lot of things for me, I guess." Buster sighed, turning around when a rumble of thunder shook his concentration further. He felt the theater shake. "Dang it! I didn't even notice it was raining! Ahhh, shoot." he buried his face in his hands a moment, rubbing an eye before looking back at the computer with a further depressed gaze. A flash of lightning interrupted his frusterated flow of thoughts. He gave a yelp as his screen went black and sparks shot from his computer. He dropped it in surprise, and the screen cracked. Johnny seemed rather surprised as well.

The koala seemed to panic a little as he looked down at his broken, smoking laptop. "Oh, no no no no, come on, this cannot be happening!" the koala looked so distressed it worried Johnny. Buster suddenly whirled around and began running out of the theater, shoving the heavy doors open and haltin on the sidewalk. Johnny was quick to go after him.

Buster stood on the sidewalk, tugging at his ears in (Johnny guessed) anger. The power line in front of him was smoking and sparking, scorched black by the lightning that had hit it.

"I spent all month on those scripts! Nana was expecting them TONIGHT! What am I supposed to tell her now? Now I have to buy a new laptop, too! Ughh'." he groaned, pacing in tiny little circles.

Johnny stared at the power line a moment before turning to his friend and mentor. "Buster, please calm down, I'm sure she'll understand. What's bothering you so much today? You're acting so... weird." the gorilla said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he examined the showman.

"Too much is bothering me, Johnny! I-" he realized he had just yelled, and his eyes widened. Johnny looked a hint spooked. "I'm sorry. I can't handle this stuff right now. I'll be back later." the koala looked scared as he pulled his jacket in distress and began running off, so completely panicked that Johnny felt it had gone too far.