You mentally prepared yourself. The Dancing Banana has told you to stand on stage without the car battery and then run back inside to grab the car battery. In his mind the audience would make viral videos which attracts MORE people to the show after the tomfoolery.
But you barely had time to react and now you see the chaos Dancing Banana didn't anticipate. You stepped onto the stage engulfed in it's bright hues behind the yellow curtain middle nephew pulled out. The happy cheery music was playing in the background.
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You heard the announcers confused voice. Even he was not expecting this. Your mind was in circles, dizzy from all the eyes casted upon you. The audience looked dumbfounded until someone from the crowd yelled and pointed at you enthusiasticly.
"HEY GUYS THAT'S Y/N! Y/N'S THE PRIZE!! THE GOOFY AHH WHO FELL ASLEEP ON SET!" 💀. The audience redirected their attention from the random guy from the audience onto you. Like predators starving for steak.
And that steak is you.
"Uh... Ahaha.." You trail off gulping. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife while the silence was piercing your ears, bracing themselves for the loud noise to erupt from the audience.
Then it happened. Hell.
The studio was instantly lit on fire as some of the audience attacked each other like raccoons with rabies. The screams, the cries of terror. The audience got worse when one of the previous contestants drove a forklift into the studio demolishing the walls yelling "DON'T WORRY GUYS I'M FORKLIFT CERTIFIED!!" and pulling out a forklift certified certificate.
Your brain could not process the blurs and anxiety from that point on and knocked you out. Everything hurt. You were unconscious.
"*Sigh*, y/n wake up." You hear in your dream, or should I say nightmare.
You shuffle uncomfortably "10 more minutes..."
"Ughh fiine."You hear footsteps walking away.
Oh chip you realize that was the banana. "Nope, nope I'm awake I'm awake!" You suddenly regret trying to stand up feeling your bruised limbs. The banana sipped his coffee looking down on you, he looked quite menacing for a fruit.
He scrolled through social media and saw it. The viral video he was waiting for, any attention would be good even if it was negative as the audience and anyone else would hate watch the show. "1 Billion views and counting, huh... " He silently muttered while not paying attention to you dragging your aching body to your father to see if he was breathing.
"Oh don't worry he's alive." The Dancing Banana said still swiping through his phone which was covered in news about Shovelwares Brain Game and the incident that happened yesterday.
You didn't care what the banana said and checked if he was breathing yourself. Yup he was breathing thankfully. You decide to let him sleep more because of his injuries being worse than yours. You go to the kitchen table which was surprisingly clean besides a single knife on the counter.
"Huh.. Hey Dancing Banana what's this knife doing here it isn't ours..?" You say picking up the knife curiously. The banana shrugged still looking at his phone. "It came from my arm,it was lodged in there." You immediately were about to drop the knife in disgust, but placed it politely on the kitchen counter.
"Ooh.. Haha that sounds painful..Anyway where is Cantaloupe?" The banana shrugged. "I don't know but he was the one that cleaned the kitchen counter, well he didn't want to lay a finger on the knife.." You nodded your head understanding Cantaloupe fully. "So what will you do now that your recording studio is gone?" You say curiously.
The banana shrugged "I'm going on vacation y/n." You didn't know the banana would want to take a vacation. "I'm going to take a vacation at my second recording studio." He said drenched in sarcasm.
"Anyway if you need me contact this number. " The Dancing Banana sneakily gives you a second phone number to his actual phone number. The banana chuckled at his sarcasm. Any fangirl would die at the opportunity for the Dancing Bananas number but you wanted to chuck a car battery on his head.
" I would appreciate if you would not approach me for some time I have some..Show business." He chuckled softly. That evil, evil banana! The press and social media were head over heels for him! I don't trust the banana!
You sigh and think more..Like how you smile thinking about how he saved you from the studio rubble. But then you frown thinking about about how he got you into this mess. He was so morally unknowable that if you tried thinking about if he was bad or good your head would literally explode.
"Yeah okay bye Dancing Banana." You casually wave at the banana as you approach your father. You were about to ask if he wanted anything smiling at the silly, goofy memories of your father smiling at you. You then decide. You must acquire the best burgers for your dad. You gently put an extra layer of blanket on your father as you step out of the house to walk to the best burger shop in Hollywood.
You hum the peanut butter jelly time song as you tried to cheer up thinking that your dad wouldn't want to see you unhappy. You proceed to walk into a pole. Why is it that you keep getting injured Y/n?💀. It's definitely not my fault! /srs.
"Ow" you say touching your forehead in pain. You shrug off the pain and keep walking determinedly to get to the best burger shop which was extremely far away... You just kept thinking about your dads smile to distract you from the pain in your legs.
The sun began to set and you were crossing an extremely sketchy street. You saw a lot of sketchy fruits and the such litter the street as the moonlight overcame the sun. "Hey lady." One of the sketchy vegetables at the street say smirking.
"What's in that purse of yours doll?" He said drawing out a ducking gun. Your face dropped in horror. Your thoughts filled with endless goshdarnit's was this your end?! That escalated quickly?!As soon as the shady vegetable was smirking smugly showing a tiny glimpse of the gun he was drawing out slowly.
*BANG*
The shady vegetable immediately saw in horror how the gun was shot out of his hand. The fear on his face in terror. "No.. Not him...." He began running and screaming in terror for his life as the sketchy fruits and vegetables watched in the background. Y/n my buddy, pal, chum, friend. I think you accidentally walked into a gang owned part of town.
They just shrugged and didn't attack you though minding their business. Trading pokemon cards and illegally acquired money. But in the shadows somewhere there was a person with a recently shot gun.
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"No one touches my soon-to-be-illegally-acquired-money-that-I-haven't-gotten -back-yet." The figure from the shadows mutters annoyingly. "Shame I had to scare an... old business partner." He chuckled softly.
