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a little injury (comedy gold)

A/N there will be mentions of injury and blood, if you are sensitive to that please do not read this chapter!!

Trophy walked into the brightly lit theatre, almost everyone at the hotel was here. Seats upon seats filled with residents, some looked expecting, others not so much. Trophy sat down in the back row and looked around the room.

"Huh, different crowd than last time" he mumbled quietly to himself. He had been to many if not all of these shows, and he was there for the same reason he was always there.

To heckle, specifically heckle cheesys comedy shows that were hosted every Saturday. Trophy kept his hood on to cover his face, leaning back in his chair. The stage spotlights went up and a figure began walking up from behind the curtains.

"Gouda afternoon folks, thankyou all for chopping by to tonight's show, glad you could make it!" The crowd arupted into applause and cheers, Trophy rolled his eyes. Cheesy quickly began his act, which trophy had to admit had improved since his first show six months ago, he actually laughed at some bits, almost forgetting what he came here to do in the first place. Trophy watched as Cheesy paced accross the stage, making everyone laugh, with stupid puns and surprisingly clever bits, that stupid smile that would plaster onto his face when he would bring the crowd to hysterical laughter, the way it felt like there was no one else in the room exept him and that dumb block of chedder...he felt his heart flutter as his hands rose to grab his chest.

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself, it was about at this point he realized what he came here to do in the first place, not to watch cheeys stupid comedy. He took a deep breath, painting a devious grin in his face before confidently standing up. His chair made a loud screech sound as the back of his legs send it crashing behind him.

"HEY YOU CORNY BLOCK OF CHEDER" Trophy yelled, cupping his hands to his mouth to make himself louder. Heads turned to look at trophy, and cheesys face became one of expected irritation.

"Well if it isn't our golden heckler, it wouldnt brie' a comedy one of my shows without it....ok but seriously why do you keep doing this" Cheesy sighed, placing his microphone back onto its stand and hoping down the stage stairs to reach ground level. Usually Cheesy would play off his heckling until trophy either sat back down, or straight up just left, but Cheesy seemed to be completely fed up with it. This was going to be fun...

"Cause you're comedys trash!" Trophy stated getting up from his row and into the aisle.

"Trophy, if you want to come to my shows, come just for some laughs, not to heckle me" Cheesy walked down the aisle closer towards trophy, others in the crowd started whispering and murmering to eachother. Trophy could feel the mood in the room shift drastically.

"Nah, this is way more fun" he laughed obnoxiously loud, just to annoy the comedian further. This was great, he has Cheesys full attention!

"Your heckling was sort of funny at first, really helped me improve my crowd work, but it's starting to krill the vibe" Cheesy stared into Trophy's soul, awaiting a snippy comeback or a snarkey response.

"Its funny to me, and your reaction is priceless", he began to walk forward towards Cheesy, "You're jokes aren't even that funny-" he cut himself off seemingly suddenly by tripping over his own foot, he stumbled forwards before falling flat on the ground.

His ears began to ring as he heard small gasps, footsteps were heard, murmers between friends. He slowly opend his eyes which he hadn't realized he closed, everything was blurry and the world seemed to be spinning around him. He could barely make the rush of people standing above him seemingly panicked. This wasn't exactly the kind of drama and attention he was looking for....before he knew it, the space around him went out like a light.