Club Paridise

Chapter One: New Beggings

TRIGGER WARNING: inappropriate phrasing

"You know after BFDI i really am not earning as much" Announcer thought in his empty apartment. All properties around him felt distant and miserable, without anything standing out for him to focus on. "What will bring me a steady income again?" He reluctantly looked around his room for a drop of inspiration but with no luck. . .until . . .a memory struck upon him. "Hey do you remember the frat house we opened . . . Yeah, yeah, that one. Do we still own it? Oh oh, great! Yeah, I was thinking of reopening it. . . . No no! I'm going to make it a club-type thing, you know? Ok, thanks; you should come by and reconnect once I open it! Yeah, yeah just like old times. . . .see you!" Announcer closes the phone with anticipation "Finally something to do!". As excitement ran through his body he sprang up from his couch and went straight to his office where the keys of that building layed, he thought "Should i really do this, i mean the money will come running after my business but it will take months for me to advertise it. . . .not to mention the money i'm going to have to spend for to re-build this thing!" A nervous aura takes over, hesitant on whether he should open it and then *ding dong* the doorbell rings.

-Hey Announcer!
A soft toned voice says
-We came to pay you a visit. . .
A low toned voice says and starts walking in Announcer's living room without consent.
-Four!! That's not polite!!
The small yellow object yells at the bigger blue integer.
Four-. . . Sorry . . .
He says as he gets up to shake hands with Announcer.
An.-Hello Four, what sends you here?
Four -X wanted to come here; ask him about it, not me.
X-oh uh I just wanted to know how you are these days and I didn’t have your phone number, I just wanted to know how you are catching up these days after BFDI!
Announcer's brain lights up and his tongue is quick to equip him.
An.-Actually, I have some big plans in mind that I thought you could help me with.
X-Really? What're your big plans then? We would be happy to help!
X says optimistically
An.-Well some buddies of mine and me own a two-story building that we don't use anymore. I thought I could open up a club there, but I don't have enough money to afford all the changes needed.
Four-Well, Announcer, we can't help yo—
X-Of course we will help you! How much money will it be?
An.-I don't know; I imagine it being in the millions, but you don't have to contribute; i can get the work done in a couple of years—
X hands over his black card.
X-No no, I have the money!!
Four- . .you mean "we" have the money. . . .
X-Oh, yeah right!
An.-Wow you really do have the money, want to come check out the place then?
Four-Well, um, I don't kn-
X-Yeah!
Announcer walks out of the front door to reveal his Lexus LC500.
An.-Alright then, hop in!
X and Four get in the car, and Announcer starts driving to their destination.

The wind blowing, the birds chirping and the music flowing out of the radio sets the tune of a fresh new start, new beginnings.
Four then breaks the silence by whispering to his partner.
Four-Isn't this plan a bit far fetched, I mean, is this idea going to work?
X notices and whispers back.
X-I don't know but a good adventure is always worth the while!
X softly places his hand on top of Four's, comforting him.
Four-You're r- right.
He whispered to him for the last time as butterflies fly around in his stomach.
An.-We're almost there.
Announcers sweat dribbles down to his seat , he presses the petals of the car harder and harder as his mind fills with anxious thoughts.
"What if they reject my idea? What if I don't get recognised as a good business? What if they hate it? What if! What if! What if!----
He stops the car rapidly and looks up.
An.-We're . . . . Here.
Announcer unlocks the car and gets out, Four and X follow behind him to the building.
Four-This place sure is big; how many rooms does this even have?
An.-It's got 2 floors and an underground level so . . . . You can count by yourselves.
X-Sounds exciting! Can we go in?
An.-Sure, let me open the door for you.
Announcer slides in the biggest key out of the 12 he's got in his hand and *click* it opens.
Inside you can see rusted over party supplies, badly painted walls, leftover empty beer cans and badly drawn art on the walls only thirteen year old boys would approve of. X and Four were a bit surprised by all the messy rooms nobody cleaned but they expected to see all the usual stuff party-going frat boys use: vapes, cigarettes, beers, old speakers, you name it, they had it! Announcer, whilst walking around, he was remembering the "good old days" of college and all the unhealthy behaviours he participated in
"Ugh i should have cleaned this place earlier; it smells so bad it could kill a small victorian child".
Four puzzled on how they would get started on renovating this place questions Announcer.
Four-So . .uhh do you have some sort of plan on how to renovate this place???
An.-I have no idea but first we get clogged with renovation, we need to clean this shit hole. Let’s get started, you two can go grab some cleaning supplies!
X-Um. . . I'm sorry to ruin this but it's already past 8 p.m.; all nearby stores have probably closed for today.
An.-You are right; maybe tomorrow morning?
Four-X do we have anything tomorrow?
X-No Four, we are on vacation, remember?
Four-Oh, yeah, we are. Welp, then we’ll see you again tomorrow, can you drive us back to your house?
We don’t know how to get home from here.
An.-Sure, I will send you the address so you can pull it up on smoogle maps.
Four-Alright then let’s go.
Announcer leads the way to his car and unlocks it; everyone gets tired. The sound of trees brushing against each other, the midnight glow, owls howling–everything is silent and serene. And after what seemed to be a flash of a second Announcer yells.
An-Ok we’re back to mi casa!
X-Thank you Announcer!!
An.-No problem, see you two tomorrow!
Announcer gets out of his car, locks it and unlocks the door to his house to then disappear inside his dark and empty home..
Four-Ok should I just teleport us home?
X-Couldn’t you have done that before he drove us all the way here?
Four-I- uh. . . . I could have. .  .. . Oh well!
Four uses his powers to teleport them home. In a matter of seconds they’re standing in front of their front door. As Four was getting his keys his phone vibrates so he picks that out of his pocket too to see who texted him. It was Announcer.
“Hello, It’s Announcer, I got your number from a contestant of mine, here’s the address:”
Four-Huh, Interesting name, Sehr Betrunken 9. 
X-It seems to be in another language, I wonder what it means.
Four-Whatever, also why did you give him my card?
X-I forgot to get it back, sorry. . . . can we just get inside our house now?
Four-Oop-  forgot, let’s get in.

-Hmm, someone’s invested in opening a new club? That’ll be interesting. . . . .