Podiums were destroyed. Props and carpet were burnt to ash. Everything was gone in the blink of an eye.
No one would've thought such a thing would happen to the Banana's show. Especially from one who's identity was almost unknown.
The panic. The fear. The cowardice. It's eating you alive.
I̶t̵'̷s̸ ̵e̶a̵t̴i̶n̷g̵ ̵y̴o̵u̷ ̵a̴l̷i̷v̵e̷-̸
"Uhh, hello?"
A panicked scream comes out and startles the figure nearby.
A frightened lemon sits on a bench at Shovelware Studios Hollywood's entrance, the location at which the Brain Game set was burnt down. He had managed to escape through the wall before the fire had managed to get worse. Somehow, he didn't get hurt after making a lemon-shaped hole right through the wall.
A green afroed vegetable had noticed the lemon sitting alone, rocking himself back and forth and had come to try and help calm him down.
"...Oh, sorry," the lemon apologizes for his abrupt reaction. "Didn't mean to scream."
"Hey, is everything alright?" the broccoli asks. "You seem stressed." The broccoli finds a spot on the bench to sit next to the lemon.
"It's fine, it's just... Did you see what that blocky guy did to the place?! First they started cursing at these cherries, destroyed the set, and then lit the whole place on fire! I mean, what kind of MANIAC has the audacity to-"
"Whoa, whoa! Hey! Easy now!" the broccoli cuts the yellow fruit off before he could scare himself more. "Everything's gonna be fine!"
"Ugh, I'm so sorry," the lemon sighs.
"You don't have to be sorry, it's all good! Does any of this fear have to do with the juicers you've been panicking all about?"
"Y-yeah, it does. I've had many terrible memories with all that juicer stuff. Many... many terrible memories."
"Aw, man... I can't imagine how hard that must be for you."
"Yeah, and I always make a fool out of myself whenever I get scared like this."
"...Well... it's okay to be scared sometimes. Everyone needs a little fear in their lives. Fear makes us strong! But it's all about facing those fears head-on that makes us strong!"
"...You really think so?"
"I know so! I'm sure if you have someone like me by your side, you'll overcome your fears and become a changed fruit! I just know it."
The lemon pauses for a moment, completely silent. Before the broccoli could say anything, the lemon hugs tight onto the broccoli.
"Thanks a bunch. I really needed that," the lemon tells the broccoli, as the broccoli hugs him back.
"Hey, don't mention it-! ...Uhh-"
"Lemon! My name's Lemon!"
"The name's Broccoli! Pleasure to meet you!"
The two let go of each other as Broccoli starts to hear a jingle in the distance.
"Y'know," Broccoli begins. "All this conversation is making me hungry. C'mon, let's get out of here! I think I can see an ice cream truck up ahead."
"Ooh, I love ice cream!"
Broccoli grabs Lemon's hand as they head away from Shovelware Studios Hollywood.
"Maybe we can find one of those goofy Dancing Banana popsicles, too!" Broccoli adds.
"Oh, absolutely! Haha!"
FIN
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Thanks for reading till the end! I'm sorry if this story was shorter than the last, I just wanted to fit a little Lemoccoli chapter inside cuz I love these fellas so much.
I also wanted to add a chapter to this because I'm genuinely really proud of the story I created for A Rookie's Stance. And I'm thinking about making this tale branch out further than just the Rookie & Arthur, so definitely be sure to keep an eye out for that :]
Regarding the studio, they're slowly but surely putting out the fires, and the Dancing Banana will return to his regular schedule soon after. Well, as "regular" as it could possibly be anyway.
(All the characters here belong to Shovelware Studios this story is purely just fanfiction, but I'm sure you already knew that.)
oh yeah don't worry about rookie & arthur, they're having the best time at new orleans rn :)
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