Break a Horn / Fantoccio X Reader

16 / Apologies

You held the public phone in your hands, shaking in anticipation. The phone rang for awhile on the other side, and you hoped they would pick up.

A female voice spoke on the other side, sounding tired, "hello...? Zoe speaking."

You smiled, relieved, "hey, Rubes..."

The phone was silent for a minute, and you checked to see if the connection dropped. You were startled at the frantic shouting on the other end.

"Y/N?! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! IT'S BEEN WEEKS, EVERYBODY THINK YOU'RE MISSING! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD I'VE BEEN WORKING TO KEEP YOUR NAME AFLOAT?!"

You winced at the loud tone, "I'm so sorry, Rubes. I... got caught up in something. N-nothing illegal! Just visiting... a friend," you lied.

She sighed, "you... you... ugh, I'm so relieved but I'm also so conflicted... just get to the club right now, please?"

"Uh, yeah, will do. Actually, I have something to admi—" "GET MOVING!" She interrupted as he hung up. You sighed, placing the phone back onto its stand and stepping out of the phone booth.

As you exited, you were once again startled by a sudden presence.

"You look awfully familiar," the man said. He examined you closer, humming deeply, "hrmph... funny. You look exactly like that one missing celebrity, but I'm sure you get that a lot."

You pointed to yourself, "um, me? That's because I'm Y/N, the comedian that's... been missing...?" Your voice raised an octave, turning your statement into a question.

The man was silent, but his eyes lit up, "holy—! Y-you are! Where have you been?! I-I gotta post about this!" You tried to stop him, but his fingers were already madly dashing across the keyboard of his phone.

"I-I gotta go!" You exclaimed, turning on your heel and sprinting away, into the direction of your club.

"Y/N was found?!" A passerby told their friend as you zoomed by.

When your comedy club came into view, you were halted by three people blocking your way. They wore your merchandised t-shirts and the headbands with your horns on them, "ohmigosh, Y/N! You're totally back!" They said, pulling you into an unwarranted hug.

"B-back off!" You shouted, shoving yourself away from their grasp. To your horror, you spotted one of the fans reaching for your horn. It was the same thing all over again. Only this time, you were fed up.

You huffed as you bowed your head and swung it back, striking their hand with your single horn. They flinched and coddled their hand, "ow! That fucking hurt!"

"Yeah?" You said, distressed and angry, "think about how I feel when you people pull at me like a doll!" You rammed your way through the forming crowd.

Once you entered the large glass door of your club, you slammed it shut and double-locked it. You threw your satchel carelessly to the side.

Mrs. Ruby was already in the lobby with the concession stand, speed-walking as best as she could up to you in her red high-heels. "How was the vacation?" She spat sarcastically.

"Great," you responded, "I have something I need to get off my chest, could you please let me get ready before you open those doors?"

She cocked her head, "you're doing a show right now? Right after being missing?" Then, her tail wagged happily, "what a work ethic, I like that! How much should the entrance fee be? Obviously high since you've been gone for so long..."

"Just a dollar, this show is important," you said as you struggled whilst hastily trying to put the right key into the dressing room door.

"What?! We kinda need to make up for lost profit here, Y/N!" Mrs. Ruby argued. You snapped your head towards her, upset, "Zoe," you said, serious as can be, "I'm going to lose my career here, just PLEASE listen to me, for once."