Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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The story opens in a setting reminiscent of a bright, cheerful children's show. The scene is set in a colorful, whimsical studio filled with oversized furniture, smiling cartoon animals, and bright, primary-colored decorations. A catchy jingle plays, and the camera zooms in on the host, Y/n, a cheerful adult who wears a friendly, welcoming smile. Y/n had always loved the nostalgia of children's programs and enjoyed the simple joys they brought, even as an adult.
"Welcome to Katie Killjoy's Kreepy Korner! I'm Y/n, and today, we're going to have so much fun!" Y/n announces, clapping their hands together with excitement. The set looks like something out of a classic children's show, with soft pastel colors, smiling suns, and happy clouds painted on the walls. But there's something slightly off about it—perhaps the colors are too bright, or the smiles too wide.
Suddenly, the screen flickers, and for a split second, the happy scenery is replaced with a dark, decaying room. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving Y/n momentarily confused.
"Uh, did you see that? No? Well, maybe I'm just imagining things!" Y/n laughs nervously, trying to shake off the unease creeping up their spine. They turn to the camera, smiling again. "Let's meet our special guest for today—Katie Killjoy!"
The screen pans to Katie Killjoy, who enters the set in a burst of smoke and flickering lights. She's dressed in her typical attire—sharp, professional, but with an unsettling edge. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily darkens the room.
"Hello, darlings," Katie says with a sly smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't this just the cutest little show? Too bad it's all a bullshit."
Y/n blinks, caught off guard. "A... Bullshit? What do you mean, Katie?"
Katie takes another drag, the smile never leaving her face. "Oh, you know, these cute little programs—they're just sugarcoating the real horrors of life. But today, I think it's time we show our lovely audience the truth behind all these pretty colors."
The atmosphere in the studio shifts. The vibrant colors begin to fade, and the once-cheerful decorations start to look more sinister. The smiling sun on the wall twists into a grotesque grin, its eyes narrowing into menacing slits. The cartoon animals, once friendly, now leer at Y/n with sharp, jagged teeth.
"Let's play a game, Y/n," Katie says, her voice cold and mocking. "How about we see what's really behind these happy little images? Or are you too scared?"
Y/n hesitates, feeling a growing sense of dread. But before they can respond, the room suddenly goes dark, save for the dim glow of the TV screen. The once-upbeat jingle now plays in a distorted, haunting tone, echoing ominously through the space.
Katie's voice cuts through the darkness. "Welcome to reality, Y/n."
The lights flicker back on, but the studio is unrecognizable. The walls are now covered in peeling paint, revealing rotting wood underneath. The colorful decorations are replaced with twisted, nightmarish figures—creatures with elongated limbs and hollow eyes that seem to follow Y/n's every move.
Y/n looks around, panic rising in their chest. "What is this? Katie, this isn't funny!"
Katie merely chuckles, her smile widening into something grotesque. "Funny? Oh, darling, this is the truth. This is what's behind the mask of all those sweet, innocent shows you love so much. Beneath it all is just darkness, despair, and a never-ending cycle of misery."
The camera shifts to the "audience," now revealed to be lifeless mannequins with cracked, porcelain faces. Their empty eyes seem to stare into Y/n's soul, and the sound of faint, distorted laughter echoes through the studio.
Y/n backs away, heart pounding, but as they turn, they come face-to-face with a large, eerie puppet—a twisted version of a beloved childhood character, its mouth sewn into a permanent, terrifying grin.
"Run, Y/n, run," Katie whispers, her voice now surrounding them from all directions. "But no matter how far you go, you'll never escape. You'll never escape what's inside your own mind."
Y/n turns and bolts, but the set seems to stretch on endlessly. Every corner they turn leads them back to the same room, the same horrifying figures, and Katie's relentless, mocking laughter. The cheerful facade of the children's show has fully crumbled, revealing the dark, twisted reality beneath—a reflection of the fears, pressures, and inescapable truths that adulthood can bring.
Finally, Y/n collapses to the floor, breathless and terrified. Katie appears before them once more, crouching down to meet their gaze. She takes one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out on the floor, the embers casting a brief, eerie glow.
"You can't hide from the truth, Y/n," Katie murmurs, her voice low and menacing. "No matter how much you try to dress it up in pretty colors and happy tunes, the darkness will always find you."
The camera zooms in on Y/n's face, capturing the sheer terror in their eyes. The screen flickers once more, and for a brief moment, the original bright and cheerful set reappears—only now, it feels empty, hollow, and suffocating.
The show ends with a final, twisted jingle playing over the credits, distorted and warped, as the screen slowly fades to black. Katie's mocking laughter echoes one last time, leaving the viewers with a lingering sense of dread and unease.
