Damianya one shots ❤️

Fun? Who's that?

Host: Guys, I just completed another script. You know what that means. (Holds up a camera)

Director: Boss, at this rate we're gonna have to get new supplies next week!

Noah: He's right, ma'am. (Holds up a bar chart)

Toby: Yeah, but isn't Becky paying for it?

Stuart: (outta nowhere) Yup. She's on her way right now.

Jacob: Boss we just finished filming "Humour me, please". What's next?

Noah,Toby & Director (in sync): AAGGHH! Where did you too come from?!

Jacob (unbothered): We've been here the whole time.

Stuart: Anyways, Louis been bugging us for the last 20 minutes because he couldn't find you two! (points at Toby & Noah)

Noah (sheepishly): Hahaha... about that...

Toby: We ran. Noah was terrified when he saw that huge fake spider in the cupboard and I'm now scared of fish because they did a whole scene with a fish and even did a funeral for it. I am NOT going back.

Host: I'm pretty sure you were always scared of fish Toby and you guys have got to go back. I know you think Louis' crazy but that's cause you've just met him. Come to think of it, he only came back from the hospital a month ago. So go do your job and be nice or you won't get PAID!

Director: But you don't pay them, I pay them.

Host: (grabbing him by the shoulders) RORY won't pay you!

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The week began with cloudy skies and an even cloudier mood surrounding Damian Desmond. As always, he sat in his usual spot in Eden Academy's pristine classroom, meticulously taking notes while his classmates lived a far more animated reality around him.

"Have you noticed?" Becky whispered to Anya, sneaking glances at the ever-focused Damian. "He's been like that all week. No jokes. No yelling at Ewen. Just... books."

Anya tilted her head and used her telepathy to peek inside Damian's mind. It was stuffed with thoughts like "Treaty of Westalia," "Midterm prep," and "Must surpass my brother." Her eyes widened in horror.

"He doesn't even know what fun is anymore," she said solemnly.

Ewen and Emile wandered over at the sound of the word fun.

"Yeah," Emile agreed, flopping dramatically into a desk. "Yesterday I told a joke about a dancing turtle, and he corrected my grammar."

"He stopped reacting to my pranks!" Ewen cried. "I tied his shoelaces together and he just... stepped over them. Like some kind of anti-fun ninja!"

Anya jumped to her feet, fists clenched in dramatic resolve. "We must save him before he turns into a robot. Plan: Make Damian Laugh!"

The others cheered. Emile dramatically saluted. "For the soul of fun—we march!"

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The following Saturday, the five of them met at the glittering gates of Big Bounce Kingdom—one of Ostania's most extravagant (and questionably safe) theme parks.

Damian stood stiffly, hands in his pockets, his perfectly polished shoes catching the morning sun. "Are we quite done with this nonsense yet?"

"Nope!" Becky chirped. "Not until you experience joy."