My Vaniro One-Shot Collection

Of Dancing, Robots, and Scholarships

A/N: NOT ENTIRELY ORIGINAL! This is inspired off of hanaekaptr and ToaAerrow's Big Hero Glitch (it does slightly reference Vanellope's possible super suit). I actually asked hanaekaptr if it was okay (sorry ToaArerrow, I'd contacted hanaekaptr, another FF author, and about three of my YT peoples. I was done by then) and she (he?) said I could as long as I put up some disclaimers that credited them. (Also, I don't own BH6 or WiR). But this isn't some fan-idea-for-next-chapter-thing. THIS IS A STORY ALL ON ITS OWN.

They weren't giving up. They just weren't.

Hiro didn't understand it. These dancers had just decided to come and make claimed botfighting grounds their tournament arena. How stupid was that? They were dancers for heavens sake. Why didn't they just take up a stage in some theatre?

"Because Magnet Barbie Player, most places don't like shady dancers." This was said by a curvy (hey, she was a dancer. Hiro could say that), raven-haired female whose said hair was littered in candy.

There was nothing dark about her (except for maybe her hair. But even that was dyed in rainbow colors). In fact, everything about her group was colorful and shiny— like candy. What were shady dancers anyway? Their opponents for the night looked shadier than her group did, and they were called the Dragons (1) (although, to be fair, her group was called Sugar Rush).

While that Dragon group was on topic, they had a chick that had scared them off enough to be able to get their equipment set up. Even Big Yama looked put off by these people. They were dancers! They giggled and moved their bodies and listened to music. Once the song for Sugar Rush came on, Hiro was ready to jump in and slap all of them.

He hated Pussycat Dolls (2).

But a lanky dude with a mediocre robot in his hand pushed Hiro back.

"Don't mess with shady dancers, man." He looked over Hiro for a moment before adding, "You're old enough to appreciate it anyway."

In that moment, Hiro couldn't have hated the dancers more. Why? This was waaaay more trouble than it was worth. These dancers were taking up his time that would be better spent on working on his inventions or sleeping. Hiro didn't want to wait until these people finished, and there were witnesses there on the spot, watching the dancers and suffocating Hiro. This was not cool.

But Hiro couldn't help but watch Sugar Rush's performance. The group was made up of 6 people, each gender making up half of the group. They were dancing to a mash-up of "When I Grow Up" by both Pussycat Dolls and Mayday Parade. They used articulate moves and Hiro couldn't help but think that their reflexes would make superheroes jealous (cough, cough).

The Dragons went up and a new song played. Hiro looked over to see Sugar Rush taking a break, sweating like it was summer in Japafornia. Hiro's will to talk them out returned with less ambition. The leader caught Hiro looking and winked. Hiro grit his teeth and looked away. This was ridiculous. Before, he could change his mind, Hiro decided to confront her.

"This is botfighting territory!" Hiro complained. He had to contain a cringe at how weak he sounded.

"Yeah, you've said so before Magnet Barbie Player."

Hiro spoke through grit teeth, "That's not my name."

"Oh yeah? Known by something else among your Barbie Doll players?" said the candy-haired leader. The strawberry blonde snickered behind her and the boys in the group were beginning to pay some smug attention.

Hiro's ego kicked up and he retorted, "Yeah. The kid that graduated high school at 13."

"Ooo, Brainiac. Well I'm known as the Candy Princess and I don't really care if this is your "spot" to play dolls." Candy Princess swung back her hair and took a sip out of her water bottle. "We'll be out of your way by tomorrow."