The Terrible Narrator (& Others)

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(Narrator wakes up)

Narrator: Where are the kids? T-The children...T-They're gone..The c-child-ren... I-It's another clique! Only one person must of done this! ヽ(#'Д')ﾉ *obviously very heated*
(screaming) COME AT ME YOU PEDOPHILE! I KNOW YOU ARE SOMEWHERE MOLESTING THOSE CHILDREN.(≧σ≦)

Manager:The Producer is giving them back to their parents.

Narrator: The Producer...?

Manager: Is a pedophile? *suggesting*

Narrator: No he.. I can't believe it. (Ꙩ_Ꙩ)

Manager: Uhm what..? (Ծ_Ծ)*dumbfounded*

(Door opens and the Producer walks in)

Narrator: I had no fucking idea we had a Producer(◐ o ◑)

Producer: Well that hurts. *in tears*(ఠ్ఠ ˓̭ ఠ్ఠ)

Narrator: Holy fuck. I thought I was talking to the cook.

Producer: Sadly, the cook isn't here. In fact, she is never here. (╯•﹏•╰)

Manager: And thats because...(ಠ_ಠ)

Producer: Oh thats because she is a prostit- *mouth gets shut with duct tape*

Narrator: She is a prostuucoonn.

Manager: A fucking what now? (◉_◉)

Narrator: She is a prostucon. Yeah. She works as a prostucon also because she isn't paid very well. (⊙０⊙)

Manager: Bitch, please. She got fired even with that crappy excuse.

Narrator: *shouting* YOU KNEW SHE WAS A FUCKING PROSTITUTE, TOO!??!

(Everyone looks at the Narrator, stunned in silence)

Narrator: Oh ahem..*clears throat & whispers* You knew her being a prostitute too?

Manager: No. I knew that she wasn't doing anything and we were still giving her shit. ( ་ ⍸ ་ )That, and the fact you told me she was also working as a prostitute. In which case, you can make loads if money on.

Narrator: FUCK. FUCK.FUCKING CHRIST. FUCK. FUCK. FUCKTEY HELL. I COULD BE A FUCKING WHORE AND MAKE MONEY. (∘⁼̴⃙̀˘︷˘⁼̴⃙́∘)

Manager: Oh hell, you ain't quitting. The viewers love you. I love you.
(๑•́ ω •̀๑)

Narrator: ( •/////•) R-Really? I mean I-I didn't think you would n-notice me.. I-I mean the whole reason I signed up was I thought you were fucking h-h-hot... No, fuck I mean well, you are hot but umm.. Well, uh fu-

Manager: So are you staying or not?

Narrator: *sarcastically implies* Yes I am now fucking kiss me. |°з°|

Manager: *smiles happily*
(๑•́ ω •̀๑)Good, because it would be a shame that one of our top characters quit.

Narrator: Fucking hell. *sulks in corner* I hate you..I really thought you meant it. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Manager: Meant what?

Narrator: You liking me. (　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

Manager: Oh yeah, I like you, why?

Narrator:(〃▽〃) Lets get fucking married then~

Manager: ≖‿≖ Hell no.

And on this day forth, the happy days of the Narrator's life came to end, everything changed when the fire nation attacked--

Producer: Guys, where's Gabbie and the Director? And what the fuck are you mumbling, Narrator? (¬_¬)

Manager: *scoffs* Gabbie's obviously in the library! Because she's the Librarian! *sarcastic cough, wheeze* The Director.. Uhh.. Directing!⚈้̤͡ ˌ̫̮ ⚈้̤͡

Producer: Why the hell is everybody slacking when I'm not around?!Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Gabbie the Librarian: Not 'slacking'! (appears upside down in front of Producer's face) Lacking~!(ಠ◡ಠ)

Director: (tackles Producer down to the floor) Producer~! I have some great, raw talent for you!

Producer: Oh, haha, great. *blunt hurt sarcasm* Now get off of me!ヽ(#'Д')ﾉ

Manager: *is dead inside, has been hunched in the dark corner, muttering sad prayers* Love yet not be known, yet so fulfilling of great boundaries--

Gabbie the Librarian: (drags Manager out) Let's go. You're going to go see a therapist, hun. You're crazy.

Producer: NO! YOU HAVE NO TALENT, THAT'S WHY YOU DIRECT!(◣д◢) (screaming at Director)

Director: B-B-B-But!(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Manager: *SOBBING* NO I DON'T WANT TO GOOOOOOOO!

(Solving their problems like adults) (¬_¬)Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Random Person: CUT SCENE! THAT'S A WRAP!(Ꙩ_Ꙩ)

Director: THAT'S MY JOB, YOU SHIT!!=͟͟͞͞(๑•̀=͟͟͞͞(๑•̀д•́=͟͟͞͞(๑•̀д•́๑)=͟͟͞͞(๑•̀д•́)))

Producer: Well maybe if you quit trying to show you're goddamn 'raw talent', nobody would steal it. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) I need a vacation..