Blurryface meets Cry Baby

The Guests

   "Thank you so much! Stick around if you can, we'll be meeting with the audience shortly to speak with all of you individually!" Cry Baby announced cheerfully on the final night of the magic show.

"Blurry, we did it!" She whispered, pure joy in her heart and voice. "And who knows how much money we've made! I can't believe all of that happened! What a dream!" He gave her a smile and nodded. He seemed to be amused by her excited rambling.

After a few quick touch-ups in her dressing room, she placed her small body into a mass of people walking and chattering about.

"So entertaining!" A woman holding a baby told her, placing a hand on Cry Baby's shoulder.

"Oh, thank you so much! Hey, little guy!" She greeted the baby, which made the mother giggle.

"He sure did have a blast! I'm always fascinated at how such young people can process the emotions around them, aren't you?"

"Oh, certainly." Although, Cry Baby wasn't around adolescents very much.

"Anyway, it was a great evening! Have a nice night."

"You too!"

Her smile quickly turned into a horrid frown and her eyes became the size of frying pans.

In the back of the theatre, she noticed a tall blonde woman with a 1950s hairstyle, and a suspicious look in her eyes.

Cry Baby's mother.

She frantically retrieved her phone from her purse, and nodded sweetly to a man who was trying to talk to her.

"Cry Baby!"

"Blurryface, where are you?"

"I can't go out."

"Blurry, my mother is here."

"What?" He cursed under his breath. "We have to leave."

"Get out here. Please."

"No. I can't." He sighed. "Look, where are you?"

"A few meters away from the stage."

"Okay, look over to your right a bit, at the very end of one of the rows."

Nothing seemed abnormal. There was an elderly couple, and two little boys. A very short woman standing up from her seat. Another elderly couple, more mothers and children, and... oh.

Blurry's old principal. Mr. Jackson.

   "Oh no. Oh, gosh."

   "Cry Baby. Please come backstage. I don't like the idea of you being out there with them. Of course they waited until the last night. Please just turn around."

   "Okay." Cry Baby agreed, not needing much encouragement, despite her fear of being unprofessional.

   She turned around. Mr. Jackson wasn't stirring up any trouble as of yet, but Cry Baby's mom was storming straight towards her.

   Cry Baby started to jog. Cry Baby's mother started to jog. Cry Baby started to run. Cry Baby's mother started to run.

   Cry Baby sprinted backstage.

   "Don't let that crazy woman in here! Get her out of the theater!" She yelled to the security guard, who, thankfully, obeyed.

   Cry Baby could hear the theater become silent, except for distressed and outraged cries from her mother.

"That was scary. She was chasing me." Cry Baby's fear drove tears out of her eyes, and Blurryface wrapped his warm arms around her. He felt stiff and unsure, but it was enough to know he cared about her.