Banana Bus Squad 'X' Reader

Smii7y -- Uh... No Thanks

I pull into the parking lot and find a spot. The building looms in front of us. I turn off the car and look over at my boyfriend with a cheeky grin. His eyes are trained on the haunted attraction. "You're joking." He says after a couple seconds.

"Come on! It'll be so much fun!" I unbuckle my seatbelt and he shakes his head.

"You know how much I hate this kind of stuff." He whines.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're a pussy," I smirk and he gasps, pretending to be offended. I laugh. "Sorry, sorry. Just come with me. It won't be that bad, I swear. If you remember that this is all fake and that it's people trying to make a quick buck, it'll be a lot more fun." He turns away from me and it's my turn to whine. "Smitty!" I poke him. "Please!" He groans as I keep poking him and repeating 'please'.

"Fine!" He sighs and I cheer, grabbing him and kissing his cheek. He rubs his cheek with a slight blush before unbuckling his seat belt.

We get out of the car and head up to the house, paying the entry fee. I practically skip up to the front door while Smitty drags his feet behind me. I open the door and let him in first while he grumbles about how the people who go first are the ones who die first. I'm laughing my ass off as we begin to wander down a hallway to the next door. The room is designed to look like a prison, multiple cells line each wall and there are fake blood stains on the floors, walls, and bars. Inside some cells are crude drawings or the occasional pentagram. Smitty walks slowly and I walk next to him, holding his hand for comfort.

We pass the fifth cell and a person jumps out, screaming at us. Smitty screams and hides behind me, clutching my shirt in his fists. The person doesn't seem to move so I tip a fake hat at them and continue while they follow us and Smitty threatens the bloody inmate. I hide my smile as we reach the door and open it.

The next room is decorated to look like a run down hospital. It's really well done and creepy. Gurneys sit unused, some with blood stains, others with body bags. Hired people walk aimlessly through the hall, darting between rooms. Some are dressed as doctors, others as patients. Smitty glares at anyone who reaches out to us. There are a few patients that have their guts spewing from their abdomens and some of them have gashes on their face. "Oh, babe look!" I slap Smitty's arm as I point to one man who has half his brain exposed on the top of his head. I hear my boyfriend gag and I laugh. He rushes me to the next room.

We open the door and a stair case greets us, winding down into the basement. Instantly Smitty denies going down. "Uh... no thanks." He turns to go the other way but some of the dead patients begin wandering towards us and he looks back at me with a sigh. "Fine."

"I love you." I snicker as I literally drag him down the stairs. Once we get to the bottom step, the space opens up into a torture chamber. There's body bags in random corners, torture weapons on the wall as well as a small table, a metal bed equipped with leather straps, blood stains, and what looks like body parts in jars. I push Smitty through the room first and a man in a bloody apron jumps out at us. I scream, Smitty would've laughed at me if he wasn't screaming too. We quickly sprint through the next door while the man yells and chases us.

I slam the door behind me and burst out laughing, Smitty laughing too. "You should've... seen your face!" He cries.

"My face? Yours was-" I stop mid sentence as I look at the room we just entered. Clowns. Everywhere. "Noooooooooooo." Smitty looks too and grabs ahold of me.

"It's fake, it's fake, they're fake, it's fake," Smitty repeats as we slowly walk through the room. There are life sized ones, itty bitty ones, ones that go up to my knee, bloody ones, happy ones, sad ones, angry ones, every kind of clown and they're super creepy. We get towards the end of the room one of the female life sized ones jumps out at us. I scream and roundhouse kick the poor girl.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I apologize to the clown but she screams at us to get out. We quickly nod and run out the door, up some stairs and out the exit of the house. We run all the way to the car and as soon as we slam our door closed, we have a fit. I start crying I'm laughing so hard.

"You-You-You kicked her!"

"I know!" I wheeze.

"We gotta do that again sometime." He smiles at me, calming down.

"Yeah we do," I reply, starting the car.

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Heyyyy! How are you guys? I did it! I uploaded another part. *plays air guitar* I am just the best... not really.

~Del~ What'd I miss?

Nothing really.

~Del~ Did you do a part with me?
Not recently no... I don't think.
~Del~ But I'm next right?
Yeah.
~Del~ Yessssssss!

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