~Berry Blast Love~ (Kool Aid Man x Reader)

~Tropical Punch~

       The sun beat down on Kool Aid Man as he watched the waves crash against the shore.  Finally, some time to himself. Work has been a nightmare. Now he could relax and listen to the sounds of the ocean. Perspiration dripped down his sides as he muttered a soft "Oh yeah."

        A loud ringtone broke him from his warm trance. Grumbling, he picked up his phone.

       "Who's this?" he sighed, disappointed that he couldn't have his time to himself.

       "Kool Aid Man? This is Dat Boi. Watch me Rolling? Yeah, I work at the bank now. Being a meme doesn't pay that well." Dat Boi laughed, "Anyways, just wanted to call and tell you, you're broke. We'll be tearing down the Kool Aid Company buidling and factory tomorrow morning. it's gonna be one of those fancy hotel buildings!"

      Kool Aid stared into space. Wearily, he hung up after saying a brisk goodbye. He couldn't believe it! His company that worked so hard to build from the ground up, was going to be turned into a hotel! If he ever saw Dat Boi's ugly face anywhere near him, he'd kick his froggy ass! Kool Aid man slumped in his chair. This day is just one huge Tropical Punch to the gut.

      Later that night, Kool Aid man found his way to his favorite bar, "Dead Memes." The place where every washed-up meme went sooner or later. He hadn't realized he'd sunk so low. He pushed open the doors with a defeated sigh. The bartender, the cash-me-outside-girl, yelled out her long forgotten catch phrase as he entered. 

     "Was got ya down?" She asked, in her normal, annoying tone.

      "Kool Aid corp is going to be shut down," He sighed, "That's an Oh No." 

      "My show actuall-"

      "Your show was trash. My show was the best." A lonely voice grumbled from the back of the room.

      "Who said that?! You wanna cash me outside?" 

      A short figure with a long cloak on hopped onto the bar stool next to Kool. He slowly took off his hood. Everyone gasped loudly.

     "The infamous Kermit the Frog!" She cried. "Hey, we ain't got no beef, right Kerm?"

     "Right," he grumbled. Kermit turned towards Kool Aid, "Come with me," his voice was low and deep, but still kept its signature sound.

     Kermit dragged him out back. Kool Aid had never been back here before. 

     "I got something that I think you'll like." Kermit slowly pulled out a small bag of white power. Kool Aid gasped.

    "Is that..?"

    "Yeah, the good stuff. Limited edition pickled Kool Aid. Don't ask too many questions, and i'll let you sell some with me," Kermit stuck out his froggy hand,"Deal?"

    Kool Aid could only stare at the white powered-filled bag. Where did he get such a delicacy? It's illegal! But, it was tempting. That beautiful power was all he needed right now.

    "Deal." He grabbed Kermit's hand and shook him roughly.