i was just in my room one day looking at conans tik toks and then the lightbulb in my head finally lit.
i kinda hate this one because... it's not really conan... just read-
(b/f/n) = best friend's name
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"The raccoon had babies, y/n. BABIES!" b/f/n complained as we walked out of the bubble tea shop. I nod as I sip my flavored drink and chewing the little balls of boba in my mouth.
She continues to rant while we walk down the sidewalks of New York. People were probably wondering why a teenage girl was making a fuss over stray animals in her yard, but we ignored them (like you're supposed to...)
"They were basically making their home in my front yard. I absolutely hate it when rabid animals live outside my house because, one, they are RABID, and SECOND, they do NOT pay rent! Like what the heck, who's the one paying rent here?" She points to herself with her drink.
"Me!"
I laugh at her, while she angrily take a sip from her cup. I see her anger fade away when she gets to chew on the boba.
"You still mad about the little raccoons in your yard now?" I tease.
"All of this is going away after I finish this cup, but this is hella good." She says.
I continue to stare at her with a smile on my face, she doesn't notice until she looks at me.
"What is it." She asks.
I give her a smirk, knowing she'll probably hate me after.
"Can I name one of the raccoons in your yard..?" I joked.
"Y/n, NO!"
"I'm kidding." I say, trailing off. As we reach the street stop lights, I hear a ton of cars honking their horns for some reason.
"What's the issue? I know we're in the city, but..." I then realise what's happening.
There's a guy in the middle of the street doing the macarena, while a girl is filming him on an iPhone 11 pro.
"Hey, y/n.. isn't that Conan Gr-"
"HAHAHA, nO? Wha- no! That's not him, just keep walking. Just keep walking." I grab her by the collar of her shirt, dragging her down the sidewalk.
"Y/n, st-"
"jUsT kEeP wAlKiNg" I said, walking down the sidewalk even faster, worrying that Conan would point at me to join him in doing the dance. Both of us would be an embarrassment.
"Y/N, THE SIDEWALK SIGN SAYS TO STOP, NOT WALK." She yells, pulling herself back. I jolt forward, dropping my drink and letting go of b/f/n 's shirt.
"Nooo, my drink." I whine, frowning.
"You littered." b/f/n states, trying to hold back her laughter.
"If it wasn't for you pulling yourself back!?"
"Yeah, okay, I was trying to-"
"YOU!" Another voice yells out. I look around to see who yelled my name, and see Conan pointing at me.
"COME DO LE MACARENA, EHH." He beamed in a bad accent. I face palm myself, dragging my hand down my face.
"No-"
"Get this dude out of the streets, please? Do the stupid dance elsewhere." Someone says from their car. I could see their eyes and ears turning red.
"I."
"Go out there, y/n." b/f/n, says, pushing me into the streets. I curse under my breath by suddenly think...
It probably won't be that bad.
I stand next to Conan in he middle of the street and start dancing. He gives me a teethy smile, but then I hear a truck horn to my left. I turn and see a pick up truck heading our way at 69 miles per hour. Conan doesn't notice, and my reflexes are too slow so both of us end up getting hit.
Yet we're still alive.
"BUDDY!" I yell to Conan.
"BUDDY, LET'S KEEP DANCING!" I nod and agree, still doing the macarena while the truck drags us down the street.
Both of us hear another honk, and before we knew it, the truck had run into a building and we end up getting crushed to death.
Both of us die and we died while doing the macarena.
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stupid impulse, why. why?
oh god my brain.
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