(EXPLICIT CONFUSION)

"What the-" You gaped as Brandon Rogers; clad in pink spandex and horrendous makeup zoomed past you with aggressive screaming. His (her??) baby slipped out of his hands and deadass smacked you in the face-- it fell down with a flop, unmoving.

"OH GOD." You let out a shrill scream as you imagined Child Services knocking on your door-- which was stupid, for reasons along the lines of 'i was kidnapped', 'it was involuntary', 'go arrest Brandon Rogers', and 'this is lost angeles i live in kansas good luck'.

Brandon Rogers was nowhere in sight.

OR/: You go to sleep, wake up, and find yourself stuck in a shuffled nonstop loop of Brandon Rogers videos.
Reader copes with it :))