"Commercial Break!!!"

Mr. Sparkles happily shouts as the colorfully lit platform turns off along with the lights amongst the empty studio seats.

I pant heavily and fall into a sitting position. It didn't bother me as the platform shifted and went down into the dressing room. Unfortunately, I'm lowered into a cage. Being a damsel in distress is very unpleasant especially in this stupid get up.

The dancing tiles were very hard to keep up with, especially when that lunatic kept throwing things at me. Time on the countdown was lost but at least I gained a little more time. Hopefully.

A cold water bottle is held out to me. "Drink up."

I roll my eyes at Mr.Sparkles and take it, "Nothing bad better not happen to Mochi, Spangles."

He shouts out in anger at the name, "Sparkles!"

My brow raised, "Same thing. It suits your clothing better."

"I'm done talking with you, Cupcake." Mr. Sparkles looks at his tablet to see the police outside of the studio.

Wait. I chug the water and twist the bottle while aiming the cap at him. My thumb turns the lid as it shoots off to bounce off his forehead.

"AH!! Why you little—" He throws the lid back at me but it ends up ricocheting to hit his forehand again.

"—Don't call me Cupcake."

"Then don't call me Spangles!"

"No. Why are you jealous of a cat? Just make up another show or find something else to do that gives you attention." This wig is so itchy! I threw it off and great! My hair is staticy. "Is there anything to do that has LESS physical activity? AND a less itchy costume?"

"Sorry, Cupcake! That's the only outfit that will fit you!" Mr. Sparkles laughed and checked the security cameras on his tablet. "Oh look. The cops are surrounding the place. As if they can get in with all of the booby-traps."

I grew a little worried about my friends, but knowing them, they will find a way to handle this situation. Poor Mochi has to deal with something that isn't his fault.

"Show time! Since YOU don't want to have ANY fun..." He giggles with amusement, "...You can stay in this room, for your own safety. If you want to leave, make sure to avoid the bears on the way out!" Mr. Sparkles clocks his tongue to shoot a fake gun with his fingers as the cage opens up. He runs out of the room in a fit of evil laughter.

Hold up! "BEARS?!" He can't be serious. That would be illegal for an animal like that to be in a place like this....right? Hesitantly, I take a step out of the cage and toward the door, only for a trapdoor to open under my feet. "Ow..."

I groaned at the pain as I sat up from the hard floor, luckily it wasn't much of a fall.

Doors?

Yeah. Endless hallways of doors.

"This....this is very trippy." My hand grasped one of the door knobs near me. "AH! SHI—..." I cover my mouth to keep from shouting out as another growl echoed from one of the hallways.

The burning sting on my palm throbbed from the scorching doorknob.

Too hot.

Oh, how VERY funny.

I wipe an oncoming tear from my face and glare at all the doors. Lightly, I blew onto my red hand which I was lucky enough to have hurt the skin surface of my hand. Still very tender, so that hand is M.I.A for a while which is also my dominant hand.

"I am SO going to sock him until the only thing he sees ARE Sparkles." I carefully hover my other hand over the doorknobs to feel for any heat.

Or an intense amount of cold.

Too cold.

I huff as it went on for a few minutes. Hot, Cold, Cold, Hot.....Did I hear a growl earlier?

I nearly freeze up when I take a turn and see a....robot looking bear.  At least it's not a real bear, although still dangerous.

The robot bear had its back to me and seemed to be sniffing? Sensors maybe? It starts to turn in my direction and I back up slowly, then collide with something hard.

There wasn't a wall behind me......

I look up and my eyes widen. "Sweet Papa Bear."

Glowing red eyes shine down on me before the robot bear growls to get the other bear's attention.

"Ah!" I duck in time as the sharp claws rip through a fake door. This is NOT good!!! I'm trapped between two killing machines. Where's the miracle that's supposed to happen when there's nothing else to do?!?!?! Hello!!!!!

I shut my eyes and wait for the worst pain.

Zzzt!

Immediately, I see the Bear glitching and malfunctioning with glowing purple eyes. The other Bear is in the same state as they both collapse.

I gulp and try to catch my breath from the mini heart attack.

"If you wish to leave on time. I suggest the door to your left. There is a ladder that heads right under Mr. Sparkles stage." A voice says through the unknown intercoms in the halls.

"..." I wasn't sure if I should-

"Do not think too much about it, you only have 30 seconds before your little kitty is long gone." His accent made him sound calm throughout the situation as the intercom shuts off.

"Darn it all." I open the door and see a ladder going up. "This is going to hurt." I hiss painfully as I climb with my injured hand. "I'll have to worry about THAT later." Above, I could see a crack of light from a square door and I felt around for the latch. Slowly, I peak a little and notice I'm behind a podium with a rocket on top.

A loud buzz went off and Gogo's voice spoke up along with a cheer from Honey Lemon, Fred, and Wasabi. "I've beat your dumb game. Now, give me the cat and YOU best tell us where our friend is."

"Welp, that was the deal and your friend? Most likely in shreds right about now." Mr. Sparkles sounded too happy about that note. "So, nah!"

I come from behind the podium and immediately see Mr. Sparkles pull out a remote. If he's going to be unfair, then so will I!!! Quickly, I snatch the remote away.

"(Y/n)!" The others shout with relief and happiness.

"Wah! Hey! Give that back!!!" The pink-haired host tries to grab the remote.

"No way, Spangles!!! All of this is totally uncalled for!!" I hold the remote away from him and try to shove his face away with my foot. I mean, he is smaller than me.

Mr. Sparkles steps back with a huge grin, "Okay! I guess it's all a GRAVY situation....." His hand tugs a random rope. "...For me anyway."

"What?" I said confused before a noise of a machine started up behind me.

Fred suddenly dives in front of me as a blast of warm gravy shoots out, "I always wanted to die to save someone like this!!!"

"Fred don't!" Unfortunately, the pressure of the shot made Fred slam into me while we both slid off the stage. The remote slipped from my hand— Oh no....what did we land in?!?! I wipe my face and barely see red. "Eugh!"

Over-ripened tomatoes!!! And this gravy feels AWFUL!

An obnoxious laugh comes from Mr. Sparkles as he slaps his knee, "What an astronomical performance!! That landing, the splat! Your reaction? Comical!!! All the things that I hope to see in our next encounter." He smiles insanely in my direction before hopping onto a large chicken. "Thanks for watching, Everyone!" He lifts up his pink wig, "Till next time! Never give up on your dream!"

It was really weird to say, but; he escapes on the mechanical flying chicken as it blasts out of an opening in the ceiling.

"Come on. Freddie will help you out." Fred huffed at Mr. Sparkles' words, which surprised you at his slightly angered expression. A bit out of character for Fred.

It vanished when he smiled with a goofy grin at me and held out his hands to help me out.

After we climbed out in a clumsy manner, we caught up to the others who were outside. This time Hiro was there and seemed focused on his phone which Fred headed over to push on the screen. Hiro pushed his hand away.

I take a look over his shoulder to see an outline of a robot and a picture of Mochi. With worry, I love my gaze up to the sky where the rocket Mochi is in, flying far along with another flying thing getting closer.

Now a live feed of Mochi on Hiro's phone shows the robot gently taking the hairy baby out of the rocket. Not long after, there's an explosion, though the robot lands in front of us. The compartment opens to show Mochi safely inside.

"Mochi!" Honey Lemon runs to him and he jumps into her arms.

I sigh with relief.

"Yes! It worked!" Hiro cheered.

Fred, Wasabi, and Gogo rush over to see if Mochi was okay. That's when I noticed a certain marshmallow companion get closer to me and I looked up at him. Before I could say something, Baymax beat me to it and his eyes were downward.

"You are injured."

Oh.....Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Now I could feel my burned hand throbbed immensely and I think Baymax can clearly see my discomfort. "I'll be fine until I go home. Don't worry, Baymax."

He tilts his head, "I may not understand the term of worry because it is an emotion. Although, my programming insists that I help my patients receive the proper healthcare they need." Baymax took my injured hand carefully. "Therefore, those who I identify as, what Tadashi has called, friends....are my top priority to immediately attend to their healthcare needs."

I stare at Baymax at his words. It...surprised me.

"OW!" I hiss and yank my hand away from the shock of the mismatched wire.

"(Y/n)!" Tadashi drops the part of an unfinished project as it breaks on the counter. Immediately, he checks each finger and gets an ice pack from the mini fridge. "Luckily, it's less than a minor shock. Keep that in your hand."

I eye the broken part, "I would've been fine, Dashi. Now, you have to start over again on that part. You don't have to worry."

There's a flick to my forehead and I huff, "Uh...ow?"

Tadashi shakes his head after flicking my forehead and smiles warmly, "You're my friend, so therefore it is my top priority to immediately come to your aid."

"Your injury has been properly bandaged. Are you satisfied with your care?"

Baymax's voice snapped me out of it and I felt the pain had faintly disappeared, though my hand still felt warm. "Thanks, Baymax." I smile softly. "You're the greatest healthcare companion on this planet. Of course I'm satisfied with my care in your hands."

The two black eyes on Baymax shut to curve into a clear happy expression and he reached out to pat my head.

"Wow. I'm jealous." Hiro jokes.

I look at him and grin slightly. Behind him, I see Honey Lemon gently put Mochi on the ground as she records him walking toward Aunt Cass.

"Mochi's safe and so are you, but will you be okay? I'm sorry we didn't get here sooner." Hiro says with concern at my hand.

"It's alright. My hand will live." I joke back, though Hiro only cracks a small smile at my answer. Obviously, I didn't say if 'myself is okay' just my hand and he knew that.

Hiro takes my uninjured hand and guides me over toward Fred's limo that secretly pulled up. "I bet you want to head home and possibly take a shower after everything."

My face flushed with embarrassment. Oh dear! And he was holding my hand when it's covered in tomato juice and gravy. Once I took a seat next to the window, the others piled in after Cass left with Mochi and talked with the police.

'What are the odds that I burned my hand....On a doorknob....' I stare at my bandaged hand with a deep frown. 'Like in my nightmare.' Unconsciously, I tighten my injured hand into a fist before staring out the window. 'Not only that, but I remembered another moment with Tadashi.'

Silently, I clenched my teeth. 'Are you trying to comfort me or haunt me, Tadashi? Tell me, what did I do wrong?'