Y/N sighed in frustration, holding her head with both hands as she leaned against the side of a corner at the end of a corridor.

How? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO GET LOST WITH A MAP THAT A PERSON WHO WORKED HERE GAVE TO ME?!

Y/N had been walking for what seemed like hours to her.

Even with the map, she'd lost track of where she was exactly in the studio.

All the walls, doors and corridors looked the same.

This place is terrible! It's just like IKEA! Wait, it's not as terrible as that!

Suddenly, she heard the sound of multiple muffled, heavy, metallic footsteps coming towards her.

There was no mistaking that sound.

The Banana Splits! Wait, are they still sane, or gone completely bananas?

Y/N then heard a familiar voice.

"Oh look, it's my castmates!"

Stevie? Oh no, this is THAT scene! The scene Stevie is murdered by Drooper with a huge lollipop! I have to try to save him ... but how?

Y/N peeked around the corner to see the four Banana Splits standing in a line, facing Stevie as he smirked at them.

"I was just drinking a toast to our ... cancellation. The show's done because the network thinks you suck!"

Stevie sneered at the silent animatronics.

"You'll never perform in front of an audience ... ever ... again!"

Y/N facepalmed silently.

Why did Stevie have to be such a goddamn idiot?!

"I've hated every minute of working with you ********."

Stupid and drunk. A very dangerous combination.

She watched Stevie stagger into his dressing room, and then turned her attention to the four animatronics.

Y/N wondered what was going through their minds at this very minute.

Shock, anguish, fear, anger ... and in the virus-stricken Drooper's mind, intent to murder.

Just as she thought that, Drooper suddenly walked forward, opened Stevie's door and entered, closing it behind him.

Y/N knew then that she had to do something.

I can't let him die like before.

Y/N took a deep breath and then ran very fast to Stevie's door, slipping past the three very surprised Banana Splits outside.

She slipped inside and immediately heard the sounds of a struggle.

Y/N gasped.

Drooper was already holding Stevie in place with one hand and lifting the big lollipop prop in his other.

Y/N grabbed a heavy metal stand and whacked Drooper over the head with it.

Drooper fell with a muffled crash and cry, letting go of Stevie who nearly got squashed by the lion animatronic.

Y/N quickly pulled the shaking Stevie to his feet and rushed over to the door, opening it and running through it, pulling Stevie with her.

She didn't dare look back at Drooper.

They then bumped into something furry and right in front of them.

"Going somewhere?"

Fleegle inquired mockingly.

He giggled a little as Bingo and Snorky approached the duo too.

All of the Banana Splits here had glowing red eyes.

Even Snorky's eyes had a very faint red glint.

Omigod, omigod, omigod!

Watching scary moments in a horror film is one thing, but BEING THERE AT THE TIME!

Y/N then had a brainwave.

Sure, she'd seen it in films but would it work in real life?

Then again, this was a film after all.

Fleegle reached out to grab them with his hands, but Y/N suddenly ran past him and dropped to the ground in the middle of her run.

Stevie was dragged down too, and hit the floor with an 'OOF!'

He and Y/N skidded across the floor between the legs of the again astounded Banana Splits.

Bingo quickly recovered, growling and grabbed Stevie's jacket by the collar.

Stevie shrieked and tried to pull away.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Seriously?!

She pulled Stevie out of his jacket and tugged him down the corridor.

They heard Fleegle yell behind them, sounding very loud and extremely angry.

"GET THEM!"

The quick stomping of muffled metal feet started immediately after that.

I guess this is what a chase in a horror movie is like.

When it's a total emergency, you need all metaphorical hands on deck as it is! Even complete idiots like Stevie.

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