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So what is this fanfic of yours about anyway?

When will it be done?

Um actually I have my phone taken away right now I snuck it tonight 🤐🤫 but uh it's about if the new thriller song short was an actual thing 😁

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THIS ONE IS LONGER I PROMISE UUU

Angela from smosh cus i ran out of headers

 He tried his best to drive steady, hands shaking. God, I haven’t driven a car in what…fifteen years, he thought while driving down Broad St. It was dead silent. He pulled over, sat still, he prayed to whatever GOD was out there that this was a dream that he would wake up and get to work and see his friends safe and as normal as the little troup they had were he opened his eyes wide, reached for his phone, and called someone…

Ring

Ring

Ring

“H-hello?” the person on the other line answerd

“Rosita, are you ok…?” Rosita couldn't make it tonight because one of her kids, Casper, had a doctor's appointment at the same time as the show so she had to leave early and only had a part at the beginning of the 1-hour show (and Casper was always a little fighter at the doctor's)

“Yeah uhm me and Casper are still at the hospital-and uh there are the uh doctors and their eyes are glowing and their acting hostile” rosita said with a shaky breath her fingers digging into her phone

“Yeah…the others were too…there was an explosion or something at the local science lab, a weird goo it makes people go loco its very weird…” Buster said restarting the truck “which hospital are you at ill come pick you up-”

“ we’re at the ocean side hospital”

“Ocean side? That’s very far”

“Its the only one that'll take us”

“Alright”

“Im on my way……”

CHAPTER 2 the hospital

About half an hour later Buster arrives in the hospital parking lot taking a deep breath and looking through the truck for some type of weapon (yknow since its big daddys car he has to have something like a-) “A gun!?” he practically screamed, there were no bullets so he could…throw it at someone…??? Whatever he’ll think about it when or if he's in danger he enters the hospital the automatic doors making a loud screech hurting his ears as they pin against his head he looks around for what he can see

SO MANY INFECTED patients doctors nurses you name it, ITS A NIGHTMARE!!!

Buster's heart raced as he stepped into the chaotic scene of the hospital. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the infected. He scanned the waiting area, eyes darting from one distressed figure to another, searching for Rosita and Casper. “Stay calm, stay focused,” he whispered to himself, gripping the steering wheel of anxiety in his gut. He spotted a nurse staggering toward him, her clothes stained with something that resembled a thick, viscous goo. Her eyes were wide, vacant, devoid of recognition. “Hey!” Buster called out, but she only groaned in response, lurching unsteadily. He sidestepped quickly and headed toward the triage room, knowing that he had to find them fast. He pushed through the double doors, taking in the sight: frightened patients huddled together, some covered in the bizarre substance, others moaning in despair. Buster felt the panic rising, but he had to push it down. “Rosita!” he called, straining to keep his voice steady. “Casper!” There was no response at first, just the sounds of distress echoing off the walls. He moved deeper into the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, through the chaos, he heard a familiar voice. “Buster!” came Rosita’s shaky cry from a corner of the room. He turned abruptly, spotting her crouched beside a curtain, clutching Casper close. The boy's face was pale, but he was safe, at least for now. “Thank God!” Buster rushed over, dodging an infected nurse who stumbled past him, moaning. “Are you two okay?” “I-I think so,” Rosita stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “But we can’t stay here! They—they keep coming!” Buster quickly scanned the area and noticed a door at the far end of the room. “We need to move. Can you walk, Casper?” He knelt down, meeting the boy’s gaze. Casper nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly. “Okay, we’re getting out of here,” Buster said, offering his hand. Rosita gently helped her son to his feet, and they began to make their way toward the exit. As they approached the door, a loud crash echoed through the room. A group of infected burst in, their eyes gleaming with a chaotic frenzy. Buster’s instincts kicked in. “Run!” he yelled, pushing Rosita and Casper ahead of him. He turned to face the incoming tide, raising the gun he had found earlier—the heavy metal felt oddly comforting in his grip. “Get to the door!” he shouted again, his voice fighting against the rising fear. Rosita and Casper sprinted toward the exit, while Buster squeezed the trigger. It clicked empty, but it was enough to draw the attention of the infected momentarily. He hurled the gun toward the nearest figure, just to buy them a second or two. “Go, go, go!” he shouted, backing toward his friends as they reached the door. He grabbed the handle, pulling it open as he dodged to the side, urging Rosita and Casper outside. They stumbled into the cool night air, gasping for breath. “Over here!” Buster pointed toward his truck parked nearby, the headlights cutting through the darkness. They took off running, adrenaline propelling them forward. Once they reached the truck, Buster quickly yanked open the door and helped Rosita and Casper in. “Get buckled!” he ordered, hopping into the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut behind him. Rosita strapped Casper in with shaking hands. As Buster turned the ignition, the engine roared to life, cutting through the sounds of chaos behind them. He peeled out of the parking lot, the hospital fading in the rearview mirror.

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Sing Infection au

CHAPTER 1

QUICK RECAP: Buster Moon's old friends from his home in Calatonia and new friends from Redshore City are among the crowd that comes to the New Moon Theater to watch a spooky musical, in which Meena is approached by talking vegetables, including one played by Gunter and turned into a giant lemon by mad scientists Ash and Johnny. 

They sing Thriller all throughout. After the show, Buster's troupe invites him to Clay Calloway's Halloween party, which Buster accepts. As he prepares to leave, he gets distracted by a news broadcast discussing a laboratory that has been destroyed in a mysterious explosion. He then flinches as several pumpkins fall from a shelf, and one hits him on the head before Ash reminds him to come with them.

On their way to Clay's house in Big Daddy's truck, they are stopped by an officer who informs them that the road is closed due to an explosion and leak at the science lab. Ash asks if anyone is hurt, but the officer assures her everyone has been safely evacuated. Buster asks about the flood of glowing pink-and-blue ooze that has been sectioned off in front of them, but the officer knows nothing about it. As the troupe drives off, the officer steps in some of the ooze, and his eyes start glowing as he goes into a trance.

When the troupe arrives to the party, they find the place is well-decorated, but no one else is around, and the ooze can be seen spreading through the property. Ash excitedly rings Clay's doorbell, but he doesn't answer, and all the lights suddenly go out, creating an uneasy atmosphere. Johnny and Gunter convince everyone that they are just being pranked, but when Ash looks through Clay's door's mail slot to try to find him, she is suddenly met with his glowing eyes. The troupe jumps back in shock, and everyone except Buster and Miss Crawly come into contact with the ooze.

The other party guests come out, also in a zombie-like state with glowing eyes. Clay, Meena, Ash, Johnny, and Gunter become afflicted as well, and Buster and Miss Crawly watch in fear as everyone sings and dances to Thriller. They run as the zombies begin to chase them, and escape onto a canoe and paddle away from the house. Buster, relieved, deems them safe, when three giant tentacles suddenly come out of the water and prepare to slam down on the two.

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Buster felt his heart race as the echoes of their descent into the water faded. The dark, murky depths around him seemed to swallow all sound, amplifying the frantic beating of his heart against his ribcage. He looked over at Ms. Crawly, her normally vibrant eyes dulled by the shock of their sudden plunge into chaos. “What is happening!!!!!!” Buster screamed, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Panic etched itself on his young face as he frantically searched for their friends. “What happened to our friends?” “We— we need to go—” he stammered, instinctively reaching out to grab Ms. Crawly’s arm and pull her upright. But she resisted, sinking deeper into the sand. “I’ll only slow you down, Mr. Moon,” Ms. Crawly said softly, her frail hand gently patting his, as if to send him back into the world of safety above water. She turned her gaze toward the battered canoe that had drifted away, now just a floating remnant of the adventure they had set out to enjoy. “No! Ms. Crawly, I can’t leave you. I—” Panic turned his words into a jumble. Buster’s young chest heaved as he tried to comprehend the choice before him. But Ms. Crawly, with a calm and deliberate resolve, pressed a set of rusted keys into his palm—Johnny’s father’s keys. “You’re father told me to protect you, and you leaving me here is the safest option.” Buster stared at the keys, their familiarity grounding him for a moment. Memories of laughter, campfire stories, and the warmth of friendship washed over him, but despair lingered just beneath. “No! I won’t leave you!” The rawness of his emotions spilled out, and tears brimmed in his eyes. “We can find a way!” “Listen to me!” Ms. Crawly’s voice was firm. “You have to go. I’ll make sure they’re safe. Just trust me.” She ruffled his hair gently, a gesture so motherly that it tugged at the strings of his heart. “Go, Buster. Be brave. Find our friends. You can do this. I believe in you.” He wanted to shake his head, to kick and scream and demand that she come with him. But deep down, he knew she was right. He was the only one who could search for their missing companions. He couldn’t let fear bind his feet into the sand; his friends needed him. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he forced himself to stand. The shore felt both oddly familiar and frighteningly distant, and he glanced back at Ms. Crawly one last time, her face a mixed canvas of pride and sorrow. “Promise me you’ll stay safe,” he uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I promise,” she said, her smile wavering like the waves lapping at the shore. “Now go!”

let me know if i should do more

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I can't believe NO ONE has made a fanfic of this like I'm tempted to make an infection au like come on!!

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Ash

NaNa

Rosita.................

Meena

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I CANT DRAW DIGITALLY IM SORRY OKAY!!?

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REDSON DOODLES

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I cant wait I love the fact sadness is holding a sign saying yah but is crying 😆