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Another few minutes had passed since the sudden flash-explosion that followed the intrusion. Gradually, the effects from such would begin to wear off; the dizziness. ringing, and blinding visibility subsided just enough for him to be able to get himself sitting upright on the floor, leaning against the couch for support.

Needless to say, he still wasn't feeling too much better.

🎙️ "Ohhhhh... this isn't good...." Even with his hearing recovering, he didn't find any good news in that now it was all too quiet. Not a single word from whoever threw that flash grenade nor any of the kids.

A new terrible feeling began to weigh on him.

🎙️ "....Ouuugh.... where is the phone...." Still needing to squint a little, he had to feel around the floor for a bit for his cellphone, since it had been knocked out of his hands from the previous bang. As soon as he finally was able to find it, he was back to sitting up on the floor, nausea still wanting to steep in his weakened state.

He knew DB wouldn't be at all pleased at letting this happen in the first place. But it would be much worse if he didn't tell him as soon as possible.

Barely able to keep his remaining composure, he would soon have Banana on dial, trying to call him to warn him of the incident.

Please pick up, please pick up...

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WOAH!!! THIS IS BANANAS!!!

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wine aunt x silly uncle

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Well. That was a lot more details than they had expected. Apart from being in doubt about the banans not being part of their plan, they still didn't explain why this ''boss'' of theirs wanted Hannah back specifically. Though it didn't take being a detective to know that it wasn't for anything good; one look on Hannah's face was all they needed to know just how terrible this could end up being.

They could only keep quiet as they watched the Announcer still lying down while being taken out the door. Last thing they needed was to agitate the already-aggressive croc further; if it was able to demolish the door in seconds, they couldn't imagine the Announcer fairing any better at his state if they called out for him.

Before they knew it, they'd all end up tossed into the back of the armored vehicle, hitting the metal floor harshly as they yelped from the impact.

"OW... You call this 'comfortable??'" The youngest of the bunch let out another jab. "Just you all wait! Uncle's gonna find us, and you're all gonna regret it!"

Despite the back of the vehicle being pretty dark, at least they could still see each others' eyes due to the toon logic of their world.

"................" Though none of them had any words to say, other than for them to keep huddled together for comfort.

Hannah didn't have much to say either, with guilt and fear. If only she were braver, or stronger, then the boys wouldn't have been dragged into her mess.

This was going to be a long night for all of them.

"Kid, it's not what we want, it's what the boss wants! Just settle down already, he doesn't want you, anyway. I think."

"Yeah, he's made it clear that he's more interested in the escaped one. So be good and come along for the ride, and we'll make sure your stay is at least somewhat comfortable."

Wesker was more interested in subject 5, yes, but these three were still listed... somewhere in that document, in [STARDOM]'s entry. He doesn't think he wants to cut into them, by any means, but something about using them to get closer to the actual subject of interest...? He doesn't remember at the moment. Hey, Wesker told them to get some subjects, and they got... uh. One. Somewhat of a win, right...?

As the group passed through the living room, reptilian eyes dart down at Announcer's groaning form. His grip was still tight on Hannah.

He considered getting rid of that one, just before he could risk becoming another liability. No witnesses, or whatnot. It would be so easy to just-

"Caiman, leave him. He's not getting up anytime soon."

The Krookodile snorts, ignoring the microphone and continuing outside along with the two agents and captured kids. Whatever, he was probably still stunned, anyway. If he tried to get in the way, Caiman would get rid of him. One crunch would do the trick- it always did.

The group continued quickly, tossing the kids into the back of the armored vehicle and locking the doors. It's dark, and the impact is none too gentle. Its fortified, so there wouldn't be any easy way out, unfortunately... it seems like all four of them are here to stay.

"Just sit tight, it won't be too long. If you try running off, we will have to use Caiman-"

"Dude, no. Stop. You're gonna scare them for no reason."

"More than we already are? Get real-"

The vehicle drives off, leaving the trashed house and quiet street far behind them, and diving into the jaws of Umbrella.

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"Uhh... I don't think it's gonna give you even one more try..."

Darn it... how could Announcer and Uncle pull off the car battery trick so easily?? Heck, and it's not like they could run to get their baseball bats or, like, anything for self-defense with those three blocking the door. Did they even have anything that could fend off the 9ft tall croc?

All four braced for Caiman to attack them all, only for that to be stopped by the agents. The heck. Needless to say, none of the youths here were happy with their circumstances and how underprepared they were for this scenario as they'd all get picked up by the intruders and carried towards the entrance of the house.

Middle and Hannah were both too terrified to aggravate the beast, the Oldest only slightly less afraid in expression, and Peel being the most agitated.

"HEY!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM US, BUT YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS!!" Heck, and he thought his uncle being taken and carried up the bars by the Cantalope was bad; he'd rather go back to dealing with that than this.

"Guh....." The Announcer, still lying on the floor in the living room, could barely start to get up as his sight and hearing was still impacted from the stun grenade. Despite barely able to see or hear anything, it did feel like the whole world was spinning around him...

All he knew was that none of this was good, and he had to try to get up right now.

Caiman had effectively destroyed the door, pieces of the barricade being pushed aside as the beast gradually made its way in.

However, as the war cry of 'CAR BATTERY' was shouted by the youngest, he could only pause in visible confusion as the small, plastic toy car and a 9 volt battery spawned from above, bapping his snout lightly as they descended to the floor with a small clatter, the only evidence of impact a dull stinging sensation.

He blinked for a moment, staying paused...

...Before letting out a beep, rumbling sound in his chest. That would be the Krookodile laughing at Peel's sad attempt at self-defense. Oh, they were desperate, huh? That just made this all the more fun!

The Krookodile pushes the last of the barricade aside. There went their last attempt at safety, thrown wherever it landed. That poor couch was overturned as the door was thrown open, toys and other items scattered. This room was very visibly a mess, but... that was the least of their concerns now, wasn't it?

The beast towers over the quad, looking directly at Peel. Oh, you're a funny one, he'll give credit where it's due! But that rumble in his chest as he leaned down was likely a bad sign, seeing how quickly the two agents jump in.

"Oi! We aren't allowed to hurt them! Just get subject 5!" That panicked tone said everything it needed to.

He rolled his eyes in irritation; but the Krookodile backs off, stepping over to Hannah, grabbing her by the shoulders and walking past the brothers and out of the room. It's picking her up so effortlessly- a testament of the strength this beast really has beneath the restraint. Maybe it's best not to anger this one...

"Didn't expect to have this many captures in one location. This got way more convoluted than I expected..." One sighed.

"Always does. Let's just get out of here, we've spent long enough in place. Get that one, I've got these two." The other barks the order, pointing at the remaining trio.

One agent grabs the younger two brothers, the other grabbing the oldest. Once they were somewhat secure, they began heading outside. This wasn't good...

"Just- just quit making this hard, alright? We aren't going to hurt you, just- just cooperate, please?"

That statement seems dubious at best, but they keep going. Heading towards some kind of secure vehicle, parked just out of view of the house.

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Of course the first thing they checked was the kitchen, and finding no person of interest in there. Whether they took the time to check the pantry or not, it would've been too small for a teenage human to hide in there, anyways.

Nothing but a couple of your regular pantry stock and some normal drinks. Certainly nothing or nobody could be hiding in such a tiny space while keeping completely silent the moment those party crashers barged into the house. Not like they can do much for now...

By the time the boys found everything they could from the room to block the door, they were sweating a little from the adrenaline. By the time they were starting to get a breather, the intruders were already banging the door, trying to get them to open it.

From the sounds of things, sounds like they've got the jump on poor Announcer. Were they really on their own?

"...D-do you think this is enough?"

CRASH!

"AHHH!!" With the top of the door gone, Hannah cowered in fear at the loud crack. She didn't dare look at the monster looking straight at her and easily undoing their hard work on the barricade.

"....Ohhhh. Didn't expect a big red gator to be with them...." The Oldest noted, the Krookodile closing in by then.

"...Th... that's supposed to be a croc...." Middle couldn't help but correct his brother, as terrified as he were.

"Wh-what the...."After being just as startled as his brothers, Peel was the first one to quickly shake off the shock.

"N-no, I'm not afraid of some giant dumb croc or whatever it is! CAR BATTERY!"

Oh, the good ol' car battery summoning trick! Sure, Peel had yet to master such a toonish technique, but surely there's no way that this can backfire on them now-

"................."

....Oh. Well. That certainly is a car and a battery. But it wasn't exactly what Peel intended, either....

"......Umm... I-I can have two more tries, right?"

The three intruders split up.

One scans the kitchen, seeing nothing out of place. Nobody was in here, either. "Clear."

The other agent enters the living room, eyes locking in on the Announcer's supine form. He seemed stunned at the moment, almost... unconscious, if he had to guess? "Undisclosed person in here. Likely out cold and unresponsive."

Caiman heads towards the back of the house, following the specific scent he picked up on previously. It was something... fruit-scented. Of course the others were here. If he had to guess, the target was likely in the same area as the other ones. Wesker mentioned the banana having three nephews, right...?

A few rooms had come up empty thus far, but...

Ah. That door there is suspiciously closed. He hears shuffling on the other side, as well. Target located.

The Krookodile lets out a loud chuff, signalling to the other two agents, who approached after a moment. "In here, big guy?"

Looks like they've been found. But... an attempt by the second agent to open the door lead to zero success. Kicking it down? High resistance. The kids must have barricaded the door; a natural response to the sudden invasion, but it made their plans much harder. Can't you see that they're on a time limit?

"Hey! Open the door! We know you're in there! Don't make us do something bad, here!"

"They're not gonna open it, man... hey, look, we're just here for subject 5, don't make this situation harder than it has to-"

"No, you listen," He hisses at the other, "We can't have too many witnesses here, that guy in the living room is already pushing it! If he wasn't already down, we'd have to get rid of him, too!"

The two continued a quiet argument; but Caiman lost what little patience he had left, and reared back one arm-

-and cleaves a fine hole into the upper half of the door, claws gouging out a large portion of wood. Were you feeling safe, nephews? Because there is now a nine foot tall crocodile staring into the partially destroyed door, staring right at Hannah.

"Shit, shit, shit-! Now you've done it-"

"Forget that! Just take all four, we're running out of time! Don't forget what the boss said!"

Caiman has partially breached the door, barricade rapidly becoming useless in the face of the massive reptile. The targets WILL be coming with them, one way or another.

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don't touch that dial!

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"1 2 3, who’s the brightest star you see? . . . It’s me!"

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Oh, no, the Banana residence was far from empty in this particular night, having only been a couple of minutes since that call.

The Banana Nephews were in the specialized gaming room in the furthest end of the house, where they have their games of new and old stored in, letting Hannah try out one of their games.

Meanwhile, the Announcer was in the living room, scrolling on his own phone with their brief call still in mind. Fine, at least the Dancing Banana said he would only be an extra hour there for tonight.

Watching over them for one more hour? Announcer can handle that. What's the worst that could happen?-

SLAM.

...Wait, hadn't he locked that door? And what's that being tossed inside????

🎙️ "WH-???"

FLASHBANG JUMPSCARE.

Before he knew it, the microphone would be knocked back from the blast, softly groaning and stunned with ringing in his 'ears' and everything being too bright to see.

"What the...???"

The commotion from the living room startled all four of the kids, making them jump off of their seats and dropping the console. Compared to him, at least they weren't too impacted from the flash since the door to the room they were in was closed. But considering the half-muzzled bang and crackle in the air and some shouting from someone that isn't the Announcer, they could quickly tell that something was very wrong.

"Split up, locate subject five!"

...Subject 5.

There was only one place where she'd been called that before. And it wasn't from her folks from her home....

"...N... N-no...." She couldn't help but be petrified at the realization. How did they find her? While the two younger nephews haven't a clue who Subject 5 was, the Oldest had a hunch. A hunch from a while back.

"....We can't let them take Hannah." The oldest of the nephews warned them, putting away his phone real deep in his inventory before trying to push the nearest shelf to barricade the door with.

"Good idea. Let's block the door before they get to this room!" Peel was quick to get what his brother was trying to do, pushing one of the beanbag couches to the door as well. The Middle Nephew also followed suit, though panicking as to what he could even bring over before rushing to bring over many figurines, game boxes, and controllers to dump onto the beanbag.

With the three of them rushing to find everything they had in there to add more weight to block that door, they only hoped that it would be enough to buy them all some more time...

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Night has fallen. Everything is completely quiet, even as the unknown vehicle outside of the residence stayed in place. One could assume that it was simply parked, belonging to a neighbor.

Unfortunately, this was not the case.

"This is the place. The main guy, Stardom... he's out, doing one of his gameshow... things. We have a few hours to work."

If the research was to be believed, DB and the nephews would be working at the studio, busy with the last show of the night... leaving the former subject five all alone. This was fine. They just needed a few minutes, in and out.

"Yeah, uh, how do we wanna do this...? I haven't done any indoor captures like this yet-"

"It's easy, just follow your training. Cut off escape routes, but try to disorient the target first. Pretty basic instructions."

"I get that, I just never really finished training-"

A snort of irritation and impatience. Can you stupid fucks get it together?

"Right, right, I hear you... here's the plan..."

The front door of the Banana residence slammed open, something getting tossed inside. The metallic item bounced for a short distance, before a bright flash and a loud cracking sound is emitted from it. Classic flashbang.

Less destruction would be preferable, to make it take longer to be realized what had happened, but...

"Split up, locate subject five!"

They clearly had to try and get the upper hand here. No telling what could happen in this place. The three go separate ways in the house, searching for the target. It didn't take long for someone to realize what the issue was.

Krookodile sniffs the air, letting out a quiet growl.

The target is not alone.

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Most days, there would be episodes of Shovelware's Brain Game being recorded throughout the late afternoon, and even a bit of the evening. But as of late, sometimes recording hours would end a few hours earlier due to planning for the future of the show, and even the studio as a whole. He's sure he could make it all even bigger and better, never to worry about being loathed / depressed/ left behind/ low on money ever again.

You know, your usual late-capitalist toon behavior.

But any multi-hour planning for the future would leave the boys and Hannah bored when the studio technically closes for the night otherwise. At the same time, he'd rather they didn't end up alone too often at home considering the events happening well outside the studio park. Nothing that the other toons needed to worry about...

So guess who would have to take them back there and watch over them until Banana would return?

🎙️ "Hope you don't stay up brainstorming for too long over there tonight. I mean, I'm glad I get a decent bonus for watching over the boys and the girl, but still..."

"Trust me, Nouncey. It's gonna benefit us all at the end, if it all works out! You just gotta trust the process, alright?"

🎙️ "Right. Trust the process..." Knowing their luck, sometimes that was hit-or-miss, but Deebs here really did sound positive about his intuition... "Well, alright. Let's just hope that you're right about this one."

"Yeah..." A pause. "....Hey...."

"...I'm really countin' on ya here for them to be safe, you know. See ya in about an hour. " The only bad thing about having to send them off home earlier than usual? Having slightly less quality time with them outside of the game-show recordings.

But it'll be all worth it in the end. More ideas = more profits = more happiness for him and the others.... right?

At least he won't be too long for tonight.

Just another hour at the studio won't hurt anybody... .......... right?

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Gee, maybe it was a lucky guess. After all, how else would a non-toon be able to come back from being killed off? Humans don't normally get to resurrect themselves, first and foremost...

A 'god', he says. Okay. That really explains a lot about Wesker's already terrible personality. If that's really the case, then he's probably one of the weakest 'gods' he's ever heard of.

And what's a god to a nonbeliever, who doesn't believe in anything?

"Yeah, that's the spirit. Pun not intended." Okay. The banana sees that small mouthless grin. He figured that this type of situation would normally make it a challenge for him to cheer anybody up, but even the smallest sign of a smile is good enough for him.

"Regeneration, parasitic worms, don't be the first one to give up when confronting him... Duly noted." Hmm, yes. A few but important things to consider. He'd have to squeeze in some non-trivia-related research after hours - and definitely for a couple of days -but heck, restless researching is nothing that he hasn't done before.

"Come on, big guy. We can't have ya be moping around forever." Especially not in his studio parking lot. Again, he'd rather not have tomorrow's guests find the specter and think that the Studio's haunted. "Surely, things will have to get better sooner or later. Most we can do right now is to keep alert as best as we can, for everybody's sake."

“…you do?”

Excuse his skepticism, Banana. It was not because of the message he read before, no, but how he was perceived early on. Questioning as he was, his expression did soften with appreciation, since that belief did help ease his anxiety over the whole thing. Gold’s did, Crimson’s as well. The combined effort of many provided a healing factor he seldom experienced.

Something or someone. The other was frighteningly perceptive. Did he pick up on what he said before he disconnected that day, or was he inclined towards the idea via his own deduction? If it latter, that was rather impressive.

“Ha,” his singular laugh was dull and dry. “I suppose you have a point. The scoundrel fancies himself a god. What god would fall to anybody without so much as landing a single strike?” Okay, he deserved to brag a little bit about how laughably easy that was. The man was too petrified to pull any punches, which was pathetic on his part.

As the sentient fruit went on to put a positive spin on Wesker’s resurrection, Chimizo went silent. Though he went on his excursion to ensure their enemy number one could not torment anyone anymore, he never considered the grudges anyone else may hold towards him. Was it a blessing if it meant additional members of their group could hash it out with him, as well?

“Hm.” Resting his head in a giant palm, he pondered this. Was he implying what he thought he was implying? The little one went with him, after all.

Just the slightest of grins showed through. It was not super energetic, by any means, yet it was a sign of lightening some. “Perhaps I shouldn’t be the only one. He has extended his reach farther than he could possibly handle. It’s only fair he’s bitten by the pack for reaching into its den.”

He snorted at his own analogy. It was mildly humorous to imagine.

However, the amusement lasted for just a second as he cast the toon a serious look. “Just a fair warning for the future: No one should let up on him. He’s able to regenerate. And he has worms he can summon from his hands – likely a parasite, if I had to guess.”

Might as well offer some of his knowledge, if he was going to take a swing at it.