Since you're technically not a part of 'Voltron', you're not going to be in the upcoming shows. So, this will be like a crack chapter for your amusement.

~
"It's official. We've reached rock-bottom," Pidge deadpanned, staring out at the vast building.

"Yeeah, I don't know if this is the best place to get our message out to the widest audience," Shiro agreed.

"What are talking about!?" You appeared, sparkles in your eyes. "This is the SPACE MALL! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!" You starfished on a railing and drew attention to yourself.

"Shiro, baby, you're right. And I want what you want, man," Coran said, zipping behind each member. "But I've had some epiphanies, some ideas, some realizations. What we have to do is broadcast a show across an entire galaxy." He popped up behind you, an unsettling smile on his face.

"We could reach the largest viewership in the history of intergalactic showbiz."

"Aw yeah!" You heard Lance exclaim in the back. He slid back away from you.

"But we need to workshop some things before we can take it to the next level." Coran slid over to Pidge and winked at her. "You with me, kid?"

"You seem different," she said, the deadpan still on her face. Coran chuckled.

"You mean better." He bobbed his head side to side. "Look, it's my mission to make sure our message really sings." He once against zipped over to Lance and cupped his cheek with his hand, pressing his cheek to his.

"Beautiful aliens from here to Vlexlar will know your name." He appeared in front of Shiro. "And your coalition will put the Galra's army to shame." The others perked up at that.

"Well, it rhymes, so it's gotta be true," Hunk spoke. Shiro sighed.

"I guess we'll give it a try," he agreed.

"And Y/n, babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." He slowly slid up to you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. "It's hard for me to say, but you're not part of this Voltron show. Fear not, for you can go and buy more bowls." You quirked a brow but shrugged.

"Okay. I'll just walk around the mall aimlessly while trying not to get kidnapped because I'm wanted all throughout the universe by my not-biological father."
The others stared at you, owlishly blinking.

"What?"

~
While the others were getting ready for their show, you were passing by different stores.

"Psst... hey, you."
You looked around, seeing a shady looking alien in a shady looking, run down store. So, like the responsible, safe person you were, you walked towards it.

"What's going on, alien who's-totally-not-going-to-murder-me?" You asked, walking up to the eight armed alien.

"You look like someone who've I've been looking for."

"Tell Zarkon he can kiss my ass and you can't kill what you can't be killeded."

"What?"

"What?"
The alien looked at you with squinted eyes, but ducked down under the counter.

"How about a trade?" He inquired, bring the item up on the desk. Your eyes widened.

'Oh god.'

"What..." You swallowed nervously. "... is that?"

"Some say it hailed from the Milky Way, an item used for torture. No one knows how to use it, but from the sheer size of it, I can tell no one wants to use it. However you use it, anyway."
You began to sweat profusely.

"So whaddya say? This sacred—"

'SACRED!?'

"—treasure for that, uh..." His eyes travelled your body. You crossed your arms over yourself.

"Go eye fuck yourself, you creepy octopus."
He smiled, pointing at your face.

"How bout that fake eye?"
That 'fake' eye twitched.

"Fake eye?" You repeated.

"Yeah. It looks pretty expensive and clean. I'll take it."

"You can't take my eye."

"I'll throw in 1,000 GAC."

"You can't. Take. My eye."

"2,000."

"... you're not taking my eye..."

"How bout I take the eye and you can get this rubbery thing-a-ma-ling."

"DILDO!! IT'S A DILDO, OKAY!?!?!?" You finally yelled, drawing attention from nearby aliens. "IT'S NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE, YOU FUCK YOURSELF WITH IT, OKAY!?" 

"Uh, what—"

"YOU SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASSHOLE OR WHATEVER HOLE YOU'RE INTO AND YOU FUCK YOURSELFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!" You burst into flames, the other aliens running for cover. "IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WISH TO TAKE FROM ME? MY ELBOW? MY FOOT? MY FOOT HAS THIRTEEN TOES, YOU KNOW! I HEARD Y'ALL ARE INTO THAT TOE SHIT! Y'ALL HAVE A TOE KINK! HELL, TAKE MY SOUL WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, SINCE YOU'RE ALL SOUL-SUCKING, MEAT BEATING, SAUSAGE PARTYING, LIP SMACKING, BALM MAKING, TOILET PISSING, SACKS OF HAM SCRAPS!!!!!!!"

"... SECURITY!"

~
After the show for Voltron ended, you met the others back up.

"Man, that went great! You should've been there, Y/n," Lance said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. "Where were you anyway?"

"Yeah. We were worried," Pidge said.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because there were a bunch of security guards running off to catch a 'screaming warflo' or something like that," Hunk replied.

"Oh, heheh..." You nervously laughed. "I don't know... anything about that, but I'm fine. I didn't meet this... warflo."

~
You sat in the audience of the huge stadium, trying your best to see over the noodle heads. The others were performing on ice in front of thousands of bii-bohs and boh-biis on a planet that you can't remember the name of.

"Bi bi bi bo ho bi boh bi," the noodle said to you, trying to nudge your legs out of the seat.

"Uhh..." You leaned forward. "Bi bi bi bi boh boh bi boh boh bi boh bi bi." (Say that shit again I'll whoop your ass.) The noodle only seemed to grow angrier.

"Bi boh bi bi boh boh bi boh boh boh bi bi boh bi!"

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" You exclaimed, "BI BI BI BI BOH BOH BI BOH BOH BOH BI BI BOH BOH BOH BITCH!" You wrangled its noodle neck and threw it out into space.

~
"Hey, Y/n?" Shiro walked up to you, looking oddly nervous.

"Yeees?" You replied, gazing up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. Shiro gulped and turned to look at the others who just nodded at him and gave him thumbs up.

"Uh, we don't think that..." He didn't meet your gaze. "We don't it's good for the coalition if you're... watching us." You tilted your head slightly.

"What do you mean?" You asked quietly.

"We think it's best if you... stop watching us... perform."

"What?"

"It's just... you've gotten into a fight every show, and we... don't think that looks good for us." You quirked a brow.

"So... I should just stop coming to watch you?"

"When you put it like that, it sounds bad, but... yes, that's what we're saying."

"What." Your face turned blank. "You don't love me."

"What?"

"You think I'm a liability."

"That's not what I—"

"Is this what it's like to be lovelorn? Never to know the comfort of one's arms? Is this what it's like? My cold, unfeeling heart... is beginning to feel... the light... the light is so bright." You pressed a hand against your chest and dramatically began to sink to the ground.

"Y/n it's not that big of a deal—"

"Shh, don't talk. I'm dying."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}