A/n: Hey guys! I know, I'm alive. Sorry it's been so long, I'm really sorry for that. I now I say it every time but I'm really going to try and update more often. Guaranteed updates every other Monday. More often if I have the time.

Word count- 1613 words

Enjoy~

Your POV

The next day I walked to the Theater. I did it quite early, hoping to avoid the time that everyone heads to work. The place seemed empty, but I knew Miss Crawly and Mr. Moon would be upstairs. When I didn't find them there, I headed down to the stage. My face turned many shades of dead in embarrassment and guilt when I saw the stage had been turned into a large tank, holding many squids.

"Oh, good morning, (y/n)," Buster said from behind me.

I quickly turned around, immediately apologizing, "I am so sorry Mr. Moon. I totally forgot about helping you—It won't happen again I promise. I'm so, so sorry-"

"-Hey," he said quietly. "Don't sweat it, kid, it's fine."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Positive!" He smiled, his bubbly energy seeming to come back. "Meena and I easily got it done alone. Didn't take long. Now, get everything set up. I want it perfect for Nana Noodleman, you got that?"

I nodded.

"Good!" He exclaimed before running off.

I sighed. I knew they didn't want my help.
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It wasn't long before everyone had arrived, and Buster had started to give us all orders on what to do. But I was trying to avoid everyone, or mostly, a certain someone.

"Mike, you're on first!" He pointed at the mouse.

"Sure," Mike said as his phone rang. He opened it and said: "Honey, I'm busy. What? I can't hear you."

"Rosita and Gunter, you're on after Mike," he told them as he crossed their name off of the list.

"You got it, boss," Rosita said.

"Okay, Johnny, you follow them..." Buster ordered.

Johnny looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "What? Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, I'm ready." But as he spoke his eyes met mine.

The scene from last night immediately flashed before my eyes; Listening to him playing the piano; him giving me the compliment; wondering why he even did so.

I felt the same exact way as I did last night, and I knew he did too, because he stood up, like he was going to come over to me and start a conversation.

I immediately walked away, still not ready to face him.
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A few moments later everyone was hustling around as we all tried to get everything ready.

Walking across the stage as I carried the microphone to the other side, my eyes caught my Nana's. She gave me a look of disgust; something I was very much used to. Immediately looked away, and quickly continued to the other side.
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After that it wasn't long before the show started. Buster climbed onto the moon prop, which Meena hoisted down as he talked to our small audience. 

"All creatures great and small, welcome to the Moon Theater. I am your host, Buster Moon, and—Ahhhh!" He started to scream as the moon plummeted towards the ground, but it stopped before it did, thankfully. He cleared his throat before continuing, "Okay. Behold! The very first stage lit entirely by... squid power!"

I pulled on the ropes to open the curtains and reveal the stage. I couldn't help but smile as I saw the stage all lit up as the music started to play, the squids following the beat. I applaud along with the team, who was cheering loudly as they saw the stage for the first time.

"And you can see, this is no ordinary theater. This is a palace of wonder and magic. Now welcome our first contestants."

Suddenly the theater doors were opened roughly. I wondered who is could be, because Buster gasped at whoever it was.

"Which one of you is Moon?" A booming voice called.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, you can't just barge in here," Buster insisted.

"You know this guy?" The voice asked.

"Mike?"

"Right. Mike here says you have his money, and it's in that box."

"No, no, no, no, no, just hold on a moment here. That's prize money, and it's not Mike's unless he wins it hair and-"

"Give him be money," Mike suddenly wheezed.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, take it. The whole chest. It's yours okay? All right here."

"Open it," the person growled.

"Open it! I-I... No. me?"

"Open it!" Mike strained for air. I could now see the person that walked in. It was a bear—three of them. And one of them had Mike in one of his hands, his claws just barely digging into his neck.

"Okay, no, I-I... I just don't have the keys, so maybe you can come back later?"

"Get out of the way!" The bear growled as he picked Buster up by the ear and threw him, Mike following a few seconds later.

A different bear handed him a bat. He then proceeded to smash the chest to pieces.

"Hey, hey, there you go!" Mike chucked nervously. "Big guy with a bat. Who need keys, right? All right, let's get this thing squared up now."

He walked over to the chest and looked at the remains. "What the?" He started to dig through the rubble. "That's it? That's all there is? He lied."

The team all gasped as I winced. This wasn't happening. Now now. Not like this.

"Moon lied to us all!" Mike shouted.

"Well, Wait a second. I can explain. Okay?" Buster said quietly as the bears all surrounded him. "This is just a prop."

"So, where's the $100,000?" Johnny asked, walking into stage, everyone following.

"You're kidding!" Rosita shouted.

"What's the big idea?" Ash yelled.

"This—This was just..." Buster stopped as the glass of the stage started to crack. Everyone stood still, not daring to move, even one of the bears who took a glance at me, which obviously looked like he wanted to say some rude comment.

The glass started to grow leaks, water pouring out of them and onto our feet.

"(Y/n)! Buster! Look out!" Eddy shouted from the stands moments before the whole stage shattered, a huge wave of water knocking into us.

I was suddenly swept off of my feet, pulled along wherever the current wanted to take me. I managed to get my head above water a few times to breathe, and every time I did I could hear the screaming from the rest of the team.

A large piece of wood suddenly rammed into my chest, pushing all of the air out of my chest and propelling me back so hard that I slammed my head into the wall. I couldn't move, as the wood and water had pinned me up against the wall.

I fought against the urge to take a breath, as I knew water would fill up my lungs. But eventually I would have to, my body would force me too. Just as I was about to take a breath—possibly my last one—arms wrapped around me and pulled me out.

Whoever it was held onto me tightly as we slammed into something. That's when I finally took a breath, which happened to be half water and half air. I hit the hard concrete as I started to violently cough out water, someone hitting my back lightly as I chocked.

I wiped the water out of my eyes before looking around. Glass, broke boards, chairs, and other things from the theater littered the street and sidewalk.

"You okay?" Johnny said from next to me.

I turned to look at him and so many emotions folded into me; regret, anger, gratefulness, sadness. He must have been the one that saved me. Why would he do that?

"Johnny... Johnny I-I'm sorry—I shouldn't have-"

"Hey, it's all right. Besides, we're even now, okay?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but the only word I could seem to say was: "okay."

He stood up and held a hand out for me. I slowly grabbed it before he helped me get up.

"Is everyone okay?" Buster asked. "Nana! I-I-I'm so sorry. I-I just... no, no, no, no, no, don't-don't go.." Buster cried out frantically as Nana got in her car and drove away, giving Buster the death glare as she did so.

"Has anyone seen my glass eye?" Miss Crawly asked.

"Oh, it-it... it's right here, Miss Crawly. I've got it." Buster picked it up and brought it to her.

Suddenly a rumbling like an earthquake filled the air and the pit of my stomach.

"Look out!" Buster shouted before the Theater collapsed. Dust filled the air, masking the Theater from our eyes. But when it cleared I almost wished it didn't.

Usually I hated to cry in front of anyone, but now I didn't seem to care. The Moon Theater was the only place that I felt welcomed, and now it was gone.

"No," Buster gasped before running over to the remains of the broken down building.

All of the good memories came flooding back into my mind. All of the laughs I had with Buster, Miss Crawly and Eddy. The songs I would sing and play on the piano. Just being on stage, pretending I was singing in front of a real audience.

But those times would all be washed away, washed away with the Theater.
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A/n: Sorry for the horrible ending but I hope you liked it.

See you next time, my dudes.

~Becca