AI IS GONNA FUCK UP HIS PERSONALITY AND I KNOW IT

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Y/N has been invited onto a random gameshow, which is really weird, but also cool and also cool and they aren't even sure why. They didn't know anyone on it, aside from a few other people who were probably just there to play the game with her and be nice and all that, but it'd still be a good way of socializing and getting a better understanding of the other world players. Plus, there was always fun to be had in the first few seconds before the game actually started, where you could find out what sort of character would be playing against you, what the rules were, how much time they had until the match started, all that stuff. If things got intense, you might have even seen some interesting plays that might lead to an actual match. And if things went well at least you wouldn't feel alone in the crowd of strangers, since most of the categories were friendly enough. Not everyone wanted to play alone. That's what made this game so exciting. It had nothing to do with winning, of course. Winning wasn't everything. But it was more than enough to get Y/N excited for the upcoming week. They already knew they wanted to spend every moment they had there on earth watching the others play their game. They just hoped they weren't being too obvious about it. They weren't exactly good at hiding their true feelings, especially from the kind of friends that they liked to play games with, which tended to be... well, not quite the same as them, but still very different. The only thing Y/N knew for certain was that they didn't want to make any enemies. They didn't want to be disliked by anyone. They didn't want to be left behind. They didn't want to be forgotten. They didn't want to be alone. They didn't want to be judged or ostracized. They didn't want to be left out of anything. They just wanted... something... to happen. They felt like they were always missing out on things, and they wanted to fill in gaps where they couldn't see them before they were gone forever.

Y/N finally arrived at where the gameshow was hosted, looking at a sign with the label "Shovelware's Brain Game". This seemed promising. Maybe there would be people there they knew and they could talk to and be able to find out something new and interesting that would help with their growing sense of longing. It was a longshot, but sometimes these things were worth a shot. Especially when your friends seemed to enjoy the company.

Y/N walked into the room and looked around. There were several people in there, including their host(you guessed it, ITS THE BANANA HIMSELF!!!!!!). At the other end of the room were two giant tables, one with a computer on top of the table and another one with the same computer on a desk beside it.

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"Testing, testing, 123. Okay its on. Hello contestants, and welcome to Shovelware's Brain Game. Each of you will be chosen to pick a category, and all of you must answer the question. There are lots of categories to choose from, so take your time." The announcer shut off the speaker, as the doors opened and we were all brought to where the game would take place. The game had been set up so that we could move around and look at all the available categories. We'd each get our own lane and area of the game, and we could sit down at any time.

There were a lot of options. Although the only one i could really understand was "Nonsense Non Sequiturs", but that's fine.

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