Broccoli has woken up to find something... peculiar on their computer.
They were up for a while last night, but they don't recognize the file name at all. Some powerpoint- He doesn't even bother opening it- Whatever is in it is probably not important.
That is, until they realize the file name is some horrible misspelling of "Banana"
....
And then they realize what this was for.
Oh.
Oh no.
Broccoli lets out a defeated sigh, loading up the powerpoint.
Cuphead and Mugman from the Casino Cups AU have been invited to participate in Shovelware’s Brain Game, hosted by the Dancing Banana. Throughout the game, Cuphead is having the time of his life, answering all of the questions correctly, gaining the most points of the game. However, for poor old Mugman, it’s not going too well.
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so hear me out. trivia murder party/shovelwares brain game au. dancing banana is [redacted]/the host.
heres what he looks like in this au! plot for the au under the cut since it's kind of long
so this au takes place several years after brain game got cancelled. after the show got cancelled, banana didn't take it well (and went insane). eventually he takes over the abandoned studio where brain game used to be hosted. he kidnaps the old cast members and some of the audience members for a 'reunion special', with a deadly twist.
the banana nephews and the announcer (unwillingly) help run the killing floor minigames. also y'lnow how in trivia murder party 2 you can get a minigame where schmitty is kidnapped and forced to read quiplash questions. that happens to boardy here
I would like to request a DB x gn lonely reader (platonic)!!! I thought it would be a cute idea :D
"Hey, you alright man?" DB Scenario [Platonic]
I was sitting next to a tree. My phone, book, and (F/D) were right next to me. The heat of the sun made my palms sweat. The closest to the cold is the shade I'm in. I wonder if that cute cat cafe's open, I wanna see Marshmallow again..
Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a bubbly but calming voice. "Hey, you alright man? You seem pretty lonely."
I look up to see none other than.. Dancing Banana? The host of Shovelwares Brain Game? What the.. I rubbed my eyes, but he was still there. Why's he talking to me? "Oh, uh.. Yeah, I'm lonely! I mean- Aghh.." I facepalmed, I messed that up so badly.
I heard him chuckle as he lent out a hand. "I'm Dancing Banana, but you can just call me DB!"
"I'm (Y/N)! Nice to meet you. Sorry, I meant to say I'm okay. I am kinda lonely though.." I took his hand, and scratched my hand.
"Well I'm free right now if you wanna do something? If you aren't studying or anything right now, that is," he offered.
"Heck yes!" I exclaimed, but then cleared my throat. "Absolutely, dude. That'd be great! How about that cat cafe down the street? I wanna go see this one cat! His names Marshmallow and.."
"Interesting notes ya got there, bud! I see that you only just forgot to mention about the 'updog'. "
Broccoli sits for a moment, looking confused.
"....Updog?" They slightly repeat
Holy produce, is Broccoli really gonna fall for this? Has he really never heard this joke before- Or is he too focused on the notes comment to even notice?
"I don't think I've ever heard of it...." Broccoli picks up his notepad, beginning to flip through it. "......Update... Updo.... You're right-"
Here we go- The words sort of tumbled out of their mouth.
"What's Updog-?"
Broccoli stops adruptly, as though he just realized what he said.
Notes: I fucking hate Shovelwares Brain Game I'm so bad at it
7 points for Kitberry, 21 points for Dean, 59 points for the random son of a bitch they'd never seen.
He fucking hated game shows. That little banana bastard was SO lucky Dean couldn't get over there and squeeze it like a manic ape until it's innards popped out, that and he wanted the prize- one he knew was impossible to get by now.
"Look at that," The host began, turning to Dean to meet his enraged gaze. "It's your turn again! What category do you want?" That voice, oh, he fucking HATED IT. Did this son of a bitch just intend on driving Dean to a homicidal rage? It felt like it, and it took a terrifyingly tight grip onto the podium as he looked over his options... Nonsense Non-Sequiters? What the hell could that be?
Silently, Dean pointed to that very category which he knew he wouldn't be able to pronounce without stuttering like a moron. "What a pick! Let's take a look at your question." It grinned, confusing Dean further, but what in these worlds hadn't done that at least once before?
"One of these is the right answer!" The host exclaimed, staring to the screen which now displayed random answers... Types of hats? Bug spray? What the fuck?!
An exaggerated groan left Dean as he slammed his upper half against his podium, glancing over to Kitberry who simply stood there for a moment before nodding. If she got the right answer, he was going to scream like a wounded goat.
Moments ticked by, and as the others selected their answers, Dean felt as though he was more than certainly going to get this wrong- but how could he not? It was a 1 in 4 chance, and he knew this game would fuck him at pretty much every chance it had to do so. Without thinking, he pointed to his own answer. Bug spray, why not?
A deafening silence followed as the host stared at his answer, and it's hand holding the microphone slowly fell, before the mic itself did. His wrong answer was further solidified by a blaring sound, one that he knew was accompanied by an X plastered to the front of his stand.
"FUCK YOU!" Dean shouted, gripping onto the sides of the podium and leaning over it with his veins bulging out of his neck.
Then all was quiet.
"Car battery!"
"Wha-"
His head snapped up to stare at the oncoming item, a falling car battery that crushed down into his cranium. The world around him went black as his entire body crumpled, his face slamming into the stand before it was dragged down with the rest of his figure. The battery itself landed off to the side, by Kitberrys feet- who now stared at his slumped body. "..you okay?"
All she got as a response was a loud groan as Dean forced his eyelids apart, pressing his open palms against the floor and beginning the process of pushing himself back up. "Hggh.. dussit... SEEM like I'm.." He trailed off, his arms being thrown over the stand to support his shaking legs as his chest pressed against it.
His brown hues found the banana again, and his brows furrowed as he stared the host down with a barely coherent rage. But it didn't stop to stare back, it only continued with the show before moving back and giving the announcer time to continue speaking, something Dean completely tuned out.