Fruit Ninja

Everyone was sitting in the conference room minding their own business when the P.R. alarm went off everyone started to freak out and eventually J.R. came storming in. Apparently, he had offended the reptoids in an email and everyone would need to kiss their ass at the upcoming gala. Y/n kind of zoned out after his little speech looking at the celebrity who were actually reptoids displayed everywhere. Y/n snapped back into reality when everyone collectively groaned. Everyone got up and walked towards the exit and Y/n just followed. She wasn't sure where they were going but didn't really care. Eventually, they gathered in Inhuman Resources to learn how to interact with the Reptoids. Mr. Mothman then started a lecture on reptoids and the many do's and don'ts while Y/n struggled to stay still. After about a minute she ended up sitting upside down on her chair while paying attention to the lesson. She liked to think she was paying attention however in all reality she was trying to make it look like she was "walking on the ceiling." It wasn't long before Andre and Myc got off track and were kicked out leaving the remaining 5. For the final practice, Mothman planned to make everyone hug Brett in a lizard onesie. As he walked over to Glenn Y/n turned to Reagan.

"You okay Reag?" Y/n noticed the fear on Reagan's face.

"Yeah, I'm doing just great!" Reagan smiled sarcastically.

"It's just a hug. I mean I don't really like them all much either but I mean if it can get us the contract," Y/n shrugged.

"You don't like hugging?"

"Nope," Y/n popped the p.

"But you're so-"

"Friendly? Sure, but just because I can be nice doesn't mean I always like physical contact. My family screwed me up man," Y/n sighed turning as Brett approached her. Y/n cautiously and quickly hugged him then stepped out of the way as he headed towards Reagan. Y/n gave Reagan a thumbs up as Reagan punched Brett across the face. Y/n cringed and left to check on a few things in her office.

Y/n stood in her apartment staring at her reflection. She didn't want to overdue but she didn't want to underdress. She settled on a light pink corset dress she had found a couple of weeks ago and she bought it because why not. (Just imagine your own outfit if you don't like this lol.) Y/n turned around to see the whole dress and sighed. She hated dressing up. It took too much effort and she was a lazy person. Heading to Cognito she met up with everyone else and they all entered a Limo. Luckily for her she ended up seated between Myc and Andre.

"Looking good Y/n," Andre pulled his glasses down a bit looking at her outfit.

"Hey Y/n," Myc spoke placing a tentacle on her leg, "Why don't you join me and Andre in-"

"Nope. Nope Nope Nopity Nope Nope," Y/n pushed Myc off of her. "I know you guys are like into that stuff and like- good for you and all. Personally, I'm good and I'll probably hit the snack table or whatever but you two have fun! And you can tell me all about it later... Or never! That's fine too!"

"Hah Andre just got rejected~" Myc taunted.

"How did I get rejected your the one who asked!" Andre leaned over Y/n and hit Myc. The two started arguing and Y/n sighed getting up. "Hey, where are you going?!?"

"Somewhere where I won't get hit... Or hit on," Y/n shrugged walking over to Brett and sitting next to him.

"Hey, Y/n! What brings you over here!?" Brett asked.

"They were annoying me," Y/n pulled out her phone leaning her head on Brett's shoulder. She opened fruit ninja on her phone and started playing. After a few minutes, she looked up at Brett. "Yo Brett wanna hop on Fortnite later?" Y/n seriously asked and he laughed.

"Of course n/n," he ruffled her hair laughing and she nodded satisfied with his answer. She tried her best to ignore the fact Andre was glaring at Brett. She did find it quite funny, however. Eventually, they made it to the gala and everyone piled out of the car lining up. J.R. laid down the rules for everyone. He also asked what they'd answer with when asked about their Hogwarts house and everyone said Slytherin except Brett. They continued down the path and eventually entered the gala.

"This is incredible! I can't believe who's secretly a reptoid, Anderson Cooper," Brett looked around.

"Taylor Swift?" Y/n raised an eyebrow. Two reptoids then passed the group heading into another room and Andre and Myc looked at each other. Their gazes both fell on Y/n. "What are you looking at me for? Go knock yourselves out," Y/n sighed as the two giggled and ran off.

"Alright let's get down to business," J.R. turned around, "Brett practice your speech. Glenn don't say anything racist. Gigi make sure Glenn doesn't say anything racist, and Reagan-" J.R. turned around to see Reagan wasn't there. Y/n quickly tried to slip away but she was too slow. "Y/n! Join me! We need to go converse a bit if we're going to get that contract~" He started walking away signaling her to follow. Y/n sighed cursing under her breath but following her boss. After greeting and talking to a few reptoids Y/n spotted Reagan.

"Oh look J.R. there's Reagan!" Y/n pointed at Reagan and he made his way over to her.

"Reagan! Where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere!" J.R. wrapped an arm around Reagan and Y/n took the opportunity to take out a bag of gummy worms snacking on them as she followed behind. Suddenly two Reptoids came out of nowhere and J.R. panicked a bit. "Reagan! Y/n! Here are my two favorite Reptoidsentatives!" He introduced them all and proceeded to try and get the reptoids to sign the contract. Barb and Zarthax pulled up the email J.R. had sent and Y/n almost spit out a worm. Next thing she knew she was being forced to hug the reptoids. Quickly hugging the two she stepped back and resumed eating her gummy worms.

"Hm, I must say that was an extremely comforting hug," Zarthax spoke.

"Learned from the best," Y/n winked and Reagan mentally prepared herself to hug the two. J.R. however elbowed Y/n.

"Where did you learn to hug from?" J.R. asked.

"I literally don't hug anyway like literally ever. I lied, I literally do not know what that was about," Y/n shrugged and J.R. nodded turning back to Reagan. They both watched as Reagan gave the two reptoids such a firm hug she cracked their backs. J.R. watched in worry while Y/n watched in amusement. Barb and Zarthax started talking to J.R. while Reagan walked back over to Y/n. "You created robot arms to hug people?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"Are they that noticeable?!?!" Reagan panicked.

"Nah, I'm just observant, gummy worm?" Y/n handed Reagan a worm which Reagan gladly accepted. "Don't sweat it too much. Everyone here is too much of an idiot to realize," Y/n nudged Reagan. "Now if you excuse me I am going to go raid... something," Y/n smiled and walked off, "If you need me call me!" She called back to Reagan. After talking to a few celebrities Y/n noticed a pissed-off Andre standing by himself. Y/n decided to walk over and see what the problem was. "No luck?" She leaned against the wall next to him.

"No," he pouted.

"Where's Myc?"

"Don't know, Don't care."

"Somebody's in a good mood," she grinned.

"Yeah Yeah, why don't you go bother Brett instead," he looked the other way.

"Well I wanted to bother you," She stood up straighter.

"With what your stupid fruit game," Andre crossed his arms.

"It's not stupid!" her eyebrows narrowed and he chuckled. "Plus it's way better when you play it in real life obviously."

"You can do that?!" Andre asked.

"Duh! Come on I'll show you," Y/n started walking away and Andre stood still for a minute before chasing after her. He followed Y/n into the mansion's kitchen and watched as she carefully grabbed a fruit basket off the counter. Carefully making her way back towards Andre she felt a hand on her shoulder and she froze in her tracks slowly turning around.

"Where are you going with that Miss," one of the chefs spoke.

"Sorry Sir, Zarthax requested that I brought this out to him!" Y/n apologized handing him the basket.

"Oh in that case go ahead miss," He handed her the basket back and she grinned.

"Thanks, man!" she ran grabbing Andre and dragging him with her.

"Nice thinking," Andre smiled.

"Not really he was just dumb," Y/n shrugged walking down the hallways.

"Somebody has quite the big ego," Andre rolled his eyes and Y/n stopped in her tracks for a second before shaking her head and continuing on. Walking by a fireplace she grabbed a sword displayed on the wall and headed into an empty room.

"Alright here," Y/n handed him the sword and backed up grabbing a watermelon. "We'll start big," Y/n winked and his face dropped. "I mean unless you don't wanna play fruit ninja," She shrugged.

"Throw it," he held up the sword and Y/n tossed it at him. He made a clean slice through the fruit and it fell on the floor. He immediately started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"I mean this whole thing is pretty goofy. We are at a gala and it's like a huge party. However, me and you are in a room... by ourselves... playing fruit ninja in real life," he looked at the ground.

"Well I mean it's not like anything interesting was happening out there anyways," Y/n shrugged throwing a pineapple which he yet again sliced through. After a couple of rounds, him and Y/n switched spots. They laughed and just talked for a while until they got down to the last fruit. Andre threw the lemon at Y/n and she sliced throw it easily however after it at fallen to the floor she remained still.

"Y/n?" Andre asked confused.

"It's in my eye It's in my eye It's in my eye!" She jumped around the room in pain.

"Ah- uh Calm down! You're fine, it's just a lemon!" Andre walked over to her. Gently holding onto her chin and lifting it up so he could look at her eyes. "Oh, my god. Your eyes are bright red. You look like you're high," he giggled and Y/n frowned.

"The reptoids are going to think I'm some sort of stoner now!" Y/n's jaw dropped.

"And what's so bad about being a stoner," Andre raised an eyebrow and she looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it uh-"

"I'm just fucking with you, you're fine~" Andre playfully punched her in the shoulder. She was about to reply when her phone started ringing like crazy. She accepted the call lifting it up to her ear only to be yelled at.

"Y/n where the hell are you? Get your ass to the ceremony now!" J.R. yelled through the phone Y/n hung up and looked at Andre.

"Welp duty calls, see ya later A-dog," Y/n smiled before booking it to the ceremony to prevent the loss of her job. Running to the table everyone else was sitting at she quickly sat down.

"Thank god. You made it here just in time," J.R. sighed and Y/n nervously smiled.

"Y/n are you high-" Reagan asked.

"No, I just got a lemon in my eye!" Y/n waved her hands frantically.

"Uh okay..." Reagan returned her attention to the speaking reptoids and J.R. frantically tapped away on his phone.

Eventually, he leaned over to Reagan, "Reagan, Brett is missing. You need to do his speech!"

"But- I'm not ready to give his speech!"

"Here take Y/n with you!" J.R. pushed Y/n out of her seat and Y/n flipped off J.R. sighing.

"Come on Reag," Y/n glared at J.R. grabbing her hand and walking towards the stage.

"You'll do great guys!" he cheered on as Reagan made her way to the microphone. There was a very uncomfortable dead silence at first and Y/n nudged Reagan giving her a smile. Reagan hesitantly smiled back and stepped closer to the mic.

"Ah! What is up, reptoids?" Reagan started. "But seriously, Reptoids, Humans, we're not so different! Sure we've messed up in the past, but not as bad as those idiot Atlantians!" Reagan soon got a standing ovation. "I'm Regan Ridley let us raise this glass to our continued alliance!" She held a wine bottle in the air. Y/n noticed it run down her sleeve and onto her robot arms.

"Regan-" Y/n mumbled panicking.

"Y/n not right now! They like me!" Reagan smiled looking back out at the audience letting the cork pop off.

"But Reagan-"

"Y/n I said not right now!" Reagan glared and Y/n huffed storming off. She exited the ceremony room and exited the mansion sitting on the steps by herself. She understood that Reagan was having a moment but Y/n was just trying to help. She really did respect Reagan for her genius abilities however she worried something could've gone wrong. Maybe like Reagan accidentally ripping off somebody's arm or hugging somebody too tight. She sat alone outside hugging her knees and enjoying the somewhat silence until she felt a hand on her back. She was suddenly pulled up and dragged off the stairs. She turned to see Reagan.

"Reagan?! Is that blood!" Y/n's eyes widened.

"No time to explain!" she pulled Y/n into the street where they almost got hit by a Limo. As soon as they realized Brett was the driver Reagan hopped into the front seat while Y/n jumped in the back. Y/n with her head in the middle window of the two seats nervously looking out the front.

"Are you two also being chased by a horde of rats?!?" Brett quickly asked.

"What no! Why are you naked?!?!" Reagan glanced at Brett.

"Tch and why are you covered in blood," Y/n turned to Reagan.

"Tonight was complicated!" Reagan and Brett yelled turning to Y/n. They all listened to the radio for updates as Brett drove.

"Well, I'm definitely a fugitive from the law now," Reagan sighed, "I don't know why I can't hug anyone without losing my mind!"

"You know Reagan I have pretty mad social anxiety too. However, talking about it with my therapist has cut my panic attacks in half! Brap Brap Brap!" Brett smiled.

"I just stock up on anxiety meds," Y/n joined in the convo as well feeling left out.

"Are you saying that I should... Talk about my feelings?" Reagan scoffed.

"When was the last time you were hugged? Hit me," Brett asked.

"The last time I was hugged was... Huh... wow... I actually don't remember. That's really weird right?" Reagan grabbed her forehead as Brett sadly looked over at her. Y/n frowned as well.

"You'll figure it out, you always do," Brett smiled. "Just like I'm going to find a way to impress PJ and Skwoo and get to level six because I need everyone to like me and I freak out if they don't."

"Brett, why do you care about those guys?" Reagan asked.

"Yeah, they pushed you in a ventilation shaft and covered you with rats," Y/n joined in.

"Yeah, but isn't that what friends do?" Brett asked.

"No friends give each other rides and good advice," Reagan smiled as she and Brett looked at each other. Y/n, feeling like a third wheel sat back into the seat and just looked out the window. However, she quickly could make out cop cars approaching.

"Uh, guys?" Y/n caught the two's attention, "Cops."

About an hour later everyone was gathered in court for Reagan's hearing. Y/n sat between Brett and Andre, slumped down in her seat.

"You okay Y/n?" Andre raised his glasses a bit to look at her.

"No." she bluntly replied.

"What's wr-"

"Shhhhh!" Somebody from behind them yelled and they both went quiet. The trial continued until one by one the gang was called up to speak for Reagan. Eventually, Y/n was up at the stand.

"You know before tonight nobody willingly hugged me in like 10 years. And the last person that like attempted to hug me died. So I mean it could have been worse," Y/n shrugged. "Also technically it wasn't Reagan's fault. The wine you guys provided with her spilled on her robot arms causing them to malfunction."

"Are you blaming us?!?" Zarthax called out.

"I don't know am I?" Y/n rested her head on top of her arms tiredly only to be glared at. After returning to her seat she zoned out for the rest of the trial. Eventually, it was decided that Rand was the reason Reagan couldn't hug anyone. She was sentenced to a reptoid group hug which soon evolved into something else.

"Oh, my god..." Y/n's jaw immediately dropped, "I- bye..." Y/n turned and left as fast as she could. Seeing the limo she debated taking it but then she put the needs of the others in front of her and decided to walk. After walking for a bit she heard somebody call her name and she turned around to face Reagan and her dad on Bear-o. "Oh hey, Reag."

"What are you doing?" Reagan asked.

"Walking."

"Why?"

"We only brought the Limo and I didn't feel like waiting," Y/n stared at Reagan before glancing over at Rand.

"Reagan I don't believe I've met this asshole yet, care to introduce me?" Rand asked as he turned his attention to Y/n as she flipped him off.

"Dad this is Y/n. Y/n, Rand," Reagan introduced the two.

"Nice to meet you, asshole," Y/n gave him an unamused look.

"Ohhhhhh you're the detective girl Reagan was threatened by! Glad to see you two made up!" Rand grinned and Y/n's eyes widened slightly taken back.

"Yeah... I'm glad we made up too," Y/n smiled.

"Hey you shouldn't be walking home all by yourself, why don't you join us!" Rand smiled.

"Nah I'm fine," Y/n went to walk away but was pulled back. Now seated between the two they all sat in silence with the occasional snicker from Rand as they made it to the surface. As soon as they made it back to Cognito Y/n hopped off Bear-o turning around to face the two.

"Thanks for the ride I appreciate it! See you tomorrow Reagan," Y/n turned to walk into Cognito. As she was walking away she heard a slap.

"Rand! Why the hell would you say that!" Reagan yelled.

"I was hoping for a bigger reaction but she seems to be way too nice! This place will screw her up soon enough!"

"Are you kidding me!" Reagan yelled. Y/n didn't hear the rest due to the fact she had entered the building. She made her to her office and crashed on the sofa too tired to drive home.

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