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It was another night, another busy night. People came and went. Either jumping at Fryboys' scare tactics, or running from Jet as he sprints towards them. Halloween was just creeping up on the decayed brigaded, and everyone was pumped. Every year, their crew gets so much attention, earning them more crew members and a bigger stage.
While Archer and Gas Can were doing tricks with each other, Fryboy stood at the edge of the pathway. His eyes were following the people who dared step close to him. Tempting them to try something. Fans walked by, shouting jokes, but he didn’t move. When he is in the groove, everyone knows it.
This park, this element. It was his moment. Where he was the happiest. With his friends, with his popularity. Basically, he owned the park. Everyone knew it. Everyone comes to see him anyway. Not that he is trying to boost his own ego, but…….
Following a group of teenagers through his scare zone, he allowed his team to distract them. Archer is doing what he does best, getting all eyes on him. So while the teen on the far left was invested in the show, Fryboy slid in close to him. Walking alongside him like they were friends. Like they were window shopping at the mall.
Instantly, the teen turned to look at him, jumping at the fact he wasn’t a friend he came to the park with. The other teens soon followed with getting scared, pushing eachother to get away. One took a tumble, quickly recovering when Jet stepped a little closer. A laugh escapes Fryboys mouth as he slaps Jet on the back.
“Never gets old,” he confesses.
Jet nods, “Never gets old.”
Moving along, Fryboy continues jumping and sliding towards the attendees. Through the distance of the scarezone, he could hear the screams. It was a melody he loved to hear. His team were good at what they did. They have a reputation to hold.
Although.
Through a big crowd of people, his eyes zeroed on a woman. Her face was painted in black and white clown makeup, in the shape of a demon. Little white horns coming from her forehead. Dressed in tactical gear similar to Maverick and Hybrid. He cocked his head in confusion as she walked closer towards him.
It wasn’t just because he wasn’t too sure who she was, it was also because she had two little kids on each side of her. They held her hand, eyes wide as saucers as they allowed her to guide them. He wasn’t one for kids, but something about that sight pulled at his heartstrings.
Stepping closer he reaches the trio, “Everything good?”
The woman lets out a breathy laugh, “First day on the job and I find two lost kids. They were sobbing near one of the haunted houses. Poor things. Bribed them with cotton candy to come with me to take them to security.”
“Miss. (Y/n),” the girl on the right speaks up. “Is this your boyfriend.”
Squatting down to her level, Fryboy grins, “My name is Fryboy, what is yours?”
“Sara!”
“What a beautiful name. Do you want to walk with me so we can find your parents?”
“I guess so.”
He sends (Y/n) a grin as he reaches his full height, “Welcome to the chaos I guess.”
Sara reaches for his hand, which he gives to her. A little hand reaches around his pointer finger, allowing him to guide her. (Y/n) picks up the younger one of the two, the toddler just hanging off her hip. It was calculated, like this was just a trip with the family to the park.
“Look at how cute this is!” Valkyrie steps up to the group.
“Hey girl,” (Y/n) laughs, taking him off guard. Do they know each other?
“Secuirty?”
“Yup.”
“Get back here then, I want to hang out with you finally.”
The woman nods before Valkyrie jumps at a group just behind them. People around them scream, but that didn’t stop them from moving towards security. He has a new mission now and it’s to protect the kids. Whoever their parents are, he just knows they are probably freaking out. Not sure why the kids are still out this late, but he keeps that to himself.
Looking over at (Y/n) and the toddler, he couldn’t help but smile. It was such an odd scene to him. A demon with the cutest little girl. What really took the cake was that both kids were fine with all the scary makeup. Sara kept looking up at him with a grin.
Getting to security, they were met with two very distraught parents. Two people who practically run up to the two scare actors with great speed. The father pulls Sara in a tight hug while the mother rips the toddler out of (Y/n)’s arms. Happy tears came from the mother's eyes.
“You really shouldn’t leave your kids like that,” (Y/n) mutters. “They are children in a scary environment. They will run off.”
“We know how to take care of our kids,” the mother says with a glare.
“Didn’t look like that when I found them shivering under a table together in fear.”
“I don’t need you to tell me how to do my job.”
“Being a parent isn’t a job; it’s not something you clock in and clock out for. I-”
Fryboy grips her shoulder, his finger intertwining with the chest plate strap. The father of the kids also steps in, “We appreciate you for finding our kids and bringing them to safety. We will do much better in making sure they are safe.”
“Thank you,” Fryboy says before pulling (Y/n) away. All she could do was shake her head as distance was put between them and the parents.
“I’m sorry,” (Y/n) sighs out. “Seeing those kids so alone, pulled at my heart. Ive got nieces that I would die for. So when parents do stuff like that, yeah, I hate it.”
“I get it.”
“Also, nice to finally meet you. I’m like, the newbie, I guess.”
He lets out a snort of a laugh, “One heck of an introduction. Don’t feel like you need to introduce yourself to me, I feel like we have known each other for years, with what just happened. A little bonding moment.”
“Still.”
He turns to her just under a lamp post, and she stops, confused. This is where he took in everything. From the white contact lenses to the little skull keychain hanging off a belt loop. She was going to fit in just right with the others. Nervously, she ducks her head away.
“Why are you staring like that?” she boldly asks.
“Sorry,” he shakes his head in embarrassment now. “It’s just something about seeing this figure in front of me with two random kids. That was a sight I don’t think I will forget.”
“I had to do what I had to do.”
“Come on, let’s go to the safety of our area before the hillbilly’s with chainsaws find us.”
He throws an arm around her shoulder, guiding her in the direction of home base. Why is he touching her like that? At this rate, he doesn’t know. Part of it is because he’s so comfortable around her already. The other is because, well, he isn’t too sure.
Once (Y/n) gets her gaze on Valkyrie, the girl walks over to her. The warmth from her body is gone as his arm falls back to his side. He watches as the pair talk, occasionally jumping at park-goers as they pass by.
“Okay,” Archer grins. “From what I know, she goes by Spitfire. Something about an old nickname she was given at her very first park. She bounces around during the holiday season to different parks. Valkyrie and her met during a training session one year. Her fan base is bigger than yours, don’t get too jealous. Lastly, she is the first-ever slider to successfully get a backwards slide.”
“Should I ask how you got this information?“ Fryboy glances over at his cousin.
“Valk is an open book.”
Fryboy glances over at (Y/N), who was now jumping over Jet. People watched in awe because seeing a slider in action is always amazing. Seeing it from a distance proves that. A hand clasps his back, “Thanks for welcoming her.”
He turns to Valkyrie, “Hmm? Oh yeah for sure.”
She is going to fit in just right.