Hey ya'll so I want to write a new prompt for like some sort of au/mashup for Sing, so please suggest things in the ask box 👍 Examples: Chicago Au La La Land Au Rick and Morty Au?????? (lmao don't) Superhero Au? Maybe a Singing Gems au prompt (with credit to @singing-gems ofc) Anything tbh
I found a post that talk about the potential “friendship” between Ms Crawly and Mike, if I find the original post I’ll link to it, but here’s a lil thing I wrote! And this is my first time writing Ms Crawly so bare with me.
Buster Moon walked through the New Moon Theater, nose buried in his clipboard. It was around lunchtime, and he was checking up on all his performers. His next show was going to be a hit; Music throughout the Decades was its title, and it would be a showcase of how music changed and evolved through the years. Yet, as he checked in on each of his actors, he realized he was missing his Fifties act, Mike, he was not in his studio, nor was he on stage.
“Ash? Have you seen Mike?” Buster asked the punk rocker, peeking his head into her rehearsal area.
“Why would I wanna know where that jerk is?” Ash begrudgingly huffed, strumming out a small piece by Queen.
“Ash.” Buster sternly warned. He understood Mike wasn’t the easiest to be around, but he wanted all of his performers to get along. Or at least try to.
“Sorry.” Ash sighed. “I don’t know where he is, though.“
Buster tried Rosita and Gunter next, asking them the same question. Gunter had a similar reaction to the question as Ash did, but Rosita gently smacked his big belly.
"I think I saw him going upstairs, he might be going to one of his little spots.” she said sweetly.
Mike had a habit of finding areas of the theater to hide in whenever he didn’t want to be bothered, or whenever he had an episode. Under the floorboards, in the pocket of a costume coat, the air vent, even the top of the building were just some of his favorite spots.
Moon thanked Rosita and hopped up the stairs that lead to the main offices. As he made his way towards the door, though, he heard Mike’s voice.
“What was he like? What was he really like?” Mike asked, but not in his usual accusing voice. He sounded intrigued and excited about something.
“Well,” answered a shaking old voice. Ms Crawly? “He was a true gentlemen, that wasn’t an act. He was kind, caring, he took time for each of his fans."
"And what did he look like in real life?” Mike asked again as Buster pressed his ear to the door. “What did he act like?"
"Well, he was a bit taller than you and he had black spots on his grey fur.” said the old lizard. “He used to add and delete words from his own songs, he added notes and sometimes his band couldn’t even keep up.” she said with a small laugh.
“And did ya, did ya ever meet him?"
“I met Frank when I was around twenty or so. I had gone to one of his shows in New York."
Buster’s ears perked at this. They were talking about Sinatra.
"Wow,” Mike let out a long breath. “I’ve seen videos and all, but wow."
"The funny thing is, I don’t think he ever did a show where he wasn’t tipsy!” Ms Crawly giggled, causing Mike to laugh as well. It was a genuine laugh, not a mocking one, but light hearted. “Oh and he danced in the funniest ways."
"I bet he did! Though, I don’t Buster would let me go on stage drunk."
"He doesn’t have to know you are.” Ms Crawly said with a mischievous voice. Any other day Buster would’ve went in, scolding the old lizard, but he had never heard Mike get along with anyone this well and he was silent.
“And do ya, do ya think I could be like him?” Mike asked quietly.
“Well, I don’t think anyone could be exactly like Frankie, but I think he’s a good person to try and live up to.” she said sweetly. “Which means trying to get along with your coworkers."
"Frank didn’t get along with Marlon Brando in Guys and Dolls.” You could practically hear Mike crossing his arms in a huff. “And why should I try to get along with ‘em? They’re all no good, sons of-” he caught himself. “I don’t want to get attached to ‘em."
"Well, you can still be nice to someone and not get attached to them, dear.” Ms Crawly sighed. “And I think it would be best to make some….friends."
"Friends are for soft people, I ain’t soft.” Mike retorted.
“Well, maybe you could try. For Frank. He would want you to get along with people. And for Nancy.” Buster waited as silence filled the room, he found himself holding his breath. A moment passed before Mike let out a sigh.
“Fine. For Nancy and Frank.” There was a pause before: “Thank you."
"You’re very welcome, dear. You can always come to me whenever you want to know more."
Buster thought now was a good time to enter; he gently knocked on the door with his knuckle and opened it. Mike was sitting with his back to the door and had spun around when Moon had entered. Mike quickly stood up, placing his hat, which he had taken off, on his head.
"Uh, I, thank you, um, see ya Scaly!” The mouse jumped off the desk and tried to push past Moon.
“Wait just a moment Mike.” Moon held out his paw. “I would like to invite you to lunch, the cast and I were going to go to the café down the street."
“I, I don’t…” Mike stole a quick glance to Ms Crawly, who gently nodded. “S-sure. I don’t have anythin’ better to do.” he said with a casual shrug and went out the door.
Ms Crawly and Moon were left alone, the old lizard laughed lightly. “You were listening outside, weren’t you, Mister Moon?” she asked.
“Uh, well, you see. There might be a legal explanation in another universe but, uh, not in this one. Hence… why I’m here.”
It was a sunny Friday evening, and Buster could’ve expected to find himself anywhere else but here. The thick glass between him and the theater gang just seemed to make it all more realistic.
“Mr. Moon, a-am…” Meena looked around nervously before whispering into the phone. “Am I going to get in t..trouble too?” Her eyes were wide and frantic, she was basically an accomplice to the reason he landed up in there. And, of course, Buster wouldn’t let her be recognized as that.
“Hey, now you don’t need to worry. I took full responsibility. No mention of you whatsoever.”
Meena seemed to relax slightly, nodding and feeling a small amount of guilt. He didn’t have to take the full blame, but he was anyway, and for some reason that felt wrong to her. Again, she couldn’t imagine being stuck in this place, it just wasn’t her!
“Oh, Buster.” Rosita sighed, concerned. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not a bad animal.”
“No worries, Rosita, I am as fit as a fiddle. I just hope you all help Ms. Crawley take care of the theater… and also just tell her I’m on vacation. I’ll be out of here in no time.”
“You can count on us, Mr. Moon.” Ash nodded.
“One year? That’s a long vacation, pal.” Mike popped the p. “I have to admit, I am impressed, I didn’t think you had it in ya’. Behind all that charm you’re nothing but a dirty scoundrel.” He started laughing, and Buster’s ears drooped only slightly.
“Hey, hey! That’s not true.”
“Don’t worry, Buster, we know that. That’s just Mike being Mike.” Rosita assured, giving the mouse a look.
“At least I’m not stupid enough to get caught.” The crooner crossed his arms and looked smug, but not before seeing one of the prison guards eyeing him. He swallowed, the smirk falling.
“Heh, oh jeez.” Mike tugged at his collar, “That’s my cue.” He hopped down, walking towards the exit with an innocent looking stride.
Everyone silently rolled their eyes, save for Meena.
“Hey, uh, where’s Johnny?” The orange-clad koala asked, hopefully directing the conversation away from all the illegal things he did. Theft of utility was no joke, unfortunately.
“I’m not sure, he might be at work. I.. I’m sure he wanted to come.” Rosita responded, diverting her eyes away slightly.”
“Ja, Buster! We all, like, love you. Especially Johnny dude!” Gunter added.
“Yeah, yeah.. Okay, thanks, guys. And, don’t worry! I’m sure I won’t actually be in here for a year. I’ll be on my best behavior, guaranteed.” He smiled.
“We trust you.” Rosita smiled back.
“Yeah, Mr. Moon, if you need anything, just let us know!” Meena exclaimed, trying to seem happier about this for his sake, or more relaxed.
“Hey, times up.” The guard stated, “It’s lunch time.”
“Oh, boy.” Buster muttered, clenching the phone a bit more tightly.
Ah, the high school cafeteria, it certainly brought one back to the good ole’ days. Well, if that one was 36 years old and relating that memory to the prison cafeteria, which was nothing but a desperate attempt to feel better.
He had his tray of slop, it was only a matter of where to sit… There were so many, much bigger animals, around.
It was just like high school, only he couldn’t exactly eat his lunch in the auditorium.
“Okay, alright. Everything is going to be peach perfect. A-okay. I am… A-okay.” He walked around, looking for a spot at one of the tables that wasn’t next to an animal covered in threatening tattoos. And, when he did find that rare spot, a hard glare from someone sitting there immediately kept him walking.
This puts a little bit of a hiccup in the mental to-do list he made for his long stay here. 1: Make friends. Not working so far.
Fear not! He would be persistent, now only if he could find a spot somewhere. Anywhere-
“Oi.”
He tensed up at hearing the heavy voice behind him, and didn’t turn around.
“I’m talking to you.”
“Er, I, don’t want any trouble, sir.” Buster spoke, trying to keep his voice stable and fearless.
“Turn around.”
He did so, with major hesitance, until he was squared up with a large, mean looking gorilla. Right next to two other large gorillas. Great.
“Like, I-I said, sir, I don’t want any trou-”
“Are you Mr. Moon? Of the Moon theater?” The British accent was thick, and it almost reminded him of… no, could it be? A relative? No…
“Uh, I- yes. Yes, I am.” He eased slightly.
“So you’re the little koala who helped my Johnny discover music? Or whatever you would call it. The koala who made him go to the rehearsal instead of help us finish a job?”
Buster gulped and tugged at his collar. He didn’t like where this was going, and was quickly looking for some sort of escape route if things went South. “...Yes..?”
Buster winced ahead of whatever response he would get next.
“Thank you.”
“Please don’t aim for the fac- What?” He started speaking quickly before cutting himself off. “Thank you?”
“You led my son away from the possibility of ending up here, ending up like me. I am indebted to you, Moon.”
He was certainly not expecting that, no sir, no way. “I-I, uh, um-” He was at a loss for words. “I’m- confused. Just to be clear, y-you don’t want to punch me in the face?”
The gorilla gave him a look, “No. I want to help you.”
“Oh, I see. Of course. An-and, how would you help me?” He held his tray tightly, the slop keeping form.
“A little guy like you won’t last long in this place. Not a lot of other small guys, you get it? Me and the boys will stick with ya’. No one else will try to mess with you if they know you’re with us.”
Buster looked at the ground, and then back up at Johnny’s dad.
“Wow… I honestly don’t know what to say. This… wow.”
“You don’t get a choice, we’re helpin’ regardless.” He nodded to the gorillas beside him, who nodded back.
“Yeah, we got your back.”
“Yep.”
“Come on now, we got to eat before the lunch hour is over, don’t we?”
Buster kind of stood there, dazed and confused, like he still couldn’t really grasp it.
“Aren’t ya’ comin’?”
He shook his head, “Yep, yeah! I am!” He spoke, voice at full confidence, and quickening his pace besides the three. “You can call me Buster, by the way.”
“Pete.”
Things were looking up, and he hadn’t even been there a full day!
It's spring break, indoor track is over, I am finally free. As a comeback to this blog, would you guys prefer a prompt or a comic/animatic? If so, give me ideas! We also hit 500 followers wtf thnx so much
WOW IVE BEEN DEAD FOR AWHILE HAVENT I? Don't worry guys, indoor track season is nearly over for me, which means I'll be on much more. I'll try to get into fics again and such.
When I made this blog less than 2 months ago I honestly never expected it to get so much attention, I didn’t even expect to use it as much as I do now, but I’m so glad I did!! I met so many cool people in this fandom and I’m so happy you all like this blog and its content ^^
And that’s why I’m hosting an art giveaway, just for you!
Rules
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