Another Finding Frankie fic
A silly little drabble with the Lucky Contestant as he tries to make conversation with the other human post adventure and is left with more questions than answers.
“Why do you call me Lucky?” The IT person looked at him and shrugged.
“That’s what the bosses call you.” Was the retort. “And it’s not like we’ve had a lot of time to talk since you’ve survived.”
“Ok, fair, but don’t you think that’s a bit misleading?”
“Well, ‘Dumbass who managed to survive a rigged murder game show when they weren’t supposed to and managed to get the Sentient Cartoon to say a variety of new swear words that people didn’t realize exist’ doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.”
“Seriously?”
“Ok, fine, what do you want me to call you then?”
“Hey, I’m not saying I don’t like the nickname, I was just curious.” If looks could kill, he would be dead before the IT Guy rolled her eyes and turned to the tablet to continue to type. “So, uh, what are you doing?”
“I have to install the new POS system manually on the registers.”
“A POS system?”
“Yeap, we are open during the off season, and the expectation is that we’ll be at max capacity given your performance.”
“Even with the police raid?”
“Apparently.”
“And the bodies?”
“You see any around?” Lucky stopped and looked around, noting that the amount of blood stains and dead bodies were significantly lower than when he raced. “You were out for at least a week.”
“I doubt moms will be cool with their kids dying because they suck at parkour and that monster grabs them.”
“Technically, the obstacles are being reworked for a younger audience.” Lucky’s expression was priceless. “The boss absolutely hates it too, but he was giving the ultimatum that he does this or else the In-Person Frankie gets to be the one calling the shots next season.”
“Huh…didn’t think he reported to anyone, but good to know…” A shrug. “So what am I doing?”
“What?”
“During this off season or whatever….I’m not working retail.”
“You wouldn’t join a murder game show if you did.” The tech sighed as she pressed a few buttons. “I don’t think you’ll be running registers, if they are having you work; I think you’ll probably be acting as a meet and greet; You are the “Lucky Contestant” after all,”
“I don’t do well with crowds.”
“Then just call the big guy. Loves an excuse to cause chaos.”
“Call…the big guy?” A nod. “I don’t think he’d forgive me for the whole Hexagon Havoc and murdering him thing.”
“Well, the place won’t open for another few weeks, so you two can work on bonding.” Was the simple response, as the tech began to walk to another side of the floor, to the other registers. “He likes the pink cake pops by the way, and don’t even think about the carrot cake ones; those aren’t very throwable!” The contestant blinked slowly as they were soon left by themselves at the registers.
“...What?”








