Can I have HC's about Real Frankie x LuckyContestant!Reader who is actually really bad at parkour, like the clumsiest person imaginable, but is like really good at socializing/being really sweet to animals/creatures/kids so she was able to charm Killer Frankie/Henry Hotline out of attempting to harm her? And that's how she made it through the whole game show without dying. I think that'd be cute.
🐰|From watching through the cameras... he’s pretty quick to discover just how bad at parkour you are.|🎩
🐰|He watches as you keep tripping over things—sometimes your own feet, falling, etc. Although, you keep going.|🎩
🐰|Other Frankie starts to make little bets with Cartoon Frankie every time you make your way into a new area, or when you’re in danger.|🎩
🐰|When you end up encountering him, the rabbit isn’t sure what to expect.|🎩
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With an outstretched hand, Real Frankie pointed beyond you, and towards the entryway that you’d walked through.
“Well, contestant, you should-“
The words froze in his throat—and so did his body—as you’d raised yourself up, and placed a hand atop his head.
He’d not been able to see it, but as you began to pat his head, and hear a low purr? A grin formed behind your mask.
For just a moment, Real Frankie leaned into your touch, as the purring continued.
...But just as quickly as he had done so, the rabbit pulled himself away, clearing his throat.
“You should go, contestant.”
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🐰|He tries not to think about that after—but it proves to be rather hard.|🎩
🐰|...Especially when, after he helps you in the water, you end up petting him as a “thank you” type of gesture.|🎩
🐰|His confusion about you just starts to grow further. How have you gotten this far? He never thought anyone would.|🎩
🐰|Real Frankie doesn’t actually know about how your encounter with Henry exactly went. But an encounter with Monster Frankie?|🎩
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“Frankie!”
The rabbit spun around, spotting the cartoon version on the screen—a massive frown plastered across his face.
“Are you SEEING this??” His cartoon version threw his hands up, grabbing at his ears.
As Real Frankie inched closer, he watched as the cartoon version blinked out, leaving only the actual cameras, and the feed.
There, you knelt, with Monster Frankie laying across the ground. He looked rather comfortable. He was purring.
Just as you had done with him, you were petting his monster version.
The hotel guard gave Charlie and Alastor a bow of respect in greeting before giving Zephos a nod in greeting as well.
“Hello, my patrol went well, nothing serious to report at this time.” He had only gotten a glimpse of Zephos’ newest skill, walking over to the fae once the protection barrier was down.
“And it seems you’re making progress as usual, Lady Zephos... What are Miss Charlie and Mr Alastor teaching you this time?”
Alastor cocked his head slightly as he listened to her explain herself and her situation. As soon as the word ‘Samhain’ left her mouth, however, he knew what had happened. And had a suspicion of what she was.
“Ah, Samhain! The celebration of the end of the harvest season and welcoming of winter! Oh, and the time the boundaries between realms is weakest or something.” Alastor waved off the last part as if it wasn’t important.
“Sir….is this Hell?”
“AND NOW YOU’RE ON THE TROLLEY!” Alastor gleefully announced, throwing his arms up in excitement. “Oh, how wonderful! We don’t usually get lost wanderers through here often. So wonderfully curious you are!”
"Merry Christmas Blin!" Zephos smiled as she jingled, she had bells on her antlers for Christmas. She had a box wrapped for Blin. There were 2 things inside, one was a necklace that had a faerie and a ballerina on it, the ballerina supposed to be Blin. The other was a dress that could make someone either be bright as a light or invisible, depending on what they preferred.
“Merry Christmas to you, too, Zephos!” Blinchik cheerfully replied, looking curiously at her friend.
Blin herself wasn’t really a Christmas person. She preferred celebrating New Year. But seeing everyone so excited, so kind, so full of life made Blinchik very happy.
“Oh my, do I spy a present? Who’s it for?” She asked, tilting her head quizzically.
