Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 33 - buzz buzz

a/n: i leave for three days and y'all become spongebob in that one episode i love yall.

abt to post more tonight, im dealing with so much fricking bullshit, so here's ur weird appetizer to hold u off with while chef sunny cooks up your delicious entree.

muahhh

You smell the scent of something sweet and sugary, and that is enough to wake you up.

Your feet are pressed to the dark concrete walls. There's a thrumming that shakes throughout your entire body. 4,000 lenses in each of your eyes look around, quickly, and your eyes catch on to the light.

Tens and hundreds of them—TVs in the dark room you are in. People with headsets sit by and watch these TVs, zooming in and panning left to catch the motions. The motions of everyone in the bright neon villa you were born in.

Someone in particular takes a cup and brings it to their lips. The smell is enough to peak your interest—sweet sweet sweet.

You want to taste it.

You fly.

The man isn't looking, you can see, so you rest your feet on the rim of the mug. Your feet can taste all the things humans take for granted — all the sweetness and flavor that fills your body with that joyous buzz you love so much.

The man looks down, and you catch it before he even does it, the way he moves to swat you away. You fly off and land on a monitor screen instead. A couple on the monitor is giggling. He doesn't notice, instead mutters: "fuckin' fly," and wipes his cup in disgust.

You are hungry.

The door swings open, and that startles you enough to fly onto the ceiling and look down. You catch the hustles bodies of three figures moving through the room—one is in the lead while the other two follow. You recognize them easily—Pam and Harry, the two producers following the lead boss, Gabriel.

You swoop down lower to follow them.

"I don't understand," Pam huffs in frustration. "What do you mean no twitter challenge, we always have a twitter challenge. That's why people watch this show!"

Gabriel swings open the door to his office haphazardly and the producers follow swiftly. You fly through the doors before it can close. You smell it immediately, the sweet smell and land on Gabriel's desk before he can even pull his chair out.

On his desk is a half eaten glaze donut. You set your feet on it. It tastes amazing.

"Take a seat; the both of you," Gabriel says with a resigned sigh. He seems stressed. You don't care—you're only watching him so that he doesn't catch you on his donut.

Pam and Gabriel take a seat.

Pam starts. "I can't believe you took Harry's suggestion, when everyone wants a Twitter challenge."

Harry argues, "something new can make both new and older viewers excited, and this idea is perfect. No one seems to want Friendship Island anymore, so let's make them confront each other."

The glaze donut tastes so sweet. You dance on it without Gabriel noticing. Pam is upset now. "Twitter challenge could've easily done that, and it gets newer and older viewers engaged. You're just trying to make an idea off of what Olandria said last night because you don't want her and Nic to-"

Gabriel sighs. His hands moved fast so you flit away to a shelf to observe him. He's simply wiping his hands on his face. "Pam, are we still trying to push this love-bird stuff?"