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dozing-marshmallow · 24 hours ago

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BIMBO! (CONTESTANT) READER HEADCANONS

Bimbo (Y/N) had a lot to say

You weren’t paying attention at the starting line; you were making sure your nails stayed on in the gloves.

So because of that, you died when “Frankie” came out the door.

Retry.

So like, so far, you were avoiding death beautifully and getting more used to what you needed to do in this place, just running and jumping around like a lapdog.

You were never alone though, which was kinda reassuring? You always knew a beaut like you could blow up and make money on tv, but no one’s talked about how stressful it is! You should’ve worn your other lucky lingerie!

You arrived at a door and crossed your arms, stepping around the dead guys.

“Okay, last time, some fashion rabbit looking freakazoid came out and like killed me, without giving me a chance to go out in dignity! Nuh uh!” you zipped down the suit down to your cleavage, whipping out your compact.

You were expecting your face, just oozing glamour, staring at you, not that dumb bunny mask.

“Oh right. Well if I can’t take this off, I’ll at least give it a makeover! It needs one.” you huffed, stroking some lipgloss onto the plastic cover’s mouth,”Aw, no fair! It’s barely showing! Okay then... Blush will definitely stay on!”

Shoving your lipgloss back in your cleavage in place for blush, you dabbed some pink on the cheeks of the mask,“Aw! Why didn’t I like try this sooner? She’s soooooo cute!”

Satisfied, you held your head up to a nearby camera, hands by both sides of your head,“It’s Frankie! Frankie’s a girl, and I’m a girl!” you turned back to the locked door, breaker in the middle yelling at you to press it, rusting with a painting of the mascot and the words “I LOVE YOU!”. You wanted to say “me too!”.

Instead you commented,“I always thought the name Frankie was so hip. Just like, whenever you hear it, it could either be about a dude or a chick. Too bad it’s been given to a rabid rabbit. Hey, that rhymed!”

You pressed the breaker and what do you know, that rabid rabbit was set free.

“Oh come on!” you whined, sprinting,”God gave me tits, not stamina!”

After that workout and an eventual completed round of obstacle courses, your brain brought light to the drops of sweat tickling down your hidden face.

You pulled out a wipe from your bra and rubbed it all over, as best you could,“Sweat? That is so 2004.”

And stopped at the motion of uh, “Debuty Fuck”

Deputy Duck.

Poor thing fell down!

You threw the wipe away to the waste basket somewhere and creeped towards it. You pinched it up...

And it was pecking you! You threw it to the board, now on the floor.

“Don’t even think about it! My neck’s already gone through a lot!” you scowled, hands on your hips,“That was just rude, Mr Deputy Duck! For a police officer of the law, you’d think you’d have gone through more better training than this!”

You bent over to gear him into your hand.

“Quack quack.” he pacifically let out.

“Aw, aren’t you just so adorable?!” you squealed, petting the head of the tablet duck, causing your grudge to fly over your own air head,“Your eyes are like so cute, it’s almost like I have my own puppy! Ah, OMG! When I get outta here, I am so putting you in a designer bag! Not that I don’t like carrying you or anything, but a girl has two hands: one for lipgloss, the other for her phone, and those are never up for negotiation.” you explained, walking and crawling with him through the vents.

“You! You did this to me! It hurts!” the disturbing thing known as Henry Hotline blamed his pain on you, then stomped backwards into the darkness.

You shook your index finger, far into his absence,“Well, soz your head looks like a busted cash register from 300 BC!” you scoffed, wondering in, your voice a lot more sweet here,“Come back Mr Henry man, we can talk about this! I have just the perfect face mask for you! We could have the best spa session in history!”

You didn’t see him. Though it’s hard to tell, since the entire environment was painted in darkness, with the exception of a few glowing things stuck on the floor and wall.

You groaned,“No, a maze! I feel like I’m at school again! I got suspended on the first day for lateness, then I got suspended on the second for “inappropriate clothing” while Jamie...Jane...Jennifer? Well, her and that disgusting vomit green sweater were off the hook! Can you believe it?” you pressed a telephone you found,“My crop top had apparently violated the dress code, when that filthy thing that may as well have been stolen from Maccie’s was a-okay!” clicking another,”Well I’ll tell you what, my crop tops are justice to the idiots who spend their time in classrooms and behind a desk all day!” and another,“Maybe I should put some money towards law school, so I could like, totally rewrite the law and send people to jail! What do you think, Mr Deputy?”

“Quack quack.”

“Harsh? Well you’re right, I normally wouldn’t fashion shame people like that, but she was a huge bitch to put it simply! Telling me that science was upstairs, like I was a loser with no sense of direction!” you vented, then shuddered in confusion,“Uh... We haven’t gone there before, have we?”

Deputy Duck knew yes, but you couldn’t understand.

“Um, excuse me, Mr Henry Hotline, I’m- We’re having trouble!” you called out, and got an immediate response.

At first, you were excited. Had he finally decided to get the face mask? But the thudding footsteps reeked of unfriendliness. And Deputy Duck hiding again was enough to convince you to run and slide into the conspicuous safe room. Doing that left Henry clueless and he went thudding off in cold-blooded search for you.

“Oh no, not another one of these!” you whined, hands on your hips as you were kneeled down,“Listen Mr Henry man, I gave you all the time you needed, a simple yes or no was enough!”

Were you upset to see his head explode later? Kinda. You thought it harsh, but not as harsh as Deputy Duck’s alteration.

“Dontcha worry, don’t think about it as getting maimed, ducky, think about it as from being a Pomeranian to a chihuahua!” you reassured in your chirpy voice, drawing a heart on his tablet with lip gloss.

You followed the orange line and went still at the open room it snaked into, occupying...Frankie?

He came to stand right in front of you, just grinning.

“...Wait, who are you?” you asked, pointing.

An eternity later, he started speaking,“I’m the real Frankie!” and all that.

Real Frankie? So that thing chasing you was decoy Frankie? Rip-off Frankie? Oh it’s on, you weren’t scared of him anymore-

“Wait so, you’re like the announcer guy?” you asked, clocking the similarities in the voice,“Damn it! I’ve been mugged!”

And even more so when he implied that you wouldn’t leave at the end.

“Whaaaat? Are you like, offering a second season to me? Cuz if so, hell yeah!” you jumped up on the spot,“All this mandatory exercising has actually helped me lose weight and apparently it’s good for avoiding dragon pox! But that’s just a bonus. The real prize, getting more money? Ooo I’m so in!” you sat down in the red armchair, leg smugly over the other,“Do you have any idea how many shoes and designer bags I could buy with $5 mil plus? Oh, it’s Heaven!”

The announcer guy was clearly pleased with your positivity,“Excellent! That enthusiasm will do us all proud, my dear!”

“Duh! No one likes a buzzkill! People like sexy, gorgeous, life of the party kinda chics!” you boosted, stroking the cheek bits of your mask,”Once they’ve seen me, they’ll all want more! May I make some suggestions though?”

Real Frankie rapidly nodded,“Feedback is always welcome!”

“Hooray!” you replied, arms up to the air,“So like, I must say, those like dead bodies you had around the park, looked sooooo real! But it’d be so like cool if you like splashed some pink and some glitter!”

Frankie paused. Looked real? Did you not understand what was at stake for this show? Was that why you were so cheerful?,“I...I’m not sure if that would work for this kind of show, contestant.”

“Ohhhh, then at least spray some perfume since this meat smell is like a total put off! Could really distract your competitors! Perfume! That’s what I was missing! Gah, I can’t believe it!” you despairingly looked down into your cleavage’s collection again,“I remembered my mirror, makeup wipes, lipgloss, blush, mascara, face masks, but no perfume! And three of my nails are broken! This is the worst day ever!”

Frankie didn’t know what to do or say to that. So he did nothing.

Hereafter, the contestant mask will be muted.

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