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Happy Appy X Reader 'This isn't Sponge Bob...'

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"This isn't Sponge Bob..." You found yourself muttering as you stared at the TV in the front room of your house before glancing at the clock on the wall, running your hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, sighing. You had skipped school today not really because you were sick, you just did not feel good enough to go, you had kind of hoped Sponge Bob, which was normally on at this time, would help. What greeted you instead was a talking claymation red apple with bright, baby blue eyes and green lips, pulled into a kind smile. You decided to check out the info on the show and found it was called "Happy Appy", a description which seemed to fit the smiling apple. You noticed it was a show which had two fifteen minute episodes in one thirty minute block. They were probably closer to ten minutes with commercials, all you can do it mutter a soft 'fucking commercials' as you noted the names of the episodes, "Happy's Vacation" and "Hurt Happy". You decide it's still a kids show, and from what you can see, it'll be pretty cute, so you decide why the hell not, since you've nothing better to do anyway, you watch it.

You smile to yourself, singing along with the oddly familiar sounding opening song. As you predicted, the show was almost sickeningly sweet and you liked it. Happy Appy drove around in his van, which you had to admit looked like the kind a shady guy would offer candy to small kids out of then drive off with them, but you ignored it, and he, you assumed the apple was a 'he' due to his voice, he helped kids when they got hurt. Happy's Vacation was what you'd expect, him driving to the beach and helping injured kids. Hurt Happy was a little weird, though it was also mostly what you'd expect, Appy being hurt and the kids helping him, doing things like putting bandaids on him and feeding him fruit to make him feel better, it was a little odd, since at one point they gave him an apple, but you ignore that too. During one of the commercials it mentions that this show came on several years ago, in the nineties but was pulled a month after it aired, apparently it didn't do too well and they thought it would do better now.

Episodes three and four were...odd to say the least, but entertaining and sweet none the less. In one of the episodes, a kid got a bruise on his knee and Appy looked up at the camera, an odd look on his face, almost emotionless as he asked "What does Nate need for this booboo?" He was clearly asking the audience, as if he could hear their response. After about thirty seconds he spoke again. "That's right, a bandage!" This struck you as odd when he placed the bandaid over the kids badly bruised knee. Why? Well you've never once heard of someone putting a bandaid on a bruise, unless it was also cut, but this was just a bruise as far as you could see, ice would have been the clear solution in your eyes. You were caught up in your own thoughts when there was a radio broadcast from Appy's van, it said something about a tsunami or an earthquake hitting Japan, and you wondered briefly if something like this had happened the year this show originally ran but shrugged it off as the 1-800 number popped up. He said something about if you call you'll get a special "Happy Appy Helper Badge". The thought of calling and checking it out now was...well, tempting. Why? You have no clue! But the temptation was there...You shook it off best you could but wrote down the number anyway. If it was a still working number, it couldn't hurt to help donate. Some shit had gone down there somewhat recently after all, maybe that's why they're playing it.

After four episodes of the show, you've decided you've had enough Happy Appy for one day. Not that the show is bad, it's cute and all, but now you're also tired and your head has started banging. Good thing you hadn't gone to school, you were getting a head-splitting migraine. After shutting off the TV you quickly dry swallowed a couple ibuprofen before coughing and vowing to yourself to never do that ever again and then going back to bed.

You had blurry dreams, of someone you'd never seen before. You can't remember anything that happened, just what he looked like. A red haired man, and you were sure he was a man, he had bright blue eyes and a big smile, his lips were ever so slightly tinted green. He was wearing a red shirt and bright green vest, and he had white pants which at the ends held a rusty red color, fading up into the white, ending around three fourths the way up his calf and he also had on black dress shoes. You wish you knew who this guy was, well, almost. He was handsome, that's for sure, but on his face he held a strange big grin. It scared you, and his eyes were locked on you, in an almost death stare, like he was peering into the pit of your very being. Maybe that's just because of the still image memory you've got of him, but it was terrifying.

When you woke up, you were in a cold sweat with your alarm clock blasting in your ears. You realized you'd slept all day yesterday and all night. A sigh escaped your lips as you got up and got ready for school. You dressed in a simple (f/c) long sleeve T-shirt, some dark blue jeans, your regular black sneakers, and a (2f/c) jacket, seeing as how it was just turning winter and all. Your parents were out of town, so it was your job to get yourself up and ready. You hadn't had dinner and you were extremely hungry, hell, you hadn't eaten anything at all yesterday, you were starving! You wondered into the kitchen and dug around for some food, seeing as how you still had an hour and a half before school started. You made a quick batch of some frozen stuff, you can quite recall what, seeing as how you ate it all the second it was cooled enough, and tossed the box since you'd finished it off. You contemplated snatching one of the apples in the kitchen but decided against it, not being in a fruit mood. You ran up stairs and grabbed your (f/c) book bag and slung it over your shoulder before going back down and leaving the house.

Upon exiting you find there is a white van parked right across the street from your house. Like one of those creepy van the shady guy would offer candy to little kids from the back of, then snatch them up. You shivered at the sight and walked just a little bit faster to school then you normally would. The whole way there you felt like eyes were on you and you hated it. You kept spinning around on your heels like you expected to catch someone with a knife, then for them to just slump their shoulders, pout and walk away or something, but of course this never met you. On occasion you did catch glimpse of a white van before it sped away out of sight....

Once at school, you were never so happy to be in a large group of people, and away from that white van which you assume is following you. You've spotted it too many times for it to be a coincidence, right? Well, you could just be being paranoid, but better paranoid then dead. Once you get to class, you pull out your notebook to sketch, since you're a great deal earlier then you had intended. You decide to sketch the strange man from your dream, hoping it might rip the image out of your head.

You were very deep in your picture when your good friend, (F/n), walked over, looking over your shoulder. You hadn't noticed her until she waved her hand in front of your face. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!! Gurl, I know you can hear me!" You glance up from your picture to your friend who's giving you a annoyed look, within a second though, a big grin split across her face, and her eyes turned mischievous. You gulp slightly, knowing this was headed somewhere uncomfortable.

She chuckled and pointed at the picture which you were working on, you glanced down, blushing a bit when you realized his creepy grin and death stare came out looking more like a sweet grin and flirty stare in the picture. "Who's the bloak?" Your friend asked, grinning at your discomfort. You tell her about the weird dream, or lack there of considering the only memory you can summon from the whole thing is the image of this dude, while explaining you explain why your drawing him too, to get him out of your mind. You're just drawing a head shot of the guy, since bodies are too much to deal with so early in the morning. You finish the picture while explaining things, and find yourself doodling apples in the free space left on the page, which drags up the memories of Happy Appy

You decide to change the subject before (f/n) starts saying you've the hots for the weird man from your dream, instead you ask her about the show Happy Appy, telling her it's back in air, asking why it got pulled. What she said shocked you a bit. "Seriously? They're bringing that thing back? And uh...It got pulled for being violent as hell." Violent? Really? The show about the apple running around helping people? You don't buy it. Your friend rolled her eyes and asks how many episodes you've seen after she noticed your perplexed expression. You tell her you've only seen the first four, and she tells you to watch the next four and get back to her. She says their online, just look for them. You still really doubt the violence of it, but tell here you will look it up, if only to prove her wrong. Then, the bell rings, the two of hadn't even noticed class had started, no less ended. You hope you hadn't missed anything important, but assume you hadn't since the teacher hadn't yelled and forced you two to stop talking. The rest of the school day flew by in a flash.

You ran all the way home for three reasons, one, it was Friday and that alone was enough to make you stupidly excited, two, you just had to see these so called 'violent' episodes of Happy Appy, and three, you felt the eyes on you again. Once home you dumped your bag on the floor, kicked off your shoes and socks and stripped off your jacket. You ran up to your room and look for the Happy Appy episodes, and you find them after about an hour of digging. You watch episodes five through ten, and holy fuckin shit, your friend was NOT joking. Violent did NOT cover what the other episodes were, not one little bit. You decide then and there never to watch Happy Appy again, though you are a little saddened by your discovery. The show had so much potential and it was wasted. Shaking your head a bit, you noted it was getting kinda late, so you made something to eat and went to bed, early for a Friday, but damn you were tired.


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A week and a weekend has passed since you vowed not to watch Happy Appy again, and to be honest you hardly think about it, or that weird dream. But that damn van is out everywhere you are. When you walk to or from school, when your out at the park or with friends. Everywhere. You decide maybe someone new has moved in, since it seems to stay parked at the house across the street from you, maybe the old lady who used to live there croaked -the thought makes you a little sick with yourself- or moved, maybe her kids finally put her in a rest home, and this white van owner moved in, driving around a lot to get used to his or her new town. You really freaking hope so.

But today is different, on your way to school you don't feel that presence that's been watching you, in fact you feel alone. More alone then you have in a long while. You notice that, when you get to school, the white van is parked in the faculty parking lot. You find yourself walking towards the white van, and stop about five feet away or so, just staring at it. First time you've been able to get this close, might as well get an eye full of it. You notice that it seems to only have one row of seats up currently, the driver's seat and shotgun. You glance at the back and notice a few small red brown stains around the doors, mostly the bottom. You shiver a bit, coming to the conclusion that is NOT rust, and run inside, far away from the white van.

As usual, you were the first student in your class, glancing around a bit you stop when you see a man you don't know at the teacher's desk. Your teacher is not there. You assume he's a substitute, but she didn't say she'd be gone. You shrug it off as nothing and continue to your seat until he stops you, calling you over with a friendly "Hello~!" You walk over to his desk and notice his shaggy red hair and bright blue eyes. He's wearing a pair of lopsided reading glasses and a simple brown suit with a red tie. Honestly, he looked a little over dressed for a sub. He stuck his hand out to you, smiling widely, his eyes shinning. "I'm Mister Smith, I'll be your substitute teacher for today!" He said, sounding excited to do it. "And you are, Miss?" You wondered briefly why he was asking your name, then realized it was probably because you were first. "(Y/n)." You said, smiling politely as you took his hand, shaking it. His hand was calloused and rough, it surprised you a bit. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/n)." He shook your hand as well, though it took him a moment after the shaking had stopped to let it go. "Same to you, Mister Smith." You said, after getting your hand back, smiling, though blushing a bit. You chatted with him about unimportant things like the weather for a bit until other kids started piling in, when you smiled and took your seat.

(F/n) came bounding into the room, skidding to a stop in front of your desk, grinning. "Whoa there, where's the fire?" You asked, laughing softly at her. "Just excited to see my best friend after a weekend aaall alone, y'know?" She says grinning before snatching you up into a quick hug before bouncing over to and taking her seat next to you. You two chuckle and chatter until the bell rings, but as you chit chat with your friend, you can't help but feel someone's eyes on you again, and you glance up, seeing Mister Smith is looking at you, before he quickly glances away. Was he just looking around the room, or was he staring at you? The thought makes you uneasy and you recall the stains on the white van outside, shivering slightly before you decide it's best to ignore. Maybe he was making sure you and your friend wouldn't cause trouble. Yeah, that was probably it. As class starts, he is actually much more competent then you expected, and you had been prepared to help him control the class if he needed it. You smiled to yourself, having expected people to walk all over him, glad this assumption was wrong. He handed out the paper after explaining what was to be done. You quickly went to work on this paper, finding it horribly easy, though it was a bit difficult to concentrate, with the feeling of eyes boring into you, and every time you look up, you see Mister Smith staring, only to glance away, sometimes with a blush on his face. This make you uncomfortable.

You have never been more relieved to have first period end then when it did today, on the way out you handed your paper to Mister Smith and made a mad dash for second period, you could feel his eyes on you as you ran until you hit the turn in the hall. Finally free of his gaze, you sighed in relief. Your friend, (F/n), asking you what had gotten into you as she catches up, saying you never run like that unless your late. She keeps talking as you two enter second period, but your barely paying attention, your thoughts are stuck on Mister Smith.

The rest of the day is a blur of you not paying attention to anything, your friends trying to get your attention and you failing to remember anything they said to you five second ago. When the final bell finally rang you ran home, on the way out you passed that white van, you ran even faster. When you got home you locked all the doors and windows and shut all the blinds. You had a feeling you were just being paranoid again, but you didn't care. Something about Mister Smith, and that white van made your stomach tight. You try to calm down and decide to watch something on Netflix. You forget what you watched, but it helped and that's all that matters.
just a thing...i may or may not write more, and i may or may not post more

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So...You guys...Really liked it, and that makes me super happy! Like REALLY happy! I haven't ever got this positive feed back on a writing before, and damn! I'm just...Really fucking emotional right now...I don't even know how to respond to you all, and I kinda wanna keep your comments in my messages for ever for when I'm feeling shit. I don't know what else say other then thanks so fucking much, every comment means a ton!

But...I have a question now...Y'see, before I started this, I had been going to write a Lost Silver X Reader story too, and I still really want to, but I had been going to have them running at the same time....But with all the feed back on this, I want to write the next Happy Appy Chapter, when I haven't even finished the first paragraph in Lost Silver's! So, the question is who do you want to see next? Lost Silver's first chapter, or Happy Appy's seconds? If I do silver's next, I'll start working on appy's next right after, but if i do another appy, I'll do two silver's too.

Chapter Two: toxthexark.deviantart.com/art/…


Anyway, I don't own Happy Appy, or you. You own yourself, unless someone else does. Then they do. that's all. Bye.
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