Fright of the Living Dead: Smosh Edition
Chapter Summary: A normal day at the Smosh Enterprises office quickly turns awry with a sudden outbreak of zombies. How long would it be before anyone would succumb to the plague?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the main characters nor Smosh along with its connected enterprises. I only own this story.
It was a little after five o' clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles. It was still light outside, even though the sky was a murky gray. A light wind brisked through the air, caressing the leaves of trees. Traffic was still slow as can be, and was about to be even slower with the incoming horde. Over a few hours, the horde had spread out to thousands of zombified humans. Even with today's technology, news of the outbreak had not spread out, given hardly anyone had the chance to do so before being converted. This left many unaware to their ultimate demise, unable to stop the incoming horde.
Meanwhile, under a mile away at the office containing Smosh Enterprises, many were at work. Courtney, Olivia, Keith, and Shayne were filming an episode of Seriously Super Stupid Sleepover, Wes was at home with a day off, Lasercorn was spending the day with his wife and his son, Noah was filming an episode of Put It In My Mouth, while Ian, Anthony, Mari, Sohinki, Joven, and Flitz were relaxing outside the Smosh Games office, contemplating on where to go for dinner.
Scene: Seriously Stupid Super Sleepover
This episode was set to be one of the best. With each wearing a Pokemon onesie; Shayne as Charizard, Courtney as Pikachu, Keith as Squirtle, and Olivia as Meowth, all eyes were on them as they played their current game, "20 Shades of Bae".
"Um, is this an ice hockey figure?" a blindfolded Courtney asked.
"Yes, it certainly is," Olivia rapidly replied. "You were very "quick" to ask that ya' know."
It was an old and classic game, yet everyone still enjoyed playing it. As the audience knew, one at a time, they would be blindfolded, and told to kiss a cardboard replica of something. They must find out who their kissing in less than 20 questions. Everyone excelled at this game, so it was more for entertainment rather than achievement.
"Is this Jonathan Quick?" Courtney eagerly questioned.
"Yes!" Olivia, Shayne, and Keith rapidly answered.
"Yeah!" Courtney shouted in elation, quickly ripping the blindfold off to kiss the cardboard hockey idol again.
"Alright Courtney, that's enough," Olivia told Courtney, pulling her back.
"CUT!" Sonny, one of their producers exclaimed, "Great job guys, that was a really good take! Now it's time to prepare for the next game! Fear Pong!"
"Ah hell naw!" Keith protested, whilst running off to the bathroom "If we're doing this, I need to ensure that I'm not gonna get so concerned that an accident happens."
"Really Keith?" Courtney and Olivia simultaneously complained, taken aback at Keith's cowardliness.
"I don't know about you, but I don't believe him for a second," Shayne added, "I'm gonna go after him."
"Alright, fine," Courtney replied, "Just don't take too long!"
Scene: Put It In My Mouth
"Oh my god! Why would you even want to make this?" Noah complained, disgusted by this episode's food.
"I don't know what you're talking about," special guest Mark Fischbach commented, "I've always enjoyed eating escargot."
"How could you?" Noah asked, desperate for a logical answer, "It's smelly, slimy; it takes my entire will to just swallow it!"
No one was surprised at this statement anymore. Not just because escargot is an obscure food, but because by now, everyone expected Noah to be critical of almost any food that comes his way. Even at nineteen years of age, Noah had the culinary opinions of a preteen. Maybe even younger. This show may have been designed to "fix" Noah of his pickiness, but it seems that all this show has done over the past year was scar him for life.
"Uh oh, it's coming up!" Noah panickly shouted, looking for something to vomit in, "Where's the Sad Shame Pot?"
"I took it away," producer Joe answered quickly, "You need to man up, man! Swallow it!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Noah screamed before he vomited into the nearby trashcan.
"Seriously bro?" Mark said in contempt, "You must really not like much at all."
"Have you seen this show before?" Noah questioned, thinking that he was insane, "My pickiness is the reason this show even started! I can barely handle ketchup on my hamburgers!"
"What's wrong with ketchup?" Mark curiously asked, wanting a viable answer, "Is it too tangy for you?"
"It's spicy!" Noah answered, "And yes, I know I'm weird."
"Get this guy some Sunny-D or something," Mark requested, "He's gonna go insane if he isn't given something good."
Scene: Where's the Dinner?
"I'm telling you, I know a really good place a couple miles from here!" Joven insisted, wanting the crew to go his way for once.
"Remember the last time you drove us somewhere to eat?" Flitz recalled, "We ended up driving three and a half miles more than we needed to!"
"I told you! It said FAIRFAX!" Joven screamed wildly, wanting to prove a point.
"#JovenRage right?" Anthony commented.
"Y'know dude, all you gotta do, is keep calm, and let someone else drive," Ian jokingly persuaded, as an array of laughter erupted from the group.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Sohinki quickly answered, wanting his own input, "If you ask me, I say we stick with what we know. Eating at Chipotle isn't a bad idea."
"But we always get Chipotle," Mari stated, "It's starting to get a little repetitive."
"Nuh-uh, I love Chipotle," Ian interrupted, "Their beans and lettuce are bomb."
"Here, I have an idea," Mari proclaimed, quickly turning to her phone.
"What'cha gonna do, look for a new Asian restaurant?" Joven asked.
"RACIST!" Flitz shouted loudly.
"It's actually more of stereotyping, not really racism..." Anthony stated, correcting Flitz.
"Ah, potato, tomato," Flitz commented.
"Wait a minute," Mari announced as her phone began to play the Doctor Who theme song, which by now everyone knew was her ringtone. "It's my boyfriend calling. I'll be right back."
"Fine!" Ian replied to Mari, who by now was walking away, "But hurry the call up a bit; we're getting hungry here!"
"You can't rush love," Joven interjected, "Love is like rollercoaster; you've got to hold on to the one's that are closest to you."
"Or you're just glad when it's over," Sohinki contested.
"Hey, they've been dating for many years!" Anthony added, "They love each other, and I doubt that anything can keep them apart."
"Don't worry, I'll ensure that she makes this quick," Flitz proclaimed, walking away with Mari.
"Do you really think Flitz will rush the call?" Anthony asked his friends.
"Nope, not a chance," Sohinki responded with speed, "He's too polite to her to do something like that."
"Can't argue with that," Joven agreed, sensing Flitz's kindness.
While all of this was occurring, a generous horde of zombies, roughly fifty of them, stumbled into the office complex. Unfortunately, the receptionist at the front desk was turned around, leaning back into his office chair, and too busy listening to Grace Vanderwaal's "I Don't Know My Name" on full blast. He was completely oblivious to the large mass of zombies that walked into the front door, and was quickly torn to shreds as the mass of zombies collapsed upon him, chomping him to death. As the zombies finished killing him, they proceeded into the halls, eager to look for more people to convert.
I don't intend on rushing this story, and I assure you that Smosh chaos will begin in the next chapter. At this point, I felt that splitting the group up into sections was the best way to add levels of drama to the story. Again, I felt that logic was the best way to go through with this. If I do get any readers at all, I encourage you to write a review. Give your thoughts. I'd like to see what opinions you have on where this could go.
