Chapter 23
Freaky Fred.
The grown ass man with shaggy dyed orange hair and black out eye contacts. He dresses similar to Inei but far less fashionable. Pretty much he is trying to appear like a vampire with beach fashion. He gets away with anything and everything at music award shows like this. Why? His father owns the biggest record company. People had to do what he says or, one word to his father and their contract dreams are gone instantly. He takes pride in the fact that no one who has been a new band gets on stage the first year they are invited to the award show!
NO ONE.
He prides himself in that, and tonight, he gets to host along side Inei of Bloodbore magazines.
They were just doing the preshow, everyone as been seated except for those who were invited the first time. He smirked to see the Death Painting/Ryomen Sukuna table remained empty. To get the crowd going, Inei and Fred were having a quick chat about the music that year and special moments when suddenly, the attendance roared aloud.
Fred didn't understand it until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and froze.
Why was Ryomen Sukuna behind him!?
"Hey… awkward question…" he said meekly before leaning in. "Are there seconds?"
Fred… felt something in him die. "What…" he whispered in disbelief.
"Are there seconds?" Ryomen asked a little more loudly.
"This is impossible, NO ONE has eaten the freaky feast before!" he shouted.
"So is there more?"
"NO!" he snapped back.
Ryomen turned to the Death Painting who lingered behind him, he made a quick slash to his throat saying. "No seconds."
Their shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Aw!" they protested. "I guess we can take our seats then…" they made their way off the stage. Ryomen sighed aloud as he turned to Fred.
"Thanks for the meal, it was so good I had to keep this to savor it for later. But, oh well!" he kept in his hand an eyes from the goat head. He popped it into his mouth and toyed with it as if it were a jawbreaker.
Fred felt ill very suddenly, until…
BLECH!
Live on the air, Freaky Fred threw up…
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'This is the best award show ever!' Inei thought to himself. For years, he has wanted to shut Fred up, for YEARS. Now, he appears to be too ill to continue on hosting, which means Inei needed a co-host.
He smirked as he turned to Ryomen. "Hey, we're down a host now, care to… fill in?" he asked with a grin.
Of course he accepted.
Throughout the night, Ryomen Sukuna hosted along side him. It was still disturbing to see him swash the goat eye from side to side in his mouth, he even tucked it into one of his cheeks when he spoke but he kept it in his mouth the whole night! Inei cracked a few jokes here and there at him. "My God, Ryomen, how can you walk around without a shirt on?!" he asked mid show.
Without missing a beat, Ryomen said. "Why? Do you not know how?" the crowd snickered. "Look, it's a pain in the ass for me to find a decent shirt, since stuff tends to happen, I find it's a lot easier to go shirtless!"
"What kind of stuff tends to happen?" Inei asked.
"Well, you get crazed fans that want to tear off your clothing, I've had far too many offers of those willing to use their teeth to do so. Second, they get snagged, so if you are running for your life, the less resistance you have, the faster you run. Third. Who the fuck cares?!"
They highlighted some of the best moments of the year, including the concert invasion Ryomen did with the Death Paintings, in fact, it won for best moment of the year!
Kechizu did the acceptance speech. "Wow… to think we would be awarded for taking down a bunch of no talent scumbags that tried to use our fans for their own profit…" he said. "We just want to thank everyone for this, as well as…"
"HOLD IT"
Kechizu stopped as Freaky Fred had somehow recovered. "You cannot do this show without me!" he protested.
Kechizu froze. "I… think we pretty much did."
"Nah, we have to do MY award, you may have eaten the freaky feast, but I got an award. It's for the creepiest laugh in the industry, and I've won it EVERY YEAR!"
Inei froze. Fred does have the creepiest laugh he has ever heard and proved it as the crowd cringed to it. Fred's own father made this category just for his son to be on TV and known for something. "That's all?" Kechizu asked. "And you get an award for that every year? Wow… live the dream!"
The crowd lost it in laughter.
"What do you mean, that's all!?" Fred demanded.
"You're laugh isn't that freaky." Kechizu stated.
"Oh? Are you challenging me then!?" Fred snickered.
There was an unimpressed look on Kechizu's face. It appeared he didn't want to do what was about to happen. "Ryomen, please tell me my favorite joke…"
He watched on as Ryomen approached him and whispered into his ear. Suddenly, the most disturbing laugh he has ever heard erupted out of Kechizu! The crowd went pale at the sound before he calmed down. It was a demonic, gelatinous sound of some sort. It was down right creepy!
When he calmed himself, Kechizu turned to Fred who appeared very disturbed by it all. He said nothing and merely shuffled off the stage. "Can we nominate this moment for next year?" Ryomen asked aloud.
The crowd finally snapped out of it, laughed it off and cheered!
"Sometimes I think I've seen it all in the business and then, I get these guys…" Inei said with a sigh.
