Okay, first real story I've decided on writing. Be honest; there are weirder crossovers on Wattpad than this.
None of the artwork featured in this (including the cover) belongs to me
Y/n arrived at the convention and parked the Longfellow. He got out of the car, and dusted himself off just in case. He decided to wear a (f/c) long-sleeved shirt and khakis.
(Y/n) *thinking* Just like Jake from State Farm.
Y/n entered the building and was greeted with the sound of music, the scent of pizza, and the sound of laughter from kids and grown-ups alike.
(Y/n) *thinking* Who the hell thinks it's a good idea to bring their kids here?
Shaking his head at the thought, Y/n walked further into the convention searching for the manager's office. The first thing that caught Y/n's eye while he was searching was the show stage, where stood the three female characters he saw on the flyer performing. Y/n couldn't help but crack a light smile, nodding his head to the beat. Y/n then directed his attention once again to finding the manager's office, but wasn't having any luck.
(???): Hey, hot stuff~!
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Y/n jumped hearing the sudden voice behind him. He turned around to see a girl clad in a blue and red tube top, a black skirt, and a propeller hat. He could instantly tell she was one of the animatronics due to the exposed metal in her joints and her neck, but other than that she looked completely human.
(???): Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya!
(Y/n): No worries.
(???): You seem a little lost.
(Y/n): Yeah, I'm looking for the manager's office. Do you think you could point me in the right direction?
(???): I can do better than that; I'll take you right to him!
She then took Y/n's hand in her's.
(???): This way!
While the girl walked him towards the manager's office, Y/n had a light blush on his face. He had never been very good at talking to girls, and even though the one holding his hand was a robot, he still felt nervous. She was artificial, and yet she seemed so... real.
(???): Here we are! He's just right through that door.
The girl then gestured to the door she and Y/n stopped in front of.
(???): So, whatcha need from the manager anyways?
(Y/n): I-I'm kinda hoping to apply for a job here.
The girl then gasped at this response, and she seemed to be happy about it too.
(Y/n): I appreciate all your help, miss...?
(BB): Balloon Babe, but everyone calls me BB.
(Y/n): I see.
(BB): What about you? I haven't gotten your name yet either.
(Y/n): Oh, my name is Y/n.
(BB): Well, good luck with the interview y/n! Hopefully we'll get to see more of each other~
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BB winked at y/n before she turned around and walked back to the arcade area, intentionally swaying her hips until she was out of his sight. Y/n was flustered by the flirty nature of BB.
(Y/n): *thinking* Ah, she's probably programmed to act that way with everyone.
Y/n then regained his composure and faced the door to the manager's office, and knocked on it. He waited for about ten seconds, but got no response. He knocked again, this time doing it to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut." There was still no response. Y/n figured he should just leave and come back later. As he turned around to leave, he heard a voice speak in an mildly high-pitched English accent from the manager's office.
