Fake DBD (Delightful Banana Day instead of the traditional David Bowie Day) challenge: Include at least two of the provided banana-related flashback prompts OR every sentence of dialogue must include the word banana. Optionally, do both at the same time.
I didn’t know what else to do so I decided to re-grab Snickie‘s meta and write a sequel to FFM 2026 11: Find A Table. Also comes with a reference to Snickie’s FFM 2025 31 – I Brought Towels. Heavily inspired by the response to the fake DBD on Discord.
The prompts I used were: There was a banana-shaped bruise on my leg, and now I was really ticked off. by KiriHearts (Year 2012), bananas are the most important part by FlashFicMonth (Year 2019) and indirectly I think I need a bananaquit. by WindySilver (Year 2025) (mainly via the reference to Snickie’s mayhem).
The Flash Fiction Metaverse Mansion had turned yellow overnight. Or at least the facade had. What was even more suspicious was the chanting of “banana banana banana banana banana” that came from inside, accompanied by Hydra’s laughter.
What the fuck?
Windy had a very bad feeling about this.
Whoops made a displeased noise, no doubt already predicting that their story would not get progress today.
“Oh well, let’s see what this banana mayhem is all about.” Windy braced herself and stepped into the hydra’s den.
Everything was yellow inside, too, and the smell of banana was everywhere. Fortunately, it was not strong enough to be likely to give her a migraine, but it was concerning nevertheless. Gwendolyn and Sunless were also at the entryway, both looking just as confused as she felt.
Then Windy noticed all the banana decorations.
Then the bananaquits that had made the last day of FFM 2025 utter chaos when Snickie had brought them with her… for some reason. If she had ever explained why, Windy had missed that explanation. Why were they still (or again) here??
“There’s a banana-shaped bruise on my leg and now I’m really ticked off!” Kiri exclaimed from somewhere deeper inside. Maybe the kitchen area which was most likely filled with edible bananas.
Sunless started laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Gwendolyn met Windy’s eyes, still looking confused. “Are bananas an in-joke here?”
“With the Banana-mancer, yeah, but this is something completely else,” Windy responded, still utterly baffled.
“Bananas are the most important part,” Hydra announced from somewhere that had better be just as banana-infested as the rest of the compound.
“What the fuck — or more like what the banana?” Windy murmured.
Whoops made a highly displeased noise.
“…Are bananas widespread enough in the galaxy that we can torture Steirdrar with them? Or can we make up some kind of space bananas for that purpose?” Windy wondered out loud as her fellow FFMers went deeper into the mayhem. “Something something ‘coincidences in evolutionary paths and needs’ or something something ‘these people couldn’t transplant Earth’s bananas to their planet so they made their own with genetic modification tech’?”
Whoops sounded interested.
Windy resigned to writing a worldbuilding article on bananas and/or space bananas either during or after the FFM. She was going to have to figure out a way to shoehorn a reference to Damon in there somehow. Maybe his banana stories count as a genre of their own? A cult classic (cult being more or less literal)?
Oh god, she was going to shoehorn all of FFM into the Whoops universe one way or the other, wasn’t she?
Somewhere in there multiple people shouted about rioting if they would not get an actual DBD with Bowie. Windy was tempted to shout back that she was in as long as her local unemployment services would not hear about it (and thus have no way to use it against her). She kept that to herself; she had complained enough about her unemployment purgatory to her fellow FFMers already. But she would totally join a “give us a Bowie DBD” riot if she could.
“Well, let’s brave the bananas, shall we?” Windy kept an eye on the floor for any slippery banana debris, but fortunately the floor seemed to be free of any hazards. She spotted Damon further inside. The Banana-mancer was looking so astonished that if he was behind this, he probably had no idea how exactly it had happened.
“Oh well, it’s not like this month can go any more bananas after this, can it?” Windy knew she was jinxing things but at this point she was already out of shits to give.
…Or maybe she should say “out of bananas to give”?
WindySilver 