My Hotheaded Paladin (Keith x Reader)

Garfle, Warfle, Snick!

{WE'RE PLAYING THE FUED!!}

Your P.O.V. -

"Hello! And welcome to another exciting episode of the craziest game in the galaxy: Garfle Warfle Snick! And now, here's the host of Garfle Warfle Snick... Bob!"

"Thank you, Norlox. Hi, everybody. Welcome to another exciting edition of Garfle Warfle Snick, the game where anything you garfle will be warfled, and vice versa. I'm Bob. Now let's meet the intergalactic goofballs we've got playing with us today."

I was suddenly lifted onto a stage in front of a counter. The stage was colorful and I looked side to side to see that I was in between Hunk and Lance. I then looked forward to see a little green-ish alien sitting on a flying chair (I think, Bob).

'What is going on?!'

"What is this place?" Allura asked.

"Looks like some kind of game show," said Hunk.

"Ok," I said. "But, why?"

"What's happening?" Keith asked.

"I don't know," said Pidge. "The last thing I remember, we were all flying in our lions."

'Bob' flew up to Keith and shoved a microphone in his face.

"Hi, there," he said. "Tell us your name and where you're from."

"Wh-What is this?" Keith asked.

"Uh oh," Bob smiled. "Looks like somebody wasn't listening to Norlox."

Bob motioned to another alien, who just huffed.

"Tell him what this is, everybody."

We all turned to the 'audience'.

"Garfle Warfle Snick!"

"That's right!" said Bob. "The name of the game is Garfle Warfle Snick. Now, tell us your name, son."

Bob went back to Keith.

"My name is... Keith," he said. "How did we get here?"

"I'll tell you how Norlox got to be on the show," said Bob. "His uncle owns the studio."

Norlox put on an angry face and the audience laughed.

"All right, Keith," said Bob. "Why don't you introduce us to the rest of your team?"

"We're the Paladins of Voltron," Keith started. "This is Allura, Hunk, (F/n), Lance, and Pidge. But you haven't answered my question. How did we get here?"

"I hope not the same way I got here," said Bob. "A moofglider was jackknifed on the Haldar Expressway and it took forever to get past it. I still smell like moof."

The audience 'Ew'-ed.

"Okay, Keith. I'm sure you know how to play our game. All you've gotta do is accumulate quaz-cenbullion credits, and you win. Of course, if you don't, you'll hear this sound."

A trombone was played in a sad tone and the audience 'Aw'-ed.

"And that means you're trapped here in our studio for the rest of eternity."

"Wait, what?" Hunk asked.

"Did you say we'll be trapped here for the rest of eternity?" Pidge asked.

"Hey, we didn't sign up for this," I said. "What the quiznak?"

"I don't know who you are or what's going on," said Keith. "But we're getting out of here."