"How the hell did I mess that up?!"
I ready my bonerod, as the surrounding sandwellers get closer. One of them launches a spike, which I counter by batting it back into its head. The sandweller absorbs the spike into its body and reforms it at its mouth. I send a few of them flying with a gust of wind. Tossing my bonerod into the air, gusts of wind spinning it around like a top. I motion with my finger, as the bonerod strikes down a sandweller. "Perfect." I swipe my finger around, striking the other sandwellers to the ground, twirling my finger in the air, causing the bonerod to form a hurricane. The sandwellers are dragged out of the ground and torn apart by the winds. I clench my hand, as the bonerod bursts into shrapnel, and the hurricane disperses. "That's my quota for the mission. Let's see how the others are doing."
IF shoots a lunging sandweller, engulfing a few others in Demon Flames, as Purple Heart drops 32-bit Megablades on the surrounding horde. I step over the mutilated corpses of sandwellers. "I assume Griffal..." ~ "You'd be right." Griffal drops a mangled corpse of a sandweller on the ground. I look down at the corpse, then back to Griffal. "Filleted... Overkill much?" ~ "You could do worse." ~ "That's not... untrue..." Purple Heart kills off the last sandweller. "Well, that's all of them." A ringtone goes off, gaining everyone's attention. "Oh, that's mine." I take out my IPod Touch. "Ye~..." ~ "Care to explain why there's an armadillo, driving a car, with a chess piece in the muffler, loose in the Basilicom?" ~ "I-Is this a booty call?" ~ "Answer me!" ~ "Uh... Griffal?" ~ "Migrating season." ~ "It's migrating season..." ~ "Just, how do I get rid of it?" ~ "Okay, but I need to get an item first." ~ "Okay, hurry." ~ "I can't find it." ~ "Don't start!" ~ "*sigh* First, remove the chess piece from the muffler." ~ "O-Okay~... Gah! *cough* *cough*" ~ "Suck it up, it matches your name." ~ "*cough* Now what?" ~ "Well, now that you've prevented a potential spontaneous combustion~..." ~ "What?!" ~ "Trust me, I'm no auto expert." ~ "That's not very reassuring." ~ "Now, just wait. It should just drive away." ~ "Drive away?" ~ "Yeah, the armadillo should just drive away after a whi~..." ~ "It's asleep." ~ "Eh... Wha~...?" ~ "The armadillo, it's asleep." ~ "Well, that's odd... I could've sworn I had hooked it up on cocaine..." ~ "What the hell have you been doing in your free time?!" ~ "Too much... and not much... I'm confused..." ~ "Are you sane?" ~ "I'm like any other normal person. I do my taxes one leg at a time." ~ "That still doesn't fix this problem." ~ "What problem?" ~ "The drugged armadillo driving a car in my Basilicom!" ~ "Oh, right. There's a button on the windshield." ~ "This one? Ah!" ~ "Question, did you remove the armadillo beforehand?" ~ "N-No..." ~ "Aw dammit... Welp, I can always use the monkey..." ~ "Please don't drug anymore animals." ~ "Anyways, I need some new gear, and Lastation has all of the tech I'm looking for." ~ "Our tech isn't free." ~ "I know that. I have a way of gaining credits." ~ "You aren't planning something illegal, are you?" ~ "I don't do illegal things, I do things that 'should' be illegal." I hang up, and Neptune looks to me. "Who was that?" ~ "Noire. I have some business in Lastation." ~ "When did you get Noire's phone number?" ~ "I think the better question is; How the hell did she call me on my IPod Touch...?"
(Back in Lastation)
"And here's your credits." I drop a sack of credits on the table, in front of Noire. "I'm not even going to ask how you got those." ~ "Like I said, I'd get you your credit. 372, 044 sacks of credits." Noire brings out a few boxes. "Here's what you ordered. A pack of exposure chips for your synthetic eye, 3 power resistors, prototype synthetic eyes, nanobots, share crystal adaptor, share collector, share distributer, and a portable motorbike." I take the boxes and set them into a compartment on the motorbike. "This should do for a few months." ~ "A few months?!" ~ "Yeah, I'll be a regular customer. Anyways, I should get back to the others now." I step outside and release the motorbike. The bike was Lastation's most recent model, used for elite guards. The frame was silver with purple highlights. The wheels and steering wheel being a darker grey. I hop on the bike and make my way through the streets of Lastation.
"Put the money in the bag!" I stop by an antique game store currently being robbed. "I'm... not going to worry about that." ~ "Halt! Evildoer!" I look up at the building where the sound originated from. Standing on the roof was a girl with blue hair wearing a black bodysuit with an open zipper worn below her stomach, bandage around her chest. She jumps off of the building and pulls out a gun that looks like a penguin, dood. Two guys in ski masks come out of the store. "Who the hell are you?!" They pull out guns as well. "Name's Nisa. Gamindustri Heroine of Justice!" I sigh, hopping off of my bike. "I guess I should be of assistance..."
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FanfictionThis is a compilation of all of the stories that I've scrapped over the years. Remember that these were written over the course of five years, so the writing may not be up to date, or written well. DerpySound helped in some of these stories, so be s...
