This story takes place in the plushie universe, that means everyone that was a plushie is still a plushie, but everyone else is here, like Penelope, Duggie, Lil' T.
And Bully is a separate character from Bully Bill, and they bully people together, g...
(Jr)/Well guys, its getting late, I am going to go to bed./
(Joesph)/What do you mean dude?? Its only 12 AM??/
(Cody)/Joesph, hes in a different time zone, for him it's about 8:30 PM./
(Joesph)/Are you tugging my balls dude??/
(Cody)/Wish I was, but no, hehe./
(Joesph)/DUDE, THATS HELLA HOMO, I DON'T FLY THAT WAY MAN./
(Cody)/Only "Tugging your balls" Joesph./
(Jr)/SHUT UP./
(Cody)/Ok ok jeez./
Jr rolled his eyes, turned off the phone, went to bed, and finally got some well deserved sleep.
8 hours later
Jr woke up, and went over to the showers, and took a nice, long, and hot shower.
Jr got out of the shower, stretched, brushed his teeth, and sat back on his bed, but he hadn' t noticed it was unusually quiet, he looked around, everyone was still here, just very silent, it was never like this, so why now?
The instructor did his usual thing, and soon enough we were back over to the aircraft, today we will fly in formation and maybe destroy some AA, or fight some enemy aircraft
Everyone lined up, and was instructed to go to their respectful aircraft.
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Jr was flipping switches, pressing button, getting ready, and just doing the routine.
Over the months Jr was getting used to flying, and wanted to fly some more, but knew when his mission was done, there was no more flying
Hell, he might even buy his own F-16 after he gets out of the military, he truly thought this was the best possible path of the military to go through, he loved flying, spotting new terrain, getting things done, he was a true pilot.
Jr was out with the squadron, flying over mountains, trying to be serious and hide his happiness and excitement.
Jr was not even ready for the countless amount of lead that was going to shoot through his and his other pilots aircraft.
Junior's heart pounded as the squadron navigated the treacherous mountainous terrain. The once serene atmosphere was shattered by the thunderous roar of anti-aircraft artillery (AAA) and surface-to-air missile (SAM) batteries. The sky erupted with deadly projectiles, and chaos ensued.
Despite their best efforts to evade the relentless barrage, Junior's comrades fell one by one as their aircraft succumbed to the overwhelming firepower. The radio crackled with desperate calls for help and the grim realization that their mission had taken a devastating turn.
As Junior maneuvered through the perilous sky, narrowly avoiding incoming fire, he witnessed the tragic fate of his fellow pilots. The once formidable squadron now lay scattered across the mountains, a testament to the ruthlessness of war. With a heavy heart, Junior pressed on, determined to escape the deadly onslaught.
The mountains echoed with the haunting sound of aircraft wreckage and the distant rumble of enemy forces celebrating their victory. Junior, the lone survivor, flew through the aftermath, grappling with the weight of loss and the harsh reality of war.
His emotions hidden beneath a facade of seriousness, he continued his mission, propelled by a mix of survival instinct and the heavy burden of witnessing his comrades' sacrifice.
As Junior pressed on through the turbulent skies, the chaos around him intensified. Suddenly, a jolt ran through his aircraft, causing his radio to sputter and die. The once constant stream of communication with his airbase fell silent, leaving Junior isolated in the hostile airspace.
With his radio gone, Junior's sense of isolation deepened. The mountains, now his only companions, seemed to close in on him. He scanned the horizon, desperately searching for any signs of friendly forces or a way to reestablish contact. The loss of communication added an extra layer of uncertainty to an already dire situation.
Amid the mounting tension, Junior's radar screen flickered to life, revealing an unidentified blip on the horizon. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the anomaly. The ominous presence registered on his radar heightened the stakes of his predicament.
Junior weighed his options, torn between the need for stealth and the urgency to identify the approaching threat. As he cautiously closed the distance, the source of the blip revealed itself—an enemy aircraft, sleek and menacing, streaking through the sky with a purpose.
The realization hit Junior like a punch to the gut. Alone, with no communication and facing an enemy closing in, he gritted his teeth, determined to navigate this new challenge. The mountains, once a picturesque backdrop, now harbored danger from both the ground and the air. Junior's instincts kicked in as he prepared for the imminent confrontation, hoping to turn the tide in his favor against all odds.
With his radio silent and the enemy aircraft looming closer, Junior made a split-second decision. He nosedived, descending perilously close to the rugged terrain below, trading altitude for speed and energy. The roar of his engines echoed off the mountainsides as he hugged the contours of the landscape, hoping to evade detection by the enemy aircraft prowling above.
The adrenaline surged through Junior's veins as he maneuvered through the valleys and gorges, his aircraft skimming mere feet above the rocky terrain. Every second felt like an eternity as he strained to maintain control, the risk of a catastrophic crash ever-present.
The enemy aircraft's presence loomed large overhead, its ominous silhouette a constant reminder of the impending danger. Junior's heart raced as he banked and weaved, his senses finely tuned to any signs of detection.
As he pressed on, the mountains seemed to close in around him, their towering peaks and sheer cliffs casting ominous shadows over his desperate flight. Junior's determination burned bright amid the chaos, his resolve unwavering in the face of adversity.With every passing moment, the tension mounted, each second bringing him closer to the critical moment of truth. Junior held his breath, willing himself to blend seamlessly into the unforgiving landscape, his fate hanging in the balance as he dared to defy the odds and slip past the enemy's watchful gaze.
