05-20-2015, 10:53 AM
Dr. McNinja was sitting in the Recreation Dome with his thoughts when he heard a huge explosion.
"Um," he thought, "Are we fighting already?"
Suddenly, Mickey Mou - sorry, Ears (haha he looks just like Mickey Mouse though) - sprinted past him, presumably to check out the explosion. Dr. McNinja scowled. What was going on now..?
He picked himself up and followed Ears. He was heading to the lobby. He must have heard where the explosion was - Dr. McNinja supposed that the mouse calls himself Ears for a reason. He followed him, stealthily following, making sure Ears did not see him.
As he entered the portal to the lobby, Dr. McNinja heard more ruckus happening emanating from the vertical pool of energy. Nervous, he watched Ears dive through. Dr. McNinja followed suit and saw the horror that had happened.
The lobby was smeared with blood and bullet holes. People (if they could even be called people: there was an assortment of angels, demons, children, anthropomorphic animals, zoomorphic humans, robots, and a combination of all of them) were laying on the floor, dead. In the center of all the gore lay a...
"That... is a Wartortle," Dr. McNinja muttered to himself.
He looked to his right and saw a skinny man in a red rag of a vest and a straw sombrero trying to bust open the elevator. He was stretching his arms and legs, smashing his face into the door. Now Dr. McNinja had seen some strange things. He'd seen dirtbikes that turned out to be an evil unicorn, he'd seen lobster-men lead a mafia, he'd seen ghost wizards ordering skeleton armies to find a solid gold Walkman (which he still didn't like thinking about). Never had he seen a man like this. He was basically a rubber band that could stretch itself. It was... insane.
Finally, though, the man muttered, and collapsed after the host scoffed and muttered, "Yo, that's the elevator you dipshit."
Dr. McNinja approached the Wartortle and scanned it. He turned to Ears, who was nearby.
"Uh..." Dr. McNinja cleared his throat. "How you doing? You okay?"
"Um," he thought, "Are we fighting already?"
Suddenly, Mickey Mou - sorry, Ears (haha he looks just like Mickey Mouse though) - sprinted past him, presumably to check out the explosion. Dr. McNinja scowled. What was going on now..?
He picked himself up and followed Ears. He was heading to the lobby. He must have heard where the explosion was - Dr. McNinja supposed that the mouse calls himself Ears for a reason. He followed him, stealthily following, making sure Ears did not see him.
As he entered the portal to the lobby, Dr. McNinja heard more ruckus happening emanating from the vertical pool of energy. Nervous, he watched Ears dive through. Dr. McNinja followed suit and saw the horror that had happened.
The lobby was smeared with blood and bullet holes. People (if they could even be called people: there was an assortment of angels, demons, children, anthropomorphic animals, zoomorphic humans, robots, and a combination of all of them) were laying on the floor, dead. In the center of all the gore lay a...
"That... is a Wartortle," Dr. McNinja muttered to himself.
He looked to his right and saw a skinny man in a red rag of a vest and a straw sombrero trying to bust open the elevator. He was stretching his arms and legs, smashing his face into the door. Now Dr. McNinja had seen some strange things. He'd seen dirtbikes that turned out to be an evil unicorn, he'd seen lobster-men lead a mafia, he'd seen ghost wizards ordering skeleton armies to find a solid gold Walkman (which he still didn't like thinking about). Never had he seen a man like this. He was basically a rubber band that could stretch itself. It was... insane.
Finally, though, the man muttered, and collapsed after the host scoffed and muttered, "Yo, that's the elevator you dipshit."
Dr. McNinja approached the Wartortle and scanned it. He turned to Ears, who was nearby.
"Uh..." Dr. McNinja cleared his throat. "How you doing? You okay?"
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