Okay! Here's the first one with theme 76: Video games!
Rev: I can't beat him! I can't!
Duck: Yes you can! Just keep going!
Rev: No! It's impossible! What do I do now!?
Duck: Jump!
Rev: I can't jump! I'll die!
Duck: Well do you have any better ideas!?
Rev gives an uncertain look at Duck.
Rev: Okay! Here it goes!
Rev takes a run up and jumps only to fall to his death. Then a "game over" screen comes up.
Tv: Game over. Game over.
Duck: I told you you could have used your thunder strike on that monster!
Rev: Yeah but I didn't have any MP left. And you told me that I didn't need too much potions for this monster. That monster was almost impossible to defeat!
Duck: Well anyone can make a mistake on different levels.
Rev: That's it! I'm gonna see Tech.
THE END.
Okay! Theme 10. Falling.
Falling... falling... falling into a dark abyss. Seeing the memories disappearing into the black mist.
Slam, Rev, Tech, Duck... Lexi... I know you. I met you from somewhere. Who are you? Where have you gone? Who am I? What am I?
It's taking hold of me. I can feel it. The mud covered anxieties that plague my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams. My fears.
Fear. What is fear? What is the point of fear? If anyone found out what was the point of fear, they'd be famous. But, does that mean they'll be liked? Because they found out the point of fear? My fear? I don't know? I never really asked that question. I was always too busy being brave. Feeling the need to do a duty that was written on stone for me.
Now, what was it again? What was my duty? What was it that I was supposed to do? What? What? Why...
A light? A light in all this darkness? Should I touch it? What should I do? I can't think. Is "this" my duty? To touch... this light? Should I though? I wonder...
I touch the light... and I am falling no more. I am not alone... no more.
Lexi was walking down the corridor in th HQ. She was about turn the corner when she felt a bump.
"Ow! Are you okay Lexi?"
Lexi looked up and saw Ace, the leader of the group. Lexi felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart beat faster and faster. She opened her mouth but no sound came out of it. Then she gulped down in her throat and calmed down.
"I'm fine thanks." She replied as she walked past him.
She was about to enter her bedroom when Ace called again.
"Don't forget Lexi. We're training today okay?" he said as he gave a smile that made Lexi almost faint.
"Okay." she answered as she entered her room.
Right after the door closed behind her, she was gasping for air. Then she gave a sigh of relief.
"I really ought to tell him." Lexi murmured as she lay down on her bed. "Oh I love him so much but I can't express my feelings to him." she continued in her thoughts. "There's so many things I love about him. His good looks, his charm, he's athletic. But the thing I love about him... is his smile. He has a smile that tells me he likes me for who I am. Not sure if he likes me the same way. But still, his wonderful smile..."
"Hey! Lex! We got another mission. Zadavia wants you."
Lexi looked up to see that Duck was the one who interupted her thoughts.
"Okay. I'll be over just a sec." she called as she made her bed just where she had been laying. But she still couldn't get his smile out of her head as she continued to walk towards the meeting room.
Very nice ^_^ I think I liked the video game one best We've all learned a valuable lesson here boys and girls: Don't take video game advice from Duck XDDD
All the loonatics are in some night club where there's one of those stand up comedians just saying jokes about stuff and he was about to finish the joke.
Comedian: And that's how my hamster died.
There's a roar of laughter the loonatics laughed as well.
Ace: Ha ha! That just cracked me up!
Duck: I don't get it.
Lexi: That was so funny! Ha ha! Poor little hamster!
As Rev and Tech have their quarrel, Duck looks around to find a sign saying "Open mic night". He then has an idea.
Duck: Oh! Open mic night! I gotta try this!
A few minutes later...
Ace: Hey. Where did Duck get to?
Lexi: I don't know. He didn't exacly say anything.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! We are proud to present the next comedian on open mic night: Danger Duck!
Duck enters with a microphone in his hand.
Duck: Right so. What is a mouse's favourite game? Par-Cheezy! Heh heh heh. Get it? Mice eat cheese? Heh?
Audience:
Duck: And... you wonder, what colour a smurf goes when he gets strangled? You can't tell cos they are blue and normal people go blue when they hold their breath? Heh... heh?
A tomato gets thrown at Duck.
Duck: Ow!
Dives across the stage to avoid another tomato.
Duck: Well you've been a wonderful audience. I'll be here all week!
Tomato gets chucked.
Duck: For the next hour?
Tomato gets chucked.
Duck: For the next 2 minutes?
A sharp dagger gets chucked and is pinned on the wall.
Duck: Alright! Alright! Don't hurt me!
As Duck crawls off the stage, the rest of the loonatic shake their heads in shame.
"Is Tech still doing that meditating thing you taught him to do?"
"Yeah. I figured that Tech usually leads a stressful life. Making inventions and saving the world and all. So by clearing his mind, he won't be as stressed out as he usually is."
"Well, we should leave him to it."
"Alright."
I am settling into my place now. My world. Berlin. It's not the place you know.
Located in Germany?
No. My Berlin is different. It's more calmer. Almost like... floating in water, with nothing around you but more water. Crystal blue water, with only a ray of light shining through it's depths. I can still breathe. It is my world after all. In my world, I am able to sleep without holding my lungs for breath. Now I suppose you're thinking why I named my calm place Berlin. Why name it where somewhere else has that name?
It just came to me after listening to a famous 1970's song. It was called "Drowning in Berlin" by the Mobiles. The sounds that attracted me felt strange, yet calming. I managed to relate to the words they sang. I liked them. And when I began meditating, the song somehow floated into my head. And that was when I discovered my watery Utopia. The place and sounds combined made me feel calm. No villains. No disasters. No concerns. So I decided to visit there more. Entering my polluted mind and cleaning it up until I am only left, floating in the calm waters that are surrounding me now.
"Awake. A dream. Taking over. A scream."
"Advanced. Entranced. Making only. A chance..."
RING RING!
I'm drowning! I can't breathe! Struggling to get to my Berlin! I must leave! I must wake up! I must rise to the surface! I'm blacking out! I'm blacking out...
Tech gasped for air as though he had held his breath underwater for hours. He heard the annoying sound of a cell phone lying on the table. Then a hiss from the doors opening revealed the others coming in.
"That's where it went!" Duck sighed of relief as he turned his mobile off.
"Did we disturb ya Tech?" Ace said in a concerned tone.
Tech zoned out in hesitation until he looked up to the leader.
"No. Besides, it was about time I came up to the surface to get some air." he finally smiled.
"Yeah. Besides-Zadavia-needs-all-of-us-to-go-on-a-mission! We-better-hurry!" Rev exclaimed in excitement.
As the rest of the Loonatics left the room Tech looked outside of the window to see the orange blazing sun floating in the sky.
"I will go back to Berlin. As soon as I finished this mission." he murmured as he walked through the doors to await his instructions.
THE END.
Note: I had this sort of experience. Lately I've been having these wierd yet pleasant thoughts and experiences while trying to calm myself down from somethings which have been happening to me. And it felt pleasant, just floating there in water. First time I woke up, I was gasping for air like I almost drowned. But after settling myself down again, second time, I felt my head was heavy and rough. But I would like to visit my Berlin again. Well just after the storm of stress and problems are out of my way. And by the way: "Drowning in Berlin" is in fact a real song in the 1970's. I'm actually using it in my music tech project. And it will rock!
Herr A: We didn't put a Christmas tree up, nothin'. We went to the beach. It was wonderful. BUT... I got in water up to my... crotch area, and when that wave hit ALLLLLLLL my business went running towards my intestinal tract...
A night blanket covered the sky, with scattered stars blinking and glowing. Silence filled the Loonatics HQ as our heroes lay asleep. The living room was as dark and silent as through out the HQ. Suddenly, a dark figure popped it's head from behind the sofa. They peered around the room to make sure no-one was around. They crept cautiously across the room and entered the kitchen area. Again, they peered around. No-one there. Then the figure eyed at what looked like a car shaped tin.
"Yes." the figure hissed as he reached for the box. "They're mine."
Their arm suddenly knocked a saucepan that created an avalanche of saucepans clashing and clanging as they made the figure tumble a give a shriek. The lights were turned on as the loonatics rushed to the scene. Tech turned on the main light to reveal Duck covered in saucepans holding a red car tin.
"Duck!" they all moaned in unision.
"Duck! If I told you once, I told you a thousand times! This is my cookie tin with my cookies inside! Your tin is the one covered in Mysty Breeze stickers!" Rev frowned as he snatched the cookie tin from Duck's hands.
"But I haven't got anymore cookies. Please. Just one little cookie?" Duck begged as he tried to widen his eyes to make himself look innocent.
"You know? You look stupid when you try the "puppy eye" trick." Lexi teased as she returned to her room.
"Just don't make any more noise. I'm not entirely sure but some people do need to sleep at night." Ace yawned as he went back to his room.
"And you better not steal any more of my cookies!" Rev snapped as he put the tin back on the shelf and left.
Duck gave one more look at the tin of cookies as he reluctantly returned to his room, grumbling under his breath.
I'm walking amongst people, no one knows, no one cares about anything that doesn't concern even concern them. People laugh, people cry, people only want to achieve all their dreams. But some how it holds them back.
The choices, that we make Are up to us. For something to be made, Something has to break.
Chorus If you are there, up there somewhere, let me have a word with you. I don't want to keep it in anymore cos I know it involves you. If you are there listening to me, then please listen to what I've got say. I'm sorry for the things that you never knew.
The children in the playground, smiling happily playing real life. If only they knew what it's all about. Asking "why you're crying mommy, tell me cos I'm just curious of what goes on in your mind".
We tell lies so we can hide the danger of life that will only bring you failiure.
Chorus
Spoken: I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was only trying to protect you. Cos sooner or later, you'll start to fall.
If only you see the fact, that if I told you my secret you'd runaway and hate me for who I am.
Number 35: Lava lamp. I stagger through the door slowly as I wandered across my bedroom. I tried not to tread on the clothes and I then collapse onto my bed as I gave a deep sigh of tiredness. I position myself into the part of the bed that makes me feel comfortable (which is usually with my head on my pillow with may hands tucked behind my head). I stare odourlessly at the ceiling and amde myself lose myself in my pre-occupied thoughts. Then I snap myself out of my trance by rolling to my right side and switching on from the plug my rocket shaped lava lamp. I gazed into it as pink blobs of different sizes, bounced off each other while hovering in the purple ocean of the background.
Those blobs climbing, falling, bouncing slowly off one another sort of reminds me of my own feelings. Confused, worried, not knowing whether I'm coming or going, twisting, turning, feeling nervous and then feeling physically sick as well as in the mind. People make me feel this way. No wonder I'm not getting anywhere.
I subconciously touch the side of the lava lamp and immediately felt the heat warming my hand up. The heat. The hot sensation. Does it represent my anger with the people I work with? Am I angry because I'm letting people treat me the way they wouldn't be treated themselves? I shook my head. I don't want these rhetorical questions to put me in a more miserable mood than I am in now.
But then, looking into the lamp, it does have a sort of calmness to it. It's environment is calming. It makes me want to leave reality and become part of that world. Me being curled up in the warm liquid, like I once was in a womb, bouncing off different blobs of lava while I still slumber. The sound I would only hear is the gentle blobs just gently swimming around in the clear purple fluid. No screaming, no shouting, no-one telling you what to do. Nothing but silence.
I gaze at the lamp a few more moments before it's calmess numbs me to sleep.
Herr A: We didn't put a Christmas tree up, nothin'. We went to the beach. It was wonderful. BUT... I got in water up to my... crotch area, and when that wave hit ALLLLLLLL my business went running towards my intestinal tract...
Well, I don't know. I just made it sound like a character either one of the loonatics or someone who has similar feelings to them. You can decide who it's all about but at the time, I was originally gonna make it Rev but still, people have the freewill to think who that corresponds to.
I really love number one.Actually,at home,I am making 50 fanfics and,it'z a preety long list so,I'm still working on it!I'm still thinking what title I should use for number 36 on my 50 fics list.
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Tech iz my idol! Sunny Bridges? That's a long story...
Sitting on my bed again. This time, alone. The only person who I liked has been taken away to a better place. Well, he deserved it. Both of us were hard done by most people. No-one took any interest in us. The "weird kids". It wasn't that we liked each other in the first place. It was part of survival. They attack you if you're alone like the wildebeast in Africa we learnt in pre-school. The lions would catch the wildebeasts if they split up. So, we had to get along. Though I guess it was inevitable that we were friends once we spent so much time together in each other's company. To tell you the truth, I hated everyone after my parents disappeared. I thought I could take the world on by myself. The grown ups always gave their fake smiles that "everything was going to be okay", "everything will be alright", "you'll see". But if everything was okay, if everything was alright, I always ask myself why I'm here.
Before he came, I was alone. I wanted to be alone. I don't care whether people would s****** at me in my direction. It was me against the world you know around that time.
It was raining the night brefore when he came. I was just sitting half way on the stone steps outside while the other kids jumped around in the puddles that the rain created. I didn't see the point of getting yourself wet for no particular reason. I just sat and watched odourlessly. I heard a car pull up near the orphanage. I watched the whole "grown up trying to drag a reluctant kid out of the car routine" like a TV show. If you haven't seen this before I'll give you a summary: Grown up gets out of car. Kid stays in car. Grown up opens door. Kid moves away from Grown up. Grown up tries tempting kid out. Doesn't work. Grown up tries to reassure kid. Doesn't work either. Grown up drags kicking and screaming kid out of the car and drags them into the orphanage. Just like the rest of them. No different. Just listening to the rubbish she was feeding him. "I know it's big and scary at first. But everyone's really friendly". Rubbish. It seemed to have the oppisite effect from reassurance.
I was still the emotionless kid I was still, until a week later, he started getting picked on by some older kids. He was an anthro after all. A freak just like me. They did the same thing to me as they were doing him. Fortunately for me, there was an ant hill that they didn't like either and went to torment that for a while before he came. Watching it like a television set, I noticed that he didn't shrink under the torment of the name-calling like the others did. He was fighting against 3 or 4 Goliaths. That was when I started to feel a force of freedom. Something possessed me to march up to them and push the biggest kid away from him. They were about to start on me too when the grown ups saw them and told them that they were stuck on washing up duty for a week starting now. That was when I felt things that I never felt before. I started to laugh. Laugh? That was unusual for me. The kid turned to me and asked what was so funny. I just couldn't help but continue to indulge myself into this new sensation that I never experienced before. I started to feel more of these sensations when I was with him. No matter what we did, good or bad, we shared that sensation together. I stopped having the hatred that plagued me for years because of him. I had the brains and ideas and he helped me make them come to life. I was actually a star of a life I never had before, with him as my side-kick. Okay, he was more of a hero than I was but he was younger than me so I let him off that. We did things outside instead of sitting inside watching TV. Like most of our inferiors did. We battled aliens on the jungle gym, played with the ants on the ant hill and discovered a new species of lizard under a rock. We loved life.
But one day, the annual open day, where potential families came to look at us as though we're monkeys in cages. The adults told us to behave ourselves. The usual rules. We broke most of them anyway. It was also when a pair of parents found my partner a potential puzzle piece. The one who completes the family. A few weeks later, I was searching for him. When I entered our room, he was packing his suit case. He explained to me that a family wanted to take him home, for good. In confusion, I asked whether he would see me again. He said he would. But after he left the show, another feeling came, I had some confusion comprehending it. Tears? That cold feeling. Was that loss?
I started to curse all the names that I shouldn't say under the sun. I swore out loud with hot tears running down my cheeks. This is it. This was it. I am going to get my partner in crime back. I shall make him taste the feeling inside me that would kill him in agony. I'm immune to it so there was no way I could die like that. I pack my things before I take my leave. I am going to find him and teach him this the feeling of loss. It's just me against the world now. You just watch me.
I don't remember much about my old self before I was struck by lightning. I only remembered that I was always fascinated by the weather. Sun, rain, wind, snow, the lot. I also remembered my hatred for Mysty Breeze. Well, come to mention it, everyone on the set didn't like her because of the fact that she was a stuck up bitch on set. But never in front of the gormless viewers that are so fascinated by her being one of the "Best weather presenters on earth". That includes the duck that turned to jelly at the sight of her mask.
I have always wanted to be a weather presenter from when I was a kid. Most of the other kids took the weather for granted. I always role-played my weather shows from when I was a kid. I used to pretend that I was telling hundreds of viewers what the weather will be tomorrow.
As I grew up, I studied extra hard just to get the grades I needed to go to university to study the weather and it's powers of effect. When I got my diploma for that, that was when I went for my first job interview for a job as a weather presenter.
The people on the panel was wowed at my passion and vast knowledge of what I've studied. But I was disappointed when the job went to some "good-looking woman" named Mysty Breeze. At first, I could accept that fact because I was offered to be someone behind the scenes of her weather show so it wasn't that bad. I just assumed that she was probably better in some way or form that made her stand out a bit more than me. But when I saw her take her mask off, I was furious. How dare someone try to steal someone else's dream just so they can look good on television! She wasn't passionate at all! She just wanted fame and fortune. I'm not jealous of her because I can do a better job than what she was doing. I have studied the weather all my life and have wanted to present the weather because I was so passionate about it. But those bosoes picked a monster for people to work with, who probably didn't even want to be a weather person but found that it was a gap in the market. And I was making coffee for that ungrateful bitch as well!
One day I just felt as though I wanted to leave everything that I had worked for. But it was thanks to the meteor crashing down on earth and recieving powers from it that I decided not to leave. Being able to control the weather made me feel fantastic. I was able to command rain, wind and snow at my will. Making that little storm cloud above her head made me laugh. Ironic to the fact that that cloud showed the exact feeling of her anger that made me smile. And when I was allowed to present my first show, I was so excited. I was not going to mess this up. But then, I did mess it up. I was too ****y on summoning the storm just so I could be respected so that people will at least say how much better I am at what I do best than that fake drama queen. The lightning struck me and now my true identity has been revealed. And monstrous figure of fear because I can cause destruction to anything by using something people didn't consider significant.
And now I sit on my cloud, reflecting on what I've done. I have abused the one thing that I have loved. I have hurt the one thing that I pinned my hopes and dreams on. I cried at those thoughts of guilt. I may as well turn myself in to the law. I wasn't planning on getting revenge anyway. Depression and guilt have consumed me and that's probably the only choice I have.
If I do turn myself in, everyone will think I did that because I destroyed their city. Selfish creatures. I'm turning myself in because I have hurt something so precious. I can't carry this facade on any longer.
Techy_Coyote wrote: I guess cookies are the new "must get" now...
*Ding*
YAY! My first batch of cookies! Dig in everyone!
*Distributes cookies to fans*
Moments later...
HAH! I tricked everyone into eating my cookie with Tech Adoration Potion! Now everyone is a Techie fan! Muahahaha!
Choke, Gasp... I knew I should not have talked! Anyway my plan worked!!! HAHAHA!
*Gets bricked*
Oww...
No! Must... resist... over... the... top... love... for... Tech! I... luuuuuuuvvvee you... Teeeeeeehhh... no! It's Rev I love! It's Rev! It's Reeeeee... Teeeehhh... My Dream Cakes! They should help me leeeeeehh...
Gulps down a dream cake and faints. Then I get up a minute later.
Aaaah. That's better. I still love Rev so NYAH !
And on a positive note, thank you so much for reading and giving comments on these fics. I'll do my best to write up as many random ideas that pop into my head in these fics so Thank you !
Now I have opened a new pastry shop! With egg tarts, Strawberry cupcakes, chocolate coated biscuits and last of all... A Wonder Cake!!! Most importantly, these pastries are 100% no Tech Potion or any other gimmicks that would trick you into adoring Tech...
Lonewof: Where is a proffesional when you need one...? BLACK ORACLE! Where Are You?! Get here and help this pathetic villain!
Me: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALLED ME?! *Takes all the pastries*( including those that were sold )
Lonewolf: Eeep!
Techy:* forces everything into Lonewolf's mouth *
Sorry about that, my new batch are already done as we speak. Have more! More! More! Muahahaha!
do i have what it takes to be a hero,to stand by them without my major ego,to be self sacarficing to the home,the base,people say that some are born to be a hero,other's must find that calling.to me a hero is somthing more,if only the others could see that i was a hero inside.but that will never happen because of my past.no one noteces me not even boss lady (zadavia).i only wish that i would one day be recanized as a hero,not for glory but for kindess and helping but then again when i do do somthing right no one thanks me hmp i guess all never be a hero.
guess who it is...
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do i have what it takes to be a hero,to stand by them without my major ego,to be self sacarficing to the home,the base,people say that some are born to be a hero,other's must find that calling.to me a hero is somthing more,if only the others could see that i was a hero inside.but that will never happen because of my past.no one noteces me not even boss lady (zadavia).i only wish that i would one day be recanized as a hero,not for glory but for kindess and helping but then again when i do do somthing right no one thanks me hmp i guess all never be a hero.
duck and zadavia and tech and rev were all sitting
i gotta go said danger and he went to the backstage
now here's danger duck said the mc,duck then walked to stage
duck:We're not gonna be just a part of their game We're not gonna be just the victims They're taking our dreams and they tear them apart
'Till everyone's the same I've got no place to go I've got nowhere to run. They love to watch me fall They think they know it all
I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always said I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own I've gotta prove them wrong Me against the world
It's me against the world We won't let them change how we feel in our hearts We're not gonna let them control us We won't let them shove all their thoughts in our heads And we'll never be like them
I've got no place to go I've got nowhere to run They love to watch me fall They think they know it all
I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always said I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own I've gotta prove them wrong It's me against the world World….world…world… Me against the world World….world…world… (scream)
Now I'm sick of this waiting So come on and take your shot You can spit out your insults But nothing you say is gonna change us You can sit there and judge me Say what you want to We'll never let you win.
I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always said I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own Me against the world
I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always said I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own
I'm gonna prove them wrong They'll never bring us down We'll never fall in line I'll make it on my own Me against the world
mc:lets give it up for danger duck
crowed cheers and the loonatics stare in shock
duck walkes down
what he says
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When Every life meet's another life, Something will be born-Qouted by the Shinno Champion Cynthia