DISCO FICLETS

[goose267]

IT IS FINALY HERE!!!

NOT CANON!!!!

R7 slammed his fist down on the table and yelled, “Where is he?! What did you do with him?!”

“Nothing, nothing!! Nothing I swear! I was only hired to drive a truck of goods, I didn’t know what was inside the truck!” The man sitting at the table stammered.

“I don’t believe you.” Seven said in a low voice, so low that if the man hadn’t had the ears of a dog he would have never been able to hear it. Seven leaned in close, eyes glowing with just a hint of red and said, “You’re making me angry, you don’t want to see me angry.”

The man shrank back into his chair, tail curling between his legs and whimpered, “I swear, I had no idea that Zisteau was in the truck!”

“Wolfie I will give you one last chance. We both know that you have the route mesmerized, so why not tell me and save yourself a lot of pain?” Seven asked.

“Because if I tell you anything they will kill Kurt!” Wolfie pleaded.

R7 attempted to say something what I don’t know because he was cut off, when suddenly multicolored lasers started coming from his body, disco music began to play, and he broke out into dance, singing the lyrics to the song with perfect pitch.

Wolfie yelped jumping from his seat. He was going take his chance to attack Seven and escape, but this was his favorite song. So he began howling and dancing to the beat as well.

Somehow everything worked out ok and they all lived happily ever after!

THE END

(And just incase anyone was wondering the song to this part is “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing” by Leo Sayer. Here is a link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE-Okqna4sQ )

R7 and Clash ran towards the smoking shape in the middle of the room. Clash shocked, mumbling under his breath, “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

Seven just walked up to the still form and began to search for signs of life. When he was done, he said with just a hint of sadness in his voice, “She is dead there is nothing we can do.”

Later that evening they held a funeral. Everyone was there to show support for their most beloved member, but none were as sad as Clash and Seven. They all took turns, speaking of all the times they had shared with their fallen comrade, both good and bad. Once they had all shown their respects, it came time to cast her remains into the void.

Clash turned to Seven and said, “Could you please play some music? it just seems to quiet.”

In response Seven began to play a disco song, and the entire group began to sing along. Lulling the hot pocket machine to sleep, as they pushed her gently into the void.

THE END

(And just incase anyone was wondering the song to this part is “Stayin’ Alive” by The Bee Gees. Here is a link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_izvAbhExY )

Comments

[r7]

Hey, I'm not the one killing it! Besides, I'll have made it a sister.

[clashofdemonesense]

It's not the same Seven! She was my everything! I was getting ready to propose!

[r7]

Dude, I'm the machine......

Also, she's going to wear down eventually....

And, you know, I'm never good at coping something, always have to make it better....

[clashofdemonesense]

You aren't a cookie pocket Seven! Don't be silly!

And I made her so that she can survive being eaten, and won't degrade over time.

You can't make perfection better Seven.

[r7]

Cake-pockets?

On-demand-anything Pockets?

Triple cooking speed?

Additional taste options?

Yes, Clash, I think I can.

[clashofdemonesense]

*sniff* the cake is a lie.

And I don't want to abuse our friendship to make hot pockets, so I won't make you do on-demand pockets.

If it's too fast, I don't get to watch the magic happen.

And only if I can have a snicker doodle option on one half, and chocolate chip on the other half

[r7]

No, no, this is a new hot pocket machine I'm talking about.

Well, the speed is adjustable to anywhere in the spectrum.

And, yes, you can have that.

[clashofdemonesense]

*begins to cry again* thanks. But I'm still sad. Let's go blow something up.

[r7]

Sure!

To the dorms?

[clashofdemonesense]

Of course. Which explosive do we use? Thermite or nitroglycerin?

[r7]

thermite, let them burn.

[clashofdemonesense]

All right! Let's do it!

[r7]

Oh, and thanks for feeding the rattattas. *glares*

[clashofdemonesense]

How? I love my cookie pockets, and you know it!

[r7]

Well, you were talking about proposing to a machine.... *continues glaring*

Why do you do this?!

[clashofdemonesense]

I was going to propose to a cookie pocket Seven! I thought I told you, but you obviously didn't care! ;-;

[r7]

Wait, weren't we talking about the cookie pocket machine?

[clashofdemonesense]

Only a little. I'm sad about her too, but I was more sad about all of the cookie pockets I queued up and never got to eat...

[r7]

Well I did make a new machine for you....

[goose267]

Clash I'm sorry for putting the idea in seven's head

[thezombineer]

Wait... has this become a ship war now? Cause if so... i'm not sure I want to continue the series.

[r7]

No, it hasn't. Were just poking fun at each other. In-team and across teams.

[thezombineer]

Oh, good. I was scared. Maybe I shouldn't have chosen to take that risk with the name thing. Oh well, too late.

[r7]

Maybe not, whatever.

But when I said "feeding the rattattas" I was saying that because they are the main people who ship us. Not because they are our enemies or something.

[thezombineer]

Okay. :D