[Fanfiction] Thar's YCM Pairings (PG-16)

[Cherz]

Saabeloe is obviously a Yandere, and Chaos Sonic is...well... Chaos Sonic

 

/helpful.

[Thar]

I'll first need to know what kind of character Chaos is, then I can narrow down the plot.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Think very typical shonen hero.

[Thar]

Hmm, Shonen hero and a Yandere stalker... so pretty much Mirai Nikki.

 

That's a good start. I'll keep that in mind while I wait for my new computer.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Hmm, Shonen hero and a Yandere stalker... so pretty much Mirai Nikki.

 

That's a good start. I'll keep that in mind while I wait for my new computer.

 

Oh dear God...I haven't watched that in a while...things didn't work so well in that anime, did it o.o

 

And this is gonna end up being my fate...*hides in a corner*

[Jake the Sage]

So many crack fictions I haven't had the time to read (O_e)

On a note of self advertisement, Thar you should really read the newest chapter of "Trio of DEF II".

 

Hint hint nudge NUDGE.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

So many crack fictions I haven't had the time to read (O_e)

On a note of self advertisement, Thar you should really read the newest chapter of "Trio of DEF II".

 

[acronym='If you don't read it, he'll come in through your windows and snatch your snacks up and murder them in front of you.']Hint hint nudge NUDGE.[/acronym]

 

That's exactly what'll happen...cause it happened with me too.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Trust me, you really don't have to. One of these days the writing is going to frustrate me so much that I'll rewrite everything personally.

 

At least his most recent chapter wasn't...that bad.

[Thar]

Yeah, I actually didn't need to read it to know how he wrote me in. One line of dialogue that wasn't funny, clever, or significant... and immediately followed by Striker shouting orders at me.

Low blow, man. Low blow.

[Jake the Sage]

At least his most recent chapter wasn't...that bad.

 

You say that only because you were in it,

 

Yeah, I actually didn't need to read it to know how he wrote me in. One line of dialogue that wasn't funny, clever, or significant... and immediately followed by Striker shouting orders at me.

Low blow, man. Low blow.

 

Hey at least you're in it. And you'll be in it a bit more too; you get redeemed.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

You say that only because you were in it,

I say that because you gave Nobuo a few decent lines (which is to say more than the rest of the cast) and I like how he thought out every move which so far actually makes him come across as the most competent character thus far. And no, also because there weren't CONSTANT amounts of characters being dumb and having lame drug induced teen drama. He still sucks though. Not the place to discuss my problems with your story though. This is the place to sigh at how dumb of a thing BritishxCloset is. Seriously, who writes a ship the shippee ships harder than everybody else based on a bad joke that the shippee would never shut the f*ck up about? Clearly, BritishxThe Skeleton In His Closet is far better of a pairing.

 

Hey at least you're in it. And you'll be in it a bit more too; you get redeemed.

For...what...? No, not here. Stop it. Not the place for this.

[Raine]

I just noticed that Desu and I aren't shipped here... where do I file a complaint?

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

No, we're totally a thing in DesuxPika.

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

Hey Thar.

 

Sorry I haven't commented in a while. I genuinely haven't read anything since Remo x His Hand. Dunno why, cuz these are brilliant. Just... IRL, new job, stuff getting in the way... I guess.

 

Just wanted to say thank you for writing these, and being entertaining.

 

And thank you for never making a target in this. That would just be... too horrible a fate for whoever was unfortunate to be shipped with me.

 

Finally, good luck for as long as you continue to have fun doing this. And for carrying this section single handed from now on. This and Dead Zone, and recently Spike's little stories at least IMO, are the only good things that have been in this section for months, and I doubt anything else will come out now that's on this level of entertaining. So... yeah, all the best.

[Thar]

Welp... that makes this awkward, as I've hesitated to write another story for MONTHS.

[(GigaDrillBreaker)]

Any chance of this being a thing again? Now that i am in college I need something to waste time reading, and these were a ton of fun.

[Crab Helmet]

Foe Fiction brought me back to this section, and I see this.

 

I click on it, and I see a two-parter of me shipped with Pika.

 

...You've got quite the balls to pull this shit off.

[Thar]

Foe Fiction brought me back to this section, and I see this.
 
I click on it, and I see a two-parter of me shipped with Pika.
 
...You've got quite the balls to pull this s*** off.

People were asking for it, and you were gone for good. And Pika didn't seem to care.

Also, isn't this necrobumping?

[Goose]

Subbing in case more stories are posteed

[Draconus297]

The most interesting thing about this whole endeavor is the subtle lines drawn.

 

When one truly wants to know what one thinks about them, one can look at any situation wherein they wrote lines for them- in fanfiction or in imitating speech. Once you read between the lines, you may find unsettling revelations into how you are perceived.

 

 . . . And now everyone will re-read every fic that includes them in an attempt to find Thar's subtle (or less than) interpretations into who they are.

[Crab Helmet]

The most interesting thing about this whole endeavor is the subtle lines drawn.

 

When one truly wants to know what one thinks about them, one can look at any situation wherein they wrote lines for them- in fanfiction or in imitating speech. Once you read between the lines, you may find unsettling revelations into how you are perceived.

 

 . . . And now everyone will re-read every fic that includes them in an attempt to find Thar's subtle (or less than) interpretations into who they are.

 

"Subtle."

 

Sure, if you spell "subtle" like this:

 

 

Yes, I notice there's a "y", but this is the perfect gif to go with your statement.

[Crab Helmet]

Well, I only got through the first few pages, but since it's been a while, and since the original thread's been archived, here's a special version of Foe Fiction just for you, Thar.

 

[spoiler=FOE FICTION: Bad Cops Eat Cheesy Plots - {Power Scandal - Crab x Pika}]Crab x Pika - Power Scandel (so many words) (so many parts)

Yes, I can see this is about to be good. Just look at that “POWER” put before the most common subject in pretty much any gossip magazine article and soap opera. Looks like I’m gonna need some tissues for this one… and some Red Bull.

Oh, and there are two parts? Strap in, people! We’re about to drive off a cliff!

A Mod bike revved along one of the roads that surrounded the metropolis of YCM City.

Oh sh*t, a Mod bike. How threatening. How legit. A bike made exclusively for Mods, because, you know, Mods are supposed to be the police, right? I suppose there are red and blue lights on this-

Its red and blue lights were flashing

Yep.

as it was in hot pursuit of the vehicle in front of it, which swerved between gaps of traffic like a needle sewing fabric.

Similes. Of course. What more could you want from an epic chase scene? Also, that must be one large needle… and that must be one strange fabric.

The pursuit caused an uproar of horns honking and brakes squealing on the road whose age could be shown from cracks and patches of new pavement, all disregarded to avoid the two vehicles that raced down it.

 

“Pull over!” Rockford White-

Rockford… White? Who the hell is that? Isn’t this supposed to be a story set in YCM? I may have been banned for a few years, but I don’t even think a member would WANT such a name.

had a headset straddling his head under his helmet, which was wirelessly connected to a speaker at the front of the bike. His voice was projected through the speaker in attempt to reach the arrogant driver, who neither pulled over nor slowed down, “I said pull over, you son of a b*tch!”

Oh I get it, because police officers threaten their targets by calling them “sons of b*tches.” Or just swear at them in general. The portrayal of the police here is phenomenal…

...oh wait, it actually is.

 

The driver’s window rolled down to reveal a hand that held up its middle finger, “Eat my sh*t, mod scum!” The voice was high-pitched and cracking, which was a given to White that the driver was a noob.

HAHAHAHHA, oh wait, noobs are supposed to be innocent and misunderstood. Perhaps there’s a reason why he’s driving at top speed in an old vehicle while flipping off the co-

Oh nevermind.

White rolled his eyes behind the shaded shield that covered the window of his helmet, which was later opened for a better sight on the target. The driver’s window was still open, giving White an open ear on the shouts of joy and arrogance from the offender. He sighed, revving up the engine more to give him more speed. He was careful not to let his speed affect his maneuverability as more traffic appeared as obstacles.

 

“Pull your vehicle over or I will shoot your damn tires out!” The threat caused the driver to accelerate more, increasing the distance between him and White.

PLOT DEVICE. The perpetrator needs to at least build some suspense, otherwise the authority figure will be said to be a badass.

Wait... isn’t that supposed to happen? I mean, if you wanna stick to your typical law-enforcement show plots, then that’s fine.

White cursed as he also accelerated, drawing his gun out of its holster and aiming at the driver; his other hand steered, but he knew that his steering was crippled.

Wait, what? Crippled? What’s a physically inept person doing driving a motorcycle? Hell, what is he even doing in the force having such limited ability to enforce the law? Sounds like a miracle man story. Glad I brought tissues for this.

Oh, and if by “crippled” you meant that the rotational motion of the wheel helped keep it stable enough to be able to steer with one hand, then that would’ve filled people in with the inability to comprehend physics.

Regardless, he sped up and met the noob within range, firing at his back tires and hitting it to cause the vehicle to spin out of control and slide into the ditch. White’s momentum caused him to speed ahead of the totaled and flipped vehicle as he swerved to drive the other direction, parking himself along the same ditch. He could hear the sound of the noob bashing against the door to open it, which only made him snicker. Cusses echoed with each thud.

 

“I was gonna tell you to get out of the vehicle, but it appears that you’re trying to do just that!” White shouted as the open window let out the slithering noob.

Plot twist: the window’s the real culprit. This whole thing was a hostage case. That’ll look good on the news. Serve that with a side of cheesy cop one-liners and you have yourself the next episode of X-Files.

Scratches and cuts let out streams of blood from the noob’s face as he slowed down his attempt to escape from the shock of impact before his adrenaline gave out.

*snore-* Oh, I’m sorry, is the sentence still going?

His breathing was slow and rough as he looked up at a blurred-out Mod picking him up and slapping cuffs on his wrists.

What is this, a gay porno? This sounds like a gay porno.

With him restrained, White pulled out his walkie-talkie,

This is a gay porno.

“I got a speedster in need of medical attention. The location is programmed into my vehicle’s GPS.”

“I also have him in handcuffs and I am about to strap him to his own car which is lying in a ditch. He deserves to be punished for what he has done.” This guy knows how to enunciate himself.

A staticky reply acknowledged the order as White waited by the vehicle with the noob bent over the hood.

You forgot to mention that he was strapped to it.

 

A moment passed before a familiar voice was heard from the walkie-talkie, “You total another one, Rocket?”

 

“How’d you guess?” White laughed in response to Kelly Graves, another Mod.

Who the fuck are these people?

 

Kelly laughed, “Just a hunch. I know you too well.”

 

White laughed again, “It’s like you and eye were given the same set of eyes; you see what I see.”

Using the word “eye” in place of “I” in a line about eyes… and the Oscar for best pun goes to...

 

“But you don’t see what I see,” Kelly replied, “I think that’s the only gap between us.”

 

“Too true,” White looked at the noob that he had just put in cuffs, “Can you see the guy I pulled over?”

No, she cannot, for she is a voice in a fucking walkie-talkie.

 

“I’m assuming he’s a noob,” Kelly said with stretched-out words to signify a guess, “and he’s in cuffs and hunched over the hood as we speak.”

...and also a GREAT detective.

White was speechless, “…damn, you are good!”

 

“I try.”

Oh okay, so she was being sarcastic. All of a sudden I like her.

 

“But can you guess who it is?” A long silence followed, but Kelly eventually spoke.

 

“…is it Coolspy?”

Okay, how the fuck would she know that? Who is she and what is her history with… with…

I’ll ask it again… WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

 

White was shocked at the guess, rolling the noob over to reveal his face. White could not distinguish it, so he reached into the noob’s back pocket for his wallet. He opened it up to reveal the ID, “I’m not sure if it’s Coolspy or not, but based on this ID, its…” White was stunned at what he saw, dropping the wallet. His eyes squinted shut along with gritted teeth that squeezed out a hard sigh.

 

“What is it? Was it Coolspy?”

 

White hesitated to answer, but forced words out, “…the name on the ID was Mugen.”

I was gonna say. The ID could’ve been stolen, so there’s no way to prove it’s really… that guy. Yeah.

 

A long pause followed before Kelly broke it, “I’m coming over. I have your location.” The call ended, leaving White to waver in his own disappointment. The thought that a new officer would break the law like this was beyond his own words. Amidst his current feelings, he doubted that the face of the person on the hood was actually Mugen, as he would’ve recognized him. However, the question as to how this guy got Mugen’s uniform remained.

Shit sucks, bro. Better find a new job.

 

It was not long before another bike pulled up at the ditch that White was at. Parking her bike next to White’s, Kelly removed her helmet and let her red, dyed hair loose with a shake of her head. Radiant hazel eyes glistened in the sunlight as White watched her dismount and approach him. All he could do was shrug with his eyes gesturing towards the noob, which Kelly locked onto with curious eyes.

 

“Let me see that ID.” Kelly was frank with White, keeping her eyes on the noob as White bent down to grab the wallet and hand it over to her. She pulled the wallet up to her face, taking out the ID card and studying it thoroughly. Her eyes alternated between the picture on the ID and the face of the noob, “Nope, this ain’t Mugen.”

No shit, it’s not. Is White so visually impaired that a few streams of blood renders a face unrecognizable? I’ve heard of blind Native American chiefs that can identify a returning soldier with a broken face better than this guy.

 

“Sorry, I just wasn’t thinking straight.” White said with his head turned away from Kelly to avoid eye contact.

Go home, White, you’re drunk.

 

“I guess I can understand that.” Kelly closed in on the noob, “What’s your name, boy?”

 

The noob coughed up a raspy laugh, “I was gonna ask you the same thing, sweetheart!”

You were about to call her a boy. Smooth.

 

Kelly smirked, “You been drinking lately?”

 

“Drinking up dreams of being with you, sweet thing!”

This guy drinks his own wet dreams. There’s a hotline for that, you know.

 

Kelly chuckled, standing up with her hands at her hips, “Sounds like Coolspy to me.”

She walked over to White, who wandered aimlessly as he left Kelly to the scene, “Ain’t this the guy that was holding Mugen hostage?”

Who? What? When? Context is good.

 

“Hell if I know,” White replied, “I care nothing for either Mugen or the guy responsible for him.”

 

“You mean Night?”

 

“Yes, him.” White’s answer was followed by the sound of sirens blaring in the distance, “Well, here comes the ambulance. Which one of us is going with it?”

“It” is a he. This is criminal discrimination. Get ‘im, Tumblr!

 

“I’ll go.” Kelly answered, “He seems better acquainted with me. Maybe he’ll cooperate more.”

 

“I guess that’s a good idea.” White sighed, this time finding Kelly’s eyes attractive. Kelly exchanged the look with a raised brow.

 

“You feeling alright?”

 

“Yes, I just…” White cleared his throat, “I just haven’t seen you in a while is all.”

 

“You saying you want me?”

Well that escalated quickly.

 

White’s face turned a shade redder as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. In his hesitation to answer, Kelly chuckled, approaching him with outstretched arms, “Come here.” The two embraced and joined in a passionate kiss that accidently led to both of them lying on the ground on top of each other. The moment grew affectionate as Kelly began to feel White’s pants rise underneath her.

 

“Whoa White, is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” Kelly laughed as she turned to look down the road, hearing the sirens come closer, “We better be quick. If that ambulance sees us doing this, we’re toast.” White agreed and the two scurried behind the car, proceeding to make love as Coolspy slid off the hood of the car with a lost conscience. There were no witnesses.

And there were also no less fucks to give. Seriously, what kind of officers are these guys? More importantly, who the fuck are they? We have a blind guy who can’t distinguish a face from a little blood, a promiscuous, stereotypically sexuallized cop with a scene kid background, and a criminal who’s supposedly notorious throughout the city despite me not knowing who the hell he is. I had to go out of my own way to find the context of this, and apparently it was in another pairing involving Mugen, another person I don’t know, but who’s apparently another mod.

Quite the boring start to a ten-thousand word story, really. It’s basically just the beginning of every cop show episode ever, followed by an 80’s style love scene that might as well have been accompanied by cheesy background music to set the “so bad it’s good” erotic mood. All in all, it’s pretty much just the perfect sorry excuse for a crime show before your time.[/spoiler]

 

Keep in mind, I'm getting old, so the content might not be as high quality as it used to be.

[Thar]

Well, I only got through the first few pages, but since it's been a while, and since the original thread's been archived, here's a special version of Foe Fiction just for you, Thar.

 

[spoiler=FOE FICTION: Bad Cops Eat Cheesy Plots - {Power Scandal - Crab x Pika}]Crab x Pika - Power Scandel (so many words) (so many parts)

Yes, I can see this is about to be good. Just look at that “POWER” put before the most common subject in pretty much any gossip magazine article and soap opera. Looks like I’m gonna need some tissues for this one… and some Red Bull.

Oh, and there are two parts? Strap in, people! We’re about to drive off a cliff!

A Mod bike revved along one of the roads that surrounded the metropolis of YCM City.

Oh sh*t, a Mod bike. How threatening. How legit. A bike made exclusively for Mods, because, you know, Mods are supposed to be the police, right? I suppose there are red and blue lights on this-

Its red and blue lights were flashing

Yep.

as it was in hot pursuit of the vehicle in front of it, which swerved between gaps of traffic like a needle sewing fabric.

Similes. Of course. What more could you want from an epic chase scene? Also, that must be one large needle… and that must be one strange fabric.

The pursuit caused an uproar of horns honking and brakes squealing on the road whose age could be shown from cracks and patches of new pavement, all disregarded to avoid the two vehicles that raced down it.

 

“Pull over!” Rockford White-

Rockford… White? Who the hell is that? Isn’t this supposed to be a story set in YCM? I may have been banned for a few years, but I don’t even think a member would WANT such a name.

had a headset straddling his head under his helmet, which was wirelessly connected to a speaker at the front of the bike. His voice was projected through the speaker in attempt to reach the arrogant driver, who neither pulled over nor slowed down, “I said pull over, you son of a b*tch!”

Oh I get it, because police officers threaten their targets by calling them “sons of b*tches.” Or just swear at them in general. The portrayal of the police here is phenomenal…

...oh wait, it actually is.

 

The driver’s window rolled down to reveal a hand that held up its middle finger, “Eat my sh*t, mod scum!” The voice was high-pitched and cracking, which was a given to White that the driver was a noob.

HAHAHAHHA, oh wait, noobs are supposed to be innocent and misunderstood. Perhaps there’s a reason why he’s driving at top speed in an old vehicle while flipping off the co-

Oh nevermind.

White rolled his eyes behind the shaded shield that covered the window of his helmet, which was later opened for a better sight on the target. The driver’s window was still open, giving White an open ear on the shouts of joy and arrogance from the offender. He sighed, revving up the engine more to give him more speed. He was careful not to let his speed affect his maneuverability as more traffic appeared as obstacles.

 

“Pull your vehicle over or I will shoot your damn tires out!” The threat caused the driver to accelerate more, increasing the distance between him and White.

PLOT DEVICE. The perpetrator needs to at least build some suspense, otherwise the authority figure will be said to be a badass.

Wait... isn’t that supposed to happen? I mean, if you wanna stick to your typical law-enforcement show plots, then that’s fine.

White cursed as he also accelerated, drawing his gun out of its holster and aiming at the driver; his other hand steered, but he knew that his steering was crippled.

Wait, what? Crippled? What’s a physically inept person doing driving a motorcycle? Hell, what is he even doing in the force having such limited ability to enforce the law? Sounds like a miracle man story. Glad I brought tissues for this.

Oh, and if by “crippled” you meant that the rotational motion of the wheel helped keep it stable enough to be able to steer with one hand, then that would’ve filled people in with the inability to comprehend physics.

Regardless, he sped up and met the noob within range, firing at his back tires and hitting it to cause the vehicle to spin out of control and slide into the ditch. White’s momentum caused him to speed ahead of the totaled and flipped vehicle as he swerved to drive the other direction, parking himself along the same ditch. He could hear the sound of the noob bashing against the door to open it, which only made him snicker. Cusses echoed with each thud.

 

“I was gonna tell you to get out of the vehicle, but it appears that you’re trying to do just that!” White shouted as the open window let out the slithering noob.

Plot twist: the window’s the real culprit. This whole thing was a hostage case. That’ll look good on the news. Serve that with a side of cheesy cop one-liners and you have yourself the next episode of X-Files.

Scratches and cuts let out streams of blood from the noob’s face as he slowed down his attempt to escape from the shock of impact before his adrenaline gave out.

*snore-* Oh, I’m sorry, is the sentence still going?

His breathing was slow and rough as he looked up at a blurred-out Mod picking him up and slapping cuffs on his wrists.

What is this, a gay porno? This sounds like a gay porno.

With him restrained, White pulled out his walkie-talkie,

This is a gay porno.

“I got a speedster in need of medical attention. The location is programmed into my vehicle’s GPS.”

“I also have him in handcuffs and I am about to strap him to his own car which is lying in a ditch. He deserves to be punished for what he has done.” This guy knows how to enunciate himself.

A staticky reply acknowledged the order as White waited by the vehicle with the noob bent over the hood.

You forgot to mention that he was strapped to it.

 

A moment passed before a familiar voice was heard from the walkie-talkie, “You total another one, Rocket?”

 

“How’d you guess?” White laughed in response to Kelly Graves, another Mod.

Who the f*** are these people?

 

Kelly laughed, “Just a hunch. I know you too well.”

 

White laughed again, “It’s like you and eye were given the same set of eyes; you see what I see.”

Using the word “eye” in place of “I” in a line about eyes… and the Oscar for best pun goes to...

 

“But you don’t see what I see,” Kelly replied, “I think that’s the only gap between us.”

 

“Too true,” White looked at the noob that he had just put in cuffs, “Can you see the guy I pulled over?”

No, she cannot, for she is a voice in a f***ing walkie-talkie.

 

“I’m assuming he’s a noob,” Kelly said with stretched-out words to signify a guess, “and he’s in cuffs and hunched over the hood as we speak.”

...and also a GREAT detective.

White was speechless, “…damn, you are good!”

 

“I try.”

Oh okay, so she was being sarcastic. All of a sudden I like her.

 

“But can you guess who it is?” A long silence followed, but Kelly eventually spoke.

 

“…is it Coolspy?”

Okay, how the f*** would she know that? Who is she and what is her history with… with…

I’ll ask it again… WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

 

White was shocked at the guess, rolling the noob over to reveal his face. White could not distinguish it, so he reached into the noob’s back pocket for his wallet. He opened it up to reveal the ID, “I’m not sure if it’s Coolspy or not, but based on this ID, its…” White was stunned at what he saw, dropping the wallet. His eyes squinted shut along with gritted teeth that squeezed out a hard sigh.

 

“What is it? Was it Coolspy?”

 

White hesitated to answer, but forced words out, “…the name on the ID was Mugen.”

I was gonna say. The ID could’ve been stolen, so there’s no way to prove it’s really… that guy. Yeah.

 

A long pause followed before Kelly broke it, “I’m coming over. I have your location.” The call ended, leaving White to waver in his own disappointment. The thought that a new officer would break the law like this was beyond his own words. Amidst his current feelings, he doubted that the face of the person on the hood was actually Mugen, as he would’ve recognized him. However, the question as to how this guy got Mugen’s uniform remained.

s*** sucks, bro. Better find a new job.

 

It was not long before another bike pulled up at the ditch that White was at. Parking her bike next to White’s, Kelly removed her helmet and let her red, dyed hair loose with a shake of her head. Radiant hazel eyes glistened in the sunlight as White watched her dismount and approach him. All he could do was shrug with his eyes gesturing towards the noob, which Kelly locked onto with curious eyes.

 

“Let me see that ID.” Kelly was frank with White, keeping her eyes on the noob as White bent down to grab the wallet and hand it over to her. She pulled the wallet up to her face, taking out the ID card and studying it thoroughly. Her eyes alternated between the picture on the ID and the face of the noob, “Nope, this ain’t Mugen.”

No s***, it’s not. Is White so visually impaired that a few streams of blood renders a face unrecognizable? I’ve heard of blind Native American chiefs that can identify a returning soldier with a broken face better than this guy.

 

“Sorry, I just wasn’t thinking straight.” White said with his head turned away from Kelly to avoid eye contact.

Go home, White, you’re drunk.

 

“I guess I can understand that.” Kelly closed in on the noob, “What’s your name, boy?”

 

The noob coughed up a raspy laugh, “I was gonna ask you the same thing, sweetheart!”

You were about to call her a boy. Smooth.

 

Kelly smirked, “You been drinking lately?”

 

“Drinking up dreams of being with you, sweet thing!”

This guy drinks his own wet dreams. There’s a hotline for that, you know.

 

Kelly chuckled, standing up with her hands at her hips, “Sounds like Coolspy to me.”

She walked over to White, who wandered aimlessly as he left Kelly to the scene, “Ain’t this the guy that was holding Mugen hostage?”

Who? What? When? Context is good.

 

“Hell if I know,” White replied, “I care nothing for either Mugen or the guy responsible for him.”

 

“You mean Night?”

 

“Yes, him.” White’s answer was followed by the sound of sirens blaring in the distance, “Well, here comes the ambulance. Which one of us is going with it?”

“It” is a he. This is criminal discrimination. Get ‘im, Tumblr!

 

“I’ll go.” Kelly answered, “He seems better acquainted with me. Maybe he’ll cooperate more.”

 

“I guess that’s a good idea.” White sighed, this time finding Kelly’s eyes attractive. Kelly exchanged the look with a raised brow.

 

“You feeling alright?”

 

“Yes, I just…” White cleared his throat, “I just haven’t seen you in a while is all.”

 

“You saying you want me?”

Well that escalated quickly.

 

White’s face turned a shade redder as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. In his hesitation to answer, Kelly chuckled, approaching him with outstretched arms, “Come here.” The two embraced and joined in a passionate kiss that accidently led to both of them lying on the ground on top of each other. The moment grew affectionate as Kelly began to feel White’s pants rise underneath her.

 

“Whoa White, is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” Kelly laughed as she turned to look down the road, hearing the sirens come closer, “We better be quick. If that ambulance sees us doing this, we’re toast.” White agreed and the two scurried behind the car, proceeding to make love as Coolspy slid off the hood of the car with a lost conscience. There were no witnesses.

And there were also no less f***s to give. Seriously, what kind of officers are these guys? More importantly, who the f*** are they? We have a blind guy who can’t distinguish a face from a little blood, a promiscuous, stereotypically sexuallized cop with a scene kid background, and a criminal who’s supposedly notorious throughout the city despite me not knowing who the hell he is. I had to go out of my own way to find the context of this, and apparently it was in another pairing involving Mugen, another person I don’t know, but who’s apparently another mod.

Quite the boring start to a ten-thousand word story, really. It’s basically just the beginning of every cop show episode ever, followed by an 80’s style love scene that might as well have been accompanied by cheesy background music to set the “so bad it’s good” erotic mood. All in all, it’s pretty much just the perfect sorry excuse for a crime show before your time.[/spoiler]

 

Keep in mind, I'm getting old, so the content might not be as high quality as it used to be.

 

Wow, it's quite amazing what I find after re-reading what I write, especially from your point of view. In fact, I found this to be more entertaining to read than the original.

 

I feel honored. I've had a fic parodied by Broken before in HEART BREAKERS, but it's pretty ego-boosting to be a part of Foe Fiction. Well done, even though yeah, this wasn't as great as your past work, but still fun.

[Crab Helmet]

Wow, it's quite amazing what I find after re-reading what I write, especially from your point of view. In fact, I found this to be more entertaining to read than the original.

 

I feel honored. I've had a fic parodied by Broken before in HEART BREAKERS, but it's pretty ego-boosting to be a part of Foe Fiction. Well done, even though yeah, this wasn't as great as your past work, but still fun.

 

I remember those rip-offs. Broken actually did a pretty decent job, but he still could've done better. Dante's was pretty meh, but still passable.

 

Don't even get me started on Double C4...

[Thar]

Don't even get me started on Double C4...

 

"Hell, I don't even know what a parakoopa is"

 

Sorry, but I had to.

 

Not gonna lie, it was a pretty good idea... just executed like sh*t. Though the gold that was your parody of it also had something for it.

 

But Double C4... yeah, that guy was a douchebag.