The Sweet Rolls Attack Viridian City And Tracey At The Same Time
*The fic I came up with at midnight in which cinnamon buns attack Viridian City and *ahem...* DO SOMETHING to Tracey. This one's for PinkScyther and ug21!*
Disclaimer: Pokémon is not mine-
TRACEY: Hey, narrator! What're you doing?
ME: Disclaiming! Now go away so I can finish!
TRACEY: Well, I don't want to. People keep killing me in their fics.
ME: Fine, then. You hide in THIS fic and I promise PEOPLE (winks at readers) won't kill you.
TRACEY: (jumps into fic) Geronimo!
ME: OK, now on to the story!
THE STORY
Ash, Misty, and (unfortunately) Tracey were walking down the streets of Viridian City looking for someone to battle.
Tracey was being a wacko (as usual) and playing with his pink headband, seeing how hard he could snap it against his head.
As they passed a grove of trees, they heard a voice say, "Stop right there, humans! Don't make a sound or we attack the city!"
Tracey let go of his headband and it made a loud SNAP noise, causing the attacker in the trees to jump out at them.
Instead of a human or Pokémon, out of the trees came two dozen sweet rolls holding SuperSoakers.
"Who made that SNAP?" asked the obvious leader.
Tracey, like the dummy that he is, raised his hand and said, "Me. I did it."
"Well then," said the cinnamon bun, "we will have to attack the city!"
So all of them took their SuperSoakers and wet the city with them. Everyone was complaining of being wet, so they started firing THEIR SuperSoakers at Tracey.
TRACEY: Hey, narrator, I thought you said people weren't going to kill me in this fic!
ME: They're not. I just wanted them to have a little fun. Now, back to the story:
The sweet rolls all began to jump up and down on Tracey, covering him with sticky bun goo and cinnamon.
"The noisemaker must DUE!!" they all cried.
"But why?" asked Tracey, still trying to snap his headband.
"Because we hate loud noise! Because you're an idiot! Because it's fun!" said a chorus of sweet roll voices.
So the sweet rolls jumped and jumped and jumped until there was no more Tracey left to jump on and all there was left was a big pile of sticky goo.
ALL: YAY! TRACEY IS DEAD!!!
ME: But he probably comes back in another fic for you to kill him again!
ALL: All right! Tracey-bashing rules!!!
Plz review this totally insane story!-pkc
*The fic I came up with at midnight in which cinnamon buns attack Viridian City and *ahem...* DO SOMETHING to Tracey. This one's for PinkScyther and ug21!*
Disclaimer: Pokémon is not mine-
TRACEY: Hey, narrator! What're you doing?
ME: Disclaiming! Now go away so I can finish!
TRACEY: Well, I don't want to. People keep killing me in their fics.
ME: Fine, then. You hide in THIS fic and I promise PEOPLE (winks at readers) won't kill you.
TRACEY: (jumps into fic) Geronimo!
ME: OK, now on to the story!
THE STORY
Ash, Misty, and (unfortunately) Tracey were walking down the streets of Viridian City looking for someone to battle.
Tracey was being a wacko (as usual) and playing with his pink headband, seeing how hard he could snap it against his head.
As they passed a grove of trees, they heard a voice say, "Stop right there, humans! Don't make a sound or we attack the city!"
Tracey let go of his headband and it made a loud SNAP noise, causing the attacker in the trees to jump out at them.
Instead of a human or Pokémon, out of the trees came two dozen sweet rolls holding SuperSoakers.
"Who made that SNAP?" asked the obvious leader.
Tracey, like the dummy that he is, raised his hand and said, "Me. I did it."
"Well then," said the cinnamon bun, "we will have to attack the city!"
So all of them took their SuperSoakers and wet the city with them. Everyone was complaining of being wet, so they started firing THEIR SuperSoakers at Tracey.
TRACEY: Hey, narrator, I thought you said people weren't going to kill me in this fic!
ME: They're not. I just wanted them to have a little fun. Now, back to the story:
The sweet rolls all began to jump up and down on Tracey, covering him with sticky bun goo and cinnamon.
"The noisemaker must DUE!!" they all cried.
"But why?" asked Tracey, still trying to snap his headband.
"Because we hate loud noise! Because you're an idiot! Because it's fun!" said a chorus of sweet roll voices.
So the sweet rolls jumped and jumped and jumped until there was no more Tracey left to jump on and all there was left was a big pile of sticky goo.
ALL: YAY! TRACEY IS DEAD!!!
ME: But he probably comes back in another fic for you to kill him again!
ALL: All right! Tracey-bashing rules!!!
Plz review this totally insane story!-pkc