Disco Rising: Dead Rising Starring Disco Bear and the rest.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I'd just like to dedicate this story to Disco Bear, a misunderstood pervert who is a fine character with plenty of personality. I wrote this story with the belief that he deserves just as much screen time as a certain other bear. *Cough*Flippy*Cough*
Oh yeah, and DISCLAIMER: I do not Own Disco Bear, Happy Tree Friends, or Dead Rising. All Characters are Copyright to their Respective owners.
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The thin air holding the craft in the sky was being constantly sliced by the whirring propeller blades as the helicopter flew into the small, rural town. The pilot couldn't help but speak up as they officially entered the airspace of his one passenger's destination.
"Here ya have it, Happy Tree Town. Population 53,594. Local attractions, squat! Pretty much the only thing to do around this dead end town is kill time at the mall. " The pilot called to his only passenger. His name was Handy. Ironic, because of an accident years back that left him an amputee. Now a days, however, he'd never let that stop him, and piloted the helicopter with ease. When the passenger didn't answer him, Handy turned back to the windshield. He tried to stay focused, but something caught his eye and caused him to call out. "Hey, hey lookit this!" He yelled once again and pointed down towards earth with his bandaged nubs. Back at the other end of the helicopter a bear grinned and lifted his camera up to his eye to get a proper shot. Zooming in on his lens , the bear could easily make out the two military jeeps that were parked on the bridge to the town, barricading out any attempting to enter, or exit. He clicked a photo of the scene and smirked "Heh, I knew the government woulda gotten here before me. Helicopter was the only way to arrive. " He growled in his usual, cocky tone. The bear went by Disco, as it would be the first thing that came to anyone's mind when they set their eyes on him. Clad in a garish yellow disco suit, the flashy attire was matched only by his prized orange afro.
"Wh-what do you think's goin' on down there," Handy asked baffled.
"I dunno but it's gonna be big. That's why me and you are here." Replied Disco, as the smile on his face grew ever larger.
"Speak for yourself buddy, I'm only dropping you off." Handy mumbled as he went back to his controls.
Disco continued clicking away as the helicopter flew further into the town. Oddly enough, a few people roamed aimlessly around the town, as if unaware of the military sealing them away. The town seemed strangely calm considering the rumors and buzz that drew the scoop-seeking Disco to the area. Calm, until Handy spotted a group of people surrounding a small car. "What, what are they doing to him?" He yelled, as Disco focused his lens on the action. Standing on the car was a green animal, (undistinguishable from this distance, save for a mild under bite on him) backing slowly away from the mob of people swarming him. Realizing he was surrounded, he turned and noticed the helicopter. Frantic and desperate for help, he waved and called to the aircraft, attempting to flag Handy down. Unbeknownst to him, a member of the crowd around the car grabbed him and pulled him down onto the pavement below, as the other people hunched over the poor creature. What happened next was unknown to the two on the helicopter, as the car blocked the attack from view.
"What the hell is going on down there? Some kinda riot?" Handy asked, obviously shaken by the events unfolding before him.
"Maybe, just maybe. But if this was just a riot, why would the military be so quick to seal the place of and not just get inside a quell the riot?" Disco asked back, analyzing everything before him.
Before Handy was forced to think up an answer, he noticed they had arrived.
"Here we are pal, the center of town. Happy Tree Mall, just like you asked." He said.
But before disco could thank him, another Helicopter tore away at his words. Floating next to them was a military chopper. The craft pulled up near the two and boomed a command over a loud speaker.
"You have entered a restricted airspace! Leave immediately or we are authorized to use force!" The other pilot called. Disco, desperate to catch the scoop of a lifetime, of course needed more time in the mysterious town. His eyes dashed across the mall when he spotted a helipad on the roof of the mall. The bear ran to Handy's cockpit and yelled to the pilot. "There! Quickly ! Bring us down over there!" The helicopter whirled around and drifted down to the landing pad, but could only manage to hover over the mall's roof
"I don't have time to land, I gotta get out of here!" Handy yelled.
"Fine! Whatever, I'll just jump!" Disco said sarcastically. Then, realizing Handy meant it, double checked his camera was around his neck and leaped from the helicopter. Disco hit the roof with a roll and stood up oddly unharmed. As he dusted himself off, Disco turned to see the Helicopter fly off, and heard a distant cry
" Don't forget! Three days! I'll be back!" Handy yelled
Disco pulled out a comb and brushed his beloved afro, grumbling to himself, "Yeah yeah, like I'd ever forget my ticket out of this hell hole."
"Ahhh, Mr. Bear. Lovely to meet you. So You're the famous photographer here to catch the big story before anyone else." A Spanish-tinged voice called him and suddenly Disco realized he wasn't alone on the roof. He turned in the direction of the voice an saw a blue otter leaning against the wall. He wore a striped shirt and torn black pants. His face was covered by a black, wide brimmed hat, but Disco could tell he had an eye patch over his left eye. Before Disco could speak back to the man, he continued himself "My name, is Russell, Mr. Bear. And I'm sure if you head down through this door, past the security room you'll certainly find your scoop" The strange man pointed behind him to a door, and Disco, not wanting to spend any more time with him, walked through the metal door past Russell. As he descended the staircase, Disco swore he could here Russell whisper one last sentence to him.
"And by the way, welcome to hell"
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All righty! My first ever story! Oh, just so you know, that was Cro-marmot on top of the car, he's unfrozen now, but dead. Also, Russell isn't missing any limbs, because it would be hard to work around a hook hand and peg legs later on. I guess this is where I ask you folks to R&R. Though I'm not sure why you need to reuse and recycle. Or maybe it means "Rest and Relax". Yeah! You have earned some rest, haven't you pal? So take a load off. And um, flamers will be destroyed with a level 20 Holy Axe? Whatever that means.