New story
This is a sequel to Scheduling Simularity so if you don't read that you'll be like "Whaaaaaa?"
So go read it
Tyler walked out of the hospital, James and Tom following behind him, Tom was still getting used to his prosthetic legs, so he was a little slower then the others. "If those freakin' octarians come back i'm gonna strangle those little shi-" "Easy Tom, kids are nearby. Don't want to get a talking to." "Oh yeah. I forgot." They continued walking home. Once they arrived, Tyler put the key in the lock and they walked in. "Man, I missed this place." Tom said, drinking back the memories. "Dude, you were only gone for three days." James said, looking over at him. "Yeah, whenever we go camping for a week you never say you missed our apartment." Tyler said. "It feels like it was a month okay? Having no legs is like people are trying to slow down time." Tom said, flopping down on the couch, he grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. "Dude, you just got here about twenty seconds ago and you're already watching TV." Tyler said, looking over at Tom. "Dude, I like TV. Everyone knows about that." Tom said, flipping through the channels. "From the queen of squidland to the hounds of hell." James muttered, sitting down next to Tom.
The octoling with the helmet walked into the base. sighing to himself, how could we have lost? He thought. Walking into the base, he was immediately treated to a volley of shouts from DJ Octavio. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT THERE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LEAD YOUR SQUAD! NOT RUN OFF AND FIGHT!" "I'm sorry Octavio, but they had run off and gotten themselves killed. If it wasn't for those splats I made the other squads could've been wiped out." The octoling said. "That's very true, but you could've handled it better. Gather your troops. More training is what we needed." DJ Octavio said.
AUTHORS NOTE
The reason the chapter is so short is because I've had a lot of writers block recently.
So sorry.
Bye