Hope that you enjoy this story, being that you took the time to go to my account and look for it since Mature fics don't show up in the directory lol. Anyway, some help might be that Dennis Ferguson is a humanized Weighted Companion Cube, and Arcadia Weiss is the OC of a good friend. In this story, Orange and Blue are together and it is assumed that they have been for quite a while. Enjoy~
Orange, Blue, Arcadia and Dennis hopped out of the boat and prepared themselves. Blue made sure his pistols were full and adjusted the scope on his rifle. Dennis kept his distance from Blue as usual, looking over his machete. Arcadia secured a first aid kit on Dennis' back, making sure his shotgun was easily accessible. He thanked her and handed her a nearby axe. Although a bit heavy for her, she took it. She wasn't good with bigger guns, so she stuck with a pair of pistols. Orange adjusted her AK-47, a health pack and crowbar perched on her back. She turned to Blue and watched him take out a couple of zombies. He turned to her in return, waving with his pistol.
"Ready to go?" Dennis asked all of them. Blue nodded. Orange stood up straight and clutched her gun ecstatically.
"Yep!" Orange spouted giddily.
"Not…Not really…" Arcadia said. "But then again, I'm sure none of us actually want to go, so… Yes, I suppose I'm ready." She muttered.
"Oh come on, Arcadia, speak for yourself! Killing zombies is FUN!" Orange said with gusto.
"Is that why you startled those witches on purpose and almost got us all killed?" Dennis sneered at the tall robot. She rolled her eye and faced away from him.
"Whatever, it was fine. You're alive, aren't you? Besides, you were dragging your feet back there and needed a little pick-me-up." She tried to look at the attack optimistically.
"Pick-me-up? Those things knocked us on our asses!" The pink eyed man snapped.
"Whatever, let's go, let's go!" She beckoned the two humans to follow her and took Blue's arm, dragging him into the Burger Tank. She picked up a Molotov cocktail and put it in her health pack strap to keep it secure. The others grabbed pipe bombs and Molotovs as well.
Blue seemed a bit concerned by Orange's enthusiasm in killing things, but he shrugged it off and figured it was probably for the good of their survival that they had a good hunter on their team. They ran out pas the old gas station and up over the fence, shooting at zombies as they went. Dennis stopped in his tracks; he heard the spine tingling, eerie sobbing of a witch. He turned towards his team and held his hand out, halting them. They all stopped and Arcadia hung onto Blue's arm for comfort. Dennis crept up on her, gun at the ready to end her. She growled, her sobbing stopped and she twisted her body to face him. She stared at him, her horrible eyes glowing. Her growls and vocalizations became louder and fiercer. She stood up and screamed at him. Just before he pulled the trigger, Orange bolted forward and shot her in the mouth, practically shooting the top half of her head off. Blood splattered over the two and Dennis stood up angrily. He wiped the blood from his face and yelled at her.
"What is your problem?" He barked at her. She shrugged and put a hand on her hip.
"You were taking too long. I was just saving you time! We don't have all day. Besides, it looked like it could be fun." She walked off and began climbing the ladder on the back of a parked trailer.
"What in god's name is her deal?" Dennis said, his mouth hanging open. Arc came up to him and clung to him instead, hugging his arm and still clutching her axe tight. Blue climbed the ladder behind her, trying to think of a way to confront her about the way she'd been acting up.