In this, you will all get to see the oh so many ways that Cy's baby can be destroyed. Mutilated. Torn apart. Burned. Pounded. Etc. In the most comical of ways that I can imagine.
Now, this is the kicker. I want you, the reader, to offer up the suggestions you think would be the funniest to see. Whether it be Adonis using it as a weight. Or Jinx just getting back at Cy for dumping her in Hive Academy. Any idea, if I can write it, is a good idea.
Each chapter after this will be dedicated to whoever supplied me with the idea for that chapter. Multiple pairings will be used in this story. As long as they are pairings that I do approve of. For pairings I do and don't approve of, all you have to do is look at my profile.
Lastly, I don't know how often I might post something to this. Like I said, whenever I'm getting bored with my current writing. Or if I've hit some writer's block on my other stories. It could be once a week, twice a month, three times a day, I don't know. Just make sure to put down ideas you think would be hilarious for me to write. I notice every review thanks to my email.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, toddlers and babies, Earthlings and Martians, blah blah blah-ty blah.
I get to present to you…
Oh no, Not Again!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. And if Cyborg ever finds this, I am screwed!
Number One: Beast Boy's magic touch (By Allen Blaster)
Cyborg was humming to himself as he used tool after tool to remove the Luthor Corps engine from his baby. The song he was humming sounded oddly like the Titans theme song. Although, knowing him, it was likely that it was his own version of it, and not the original.
'When there's trouble you know what to do… Call Cyborg! He can shoot a rocket from his shoe… Cuz he's Cyborg!'
Cyborg was super excited about this upgrade he was making to his baby. An upgrade that required him to remove the whole engine from it. And put a new, improved, and far more efficient one in its place.
While the old engine provided by Lex Luthor himself was capable of getting his baby to speeds as high as 200. And despite how good he always said it had sounded to his ears. This new one he had special ordered months ago was supposed to put his baby in a whole new category altogether.
The Wayne Industries, A-class DCL-300 turbo engine. Capable of getting any car it is placed in to go from 0 to 100 in 3.0 seconds guranteed. And achieve a speed of as high as 300 miles an hour! Capable of making any good driver outrun any cop stupid enough to not order these for their cars!
Despite the top speed, it was also supposed to be far more fuel efficient. While Luthor's old engine gave his car about a 400 mile range at top speed. Far more than any other normal car. The DCL-300 would increase it to 600 at top speed, to about 800 miles if he went at a slower speed of 200 miles an hour!
Not that he ever would go that slow again, that is. Maybe if he was in the middle of the city when it was rush hour. He might slow it down a little bit. Other than that, he would never take his baby slow again!
With all the different screws attaching the engine to the car removed, Cyborg proceeded to use a complex pulley system to gently lift the now obsolete engine out of his baby. He could have done it with his bare hands with his massive strength, but with all the other important gadgets and stuff in his car. From the heat seeking missiles stored inside, to the WiFi Hotspot emitter he installed last months, he risked the possibility of the engine hitting these very important things. So he was left to use a pulley system to carefully navigate the engine out of his car.
It took a lot longer, about three minutes to be exact. But then the old engine was finally resting on a table by the T-Car. Right next to where the new one was currently placed. It looked as black as night, but seemed to shine as if it had been polished over and over again. Knowing Cyborg, he had probably done just that.
Cyborg took a few seconds to admire how shiny it was. Thanking every god he knew of that this day had finally come. The day he would make his baby one of the fastest cars on the planet.
Then he put the new engine on the pulley system. The same one he had used to take out the other engine. And started to maneuver it right into it's rightful spot over the open hood. He was taking in a deep breath to calm his excitement. He could celebrate after he had put it in. He focused everything in his mind to the task at hand. As he prepared to make the engine start it's slow and complex path into its rightful place.
Uuuuurrrrrrk!
Cyborg looked down at his gut, where the unexpected sound had come from. "Aw c'mon stomach! Can't you tell I'm a little busy here! Bother me some other time!"
Uuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkk!
Cyborg widened his eyes at the longer sound. Was he really that hungry? He could have sworn he had breakfast like ten hours ago. He just shrugged to himself as he prepared to get to work.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUJUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Cyborg stared down at his gut in complete shock. Then he huffed a little angrily as he gave in. "Fine, I'll go get you something to eat. But then we're heading straight back down here when we're done!" He shouted down at his gut. It made no noise to acknowledge him since stomachs can't talk. He huffed again as turned around and walked out of one of two doors to the garage. Wondering why his stomach would bother him then.
A little after Cyborg left, Beast Boy came charging in through the other door on the other side of the garage. Excitement was clearly written all over his green face.
"Dude! Did you hear what came in the mail…" He looked around the garage. Realizing he wasn't seeing or hearing anyone in there. "... today?" He said confused. He looked around again, seeing no half human, half metal best friend in sight.
"Where did he go? I could have sworn he said he was going to be in the garage all day if anyone needed him." Beast Boy said as he started walking around the large garage.
A minute later, he was just about ready to give up and go back into the Tower. Deciding he'd just play the new Super Monkeys XVI game all by himself. When he saw the engine still dangling in the air above the T-Car.
The shiny sleek appearance, the way it looked so cool, and many other hidden factors seemed to draw him straight towards it. Like a moth to the bright light of the bug zapper. Would the results be the same?
He got close to it, far closer than what Cyborg would ever allow for him. 'Dude! What the hell is this cool thing supposed to be?' Beast Boy thought to himself. Not having a clue as to what it really was, since he wasn't really an auto mechanic (Then again, neither am I).
Beast Boy took a look at the engine, and then the car underneath it. He saw the big gap in all the mechanics beneath the open hood. And figured that this had to be where this cool looking piece of machinery went.
'Hmm, maybe if I did this for Chrome Dome, he might let me drive the T-Car! Oh man, I can't believe it!'
Beast Boy became lost in a fantasy world for a moment. Imagining himself driving Cyborg's beloved all throughout the city. Maybe wearing a wicked pair of sunglasses as he had his arm across his pale girlfriend. Using the T-Car as the ride she had wanted for their date later this week. How grateful she'd be that it wasn't some shoddy rental. What she might do with him to thank him for this...
Oh, he was so not letting this opportunity pass up.
Beast Boy didn't know it had to go in an exact way. That it had to take a specific way down into the car to ensure that there would be no problems. He didn't know about all the cool gadgets that were in it.
He just knew that it looked like that one empty area was where this cool piece of tech belonged. And that he was being fueled by fantasies of the future.
Despite all the warnings his best bud had ever given him on not doing anything to his baby. From driving it, to sometimes even so much as looking at it. Even going as far as saying he better not even be thinking about his baby.
Beast Boy decided he would help his best bud out. With his very own magic touch at that.
Beast Boy grabbed the precious engine from off its perch. His strong arms easily handling the weight. He didn't seem to take into account that Cyborg was even stronger than him. Otherwise, he might not have done what he did next. As he positioned the DCL-300 over the gap in the mechanics.
And slammed the engine into its rightful compartment. Not knowing about the heat seeking missiles placed at the bottom of it.
'KA-Boom!'
Cyborg was just walking in through the doorway with a very big sub sandwich positioned in his mouth. He had just been preparing to take a very large bite out of it. When a bright light filled his vision, and the sound hit his ears.
When the light and confusion cleared, the sandwich dropped onto the floor. Cyborg's jaw along with it. His human eye widened to comical proportions.
Beast Boy still had his hands held down in front of him. Where the previously intact engine had been in his hands.
Now, he was holding on to two pipes of the said engine. Each of them black, but were certainly not shiny anymore. In fact, the whole front of his uniform was black as well. His back side was covered in dust. But Cyborg wasn't looking at his green bro.
The T-Car was destroyed. Completely, and utterly. The back tires were glued to the ceiling. The roof of it was on the floor by the charred burning remains of the undercarriage. The front tires were melted into the floor. And the precious DCL-300, the engine that had costed him an arm and a leg, literally, was in the back corner. The opposite corner. Sticking out of the walls. And in small pieces all over the floor.
Beast Boy finally seemed to recover. As he chuckled lightly to himself. This had definitely not been in his fantasies of when he set the thing in the gap.
"Heh, heh, hey Cy… what's new with you today?" Beast Boy said in a light tone.
Another explosion went off behind him. Likely one of the missiles that hadn't been impacted by the engine from the initial contact. It sent Beast Boy a foot in the air out of fright.
Unfortunately, that explosion also made Cyborg come to his senses. As he finally pieced two and two together inside his mind.
Beast Boy.
Parts of special DCL-300 Engine in Beast Boy's hands.
Baby still burning on the ground in front of Beast Boy.
Beast Boy looking guilty as hell.
Beast Boy…
Beast Boy…
Beast Boy…
DESTROYED HIS BABY!
Beast Boy started to slowly back away as he saw his friend's cybernetic eye glow a bright red. He was starting to fear for his life at this point. "Hey, buddy, it was just a car and a weird doohickey. Can't we just try to talk this out like civilized people?" Beast Boy asked.
A heavy set missile assembly popped out of Cyborg's back, arms, legs, and even chest. Each area filled with dozens of heat seeking missiles. All of which were now lined up and targeted to go after Beast Boy's heat signature. His eye became a brighter red as his own personal targeting system started up.
"Prepare to be terminated grass stain!" Cyborg said a little too calmly for all the weaponry he was showing.
Beast Boy, knowing when to take a hint, did the only thing he could think of that would let him live.
He morphed into a cheetah and ran the hell out of that room through the doorway he had came in from. A very angry, pissed, grieving, and full on terminator Cyborg chasing right after him. While the car continued to burn away in the garage.
Raven was going to be so mad with him for not getting them a ride for their date later that week. He'd have to deal with her wrath on that later though.
For now, he'd have to survive Cyborg's missile blazing wrath.
Heh, so much for that magic touch.
Author's Notes:
Yeah, that was funny there. Making Cyborg go all Terminator at the loss of his baby.
So like I said, the next ideas to this will be yours. Whatever tickles your funny bone so to speak. This is going to be a fic based on what you guys want. Within reason of course. A man has to draw the line somewhere.
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Till Next Time
Allen