RVB: Off The Ring

Chapter 1: Just Like Good Old Times.

Location: "Coagulation" or a newer version of it.

Date: Several years in the future due to a bomb that somehow destroyed the present. For short, May 4th.

Time: 12:30 pm.

Grif sat around Red Base was the last hour and hasn't budged since. His mind had been cluttered with thoughts that he maybe had once thought or were similar to the ones he first had before in the past when it was Blood Gulch, but these thoughts were more deep. His eyes never left the sky. He found his behavior strange and in complete contrast to himself...except the sitting part. He does that on a daily basis.

As Simmons came up, Grif looked at him for a moment, then he gave an acknowledging grunt and went back to looking at the sky.

"What's up, Grif? You seem a little more silent then usual. And a lot less of an ass. Are you sick?" Simmons asked.

"No....." Grif simply said.

There was a moment of silence before Simmons spoke up again.

"You know, you're acting the way you did when you were thinking about why we were here in the first place. We still had Blood Gulch back then. I assume you have something on your mind."

"Well. We've never actually been off the ring before. We've just been in different places of it. Both of them in fact. Is there any reason why we still haven't left?"

"In my opinion, it's the fact that we can't. The only thing we have is a jeep. The only thing the Blues have is a tank-..actually, it's now either trashed or just gone, after Sheila left. But Caboose still has her."

"Didn't she die?"

"She would have if Tucker and Caboose hadn't escaped that emp."

"Anyways.." Grif digressed, feeling that the topic had just derailed, which it had.

"Oh thats right! Donut and I have a surprise!" Simmons said in a cheery tone.

"You mean an eventful, life-changing surprise like a girl friend or maybe another chance to save the god damn universe. I could sure use one of both." Grif asked in a disgruntled tone, knowing it wasn't going to be either. He wished he did have them though.

His thoughts were broken by the sound of Donut and Simmons wheeling out a giant cake.

"...Caboose is in there, isn't he?" Grif asked, once again knowing the answer.

Nobody needed to answer as the cake (which was a stripper cake) quickly bursted into flames.

"This cake is becoming hot...and very bright." Caboose said inside of the cake.

"I suggest you jump out of the cake if you want to live." Sheila said to him.

Instead, he dug a hole in the bottom and climbed out from under the burning cake.

"Happy New Liver Day!" Caboose shouted as he ran off to play "Ant Sims" as he calls. Apparently it involves napalm, waffles, a cardboard cheesecake with a grenade attached to it, and a lightning rod.

"...that was completely uneventful." Grif finally said.

"Well, it's about the same crap you'll get every year."

"Simmons, this is the same crap we get every second of our lives! We just destroyed the present and came to the future, came up in the same place, different ring, helped in destroying several deadly AIs, and we're STILL DOING THE SAME GOD DAMN CRAP WE'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST SEVERAL FUCKING YEARS!!!" Grif yelled.

Simmons was taken aback. Grif had never been like this before. Not ever.

"Doesn't it bother you, that no matter how far into the future we traveled, no matter how many rings we travel to, no matter what we do or where we go, we always end up in the same place doing the same thing at the same time EVERY YEAR?! Haven't you ever thought about what it's like OFF this ring?" Grif said to Simmons, walking away to the river to think about what the hell he'll do next.

Simmons, realizing only now after years that he hasn't ever minded nor thought about the matter, became guilty for having wasted years of his life...

...and not even being bothered once...

End of Chapter 1.

So, did you like my new story? I know I've been having a bad habit of fading away from stories altogether. But that mainly happens only when it has really gone off track of what it was supposed to be. Stayed tune for RVB: Off the Ring, Chapter 2: One day...