I'm back! That's right! Another fic! The thought has been dread by all. . .
but I don't care!!! This is going to be one really random fic. . . and
hopefully funny as well. . . but hopefully random!!!
Now normally I would be doing a disclaimer about. . . now. But I don't need to tell you I don't own YGO. No one here should. . . unless it's YGO cards. I own a lot of them . . . On with the story!
~*~
It was nighttime, as it normally is at the start of most horror stories and films. But this night was different to most nights in those stories, because it was not dark and stormy, and this is a humorous fan fiction, not "Frankenstein's Revenge".
On this night, alarms were going off all throughout Domino City. Innocent civilians were running around in circles screaming as they do, 'town heroes' attempting to group the worried towns people together. But while all this is so interesting, and as an ice cream truck with a machine gun was zooming across Mount Rushmore being chased by mutant killer bees, I must write about something entirely different, otherwise I could be flamed a lot for not writing about the summary.
Police cars were zooming in and out of traffic, frantically chasing an unknown duo in a bright pink Barbie-decorated sports car. Inside the car, a short spiky-hair boy was lying in the back of the car, playing with the diamond he just stole, while a white-haired boy with a British accent drove the car. "Yugi?" the British boy asked. "When, or should I say IF, we get to our hideout, and we manage to stay away from the cops, find our way to the Russian black market and make millions from selling the Shine-O-Rama. . . what then?"
Yugi thought for a second, and then said, "You know, I don't know Ryou. We could continue our crime spree, but we need to take care of our Yami's." Ryou shuddered at the word, and pictured his aibou lighting matches and spraying them with toilet deodorant. Suddenly, Ryou saw something. "Yugi?" "Yes Ryou?" "That sign said we're heading towards the nuclear waste dump. It's a dead end there. We can't make it- GREAT SCOTT!" A bullet zoomed straight past Ryou's head. The police were gaining on them and there was nothing to do but drive.
"No!" Yugi yelled. "They're aiming for the tires, and we're almost at the waste dump-" Without warning, a bullet hit the left tire of the Barbie sports car, and the duo went spinning out of control, heading closer and closer to the barrels of waste. . .
CRASH, BANG, BOOM, CLANG, SMASH, SHAZAAAM. . . you get the idea.
~*~
A few hours had passed since the unnecessary sound-effect scene, and Ryou woke up in a very uncomfortable position that most contortionists would gasp and applaud at. Looking around (still uncomfortably, his head was caught between his legs and a loop in his arms), he noticed nothing but stone, stone, Yugi, steel bars and more stone. "Yugi! Wake up, old chap! Were in jail!" Yugi just rolled over onto his back, mumbled something like, "That's the last time I trust in the Heart Of The Cards! I want Dark Magician, not Ceasefire!" and instantly started snoring.
Ryou untangled himself to find that next to Yugi were a pitcher of black cordial, two glasses and two plates of gruel. "YUM! Cordial!" he exclaimed, and instantly poured himself a glass. Yugi abruptly woke up and said, "I wouldn't drink that, Ryou." Ryou was surprised. "Why not Yugi? Everyone loves black cordial! Kiwi is the new Apple Blackcurrant!" Yugi sighed and said, "That's mouldy water." I needn't say what Ryou's first reaction was.
~*~
OK, OK, it was lame. Am I right? Anyway, R+R please! This is only the beginning of the fun!!!
Now normally I would be doing a disclaimer about. . . now. But I don't need to tell you I don't own YGO. No one here should. . . unless it's YGO cards. I own a lot of them . . . On with the story!
~*~
It was nighttime, as it normally is at the start of most horror stories and films. But this night was different to most nights in those stories, because it was not dark and stormy, and this is a humorous fan fiction, not "Frankenstein's Revenge".
On this night, alarms were going off all throughout Domino City. Innocent civilians were running around in circles screaming as they do, 'town heroes' attempting to group the worried towns people together. But while all this is so interesting, and as an ice cream truck with a machine gun was zooming across Mount Rushmore being chased by mutant killer bees, I must write about something entirely different, otherwise I could be flamed a lot for not writing about the summary.
Police cars were zooming in and out of traffic, frantically chasing an unknown duo in a bright pink Barbie-decorated sports car. Inside the car, a short spiky-hair boy was lying in the back of the car, playing with the diamond he just stole, while a white-haired boy with a British accent drove the car. "Yugi?" the British boy asked. "When, or should I say IF, we get to our hideout, and we manage to stay away from the cops, find our way to the Russian black market and make millions from selling the Shine-O-Rama. . . what then?"
Yugi thought for a second, and then said, "You know, I don't know Ryou. We could continue our crime spree, but we need to take care of our Yami's." Ryou shuddered at the word, and pictured his aibou lighting matches and spraying them with toilet deodorant. Suddenly, Ryou saw something. "Yugi?" "Yes Ryou?" "That sign said we're heading towards the nuclear waste dump. It's a dead end there. We can't make it- GREAT SCOTT!" A bullet zoomed straight past Ryou's head. The police were gaining on them and there was nothing to do but drive.
"No!" Yugi yelled. "They're aiming for the tires, and we're almost at the waste dump-" Without warning, a bullet hit the left tire of the Barbie sports car, and the duo went spinning out of control, heading closer and closer to the barrels of waste. . .
CRASH, BANG, BOOM, CLANG, SMASH, SHAZAAAM. . . you get the idea.
~*~
A few hours had passed since the unnecessary sound-effect scene, and Ryou woke up in a very uncomfortable position that most contortionists would gasp and applaud at. Looking around (still uncomfortably, his head was caught between his legs and a loop in his arms), he noticed nothing but stone, stone, Yugi, steel bars and more stone. "Yugi! Wake up, old chap! Were in jail!" Yugi just rolled over onto his back, mumbled something like, "That's the last time I trust in the Heart Of The Cards! I want Dark Magician, not Ceasefire!" and instantly started snoring.
Ryou untangled himself to find that next to Yugi were a pitcher of black cordial, two glasses and two plates of gruel. "YUM! Cordial!" he exclaimed, and instantly poured himself a glass. Yugi abruptly woke up and said, "I wouldn't drink that, Ryou." Ryou was surprised. "Why not Yugi? Everyone loves black cordial! Kiwi is the new Apple Blackcurrant!" Yugi sighed and said, "That's mouldy water." I needn't say what Ryou's first reaction was.
~*~
OK, OK, it was lame. Am I right? Anyway, R+R please! This is only the beginning of the fun!!!