Chapter 1: Prolouge
The hiding holes were filled with dead body upon dead body. The sky was covered in smog from gunfire, helicopter exhaust and smoke from destroyed vehicles.
Cleveland Brown Jr. (The Cleveland Show), one of many people of all ages drafted into the war, hated it. He hated the stench of death. He hated the fear of being killed in his sleep. He hated that his entire family had been slaughtered in a suicide mission.
Junior fought back tears as he hid in a hiding hole, whimpering.
"Junior? You ok?" Frisk (Undertale) asked their friend gently.
"No Frisk... I'm tired of war... I'm sick of seeing friends old and new get slaughtered... I can't anymore..." The obsese kid sobbed, unable to hold back his tears any longer.
"Hey, don't worry. This war will be soon be over, and we'll never have to see these terrible people again..." Frizk comforted.
"You think so?" Junior sniffed.
"I KNOW so." Frisk nodded, offering a hand. Junior went to take it, before gasping.
"GERNADE!" He screeched, pointing to said explosive behind them. Frisk looked down... and ran off with the grenade!
"FRISK! NO!" Junior sobbed.
"Take care of yourself Junior!" Frisk said, running into enemy lines.
BOOOOMMMM!
Junior gasped as he awoke from the memory nightmare, drenched in sweat. He sighed. He looked at the date. 2037. The war had started 2017. With one last heave, Junior went back to bed, ready for more senseless bloodshed and painful violence the next day...
(OK, this is a you pick the cast story! So send in any 5 characters you want, but state whether they're on Junior's side or the opposing side! Have fun!)