IN A GAMEROOM SOMEWHERE IN TEXAS…
A yellow lab sat bored on his laptop, typing this very story. Said lab was tall, with sizeable (but not massive) muscles. He wore nothing but jeans and a Dallas Cowboys jersey. The sounds of struggle became audible, and he turned his head to the source of the noise. He sighed and watched as his OCs fought over who got to play XBOX next.
"Knock it off you two." He barked at Wyatt and Anti-Wyatt, who had put each other in a head lock.
"BUT HOOKEM!" Wyatt whined.
"NO! I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF YOU TWO FIGHTING! MAN UP AND DEAL WITH IT!" he growled. Wyatt and Anti-Wyatt sighed and let go of each other. Hookem sat back up, and faced the reader.
"Are you starting a new story? WHO'S IN IT?" Wyatt called hopefully. He quite enjoyed being Hookem's flagship character, and was always wondering what adventure Hookem would place him in next. Hookem nodded.
"Anyways, if you haven't guessed by now, I am Hookemhorns12." He said to the reader. He gestured over to the two cats beside him. "And these two are Wyatt and Anti- Wyatt, my current Sonic the Hedgehog characters."
"What about us?" an orange cat with a white jacket and black pants called.
"Oh yes, and these are my OCs that I have in my head, but have yet to write a story about. The one in whit is Vanquish, and his twin is Tyranny." Hookem said.
"At your service." Tyranny said with a cocky smirk. He was wearing a black jacket.
"And Shi Xin. He's my Kung Fu Panda OC." Hookem said, pointing to a sleeping leetah (lion/cheetah) with heavily torn olive pants. The last person in the room was also the only human.
"Captain Blake O'Brien, at your service." The man said in a heavy Celtic accent. He was tan, with a standard military buzz cut and green eyes. He wore a standard flight suit.
"He's my Star Fox character. He already has his own story." Hookem said. "So, Blake, care to tell the reader about our situation?" Blake stood in front of the camera, facing the reader.
"We are low on tortilla chips, salsa, and Dr. Pepper. We are getting bored of playing XBOX, and Hookem currently has writers block for all of his stories. We need emergency re-supply." Blake explained.
"So go ahead, ask a question, any question!" Wyatt said enthusiastically, stepping in front of Blake. Anti-Wyatt ran up and pushed him out of the way.
"And make sure to leave it in a review!" the cyan furred cat added before he was tackled by his other.
"You heard them. We're bored as hell and we're running out of tortilla chips." Hookem said as both Wyatts rolled around in the background. "And feel free to even send us a dare or two!"