The Rec room was particularly quiet, the only sound being the tv on in the background and Merrick at the table typing away on his laptop. Keegan was laying on the couch scrolling through his phone and Hesh was sprawled out on the other couch, his arms crossed over his face and his mouth hanging open slightly, signaling that he was asleep.

"I'm booorreed," Kick complained from the recliner, laying with his back in the seat, one foot on the floor, the other hooked over the armrest, "I'm gonna die of boredom…"

"You can't die of boredom, dumbass," Keegan commented from the table, he was playing with a deck of cards, the loner, "The readers would gang up on the people writing this shit."

Kick rolled his eyes as he replied melodramatically, "It's not like people liked me that much anyways, they're always going on about how 'Keegan's sooo handsome!' 'Can Keegan have my babies?' or some shit like that, everybody knows if you died you'd be the sob fest of the century"

"Oh right, like Spitfire's not already bringing the sobfest on Tumblr," Keegan threw his phone at Kick, successfully hitting him in the face with it, "Look at that shit, it's so fuckin' angsty!"

Kick could only stare for a moment before his face turned into one of questioning, "You said we can't be killed but, from the looks of it we have a better chance at dying some cruel ungodly death than actually making it to the end of this chapter."

"So, instead of doing something productive you guys are passing the time by taking a wrecking ball to the 4th wall, really?" Monday stood there slightly unimpressed as she crossed her arms.

Keegan arched an eyebrow at her as he replied, "Right. Because laying in bed all day watching anime is so productive."

Monday shook her head, "I think you have me confused with Red, Keegs."

Keegan huffed as he turned to face the couch, "Probably because she uses you as a way to express her weeb feelings."

"She's not a weeb, she just likes that weird, fever-dream shit that is anime," Monday lifted her chin in exaggerated mock offense.

Keegan rolled his eyes despite nobody would see it, "You forgot that she actually invested in that weird book shit that you have to read backwards."

"That's a manga, Keegan," Monday said in exasperation, letting her arms fall to her sides as she looked up and sighed, "It's like a comic book only Japanese."

"Pfft, that you have to read backwards. And what about the panels how the hell do you know which one to read first? It might as well just be a regular book that jumps from different plot points for no reason," Keegan snorted.

"That's the Japanese part…" Kick commented blandly from his chair.

Keegan groaned, "Not you too, I might as well just crawl to my grave if we keep talking about this."

"Well, whether you crawl to your grave or not doesn't matter. You should probably just stop talking in general, the readers are probably freaked out by this whole chapter." Merrick chimed in, not bothering to look away from his keyboard.

"Well what do you suggest we talk about?" Monday demanded, walking over to the one free couch and plopping down.

Merrick rolled his eyes, "Something boring and serious, like how most stories about us are."

"Stories about us aren't boring," Keegan protested, "Serious, yeah, but boring? Please. With all the shit going down, there's always something interesting happening."

Monday rolled her eyes and pulled out her own phone. She unlocked it and swiped through a couple screens before tapping and pulling up an app. She turned around and walked out, staring intently at the screen.

Everyone watched her go in confusion and there were several long moments of silence, until Kick broke it, "Did she just ditch us for Pokemon Go?"

"It wouldn't be Monday if she didn't," Merrick said with a snort.

A moment later there was a loud squeal and the sound of someone running. Monday had found that a charmander was somewhere on base and was determined that she would catch it and it would be hers and she'd name it Squishy and it'd be her little Squishy.

"Y'know… Redster and Spitty are talking about bringing in the one-four-one, next time…" Merrick commented plainly.

"You mean the guys that smoke like five pounds of weed?" Everybody turned to look at Hesh who was still laying on the couch, "What?"