Author Comments: Well, this is my first fanfic... If you review, you can criticize, but please let it be constructive... Just no flames. Hope you enjoy it.
Final Mission: Everyday Life
Chapter 1: Coffee Problem
Pacing in the halls of the old battered Great Fox, a very bored and tired Fox heard the familiar, yet still startling hiss of a hatch opening.
He jumped and turned around, expecting danger.
His instincts (which he trusted all the time, thanks to Peppy), made him fire off a blast from his gun, which, luckily, was set to stun.
A terrified Slippy emerged from the hatch, stunned, but not harmed. The immobilized toad began to regain feeling in his limbs.
"Ack! Why do I feel so stiff?" asked Slippy, surprised and confused.
Fox let out a sigh of relief. "What do you want, Slippy?"
"Uh, well... I wanted to tell you that all the main systems are offline due to an unfortunate... mistake, so I'll be steering."
Fox's jaw dropped. "You? Steering? ...we're all gonna die..." whimpered a bewildered Fox.
"You'd better believe it!"
This scared Fox even more, as he was sure Slippy had heard his last sentence.
"...okay...?"
The green toad started for the control room, humming to himself. Fox started to follow, then realized nobody on the ship could steer the Great Fox any better than Slippy, which was pretty sad.
Fox left to cook some pancakes in the kitchen.
When he entered, he was engulfed in a foul spray of nasty coffee.
"Blah! That's the worst tasting coffee I've ever tasted! Falco! Get me some better coffee!"
Peppy drained what little was left in the cup and not on Fox into the sink.
An infuriated Falco stomped over to the coffee maker and poured a cup, then spooned what looked like a pound of sugar into it. He then gave the cup to a seemingly content Peppy.
"Ack! Way too bitter!" Peppy shouted furiously at Falco, who was in an equally bad mood.
Fox slowly inched toward the coffee maker. When he got there, he replaced the coffee filter and put fresh coffee in. A few minutes later, he poured a cup and added sugar and creamer, and then handed it to Peppy.
"I'm not drinking that! It's got your fur in it!"
"That's it!!! I'm leaving!" A terribly annoyed Falco stormed away.
Fox also left, but to take a shower instead of taking off in an Arwing. When he tried the bathroom door, it wouldn't open.
Fox looked disapprovingly at the door.
"Who the heck would be in my bathroom?" No answer, of course.
He rapped on the door again. This time, it creaked open, revealing... a Fox plushy toy.
"What the heck? What's that doing in here?"
He picked it up, and examined it carefully, finding nothing but a tag with "This is Krystal's plushy" scribbled on it.
His shower forgotten, Fox walked back to the mess hall, carrying the plushy.