How I met Dewbot
a one-shot by The Amycron, hope u like!
The consequences of throwing a soda can; the phrase never meant much to me. When I first heard it, my first thought was an awkward "Okay...?" Oh, well. I never really learned the meaning to the saying until a crazy thing happened to me one day. I was walking down a street, when down an alleyway I saw a Mountain Dew machine. I liked Mountain Dew, and I was rather thirsty, so I strolled up to the machine and inserted several quarters. All rejected. I groaned as all of the quarters fell out of the change dispenser. I really just wanted a Mountain Dew, was that too much to ask? I tried again, only coming with the same results. REJECTED! Angrily, I kicked the machine and turned around to walk away.
CLANG! "OW!"
Something hit my head! I turned around, reddening in the face from a mixture of anger and embarrassment- but nobody was there. I looked down at the missile that was so rudely projected at my head without warning by some invisible moron. It was a can of mountain dew...
I picked it up, and looked at it. It was just an ordinary can of soda, slightly dented from hitting my head. For all I knew, the thing dented MY head. I tossed it back at the machine and walked away, I wasn't thirsty anymore. It hit the machine square in the front.
CLANG! "WHAT THE?"
I whipped around, but nobody was there. Rubbing my sore head, I looked down. Another can of Mountain Dew.
So a soda dispenser was messing with me. This meant war. I picked up the can and turned my back to the machine, so it couldn't see me vigorously shaking the can. When my weapon of mass destruction was ready, I whipped around, probably startling the machine. I uttered the most epic battle-cry I could muster and let all heck loose on the Dew machine. The soda blasted like a fizzy firehouse on the front of the soda dispenser and dripped down the front. I began to laugh, because the scene was hilarious. Once again, I had made enemies with an inanimate object!
Well, what happened next made me re-think the last statement: I had made enemies with a not-so inanimate object.
Who knew that soda dispensers could transform into freaky alien things?
The thing looked at me angrily with weird brownish-red robot eyes... Creepy. I had majorly annoyed the crud out of it. I took some more steps closer to me, glaring me down. It got its ugly face too close for comfort, however.
So I let another shook-up can of soda loose in it's face.
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