Suburbia!
Chapter 1 - The Road Trip
Crammed in a very small luxury car, the 4 members of Dead Cell drove down the long greulling highway; destination? Their new home. They got tired of residing in the Big Shell (there was only ONE Strut with the bathrooms in it, so if you were in Shell 2 and had to go, tough luck!), and instead they decided to move to good old 'suburbia'. Unfortunately, they didn't plan their road trip very effectively, so all of them were pretty much crammed in the car (thanks to Fatman's...fat and Solidus's U.S Army power suit).
Fortune angrily shoved one of Solidus's tentacles away from her face for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "Solidus, keep your tentacles to yourself!" she sneered. She sat up front on the passenger's side of the car. Vamp was beside her, his hands clentched on the wheel for dear life because he had forgotten how to drive. Solidus and Fatman sat in the back seats, neither of them looking at eachother, but instead looking out of their windows.
"Which pedal makes the car go forward again...?" Vamp muttered "Oh yes, THIS one..." Fortune fixed her hair, as it was starting to get into her face, then lanced back at the two men behind her. They looked back at her; Fatman, like he was going to eat her whole, and Solidus, who looked at her like she was a mess on his nice, clean rug.
"Want to play a game or something? I think its going to take a while before we get there, so, better have the time fly..." she muttered. Solidus cocked an eyebrow at her, no interest whatsoever, as Fatman rubbed his hands together fiendishly.
"Alright! Let's play a game!! I plant a bomb, and you defuse it--!"
Solidus smacked Fatman in the head.
"Don't be a fool!" he growled "If you set C4 here, we'll all get killed!" Fatman blinked for a moment, then slowly pointed to the back of Fortune's seat. Solidus and Fortune watched his finger, which pointed directly at a neat cluster of C4 tied to her chair.
"You moron!" Fortune screeched. Fatman chuckled and shrugged innocently. "YOU wanted to play a game!" he giggled. Fortune pulled the C4 cluster off her chair as Fatman continued to laugh. She then rolled down her window, and threw the C4 out.
The explosives fell down towards the road, but it then suddenly got caught on the car's tire. It spun for a few moments, then jettisoned high into the air. "Problem solved." Fortune sighed proudly, rolling her window back up, as a transport truck behind them exploded and burst into flames. The two men in the back just glared at her, as Vamp began to spaz out about the windshield wipers not stopping their wiping motion.
A few hours had passed, and the car continued down the highway, the hot afternoon sun blazing down on the car, peeling the little paint it had left. Vamp was still at the wheel, trying to figure out what the F-E meter stood for. Fortune was looking out her window dully, Fatman was busy admiring his hands and asking them for their autographs, and Solidus was fast asleep.
"This trip is taking a lot longer than expected." Fortune sighed. "Do not worry, we will be there soon enough." Vamp assured her, eyeing the car's speed which was at a blinding 'zero'. "I guess you're right. Who's idea was it, anyways, moving us all the way out here?" Fortune asked. "...We did. You were at the meetings, remember?" Vamp replied, checking his fangs in the mirror.
Fortune responded with a faint "Mmm.", as she continued to look out her window at the still landscape.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, they had finally reached the city limits of their destination, and it was only 8pm! Vamp was so proud of himself that he kissed himself all over. Fortune was just glad that soon she'd be out of this car, Fatman was having conversations with his reflection in the window about current events, and Solidus was still asleep, dreaming of when he was president and did laps around the Oval Office.
"Finally here... now we can have a party!" Fatman laughed. Fortune jolted. "No! No parties!" she yelled, not looking back at him. "Alright, not like last time then, no bombs!!" Fatman sighed. Fortune nodded. "Alright. Party tomorrow night, to celebrate our new house. That is, IF we're done packing." Vamp nodded as well. "Yes, I can't feel my legs anymore, so tomorrow we can party until I cannot feel them again."
Soon enough, they had reached their street. Houses that looked a lot the smae but were different colours lined the dimly lit street. They slowly drove down the road, then pulled up into the driveway of the new home. "Is this the right house?" Fortune asked. "It has to be... it looks just like the one in the picture..." Vamp replied. "Yeah but-- they all look--"
But Fortune was interrupted by something. She could hear... muffled, andgry voices outside of the car, advancing closer, and closer to them. She turned to look out her window, and soon enough, so did the others (well, except Solidus...)... only to see a large crowd of people advancing towards them; wearing straw hats, and holding flaming torches and pitchforks.
"Excellent! A welcoming committee!" Vamp cheered. Fortune bit her lip, eyeing their angry expressions as they came more into view. "I don't think they're here to welcome us..." she said, as slowly but surely the group began to advance close enough they could lick the car if they wanted...