Summary: This is a short one shot about our Favorite Demolition Boys and their short friend Ian, I hope you like it! Read and Review!
Diclaimer: I dont own Beyblade and dont intend to sell it :(
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
(Groan) (7:00) (Must rise) (grrrrrr)
(Ian's POV)
I crawl out of bed immediatley tripping on somthing in my floor, falling and smacking my nose. Figures with all the mess in here id smack my nose on the "only" clear spot in here. I get up slowly. todays gonnna be a bad day I can just feel it.
I make my way to the hall, its really really quiet in the house. Too quiet. And realization hit me that Spencer had yet to come and check to see if im alive and awake. I make my way down the stairs, peering around the corner to the sitting room. The news is on tv, though it seems to be paused.
Bryans on the big sofa, paper open in front of him. Tala in the recliner, cofee cup raised to his lips. And Spencer is on the love seat, sprawled out, arms crossed over his face. Each one is not moving. Not even breathing and im freaking out.
"WAKE UP YOU ASS HOLES!"
Hmmmmm, no movment. Surley they would like to chase and pummel me into tiny specks of dirt? And yet they remain frozen? I storm to the front door, peering out side. No movment, not a leaf in the wind! Not shit!
"AHHH! THE APOCOLYPSE! Im the lone survior. I'll have to leave Russia, change my name! Horn-knee Papov! Yeah thats good. I wonder if there's other survivors? I'll have to find them. Take them all to saftey! And repopulate the Earth while trying to save it from the zombie and alien scum! There's no time to waste!"
I run out the door, and down the street! off to face my destiny!
(Normal POV)
Tala: (Blink) (Wolfish Grin) (Chuckle)
Bryan: (Blink) (giggle, giggle) Oh yeah we got him good! (Evil sneer)
Spencer: Guys arent you worried? He could get lost. Or arrested.
Bryan: (snort) Little Imp got what he deserved!
Tala: (eye-roll) Pranksgiving my ass! (Sips cofee) MMMMM! Vanilla.