DISCLAIMER:
Bonnie the Shuppet belongs to SuperPaperWatt
Stanley Roberts *Supermask* Belongs to Supermask
Glummy, Callie the Mimkyu and Defective Dalek 100 belong to me
Deadpool belongs to Marvel Comics
QUESTION FOR MY RP BUDDIES:
Any of you remember the 200 Defective Daleks?
Chapter 1: MASK's Pathetic Remainders
It was another in the Fictopia Desert. It was blistering hot and a group of 200-somethings were doing whatever.
Bonnie the Shuppet sighed. She couldn't believe this was her life. Stuck in a desert with the psycho and snarky Deadpool, the nerdy Callie T. Mimikyu and the dim-witted Defective Dalek 100, all taking care of the senile Glummy. This was what the mighty superhero agency MASK had been reduced to...
She took another swig of whiskey.
"Yo. Stop getting drunk and help Glummy, jackass. Its time for her pills." Deadpool eyerolled at Bonnie. Bonnie sneered and went to do as asked.
"Anso...let's-a go!... Glimmy...grilled cheese sandwich..." Glummy muttered. Bonnie sighed and gave the Claptrap-TimeLord her pills.
"...Who are you?" Glummy squinted. Bonnie sighed and left. She went towards the door.
"I'm going on a supply run." She mumbled.
"Don't get another 20 bottles of alcohol!" Deadpool glared.
"Ge off my back, asshole!" Bonnie snapped, slamming the door.
"Man, what a ray of sunshine." Deadpool deadpanned.
"Cut her some slack, Deadpool!" Callie frowned. Deadpool rolled his eyes and went to take a nap.
At a graveyard...
Bonnie sighed as she put a rose on Stanley Roberts AKA Supermask's grave.
"Hey Stanley. It's the anniversary of the day we first met and I miss ya. I ...I hope you're in a better place..." Bonnie sobbed. She wiped her tears 20 minutes later and went to go get supplies for real. She sighed miserably.
"How the mighty have fallen..." She thought. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from the shadows...