Chapter 1- S.N.A.F.U
They were the elite, the best, the specialists. When they were called, it was a definite S.N.A.F.U. Each and every one of them were handpicked from the army. They had no ties to the outside world and thus had no desire to leave the protective confines of the base. Outside of the base, they didn't exist. No birth certificates or marriage licenses existed for them. They were invisible. They were trained extensively and experienced the dregs of humanity early on in their life. They killed without batting an eyelash, infiltrated seamlessly, studied, noted and acted.
They were good.
And some were great.
S.N.A.F.U means: Situation normal; all fucked up.
Author Notes: So this is the super secret fic I've been working on. I got the idea from a really weird dream I had and it's basically a sort of Crackpast on Johnny's part. Trust me, it's definitely NOT what you think. Yes, it will be confusing... really confusing but, hopefully, in the end it all makes sense.
I'm on Chapter 6 at the moment! The first pre-written fic I've done!
Many thanks to Androgynous Napkin for Betaing! Check out her stories, especially her Pep/Squee (mmmm... Pep/Squee gargle)
Oh yeah, I don't own Johnny but I do own Wendy, Oliver, George, Timothy and whatever other characters show up in here... Blah.