A/N: *starts playing Gangnam Style* Opp-Opp-Opp-Opp... Oppa Gangnam Style! Welcome to the first ever chapter update I've done in the five months or so that I've been gone from FFN. Hope you like ^_^


Up in Arms

Ch.1

Angus the green rabbit rested on the couch in his crummy apartment, the one he'd been given after his was wrongfully evicted from his home by canons. His snore was loud enough to wake a sleeping bear. Money was tight for him; his job didn't pay much, so he could only rent a low-maintenance apartment on the south side of town. He hated the way he was being treated, and he promised himself to do something about it.

A knock on his door awoke him, and he groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Who's there? If it's the landlord, I don't owe you money till' next month." His heavily Scottish accent echoed through his room as he cleared the cobwebs from his head.

"It's Fiachrius," a voice yelled through the door. "Get your head straight, pal; it's time for us to go!"

Angus stretched his arms and made his way over to the door. He opened it and was met with the sight of a gray schnauzer with blue ears and paws who was standing in the hallway on the other side. "Could you be any louder? You're gonna wake half the freaking building."

"Only way to wake you up nowadays," replied Fiachrius. "Let's go. Jericho and Midnight are on their way. You know what to do, right?"

Angus nodded, walking down the hall with his partner. "It's quick in-and-out operation that shouldn't take us more than a few minutes. It shouldn't go stale if you remembered to take care of the cops."

"Don't worry. They'll be the least of our worries."

They eventually left the apartment, standing at the curb as they waited. The streets were, as usual, empty. OCs couldn't afford cars because of money problems, and since the canons and generics were the only ones driving, the streets were almost always baron like this. A car sped down the road and drove over a puddle, drenching the two OCs in water.

"Fuck OCs!" Toothy laughed at them from the window as they sped away with the driver.

Fiachrius glared in that direction. "One day. I'll kill that beaver."

"Oh, you'll have that chance soon enough," replied Angus.

Soon another car approached from down the road, and they were cautious in case it was another canon driving. Their expectations dropped when it instead slowed to a stop in front of them. The window at the drivers' seat lowered, revealing a purple fox/wolf hybrid behind the wheel and a black panther riding in the passenger's side. "You two ready?"

Fiachrius and Angus sat in the back. The green rabbit picked up an auto-pump shotgun that was lying on the floor and began to load it up, while Fiachrius packed a magazine into an Uzi submachine gun, locking a bullet in the chamber. Eventually they slowed to a stop in front of the Tree Town Central Bank.

"This is it," said Midnight, the panther, her Lee Enfield in her hands. "We go in, hold the place, get the money, and get out. Shouldn't be too hard, right?"

"The police are out of the picture," said Fiachrius. "Their cars are sabotaged."

"Then it should go smoothly if no one's a member of the NRA," said Jericho, the fox/wolf hybrid. He was brandishing a Desert Eagle. "I rather not get shot at while we're in there."

"I think we should worry more if Flippy's in there," said Angus.

"Right… I forgot about him."

After donning their masks, the OCs got out of the car and approached the bank. Angus kicked open the door, and Midnight struck the nearest canon—Sniffles—with the butt of her Lee Enfield, the anteater falling down to the ground with a bloody nose. She then fired a shot at the ceiling, and immediately, everyone inside—mainly canon characters—ducked in fear of getting shot.

"Y'all know the drill," she yelled; "Cell phones off and everyone on the ground."

The canons did as they were told, turning off whatever electronic devices they had with them before having them confiscated by Angus and Fiachrius. They lay on the ground, fearful of what the OCs would do next. Sniffles was unconscious from the strike the gruff Scottish rabbit had given him. Jericjo aimed his handgun over towards Petunia, who was standing behind the teller counter, "Hands up, canon, or I shoot."

Petunia kept her hands in the air, afraid of the robber's actions. Angus looked around the bank lobby, seeing the lack of a green bear in military uniform. "At least he's not here. This heist would've been over before it started."

Midnight scoffed, "I could've taken him."

"Sure you would," said Angus.

Fiachrius and Jericho stood guard at the front, making sure everyone complied with their orders, while Angus and Midnight ran off into the vault to get what they came for. They were both carrying duffle bags around their backs to load the money in. Inside, they began placing the cash into bags, as much as their hands could carry at one time. Within minutes, half the money that was originally in the vault was gone.

"How much do ya think we have?" asked Midnight.

Angus smiled. "Hell if I know. But it sure is a lot. Enough to keep us going for a while."

"I'll say… Let's get back to the others before the canons decide to fight back."

"I'm right behind you."

They hurried back to the lobby, the money now in their possession. They saw Fiachrius and Jeriocho didn't have any problems. The canons hadn't moved since they announced they were going to rob the place. It made Fiachrius laugh a bit inside, seeing how the mighty canons were reduced to listening to the OCs for a change.

"Did you get it?" the schnauzer asked.

"We got a lot of it," said Midnight. "All that's left for us is to get the hell out of here."

Angus looked at the group of canons and yelled to them, "It's been fun, canons! But I'm afraid this is where we make out leave! But I really do hope we meet each other again!" He fired another shot at the ceiling for the fun of scaring them.

The four OCs hurried out of the bank with their newly acquired loot. They got into their getaway car and sped away from the area.


Despite the new canon bias against OCs, Flaky couldn't bring herself to hate her brother, Pine, even if they he was an OC himself. The two twins shared a bond, and Pine had always been there for her, so she needed to do the same for him.

Pine didn't need any dandruff shampoo like his sister, seeing as he didn't have the stuff in his quills. The dandruff-less porcupine went through the grocery store, picking up anything as he went along, ignoring the stares from canon characters around him. He made his way to the front counter, all the stuff he needed having been gathered.

On his way, he came across two rabbits, both with baby yellow fur. "How's it going, Limit and Bunny? You two been living well?"

"Since when do OC's live well nowadays?" replied Limit, looking away from a magazine he was reading.

Pine couldn't argue. "So, what magical law has 'Mayor Lumpy the Moron' passed through this time?"

"So far, he's just raising taxes on us. I'm surprised he isn't calling for an OC witch-hunt."

Bunny elbowed her older brother in the ribs. "Don't jinx us. That could be the next thing he passes."

"I highly doubt it," said Pine. "He can't risk it. Not yet, anyways. For a career idiot, he can be clever at times."

Limit looked at Pine, a look of uncertainty on his face. "So what do we do, then? We can't keep living here if this stuff's gonna keep happening."

Pine shrugged. Honestly, he had no idea. "Well it won't be easy getting out of town with 'riot patrol' cops roaming the streets at night. Maybe someone will think about taking a stand against the canons."

"You really think that'll happen?"

"Someday, hopefully. Just not today."


A/N: I am very rusty at story telling. If your OCs were not in this chapter, they will most likely be in the next. Trust me, I'm trying to get everyone's in and create a wonderful story for you all to read. So, I promise, I'll do my best to get everyone's in. I swear on my... Halo Reach (because I don't have Halo 4 yet). Anyway, have a happy Thanksgiving.

~Brony1Delta