A/N Sorry. I am absolutely a terrible person when is comes to procrastination. Anyway, no suggestions yet, so here is the next vanilla chapter! Enjoy, boi!
Pharaoh Man was going about his daily business, praising the sun (sorry, *ahem...* capitalized Sun), singing songs about the Sun, asking people about the Sun. He was really into it today! Nothing, not a thing was going to bring him down!
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WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM WITH BREAKING NEWS. =STOP= TODAY WITH BE THE RAINIEST DAY IN 17 YEARS OF THIS CITY! =STOP= WE RECOMMEND THAT EVERYONE STAY INDOORS AND LOCK UP TIGHT. =STOP= PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOUSES!
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Pharaoh Man was going about his periodical business, having major mood swings, crying, screaming, insulting, throwing fits of rage seemingly unprovoked. He was really out of it today. Nothing, not a thing seemed to cheer him up.
"It's not fair! The first day of freedom and it rains!? Of all them rotten luck, we get an unprecedented precipitation on day one! How mean can you get?" Pharaoh Man sobbed between shaky breaths.
"Oh, cometh hither, Phay. It's not so dismal," Consoled Sword Man. "We just have to wait. I bet this dark ol' rain will be gone before you know it!"
"DON'T. Call me Phay." He warned.
Sword shivered at his friend's actually pretty scary tone, but tried to make light of the situation. "Ha~rk! I have a grand idea!" Pharaoh Man didn't budge his state."Why not we play all those games of board in the closet space we claimed we would but never did because we had forgotten about them!"
Pharaoh was shocked beyond belief. A board game? What kind of silly, incompetent, out-of-the blue idea was that!?
"Fine. Let's play something." Sword was content at his friends compliance.
Sword Man opened the closet door at the end of the long, long hallway. Why was it so long? Nobody knew... But one thing was for sure: Sword and Pharaoh really didn't enjoy all of the dust coming from inside the closet. In fact, they hated it.
"COUGH COUGH KEH, ACH! WEEEEEEEZE!"
After swiping at the air for twenty or so minutes, the dust particles settled down. Since then, the box Sword Man was holding had become visible for the first time.
"Tricktionary?" Both bots were surprised. Who would choose out a game like this?
"Who would choose out a game like this?" Asked Pharaoh.
For a second, they thought. Then, they both looked at each other simultaneously and said "Shade Man."
The friends both sat across from each other at a small table. After reading a few instructions, they decided to begin playing their game. First Sword Man drew a card...
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After a few hours of intense stacking, slicing, flicking, shouting and arguing about who's turn it was, Pharaoh Man had reached the final square in the game.
"Ha ha ha! After I roll a 2 through 5, I will be crowned the ultimate Tricktionary Champion! Hi-yaaaaaaaaaaah!" He bellowed as he flung the dice, hitting Sword Man in the face.
It landed on 6.
Pure devastation. After all that hard work, blood, sweat, tears, and friendship. T'was all for naught. There were no words to describe himself at the time. It was just... Awful...
"Umm... Pharaoh, you are able to finish the game next turn..." Worried Sword, wondering what was truly wrong with his accomplice.
Pharaoh Man immediately stopped and picked the dice back up. "You are correct! Ha ha! I'm not all washed up yet, you rusted kitchen knife!"
"However," Sword started, "I still require to perform first." At the thought of this, Pharaoh man turned back to his depressed, maniacal, seething state. But in the midst of Pharaoh's confusion, Sword switched the dice to roll snake eyes.
"Oh, alas! It seems I ha-"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" And Pharaoh Man shot up, tore off Sword Man's only arm along with the dice and threw it, rolling a 3 and a hand.
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Sword Man had many things to say about his friends. Not just Pharaoh Man, but all of them. He thought great things of them. Wished good things upon them. Hoped their lives could be peaceful and fulfilling. But not at this exact moment. Most of the time, Sword Man was a cool, calm, collected gentleman who only spoke and acted the most polite, well-mannered, fathomable way. He always expected the best of all he knew, no matter how unprecedented or random. However, there comes a time in every robot's life where he must strangle his absolute best friend in the world for ripping his arm off. And, after much thought, Sword Man decided that this was his time of destiny. Of course, having only a sword to use on his other appendage, made for a very difficult and painful time for both of the two.
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After being repaired at the house's Auto shop, the good pair of buddies decided, after all...
Never to play a board game again. But, that was not of their concern at the moment. "Hark! The rain hath ceased!"
Sword ran out into the mud and Sun with his new best friend, Pharaoh Man.
And so, by the power of boredom and pouring rain, two Robot Masters became closer than any two completely non-homosexual robots could become.
-The end-
A/N Not THE end, but of this chapter, yes. Also, anyone who has any ideas for stories they would like to see in this fiction, as long as I write, I will always be open for suggestions. Anyway, see you later and Nantekodda! (Side note: did you catch that last joke? sun was capitalized.)
