Head vs. You

A Red vs. Blue drabble collection

By

EvilFuzzy9


"Look at me! Look at me!" exclaimed a man in blue armor. His helmet was noticeably from the outdated Mark 5 model, while the rest of his armor was a more up-to-date Mark 6. He was jumping up and down, wildly waving a Type-25 Carbine 'Spiker' in the air.

"Caboose...?" said a man in light blue armor with gold accents, peering over the ridge to see what the big fuss was about. He saw what the first man was doing, and sighed, quietly swearing under his breath. "Dammit..." he muttered. "Caboose! CABOOSE! Put that thing down! That is NOT a toy...!"

He made to cross the ridge and go down the hill to where Caboose was standing, but a second before he could step over the crest a spike of superheated, magnetically propelled metal ripped through the air right past his head.

It missed him by less than an inch.

"DAMMIT, CABOOSE!" the man swore much more loudly this time.

Caboose immediately dropped the spiker. "I didn't do it," he said. Naturally, the alien carbine went off again as soon as it hit the ground. This time the shot went right between Wash's legs, narrowly missing his groin.

Washington hissed a particularly violent oath under his breath, shaking his head. And every other part of his body, too, for that matter.

"Great..." he muttered to himself, too low for Caboose to hear. "I'm just glad these suits are self-cleaning."

"I didn't do that either," said Caboose. "That was nobody's fault."


A/N: Oh, Caboose. :3

Updated: 12-8-13

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