The Next chapter will see this story become a crossover, alright?
So don't look for it in HTF section.
Oh yeah, if you want to see where I am most of the time nowadays, I'm at Alternate History dot com as WienerBlut.
And Enjoy!
Toothy pulls the sheet off of his brand new car. Cuddles, Nutty, and Flaky glare in amazement. A wonderful bright red '58 Plymouth Fury appeared from under the sheet. "You like?" Toothy smirked.
"It looks like a candy cane!" Nutty exclaims.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Toothy mutters, mulling over what Nutty had said.
"Can I drive her?" Cuddles squeals, bouncing up and down from excitement.
"Her?" Toothy asks, bewildered.
"Yeah, I can just tell that she is a 'Christine'. Yeah, it's one of those feeling I get." Cuddles scoffs proudly. Toothy snickers.
"It's official, you are Christine!" Toothy laughs sarcastically. Cuddles was less than happy at the remark. The car beeped as well, and everyone glared at it.
Flaky gulps some air, and points shakily at the Red Automobile. "You did that, right Toothy?" she asks fretfully.
"Flaky, there's nothing to worry about, This car is older than most of our parents. It obviously has some faulty wiring, nothing to worry about!" Toothy assures the frightened porcupine. "But, since she is in my hands now, I won't let anything else happen to her!"
Suddenly one of the lamps above their heads falls on Christine's cabin, crushing everything inside. With a unanimous gasp, the four fall silent, save the soft whimpering coming from Toothy. Cuddles begins ushering himself and the other two outside, thinking aloud, "I think we should leave our beaver friend in peace."
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Disco jabs at his head of hair with a comb, puffing it up. "Ready to take my pic, honey?" Disco growls seductively at Petunia. Petunia scowls at Disco through slitted eyes. He tosses his head back, and his Afro, momentarily, the hair stays frozen in it's original position, before following his head backwards. With a brilliant flash, the pose was frozen, and it slowly rolled from the front of the camera.
Disco quickly ducks over and grabs the photograph, catching it between his fore finger and thumb before it hit the ground. He looks inquisitively into the photograph, picking every detail apart with his eyes.
"Groovy!" He smirks. "Check it out!"
"No." she grunts
"Fine, Honey, but I garantee you'll be begging for pics of me on my comeback tour." Petunia flips out her phone.
"Hello, Security, I'm being harrassed by Pedobear." she paused, and somebody mumbled into the phone on the other end of the line. "Thanks Tod!"
Disco turns to behold a larger Lion standing behind him. "You has no chance, Pedobear."
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Sniffles glares at Disco Bear sitting on the curb, sulking. "Are you alright?" He asks.
"I guess so, although a bunch of lions beat the shit out of me outside the mall." He moans as if Sniffles wasn't there.
"Sorry to hear, but you look fine." Sniffles examines.
Disco bear suddenly perks up, whips a photo out of his pocket.
"I got a picture of myself today! You wanna see? Here it is!" He blurts out.
"Was this after the beating or was your little BDSM fetish to much for you to handle?" Sniffles asks sarcastically. His humour was lost on Disco. When Disco turned the photo, he saw a bloody, black and blue version of himself.
Toothy walks up from behind Disco, peering over the bear's should at the picture. "Disco, that's exactly why I discourage BDSM. Although I like their leather."
"I took this picture half an hour ago. And I am not into BDSM." Disco explains to the purple beaver.
"Than you need to sue your photographer." Toothy suggests with a wave of his finger.
"How long were you in Zweistadt, Toothy? You've turned into a Hyperactively Conservative Communist." Sniffles asks.
"Where the hell did you pull that mouthful from?" Disco asks.
"It's written above his head in bright letters, can't you see them?" Sniffles grunts. It was not evident whether it was his dry humour or a serious thing.
"Well then..." Disco says, rolling his eyes. The Three reexamine the picture. Toothy then grabs a chunk of Disco's Afro, and tears it out of his scalp. The Bear flinches, but the chunk removed by Toothy is hastily replaced by a replica of the original. In the picture, the Chunk of hair ripped out was evident on the Disco Bear of that reality.
"Wierd." comes a voice from behind them. It was Scott Winters. He never appeared at any major events around town, and was hence rarely seen by a lot of the citizens. This was ironic, considering he was a reporter for the Acorn times. He flicks his bangs away from his eyes with his hand. His Skull necklace jangled in the breeze. "So this is Disco Bear with a BDSM Fetish?"
"I'M NOT INTO BDSM!" Disco explodes.
"Alright. Either way, I'm doing a story on an eccentric guy who just came into town. See y'all later." Scott says with a devious smile. He walks a few moments, before he runs smack dab into a red Plymouth Fury. "Toothy, what the hell is you car doing in the middle of the path?"
"Why the hell didn't you look both ways before crossing the street?" Toothy barks mockingly.
"It's a sidewalk, Toothy." Scott retorts.
Well, it's a short chapter, but I really need to update this. If your OC is not used in the next chapter, don't sweat.
Until next chapter,
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