Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I never will.
Cyborg began-
It was a cold windy night. Roy wandered the streets, hungry and frozen. He started down a street he had never been down before. The lights were out in all the houses- all except one.
Roy knocked on the door of the lighted house. He didn't expect anyone to answer. No one ever answered for a grubby orphan.
The door opened. A small woman stood in front of him.
"Well? What do you want, boy? I haven't got all night, and it's freezing as it is." She asked him coldly.
"Please miss? I'm hungry! Could you spare a bowl of stew? Please miss!" Roy wanted to know.
The woman sighed. "Normally I wouldn't do this. One bowl- then out you go!"
"Thank you miss! I'm grateful!" Roy thanked.
She led him in and to a table. She then put a small bowl full of cold stew in front of him. He ate it quickly.
"Please, miss? Can I have some more?" he wanted to know.
"Who are you? Oliver Twist? No, now leave. You wanted a bowl, not two. Out! Now!" the woman spat.
Roy ran out of the house. He was still starving, but it had been lessened a small bit.
Roy began to look around for a place to sleep. He found a place by a trash pile.
The next morning, a storeowner found the carcass of a dead frozen boy. He gave him to the gravedigger.
The digger dug a small grave for the boy. On the grave, he put REQUIESCAT IN PACEM, HEAVEN BLESS THE YOUTH THAT HAVE BEEN TAKEN.
But every night, in that town, a small boy goes from door to door, asking for food.
If a house owner would try to give him food, he would simply disappear into thin air. He still wanders those streets today, begging for food.
Poor Roy is always freezing, always hungry. Always begging, always wandering.
Terra let out a small snore. BeastBoy nudged her awake.
"Wha-what did I miss?" Terra blinked her eyes.
"Ha-ha! Only the whole story!" BeastBoy burst out laughing.
"That's not funny BB! Robin tell him he is wrong!" Cyborg fumed.
"Uh, what? Sorry Cyborg, I kind of snoozed off after 'It was a cold and windy night.' How much did I miss?" Robin yawned.
"Not funny! Better that your brother kill brother!"
"Cyborg, control your anger. Yes, your story needed serious improvement," Raven stated.
"IF YOU THINK IT NEEDED SO MUCH IMPROVEMENT, WHY DON'T YOU TELL YOUR STORY ALREADY? HUH? I'M WAITING FOR AN ANSWER!" Cyborg was red with anger.
"Okay then. If you insist. Get comfortable. I must concentrate." Raven told him.
"Ooh! This is going to be good! I mean, it's Raven! My story will be better though..." Terra stretched.
"Right! Go Raven! You da girl! Oh yeah!" BeastBoy carried on. He only stopped when Terra smacked the back of his head.
And so, Raven began.
"This is a story about a girl who was desperate. I suggest you listen, for I won't be starting over. Now, then..."
