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"B-O-R-E-D!" Wyatt cried from the couch. Blaze growled in her throat from her arm chair in the living room of the castle. She threw down the nail file.
"Wyatt," she snapped. Wyatt's ears perked up and he rolled over onto his stomach to get a better view. "I cannot help it that it's too snowy outside to train. So, please, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Wyatt cringed as the air temperature rose a few degrees. "But Blaaaaaze!-"
"No. You've been bitching about it for the past three hours. Either shut up, or get out of my sight."
Wyatt sighed. "Fine." He said and jumped up from the couch. He wrapped a scarf around his neck and headed for the door. Blaze smirked and snuggled into the arm chair, flipping on the TV to watch Sponge Bob. While at first she'd been against the show, she'd secretly taken a liking to it. She'd often made fun of Wyatt for watching it at seventeen years of age, but now she knew that she was wrong. She often broke into giggles at Sponge Bob's childish antics, and Patrick often reminded her of Wyatt.
I knew you liked Sponge Bob! Wyatt's voice rang out in their telepathic bond. Blaze snarled and looked up with a hint of a blush on her face. Wyatt was laughing and hanging from a chandelier. Blaze growled.
"How'd you get in here? I thought you went out the door!" Blaze shouted at him.
"Teleported, duh." Wyatt said matter-of-factly. Blaze growled, and Wyatt got the memo. He teleported away just as a fireball slammed into the ceiling.
Wyatt appeared down on the beach, which was covered with snow. He sighed and pulled out his inter-dimensional teleporter. Time to see what was happening in the multi-verse…
… Sly Cooper snuck along the rooftop, safely hidden in the shadows. He slowly came out of his cover, and stood face to face with Carmelita Fox. Normally, he would be running by now, but tonight was different. As soon as they locked gazes, the rushed forward and kissed passionately. Their ears perked to a zap from behind them. They both turned their head and saw a red cat with a scarf sitting on the rooftop. His jaw hit the floor and he pointed at them.
"I KNEW IT! I KNOW THE TRUTH, SLY COOPER FANS!" he laughed like a maniac before disappearing again…
… Wyatt appeared in Anti-Wyatt's apartment. He happened to land on the couch. He was about to call out, when a loud noise from the bedroom stopped him. He perked his ears and listened:
"*Gasp!* Oh ANTI! YES! *moan* MORE! I want more!" a feminine British accent screamed from down the hall. Wyatt stared straight ahead, his right eye twitching.
"Nicole!" Anti-Wyatt grunted shortly after. Wyatt panicked and grabbed his teleporter, pressing a random button. He didn't care where he went; he just had to get THE FUCK out of here! He fell through the white matrix and into another living room, this one Shadow's.
"What are you doing here, Idiot?" Shadow snarled. Wyatt stood up and chuckled nervously.
"Oh, you know, being an idiot!" he replied. Shadow's brow furrowed, and he sighed.
"Why did you come here?"
"I pressed a random button, and ended up here!"
"Ugh…"
"Hey now, tall dark and gruesome! No need to be a Grinch!" Wyatt said, holding up his hands in defense. Shadow sighed and laid back on his couch. Wyatt twiddled his thumbs awkwardly.
"So… wanna do something?" he asked. Shadow slowly looked up at him.
"*Sigh* I know you aren't going to leave me alone until I agree, so what?" he growled. Wyatt smirked.
"Zombies?"
"I've no interest in video games."
Wyatt gestured to his inter-dimensional teleporter. "I wasn't talking about video games…"
Shadow smirked. "Now you're talking…"
(Five minutes later.)
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Shadow shouted angrily at him as they ran. Around and around they went, running from the massive horde of zombies on "Moon". They weren't actually in space yet; they were still back down on earth, running from the starting wave of hell hounds and zombies.
"'STAY HERE' YOU SAID. 'WE CAN TAKE THEM ALL OUT IF WE JUST KEEP RUNNING THE LOOP' YOU SAID!" Dempsey roared.
"YOU FOOL! YOU ALWAYS TAKE THE TELEPORTER THE FIRST CHANCE YOU GET!" Takeo shouted next.
"AND NOW IT VILL NOT BE AVALIABLE UNTIL VE DO DEFEAT ZHEM ALL!" Richtofen called.
"AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, WE HAVE NO BULLETS OR VODKA!"
"AW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND RUN!" Wyatt called back to them…
… Wyatt trudged back into the living room in his and Blaze's castle. He was covered in cuts, bruises, and claw marks, not from the zombies, if you know what I mean. He didn't say a word as he collapsed on the very same couch he'd been on this morning. Blaze raised an eyebrow and cuddled against him under the blanket. There was a Christmas special on TV of some sort, the fire was going, and there was hot chocolate.
"Still bored?" Blaze asked while watching the screen. Wyatt held her closer and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"Not just one bit?"
"Nope, I think I've had my share of fun today." Wyatt muttered. Blaze sighed and cuddled against him. Within minutes they both fell asleep…
AN: The teleporter thing will be one of the jokes used in the sequel- *Hint* *Hint* *Wink* *Wink*!