NUMBER SEVEN: DEATH BY GRENADE EXPLOSION

"Alright, cupcakes," a man in bright red armor announced, "We got ourselves a new recruit here. Treat 'em nice 'n respectful like."

Groose really didn't know what the fuck was going on. Apparently he had ended up in some sort of canyon inside of some sort of military base. To be honest, he was the only one without the armor. "Whoa, wait! Does that mean I'm not the rookie anymore?! Awesome!" some dude in pink armor exclaimed happily. Two guys, one in yellow armor and one in a deep rust armor, groaned. "Yes, Donut. You're not the fucking rookie. Now shut up," rust armor said. Groose decided to speak up, "Uh, why exactly am I here?" The guy in yellow armor turned to rusty, "Yeah, Simmons. Someone else wonders the EXACT SAME THING! Why are we here? Why are we in existence? Why-"

"Now shut your pothole, Grif!" the guy in red armor demanded. The guy in yellow armor, apparently named Grif, sighed, "Yes, Sarge..."

The only thing Groose could think was that these guys were a bunch of freaks. "Now," Sarge began, "Today's the day we go 'n take them Blues out. I got a good feelin' 'bout this recruit. Seems like a good shotgun driver for the Warthog."

... What? "You've got to be kidding me..." Simmons muttered, "He doesn't even have any goddamn armor." "Now, Simmons. That'll just show to them Blues that he's got so much experience that he's too good for all a that. That'll give them a niiice spook," Sarge explained. Donut looked towards Groose worriedly, "Um, I don't think that's a good idea sir-"

"No, it's a great idea. Right, rook?" Grif interrupted. Groose really didn't know what to say. What's a shotgun? "Now, fellas. Let's get to it." Sarge announced.

"Wait-right now?" "Yep. Now move it, cupcake."

No, they aren't freaks. They're fucking insane. As Groose climbed on what appeared to be the 'shotgun' of what was called the Warthog, Simmons took the wheel. "Okay, rookie. You only got one job here. Fire like hell. Got that?"

Groose quickly nodded his head and the vehicle took off into the field. He didn't know whether Simmons was trying to get there ASAP or just throw him off. In seconds, they had arrived to the Blue's base... But they were prepared. "Looks like they're here, Tucker," a guy in metallic slate armor said to the neon blue armored person next to him. "Just like we saw, Church," Tucker replied. "... Holy hell, this has to be the most coordinated we've ever been," Church said, getting something out of his belt. Throwing it towards them, it landed right in front of Groose, seemingly stuck to the floor. Simmons was silent.

"... SON OF A BITCH!"

He then ran out of the vehicle. Groose, on the other hand, was pretty damn confused. Soon, the thing started glowing...

KA-KRA-BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

It exploded in a huge blast.

All that remained in the shotgun seat was a pile of ash.

All soldiers present just stared. Simmons looked up to Church, who had been on the Blue base's roof. "... I was actually gonna shoot him when Sarge wasn't looking, but... That was satisfying."

Church looked a little confused, then got the idea, "Well, I think that guy would have been annoying for both of us."

This idea was actually done by me after watching 6 seasons of Red vs. Blue :D All I can say is... Church is the best. Hands down. And this just goes to show that ANYTHING can happen xD oh, I don't own anybody. Roosterteeth owns the entire Red vs. Blue series. Nintendo owns Groose. The only thing I own is this story :P