Plan Six

Leave Skye and Jon alone on a dark and stormy night and try to scare Skye into Jon's arms

It was a dark and stormy night. Somewhere off in the distance, an idiot was laughing maniacally. Beside her, a masked man was putting on a skeleton costume.

"If Skye kills me on accident, I will come back and haunt your ass. You can bet on that." Rorschach told Morgan.

"Oh lighten up, she'll just dismember you again. You survived last time, did you not?" Morgan grinned evilly as she pulled the power switch, plunging the Rockerfeller Center into total darkness.

Off in the distance (again), someone screamed. Morgan's grin grew wider. There was no avoiding. Tonight, Jon and Skye would get together and have MAD PASSIONATE SEX! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Go now my minion! Scare Skye into Jon's blue arms! GO!" Morgan kicked Rorschach and he fell over onto his face. With an angry grunt, he stood up and stormed off into the darkness. All the while, he prayed to any god that he would come out of this alive.

Meanwhile...

"Have I told you that I hate my life?" Skye asked Jon as she sat in the middle of his bed whilst he worked on something. She didn't know what it was but it looked important. And expensive.

"At least you have one." Jon said without looking at her.

"Boo you whore." Skye responded before hopping off the bed. She really had to go to the bathroom but it was dark. And Jon was too busy.

I'll just have to grow a pair and go alone,she sighed as she opened the door and walked out into the black hallway. Why the walls were painted black? She'd never know but she would love to kill the interior decorator. Anyway, she crept down the hall, glancing around for any danger.

When she finally reached the bathroom, she froze. Something was watching her. Slowly she turned to see a skeletal...thing standing behind her.

"HOLY CHICKEN NUGGETS BATMAN!"

Back with Jon...and Morgan

The loud explosion caused Jon's project to fall onto the floor. Damn, he thought, Now I'll never be able to fix that waffle maker.

Shaking his head he left his room and came across Morgan who was dragging...something down the hallway. She smiled sheepishly as she passed. The thing she dragged emitted a groan and Jon noted that it was bleeding. Bleeding? Oh damn.

"Skye...?" Jon asked as he walked around the corner to see his lover clinging to the ceiling for dear life.

"Dude...I don't know if he was tripping on acid or some shit but Rorschach is stupid." She whispered.

"What did you do?" Jon asked.

"I...um...killed his face?" Skye said as she dropped down from the ceiling.

"You killed his face?" Jon repeated.

"He no longer has a face." Skye nodded.

Well, that was an interesting turn of events. Jon figured that since Walter never liked his face, it wouldn't be much of a loss for him. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around Skye's shoulder and they walked back to his room. There was no in Hell that she would be sleeping alone tonight.

Poor Rorschach...

"How do I look?" Rorschach asked as he unwrapped the bandages from his face. His response was Morgan laughing like a psycho on crack (a bad combination...trust me).

"You look horrible! There's no face! It's just...ick. You need a new face. Lucky for you, I know a good plastic surgeon."

Rorschach looked at her in question...wait he doesn't have a face. So he can't look or talk. Damn, that's bad.

"Don't worry, I never got plastic surgery but did you honestly think Skye's boobs were real? Pfft."

The poor vigilante decided it was a dumbass move to struggle as Morgan dragged him off to meet with her friend Dr. Frank N. Furter

Believe it or not, this has been sitting on my computer for about a year. Failure, right? But here it is. I hope you enjoyed it.

SN: How about that Rocky Horror reference eh? Haha.