Author's Note: Hello, this is PenGator3 with a new piping hot chapter of 4Kids Does Team Fortress 2 here.
Sanzo: Hot, ehh? The only thing I find hot here is your leather pants!
Dominique: Jokes on you, Sanzo; I don't even wear any underwear at all. (a song pops up out of nowhere as Dominique starts to dance)
I'm not wearing underwear today
No, I'm not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still none the less I gotta say
That I'm not wearing underwear today
Girl: Getta job
Dominique: Thank you, honey; anyways, onto the disclaimer: Team Fortress 2 belongs to Valve!
Now, Porkbelly was the place where the initial impact of the mercenaries' competition bore it's brunt of the attack particularly as such this morning. The weather outside was not frightful for the temperature was so delightful, it didn't matter where people go even with the presence of white snow; of course, it was still cold. The golden sun was still shining on the creations of civilizations, looking down on them all with a sad outlook even though it was free from the snow white clouds. Buildings stood up tall and proud while roads and streets bowed down before them. A few cars and a bicycle or two passed by signifying an urban jungle complete with the hustle and bustle from midday crowds. Somehow, these innocent days that was once more relaxed in the modern days of right now and then was stripped away along with its purity as it was dead quiet that late morning as a bright orange minivan driven pulled up in the open yet quiet side of the road to somewhere (seemingly) important: a hospital. What had made it a moment filled with such dread was the fact that at least four people and a dog stood out as their presence started to emerge from the automobile; somehow it seemed to be a reasonable conjecture that they were but only a family, serving as some sort of a brilliantly logical explanation for why that van was here.
The identity of the driver was revealed to be a man of an uptight stature and background. He wore a sweater that had the color of the brilliant green over the cheese color tee shirt that were both on the wearer's torso as such. The man had blonde hair on his head just like Sanzo except that it was of a lighter shade and wavy, in contrast to the mood that was currently in place concerning the sudden change of events since that fateful morning. He had on a decent pair of pants that were brown like the beautiful earth on his legs and black loafers that resembled the colors of the void itself on his feet. The man's solid irises were almost akin to that of being made from the vast and magnificent ocean but filled with sorrow and anger mixed together like a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard. There was also a fair share of freckles on his otherwise clear and vibrant face even though that no one attempted to care at all anyways.
On the other side of the man was a passenger and the identity turned out to be a woman that shared the same respectable background the former had. She wore a uniform that was blue just like the driver's iris except that it was darker along with a matching skirt worn to a hilt. The woman had brunet(te) hair on her head like the color of the man's pants except that it was of a lighter shade and clearly sharp like a girl scout cookie. Right around her neck was a pearl necklace that remained resting below a fire red necktie wrapped comfortably in place all at once as well. The woman's irises were made of teal but filled with shock and outrage mixed together with the potential to move heaven and earth as a power to unravel the cause of such dread. She also had been wearing some earrings that were dipped in the same color as the necktie and her high heels on her feet.
Then, the attention was now focused on two teenagers behind those adults whom aside from being a pair of redheaded girls in lab coats had their fair share of physical differences. For starters, one of them had blue eyes shining like of sapphire gemstones protected by square bifocals while the other had a bright(er) emerald in her irises framed by a pair of crescents. Secondly, one was wearing her hair to be straight as an arrow with a starry barrette on top whereas the other was long and curly as it can be even with the crescent barrette in place. Next, the starry redhead had a baby blue shirt with a star in the epicenter just matching it above with a black skirt whereas the curly redhead had a yellow shirt with a moon on it matching her barrette with some baggy jeans. Lastly, the starry girl had Mary Janes on her feet whereas the moony one wore sneakers instead.
Lastly, there was just a brown dog that stepped out of the minivan right next to the girls for an obvious reason; little was known about it anyway since it was just at that.
Nevertheless, after such a frantic frenzy lasting for what had appeared to be at least standing that the edge of forever, they all had reached the destination which the orange minivan brought them to. The people then rushed into the building with desperation filling the system that had belonged to them all at once, a classical work of art that is free to use by anyone as they please. With the paperwork in place and rational logic being used delicately, all that could be done was to bide some little bit of time in the waiting room time that could be useful for him to try and clear things up; true to its term, there were many others that had a fair share of misfortunes prior to arrival. The party of five just sat there impatiently in the waiting room as their weary eyes were filled with dread with the identical question brewing in his mind.
Within almost a half-hour later, an answer was just around the corner as the indigo rabbit had glanced up when the doctor came out. The individual was dark skinned like the dead of night itself but had no intention fixated on defying the earliest code set by the pioneering ancestors that wore same brand name job. The doctor had golden eyes yet they were protected by crystal shaded eyewear over them; however, a tiresome stare that the people had was shared as well. A white lab coat was draped over the torso along with a ferric pendant and undershirt from beneath only buttoning the upper body as it revealed a dark brown sarong rendering its gender to be female. She even had some silvery hair that showed to be a bit resembling of the former color it had used to be in the past despite looking overall vibrant. Her hands were wrapped in a rubbery cherry grip as it had been matching the boots on her feet very well.
"Where's my boy?" the auburn businesswoman asked with just only fear overtaking her overall emotions all at once this instant. The doctor had then responded, feeling dazed and confused by that tone, "huh?'' "Did you not hear me say WHERE'S MY BOY?" the brunette had soon raised her voice with anger for everyone else to hear her loud and clear, "his name is Johnny Test, he's my son; look it up!" "I'll just explain what happened," the doctor had cringed with fear along with the others that are present nearby. It was clearly evident that the auburn businesswoman had seemed to have started to lose control of the situation and responded bluntly and darkly with one simple word, "good…!" For a while, almost everyone seemed to have looked at them with shock and awe like this were but a movie they were all starring in, a drama to be precise that was unscripted and impromptu like life itself imitating art and vice versa; afterwards, it got quiet once again, allowing the doctor to show them the room that the aforementioned patient was in nearby. "Do you wanna see him?" the doctor spoke after pausing for a second before stopping at the door and opening it, "he's right in this room."
The door was opened, and the identity of the patient was revealed: a little boy wearing only but a mere hospital gown laying neatly on a stretcher, sleeping in heavenly peace. The eyes were closed as if he was unconscious; in fact, it was perhaps obvious the whatever Johnny had suffered was perhaps with only an utter lack of mirth and an abundance of extreme displeasure. More descriptively, he too was also blond like the man in front leaving the people wanting to cry while seeing him like this.
"Now would be a good time to explain what happened," the man had spoken placing his hand on the woman's shoulder out of sympathy as she started crying softly at once, "is my boy alright?" "Your son's alive... barely; but, still alive," the old doctor squeamishly explained to the two adults whom were present and accounted for at once. Hearing this had made the younger woman wail emotionally and instinctually, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BARELY?" "W-well, allow me to explain," and the good doctor did, "some kids who claimed to be Johnny's classmates came in with your son just earlier what I could tell from he was shot at, riddled with glass, and trampled; other words, he lost a lot of blood from the ordeal.'' "W-what; just by riding the bus?'!' the younger woman yelped as her brain was racked with shock and outrage upon hearing the grim details of it all at once. The doctor undauntedly continued nonetheless, "actually, their teacher had explained that when he heard to see what the commotion was going on about, he remembered seeing a passing train or two manned by a group of male sharpshooters firing their guns at each another with reckless abandon in front of them and how some stray bullets ended up killing their driver and wounding three of his students; so, the man drove over here and told us to call you. Surely, I've seen and heard of reports involving kids getting injured and killed by gun related accidents now and then on the news; but, I've never seen a kid hurt this badly especially by a bunch of men. I just don't even understand what's up with the world we live in nowadays; people used to say that Porkbelly was just a quiet neighborhood but now it seems there's no such things as a quiet neighborhood anymore now.''
"Th-th-th-those men… THEY'RE DEAD MEN!" another voice had hollered with anger over hearing about who were the cause of the boy's misfortune at once that was shrilly than the two women that were present. Noticing the source of such anger coming from the moony redhead nearby himself, the blond man had meekly pleaded to her briefly, "Marianne, please calm down." "Oh really," the named redhead Marianne sarcastically shouted with justified fury, "IT SEEMS THAT MOM DIDN'T CALM DOWN EARLIER!" "Well, look on the bright side Mary: at least Johnny is still alive," the starry redhead looked at the other one with fear but nevertheless placed her hand on the latter's shoulder valiantly. Each moment of sight and sound intermingling together was like witnessing an act of barbarism and being unable to do anything else no matter what, causing Marianne or in this case Mary to say, "Who... whoever did this... WILL GO TO HELL!" "Normally, I wouldn't think of the same thing, but," her father commented as he walked over towards the bed and examined his son all over, "my boy." "Father... I can't look at this anymore!" the starry redhead said with sorrow and pity with tears welling up in her big blue eyes. The mentioned patriarch turned to his daughters noticing tears forming in her eyes, "you don't have to; but, I just hope he won't be put into a coma."
"Mr. Test,'' the doctor spoke calmly to the man at once before she started to leave the room, "he'll be fine, you just need to pray and wait." "Understood; just do everything you can," said Mr. Test stared down sadly to meet the others' tear filled gazes quickly like they were bulletproof windows in an aquarium. The doctor responded to the family, "don't worry, your son's in our care, but I do suggest getting him some bed rest and fluids soon right after he checks out; in fact, I will make sure that this hospital will keep in touch if any new developments ever come up at once." "I'll keep that in mind," the father said before turning to his family once again, "let's go."
Afterwards, they reached the family van as Mr. Test started it up and took the driver's seat once again. The wife sat next to her husband while the girls and their dog followed afterwards in the backseat from whence they came, the motor revving back to life as jet black carbon monoxide flowed out of the tailpipe and entered into the fresh air once more. With only one foot on the brake pedal, the man had put the gear shift from park to reverse, slowly pulling out from the parking space and onto the street; then, the brakes were stomped on again as the gear shift was now switched from reverse to drive. As a result, the wheels were in motion once again as Mr. Test drove his family out of the hospital as quickly as possible; needless to say, the entire family was asking a lot of questions in their minds concerning Johnny in the light of recent events.
Author's Note: Well, there you have my friends: another chapter of 4Kids Does Team Fortress 2 well served to you perfection; to be fair, that was kind of short but at least the quota here has been made already.
Sanzo: Hmph...
Dominique: What's wrong?
Sanzo: Oh, it's nothing; I'm just tired anyway...
Dominique: Yeah, me too; let's go to bed already. Until then, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
