Ch.9: Video Games
Call of Duty
"I hate first-person shooter games!"
Danny's tried to say something to his steaming friend but nothing would come out of his mouth. There was too much laughter drowning everything else down. A few tears slipped down the ebony-haired boy's face as he tried to calm his laughing. A pain in his stomach was starting to make his laughter shorter but he continued just as hard.
Face drawn in anger, Jason began to randomly press buttons to figure out how to play the stupid game. His weapons arsenal kept coming up though, blocking the view of the map he was on. When he wasn't gazing at his giant armory, he was usually getting shot, respawned, and then shot again. When he did manage to move around a little bit, he always fired off his gun on accident and drew others to his location, managing to get himself shot yet again.
Since Danny had long since mastered the game, he found the entire thing extremely hilarious like the uncompassionate being he was.
Turning on his friend, Jason angrily shouted "Shut up, you bastard! It isn't that funny!"
Danny cried harder when he saw Jason get shot again. His voice began to fade away, laughing too hard for any actual sound to come out of his mouth. His face began turning blue as he tried to get air back into his lungs, fist banging on the arm of the couch. Somehow, he managed to get some air into his lungs, returning the color to his face. "Y-You o-own a dozen guns! How can you not play a first person shooter game?!"
"It's different!" Jason yelled, trying in vain to get his avatar to move a decent distance before he pressed another button that opened his arsenal again. "You press buttons on a game, not pull the fucking trigger! And who can carry that much shit at one time?! In reality, it'd weigh a ton and you wouldn't be able to get anywhere! AND YOU CAN'T FUCKING RESPAWN IN REAL LIFE!"
Danny giggled to himself on the opposite end of the couch, hiding his heated face in his arms. When he had finally managed to calm himself all the way down, he peeked his head out of his arms just in time to see Jason's character run through some bushes and, promptly, fall off the side of a cliff. As it fell, the body went limp in midair.
Jason's mouth fell open as he respawned. Danny stayed quiet for a full minute before his laughter came back, full force. The blue-eyed man flipped onto his back, resting against the arm of the couch, and let his head dangle off the side of the sofa. His arms held his middle, trying in vain to ease the wonderful ache in the pit of his stomach. His feet kicked the air in a desperate attempt to release some energy from his body.
The other blue-eyed male glared at his friend from the corner of his eyes before he grabbed Danny's foot and pushed him upwards. With a yelp, Danny slipped off the arm of the couch and onto the ground with a loud yell of pain as he landed partly on his back and partly on his head. There was a hurt groan before Danny resumed his giggle fit.
Jason scowled, directing his eyes towards the ceiling as he mumbled a few dozen curse words under his breath. It only deepened when the match ended and his stats said he had made no kills but managed to die seventy-nine times in ten minutes.
Batman: Arkham Knight
Jason glared at the screen in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, frown settled firmly on his lips. His feet were propped on the coffee-table in front of him, one crossed over the other. He slouched in his seat, looking like the complete essence of an angry, sulking teenager. Turning his blue eyes towards Danny, who was having fun setting up the game, he asked "Why, of all games, this one?"
Danny giggled darkly and shrugged. Briefly, his eyes flickered over to Jason's unhappy ones before being drawn back to the screen, where the game was just starting. The ebony-haired man bounced in his seat excitedly. "I dun know. Thought it'd be fun. And come on, the Batmobile looks frikkin amazing in this game!"
Jason reached up to rub his aching head, wondering if he was ever going to bother stirring up some revenge for the other (because he still couldn't remember most of what happened the night he got drunk but Danny swore on his life that that had been one of the worst nights of his life).
The rational part of Jason's mind knew that Danny didn't know he was Red Hood. The irrational part of his mind had a feeling Danny was an undercover criminal of some sort and knew every single solitary detail about his life, including his other alias's, and that this game (which he thought he looked terrible in) was just another way to tick him off and reveal his identity.
…then the rational part of his mind laughed and laughed and laughed because idiot Danny? A criminal? Where had that bogus crap come from to begin with?
Danny cackled in his seat, finally diving into the actual game and skipping through all the story parts to get to the fun part. He jittered excitedly in his seat, ready to take down all the criminals of the game and then take down the Red Hood (whom Danny wished was with him at the moment but knew the chances of that happening were practically zero).
This dream of just taking all the criminals down without any trouble was brutally crushed three minutes later and Jason laughed very much in the fashion Danny had when Jason couldn't figure out how to play Call of Duty for the life of him.
A couple hours, cheat-codes, hacks, and walk-throughs later, Danny was coming up to the part where he knew Red Hood was going to pop out and try to kill him. Jason was waiting impatiently for said event to happen in the next seat over, grinning at the screen like an idiot. Both were tense with varying emotions.
Just as Danny was about to look up where exactly Red Hood was going to suddenly try and kill him, the anti-hero was suddenly trying to end his life and Danny couldn't help the scream that escaped his throat as he panicked, moving himself around on the screen like an idiot.
Jason had also screamed before laughing, getting up, and bouncing on the couch excitedly. "GET HIM, HOODIE! COME ON! KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, JASON! I DON'T KNOW WHAT BUTTON TO FUCKING PRESS! WHAT BUTTON DO I FUCKING PRESS?!"
"WOO! GO HOODIE! COME ON, DUDE, YOU CAN DO IT! LET'S GO!"
"JASON, I SAID TO SHUT THE FUCK UP! OH MY- WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET THAT?"
The two continued screaming at the screen; Jason rooting for the digital him and Danny panicking as he wondered how the hell he was supposed to defeat the other while cussing excessively. It wasn't too long after that that Danny was killed and left to sob loudly on the couch while Jason partied while standing on the back of his couch.
There was a knock at the door and Jason shimmied over while Danny continued with his pity-party. The undercover Red Hood threw the door open with a yelled greeting, a giant grin on his face as he stood with his hands in the air. "What Clint?!"
The doorman, Clint, stood on the other side of the plank of wood, looking tired and a little homicidal. Upon seeing the other man, Clint said "Jay, I've got about two dozen complaints in the past five minutes about you and some other guy yelling your heads off and-"
"Sorry Clint but my give-a-damn's busted." Jason cut off before slamming the door in the doorman's face, locking the door, and pushing a heavy table in front of it before he shimmied back over to the living area, still feeling victorious over his indirect victory.
Mario-Kart
"I GET DRY BONES!"
"NO YOU DON'T! HE'S MY CHARACTER! I CALLED HIM!"
"WELL TOO BAD! JUST GOT HIM, SUCKER!"
"NOOO~! I FRIKKIN CALLED HIM, YOU FUCKING SHIT-HEAD!"
"BE BOWSER!"
"BUT BOWSER SUCKS!"
"THEN BE TOAD!"
"BUT HE SUCKS TOO!"
"THEN BE YOSHI!"
"Ok…" Danny mumbled, pouting as he pressed on the green frog-lizard-turtle-thing. The character said his name and did a pose as the entire thing moved onto the next screen. Both Jason and Danny had no trouble picking out their choice vehicle and moving onto to choose their course.
Since he was first player, Danny grinned, moved over to the Special Cup, and instantly went down to decide on Rainbow Road. He danced in his seat while Jason turned to look at him with a glare. "I fucking hate you right now."
"And that's what you get for stealing my character!"
"He was mine first!"
"No he wasn't!"
The two were instantly drawn to the screen as the countdown started, making them lean forward in their lotus positions. As the screen lit up with the word 'go,' the two took off in a burst of speed and immediately raced to the front of the line, which quickly turned into a battle of who was going to claim first place.
The racers on the screen constantly rammed into each other, trying to throw each other off the side of the map. On the couch, the two men rammed into each other's side, trying to knock each other's steering off course. They yelled profanities at each other, ignoring Clint and a couple of cops that were at the door as they continued their epic battle. (And the cops would never get in because Danny and Jason had moved the fridge and a mattress in front of the door, next to the very heavy table. Just in case.)
Around the beginning of the second lap, Danny accidentally fell into Jason's lap on his side before the other male pushed him onto the floor. This little scene did not do anything to either's driving.
This continued for two rounds before, on the third lap, Jason managed to knock Danny off the side of the map (it had actually been a freak accident but Jason would never admit to it). With a 'ha' in victory and an unhappy 'no' following after from the other, Jason took to the lead and managed to cross the finish line before Danny could exact the revenge he kept swearing.
As Jason won the first round, he quickly jumped to his feet on the couch and screamed "YYEESSSS! I FRIKKIN WON! YYYEEEESSSSS!"
On the ground, Danny began crying.
Jason yelled a long "WWWOOOOWWW!" before throwing his Wii remote at the ground without thinking while Danny continued sobbing. The remote shattered against the ground, making both men stare at the broken pieces before they broke out in different emotions.
Danny began laughing hysterically while Jason slowly fell to his knees, yelling "NOOOOO~" before he landed with his face in a pillow as he sobbed.
Idiots... All of them are idiots... But so entertaining... XD (And "My Give A Damn's Busted" by Jo Dee Messina is a pretty good song for those two.)
Reviews:
KuriMaster13: Yeah... Media sucks sometimes.
Fear the Fuzzy Bear: You know it, dear buddy! XD
Lawlipop9991: :D Haha, yeah for Jason cuteness! XD I'll do that one after their identities get found out.
Glacio Koro: He would say that is part of his charm. XD
Kuro-Okami13: Danny uses guns because he feels like it. XD Danny doing something like isn't too unusual. He gives zero f*cks. Most TV people are racist and like to make other people sound racist. It's what they do. *thumbs up*
Jaguarspot: HAHA, yes! All those people must just adore him! XD And that's some serious head-banging, dude.
Ninuhuju: Yeah... That's Team Sarcasm for ya! XD
Too Lazy 2 Login: XD I'm thrilled to hear you laughed like a crazy person and enjoyed!
Sarra Torrens: Why thank you! Glad to see I'm good at this!
BringbackDannyPhantom: You have fun giggling away like a loony! XD Seems about right...
Jessica Jayme Bell: Aw thanks! I always worry so this puts my troubles to ease. :)
Shadowflaymenyght: Wonderful... Aw, thanks! Please don't choke! XD
Oblitus: Oh my gosh, you're a Gilda... XD People believe the media all the time. Not surprising. XD You have fun with the Oreo and they'll find out the IDs soon. XD
