A/N: Inspiration struck! Oh, this one was just too good to pass up.
In the dark. Follow the Son.- My job is to make you hate me. Apparently, I'm wicked awesome at it! Oh, and THANK YOU for pointing out the spelling error. Spelling is basically the only thing partially acceptable about this story. I will get around to fixing that… eventually. You were correct in accusing me of laziness. I am a BUM!
dragonkaty1014- Not bad for a first-timer, not bad at all. Don't worry. Soon, you'll be an expert at flaming with the help of this string of nonsensical one-shots!
SilverRedBlossom331- Wow… I've read few flames that compare with this one. It was beautiful. It really exposed me for what I am. You, sane person, have very good sense. I applaud you.
a person- You get better with time, although, you seem to be catching on quickly :)
Prinzzez Kitten- Three words.
I.
Am.
Nuts.
Hellstarz- I should, shouldn't I?
huey61- Uh… thanks… I think…
Amethyst Turtle- Why yes, I would be honored if you would kill me. Me, such a lowly imbecile, dying at the hands of you, an incredibly talented comedy writer. It would be an absolute dream come true.
Things are not as they appear to be…
It was a dark and stormy night. Robin was in the living room and getting extremely anxious and increasingly worried. He was watching his hero on the TV screen who was being chased by a very dangerous monster. Robin could barely stand to watch the chase.
"Run, Scooby! The monster is right behind you! RUN!!! HE'S GAINING UP!!!" the boy screamed as he saw an ice creature fly behind the brown, spotted dog. Scooby-Doo had been his mentor since he had been a young child. Robin had lived his life and solved mysteries the way that Scooby, Shaggy, and the rest of the gang did. He may have been raised by the Dark Knight, but this dog- no, this international hero- had been a much better role model. "Scooby, get out!"
It was getting more and more intense. Robin barely registered the lightning flashing outside, for the monster was mere inches from reaching Scooby. He was getting closer, and closer, and closer still, when suddenly…
PEEEeeeew…Everything went dark. Robin panicked.
"CYBORG!!! GET THE ELECTRICITY RUNNING, AGAIN!!! AND QUICK!!!"
He received no response. That's when he remembered.
"Oh, shit. That's right, everyone went to that new "Nightclub for Drunks" place… crap. How am I gonna find out what happens to Scooby?!" Robin said on the verge of hysterics. "Omigod, omigod, omigod! I have to fix this!!! WHERE IS THAT DAMN PICKAXE WHEN YOU NEED IT?!?!"
Spandex-boy then proceeded to tear up the Tower until he found it. Surprisingly, he found Silkie using it to chop some of his special imported celery. Robin dropkicked the adorable little larvae creature into the bay.
"I'M COMING SCOOBYYYYYY!!!!!!" he shouted as he bounded up the stairs. Since he had completely forgotten they had an elevator in his hysteria, was exhausted and panting by the time he reached the living room. "Oh. Well, that's just great."
He looked around to see that all the lights had turned back on and the episode of Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? that he had been so eager to watch was rolling through the end credits.
"NOOOO!!! SCOOBY, I MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!!!! LIFE IS MEANINGLESS TO ME, NOW!!!!"
He shoved the pickaxe in his temple. He died, obviously. When the other Titans returned about a week later, all wreaking of alcohol, pot, and happiness, they discovered the rotting carcass of their former team leader. Cyborg sighed.
"He always did have a tendency for dramatics."
THE ENDY'all know the drill. Get to it!
LET THE FLAMES BEGIN!
Lou Lou Kazoo