(and other crazy crap)
Created by: T.B. Stormshot-(to be added on)
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs, and I'm too tired to say anything funny attaining to the fact that I don't either... ...So there...
It was the day after the Animorphs had completed their latest crazy mission. The sky was a bright cheery blue with hardly a cloud in the sky, a light breeze rattled the trees as birds chirped joyously. The day was the lazy sort with next-door neighbors mowing their lawns and little kids cooling off by running through sprinklers or floating boats in plastic swimming pools.
The perfect day to relax after a full night of kicking the crap out of Visser 3.
Or so the Animorphs thought.
Rachel was sunning out in the backyard on a plastic lawnchair. She wore a fashionable pair of sunglasses, a cute pink bikini, and had already informed her sisters that *If they bothered her, they would be cast into the firey pits of Mt. DOOM* as they were somewhat caught up into Lord of the Rings at the moment. She fully expected to be left alone all day so she could relax, catch a couple Z's, and tan. She wanted nothing more. Not even Cassie, not even Tobias could pry her from that chair.
Suddenly, a very, very unwelcome shadow stepped into her sun, causing her to growl in annoyance at the intruder. She just wanted to be left the hell alone!!! "If that's you Sara, I swear those Barbie dolls of yours are losing their heads!" Rachel hissed aggressively.
"I rather like the sound of that," came a voice that was definitely not Sara's. Rachel, in her half-asleep state tried to place the unfamiliar voice.
"Uggh, is that you Tobias? I told you, I don't wanna go flying today. I just want to lay here. In the sun," she groaned before rolling over with obvious effort.
"... You finally had a nervous breakdown didn't you? Aww, poor Wachel, so sick, but then again you always were a little sick weren't you?" the voice sneered. Again, Rachel tried to place the voice, but lying in the sun for a couple hours on hardly more than three hours of sleep had its effects.
"Marco?" she mumbled uncertainly, trying to come out of the mid-day stupor.
"... ... it's not Marco" the shadow replied after a moment of silence.
"Well who-" Rachel finally managed to open her sleep-encrusted eyes and squinted towards the obstacle in the way of her precious sunlight. Her eyes focused inevenly, first the right one came in focus, and then the left, suddenly the right went out of focus, with the left following suit. It took several more moments for her vision to clear, but finally she was able to look clearly at the offending object.
It was the Drode.
In her nice, warm lawn.
While she was there. In her cute, pink bikini.
She stared for a moment as it all came together inside her fuzzy mind. And then...
"AHHHHH!" she shrieked before leaping from her sprawled position on the lawnchair to the ground and immediately put the the lawnchair between herself and the chair, hunching over to hide her body. The Drode blinked and crossed his sectioned arms. "You-You-YOU!" she screeched, unable to get anything out. She looked around for something to cover herself and grabbed a damp towel off another lawnchair, one of her sisters had probably left it there after playing in the sprinkler, she would have to thank whoever it was later.
The Drode blinked and then sneered. "Oh Puh-lease. I've seen better bodies on Howlers. And even if I wanted to rape someone, it sure wouldn't be some immature mortal like you."
"I don't care! Just get out of here! This is my day OFF! I promised myself that I wouldn't deal with yeerks, Visser 3, the Ellimist, OR Crayak today and I definitely am NOT going to deal with YOU!" Rachel screamed angrily, grabbing the nearest object, a bottle of sun block, and throwing it at the Drode. The Drode caught it with surprising speed and looked it over as the bottle became surprisingly interesting.
"Meow. Having a premature case of PMS I see," the Drode replied nonchalantly. Rachel opened her mouth as if to say something, seething in unspeakable rage, so unspeakable she was unable to say a thing. The Drode took this chance to move on with the conversation. "But you should relax, I'm not here for the yeerks or Visser 3, and I'm definitely not here for that despicable Ellimist. In fact, I'm not even here for Lord Crayak. I'm actually here for a being that is so incredibly powerful, so incredibly vile that not even my master can stand up to it."
Rachel was still incredibly angry, but managed to cool herself at the mention of such a monster. "Then what the heck are YOU doing here? Why doesn't this guy just come down and talk to me in person?"
"She says that such a small mind as yours would be unable to process such a powerful force as herself, and the mere sight of her would overwhelm your mind and kill you instantly. While I'm inclined to agree about your feeble mind, I have to admit it's probably more or less because she's taken a shine to me," the Drode shrugged, suddenly looking the other way.
Rachel blinked and squinted in confusion. "What?"
"She likes me for some reason and is forcing me to gather up you Animorphs and a few other people for no reason that's apparent to me. Believe it or not this is totally against my will."
"I still don't care! Come back tomorrow, this is my day off and I plan to spend it roasting in this lawnchair under the hot sun. And not you or even some ultimate evil is going to stop me!"
"First of all, I never said she was evil persay. She's eccentric--idiotic in my taste. Second of all, you really have no choice," the Drode said, and with that he nimbly leaped over the lawnchair and grabbed Rachel by the arm. And as Rachel began to wrench her arm away from the Drode's grip, they both disappeared in a poof of bright purple smoke.
Okay, that's the first chapter. Uh... I guess you can go read the second chapter now...
