Note: I know I made the Alcoytes sound weird, but hey, this is humor story! And I know nothing about the Alcoytes except that they are bad guys, so, yeah. I gave them a little personality boost...or loss. ^-^;; Enjoy, peoples. Oh and I don't own anything! DON'T SHOOT ME! Oh, and sorry that it took so long. I needed a break, and I was really dumb and hyper, I couldn't think.
Foofoo: Do you ever?
Me: Hey! -cough- Anyway, this is Foofoo the pink poodle. You'll meet up with her later in the story.
Foofoo: HIM
Me: I mean, him. e.e;;
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"Ha, I win!" Pyro exclaimed as he raised from his chair.
"Only once out of about 30 rounds," Remy mentioned with a dull tone.
The Alcoytes were in their new secret hangout. An abandoned dog pound. It still smelled like stale dog food, but it's the only place the X-Men or the Brotherhood wouldn't go near. Who would want to go near stale dog food anyway? Pyro took a peek at the cards Remy were drawing from the deck.
"Hey, Remy's the cheater 'round here..." Remy snapped as he drew the cards closer to himself.
"Sorr- ARRGHH!!!" Pyro bellowed as a small little boy jumped onto his lap and grabbed the lighter. The red headed boy dropped the lighter and stomped on it with both feet, missing all but once.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" John screamed, sprawling out on the floor, desperate to get his lighter back.
"Fire is bad for you, dad. You TOLD mom you'd stop playing around with your lighter," The boy scolded, kicking the lighter away from Pyro.
"Fire is not bad for m- wait. Dad?" Pyro looked up and blinked at the young boy. The boy had Pyro's figure. The flaming, untidy red hair, the eyes. Basically, it was a younger version of John.
"Dad?" Piotr asked, entering the old dog pound and removing his jacket.
"Listen, I am-" Pyro sighed, flicking his lighter on and off.
"AHHH!!!! IT'S A FIIIIIIREEEE!!! STOP DROP AND ROOOOLLLLL!!!" The 'mini-Pyro' screeched as he jumped down onto the ground.
"No, no, it's a flower!" Pyro lied trying to get the kid to calm down.
"Huh?"
A small freckled face stuck out behind from Sabertooth's enormous leg and stared curiously at the so-called 'flower'. She had sandy blonde, tangled hair. Clutched in her freckled arms was a small poodle plushie
"A flower?" Another child came out, except this time from behind Piotr. He had jet black hair, blue cold eyes, but showed great innocence.
Pyro sighed in relief and grinned at Remy proudly, who just snorted back.
"Let's see how long this lasts...." Remy muttered, shuffling a deck of cards.
John shot a small death glare at Remy and turned to the little group of kids that formed a half circle around him. Grinning at the kids, he turned the flame into a rose and hovered it above the blonde girl's head. She squeled with delight and drew her poodle plushie closer to her, lifting up it's head so the fake poodle had a good view of the firey rose.
"Sissy stuff..." The small shy boy that resembled Piotr muttered.
"Sissy stuff? You don't know talent! I have great-" Pyro bragged until he was cut off by a high pitched scream.
"FOOFOO!!!!!!!!!" The blonde screamed.
The pink poodle pushie was scorched with black burnt fur, little ember sparks glowed from the poodle, and the left ear of the poodle exploded with the break out of a large flame.
"DO SOMETHING!! SOMEBODY SAVE MY FOOFOO!" The girl sobbed histerically, reaching up at the poodle hovering inches below the ceiling.
"Remy knew this- ARGH!" Remy was getting choked by the blonde girl who had climbed onto Remy's lap and was holding onto fistfuls of his air, shaking his head back and forth.
"SAVE MY FOOFOO-CAKES!! NOW, MUSHROOM HEAD!! NOW, NOW, NOW!!" The girl chanted.
"Alright, alright!" Remy said, raising his voice and putting up his hands in defence. Doing the only thing he can do, he charged a card on fire and chucked it at the poodle. Unluckily, it exploded into little pieces of fluff and fur.
The girl fell off Remy's lap and lay on her back, reaching up at the little pieces of ashes that used to be her beloved toy.
"STOP, DROP AND ROLL!! EVERYONE DO IT NOW!" The Pyro Look-a-like screeched.
"Too late, poo poo head," cried the blonde.
"QUICK! TO THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" the mini Pyro screamed as he reached for the dust covered fire estinguisher and sprayed it at Pyro.
"WHAT ARE YOU-?!? THIS TASTES AWFUL!" Pyro shrieked as he slowly turned into what looked like a snowman.
"Never-mess-with-my-FOOFOO!" The blonde panted, kicking Pyro's shin.
"Oww, darn sheila..." Pyro murmered.
"MY-NAME'S-NOT-SHEEEEIIIILLLAAAA!! IT'S GEORGINA!!" The blonde screamed, kicing Pyro again, covering her pink clogs with fire extinguishing material.
"So...Georgina, Pale Boy, and Scardey Cat?" Pyro raised an eyebrow at the two boys, clutching his leg.
"I am Filip, and this is Paul," The dark haired boy crossed his arms trying to look very buff, and cocked his head towards Paul, stiffly.
"I TOLD you, dad! It's bad to play with fire!" Paul smiled confindently.
"What do we do now?" Sabertooth growled from the corner of the old dog pound, eyeing the mysterious children.
The rusty metal bars of the old dog cages bent open, metal chairs flew around to form a small whirlwind at a bare spot of the pound.
"We die," Remy winced, dropping his cards, staring wide eyed as Magneto started to fly gallantly through a shattered window.
"You fool! Morans! Cowards! You failed to destroy the X-Men AGAIN!" Magneto spat has he landed.
"Hello, grandfather." A girl with black and red striped, shoulder length, hair shot a wave of purple beams at Magneto.
"Wanda, please...Hold on...you are not Wanda! Who are you?" Magneto bellowed, narrowly dodging the purple beams of light.
"Hailey...you're worst nightmare...your grand daughter..."
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Dun dun dun dun! -plays dramatic music- Looks like little Hailey is taking the place of Wanda.
Magneto: Livi, you fool! I don't dodge childish attacks!
Livi: You do now, now shut up or I'll cancel your tea party with Wolverine, Beast, and Kitty.
Magneto: No, please dont!
Livi: Then shut up and go away.
Magneto: -leaves-
Hailey: I AM NOT LIKE THAT!
Livi: Shut up kid, you are or you're not in the story, got it?
Hailey: -runs off and cries-
Foofoo: Wait, I wasn't supposed to die! Where's the original script?
Livi: Hehe -throws the original script into the fireplace- What script?
Foofoo: Never mind then... -.-;; -leaves-
Livi: -shrugs- Anyway, hoped ya liked it...x_X It took a while to write, sorry about that. I was taking a break from writing. lol. ^^;; And sorry if there are any typos, I haven't been typing fanficts in a while. e.e;;
Foofoo: Do you ever?
Me: Hey! -cough- Anyway, this is Foofoo the pink poodle. You'll meet up with her later in the story.
Foofoo: HIM
Me: I mean, him. e.e;;
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"Ha, I win!" Pyro exclaimed as he raised from his chair.
"Only once out of about 30 rounds," Remy mentioned with a dull tone.
The Alcoytes were in their new secret hangout. An abandoned dog pound. It still smelled like stale dog food, but it's the only place the X-Men or the Brotherhood wouldn't go near. Who would want to go near stale dog food anyway? Pyro took a peek at the cards Remy were drawing from the deck.
"Hey, Remy's the cheater 'round here..." Remy snapped as he drew the cards closer to himself.
"Sorr- ARRGHH!!!" Pyro bellowed as a small little boy jumped onto his lap and grabbed the lighter. The red headed boy dropped the lighter and stomped on it with both feet, missing all but once.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" John screamed, sprawling out on the floor, desperate to get his lighter back.
"Fire is bad for you, dad. You TOLD mom you'd stop playing around with your lighter," The boy scolded, kicking the lighter away from Pyro.
"Fire is not bad for m- wait. Dad?" Pyro looked up and blinked at the young boy. The boy had Pyro's figure. The flaming, untidy red hair, the eyes. Basically, it was a younger version of John.
"Dad?" Piotr asked, entering the old dog pound and removing his jacket.
"Listen, I am-" Pyro sighed, flicking his lighter on and off.
"AHHH!!!! IT'S A FIIIIIIREEEE!!! STOP DROP AND ROOOOLLLLL!!!" The 'mini-Pyro' screeched as he jumped down onto the ground.
"No, no, it's a flower!" Pyro lied trying to get the kid to calm down.
"Huh?"
A small freckled face stuck out behind from Sabertooth's enormous leg and stared curiously at the so-called 'flower'. She had sandy blonde, tangled hair. Clutched in her freckled arms was a small poodle plushie
"A flower?" Another child came out, except this time from behind Piotr. He had jet black hair, blue cold eyes, but showed great innocence.
Pyro sighed in relief and grinned at Remy proudly, who just snorted back.
"Let's see how long this lasts...." Remy muttered, shuffling a deck of cards.
John shot a small death glare at Remy and turned to the little group of kids that formed a half circle around him. Grinning at the kids, he turned the flame into a rose and hovered it above the blonde girl's head. She squeled with delight and drew her poodle plushie closer to her, lifting up it's head so the fake poodle had a good view of the firey rose.
"Sissy stuff..." The small shy boy that resembled Piotr muttered.
"Sissy stuff? You don't know talent! I have great-" Pyro bragged until he was cut off by a high pitched scream.
"FOOFOO!!!!!!!!!" The blonde screamed.
The pink poodle pushie was scorched with black burnt fur, little ember sparks glowed from the poodle, and the left ear of the poodle exploded with the break out of a large flame.
"DO SOMETHING!! SOMEBODY SAVE MY FOOFOO!" The girl sobbed histerically, reaching up at the poodle hovering inches below the ceiling.
"Remy knew this- ARGH!" Remy was getting choked by the blonde girl who had climbed onto Remy's lap and was holding onto fistfuls of his air, shaking his head back and forth.
"SAVE MY FOOFOO-CAKES!! NOW, MUSHROOM HEAD!! NOW, NOW, NOW!!" The girl chanted.
"Alright, alright!" Remy said, raising his voice and putting up his hands in defence. Doing the only thing he can do, he charged a card on fire and chucked it at the poodle. Unluckily, it exploded into little pieces of fluff and fur.
The girl fell off Remy's lap and lay on her back, reaching up at the little pieces of ashes that used to be her beloved toy.
"STOP, DROP AND ROLL!! EVERYONE DO IT NOW!" The Pyro Look-a-like screeched.
"Too late, poo poo head," cried the blonde.
"QUICK! TO THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" the mini Pyro screamed as he reached for the dust covered fire estinguisher and sprayed it at Pyro.
"WHAT ARE YOU-?!? THIS TASTES AWFUL!" Pyro shrieked as he slowly turned into what looked like a snowman.
"Never-mess-with-my-FOOFOO!" The blonde panted, kicking Pyro's shin.
"Oww, darn sheila..." Pyro murmered.
"MY-NAME'S-NOT-SHEEEEIIIILLLAAAA!! IT'S GEORGINA!!" The blonde screamed, kicing Pyro again, covering her pink clogs with fire extinguishing material.
"So...Georgina, Pale Boy, and Scardey Cat?" Pyro raised an eyebrow at the two boys, clutching his leg.
"I am Filip, and this is Paul," The dark haired boy crossed his arms trying to look very buff, and cocked his head towards Paul, stiffly.
"I TOLD you, dad! It's bad to play with fire!" Paul smiled confindently.
"What do we do now?" Sabertooth growled from the corner of the old dog pound, eyeing the mysterious children.
The rusty metal bars of the old dog cages bent open, metal chairs flew around to form a small whirlwind at a bare spot of the pound.
"We die," Remy winced, dropping his cards, staring wide eyed as Magneto started to fly gallantly through a shattered window.
"You fool! Morans! Cowards! You failed to destroy the X-Men AGAIN!" Magneto spat has he landed.
"Hello, grandfather." A girl with black and red striped, shoulder length, hair shot a wave of purple beams at Magneto.
"Wanda, please...Hold on...you are not Wanda! Who are you?" Magneto bellowed, narrowly dodging the purple beams of light.
"Hailey...you're worst nightmare...your grand daughter..."
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Dun dun dun dun! -plays dramatic music- Looks like little Hailey is taking the place of Wanda.
Magneto: Livi, you fool! I don't dodge childish attacks!
Livi: You do now, now shut up or I'll cancel your tea party with Wolverine, Beast, and Kitty.
Magneto: No, please dont!
Livi: Then shut up and go away.
Magneto: -leaves-
Hailey: I AM NOT LIKE THAT!
Livi: Shut up kid, you are or you're not in the story, got it?
Hailey: -runs off and cries-
Foofoo: Wait, I wasn't supposed to die! Where's the original script?
Livi: Hehe -throws the original script into the fireplace- What script?
Foofoo: Never mind then... -.-;; -leaves-
Livi: -shrugs- Anyway, hoped ya liked it...x_X It took a while to write, sorry about that. I was taking a break from writing. lol. ^^;; And sorry if there are any typos, I haven't been typing fanficts in a while. e.e;;
