HELLLLOOOOO EVERYBODY!!!
Inuficcrzy back with the sequel to Girls Night In. For any returning friends, welcome back! For any newbies, you might want to read Girls Night In just so you understand everything better. But I suppose this could stand alone. Hmmm.
Anywho, I hope you all like it as much people seemed to like GNIN. Please review!!!
I cannot do sound fx worth crap, so please bear with me.
I don't own X-Men Evo, but I found my stolen pics of a semi-naked Remy!!!
Chap: Say hello to my little friend.....
The alarm clock was bored, so it did what all bored alarm clocks do. It wanted to tell the world all about it.
(AAHHNNNNTT, AAHHHNNNNT, AAHHHNNNNT, AAAHHHHNNNNNT!!)
Scott groaned as the alarm clock blared out. Man, after the last couple of nights he'd had, all he wanted was to sleep for maybe a decade. His entire body protested moving this early in the morning. A roaming hand groped for his glasses and almost poked his eyes out putting them on.
(AAHHNNNNNT,AAAHHHNNNNNT, AAAHHHHNNNNTTT) He groggily slammed a hand down on the clock as he rolled out of bed.
Right onto the floor.
BLAM!
"Uugh. Great. Just peachy," he grumbled, picking himself off the floor. Last night had been pure hell. He felt like he had a hangover. 'Yeah,' he snorted to himself, 'all the pain and none of the fun.' The teen walked over to the door beside his closet that led to his own private bathroom. He flicked on the light and grimaced as it hit his eyes. With a scowl he looked into his bathroom mirror.
He was going to kill Jean for this.
His hair was orange. Not red like Jean or Rahne's, but glaring neon bleach- orange. Last night, she'd loaded his hair with teeth whitening gel. It had taken him almost twenty minutes to get it out, and it would cost him fifteen dollars to get his hair dyed back to its normal brown. But what really took the cake, as far as he was concerned, was what she'd done to his face.
Scott rubbed his chin, faintly hoping it might show some signs of coming off. No such luck. He grit his teeth. Jean had used a permanent black marker to draw a goatee on his chin. And, just to be sure everyone saw it, she'd also drawn in the biggest, cheesiest evil villain moustache she could think of. It went all the way across his face, from his upper lip to his non-existent sideburns. Worse, she'd taken pictures of it and had threatened to slip them in the school yearbook.
Not to mention, Prof, McCoy had estimated that it would take eight or nine days to wear off his face, to say nothing about what else she'd drawn on him.
God, he was so gonna get her for this.
He went over to the stall and turned on the shower, letting it warm up for him. He thought back to the terror and screaming of the night before and wondered. He walked back out to his room to get out his underwear and thought about it some more. He frowned. Compared to some of the other guys, he'd gotten off rather lightly.
He wondered why. 'Could it be,' he thought as he rooted through the drawer, 'that she has something else in min'---sudden movement caught his eye. He slowly pulled the pair of briefs out of his dresser and looked down into it. Oh. It was Jamie's little friend.
JAMIE'S LITTLE FRIEND????!!!!!
(Jamie's little friend, as Willie came to be called, was a gift from his pen pal in Argentina for his birthday. Willie had scared the living daylights out of everyone, man or woman, who'd seen him. [All except the professor and Storm.] Even Logan hadn't liked that thing.
Mostly because of its size.
Willie was a three year old Bird-eating Goliath spider. The largest tarantula species in the world, with a leg spread that could be over a foot and a half wide.)
And he was currently loose in Scott Summer's underwear drawer.
Scott stared. {Blink, blink.}
"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(To say he screamed like a little girl would have been an understatement.)
He yanked the drawer out by the handle, throwing it across the room. Willie shot out of the mass of clothes like a bat out of hell, skittering across the carpet. Scott screamed again and started shooting. FHVIMP! BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM!
(He now had a set of holes in his floor, each the size of a basket ball.)
Scott panted in adrenaline fueled terror. 'Did I get him?' a scurrying sound near the corner—FHVIMP, BOOM! Next to the closet---FHVIMP, BOOM! Now from across the room----FHVIMP, BOOM! Dammit!! There it went again--
"AAAUUUHHHGGHHH!! WHY WON'T THIS THING DIE!!!???" FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOOOMM!!
Scott's floor made a noise. A very bad noise that caught his attention. He paused in his manic shooting and looked around. Uh-oh. This was not good. He had multiple holes in his floor and had sent his underwear drawer through to the basement minutes ago.
Unbeknownst to him, he'd taken out three of his room's support struts. It takes four to hold up a room. The last one just wasn't up to the challenge.
KKKRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKKK. {groan, skreeak}
Cyclops froze at that sound. He slowly began to try and pick his way across the floor-----
RUUUMMMBLE, CREEEAAKK---
CRACK!!
"SSHHIIIIIITTTT!!!!!!"
$$###@@@
Later on, it was commented that it was a happy coincidence that no one was in the kitchen at the time. According to Ray, who saw most of it through the doorway, it was like the ceiling decided to rain Scott's room.
BBBOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!! CRACK, BANG, CRAAAASSSSSSH, smash, bu-bump, bang, thunk, klink.
Scott slowly sat up from the rubble. He was covered in dust and wood chips and had a rather dazed expression on his face. He looked around with his eyes unfocused before they registered Berserker. "Oh. Morning, Ray."
Ramond stared in horrified shock. The man was in nothing but his underwear in a pile of debris and broken glass that used to be his room. "Morning, Scott," he said absently. "What the hell happened to your room?"
"Willie," the dazed teen said with a touch of confusion. "He was hiding in my underwear drawer. I think," Cyclops slowly stood up, "Jean put him in there. Maybe I"–he started, then froze, staring right at Ray. "Dude, freeze."
Ray froze. "What? What is it?"
Scott cautiously stepped closer to Ray, the area behind his lens glowing red. He brought up a hand to adjust them to fire. "Hold really still."
"Scott, what are you doing?" Ray started to get scared as he got closer. "Scott?"
FHVIMP, BOOM! The spot two inches left of the boy's head exploded.
"Dammit, you little bastard, hold still!!" He stormed out past a petrified Raymond Crisp. Berserker simply stared into space as his legs gave out. Oh, damn.
He was going to have to change his underwear.
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hows that for starting things off with a bang!? Hope you all like it!
Please review!!!
Inuficcrzy back with the sequel to Girls Night In. For any returning friends, welcome back! For any newbies, you might want to read Girls Night In just so you understand everything better. But I suppose this could stand alone. Hmmm.
Anywho, I hope you all like it as much people seemed to like GNIN. Please review!!!
I cannot do sound fx worth crap, so please bear with me.
I don't own X-Men Evo, but I found my stolen pics of a semi-naked Remy!!!
Chap: Say hello to my little friend.....
The alarm clock was bored, so it did what all bored alarm clocks do. It wanted to tell the world all about it.
(AAHHNNNNTT, AAHHHNNNNT, AAHHHNNNNT, AAAHHHHNNNNNT!!)
Scott groaned as the alarm clock blared out. Man, after the last couple of nights he'd had, all he wanted was to sleep for maybe a decade. His entire body protested moving this early in the morning. A roaming hand groped for his glasses and almost poked his eyes out putting them on.
(AAHHNNNNNT,AAAHHHNNNNNT, AAAHHHHNNNNTTT) He groggily slammed a hand down on the clock as he rolled out of bed.
Right onto the floor.
BLAM!
"Uugh. Great. Just peachy," he grumbled, picking himself off the floor. Last night had been pure hell. He felt like he had a hangover. 'Yeah,' he snorted to himself, 'all the pain and none of the fun.' The teen walked over to the door beside his closet that led to his own private bathroom. He flicked on the light and grimaced as it hit his eyes. With a scowl he looked into his bathroom mirror.
He was going to kill Jean for this.
His hair was orange. Not red like Jean or Rahne's, but glaring neon bleach- orange. Last night, she'd loaded his hair with teeth whitening gel. It had taken him almost twenty minutes to get it out, and it would cost him fifteen dollars to get his hair dyed back to its normal brown. But what really took the cake, as far as he was concerned, was what she'd done to his face.
Scott rubbed his chin, faintly hoping it might show some signs of coming off. No such luck. He grit his teeth. Jean had used a permanent black marker to draw a goatee on his chin. And, just to be sure everyone saw it, she'd also drawn in the biggest, cheesiest evil villain moustache she could think of. It went all the way across his face, from his upper lip to his non-existent sideburns. Worse, she'd taken pictures of it and had threatened to slip them in the school yearbook.
Not to mention, Prof, McCoy had estimated that it would take eight or nine days to wear off his face, to say nothing about what else she'd drawn on him.
God, he was so gonna get her for this.
He went over to the stall and turned on the shower, letting it warm up for him. He thought back to the terror and screaming of the night before and wondered. He walked back out to his room to get out his underwear and thought about it some more. He frowned. Compared to some of the other guys, he'd gotten off rather lightly.
He wondered why. 'Could it be,' he thought as he rooted through the drawer, 'that she has something else in min'---sudden movement caught his eye. He slowly pulled the pair of briefs out of his dresser and looked down into it. Oh. It was Jamie's little friend.
JAMIE'S LITTLE FRIEND????!!!!!
(Jamie's little friend, as Willie came to be called, was a gift from his pen pal in Argentina for his birthday. Willie had scared the living daylights out of everyone, man or woman, who'd seen him. [All except the professor and Storm.] Even Logan hadn't liked that thing.
Mostly because of its size.
Willie was a three year old Bird-eating Goliath spider. The largest tarantula species in the world, with a leg spread that could be over a foot and a half wide.)
And he was currently loose in Scott Summer's underwear drawer.
Scott stared. {Blink, blink.}
"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(To say he screamed like a little girl would have been an understatement.)
He yanked the drawer out by the handle, throwing it across the room. Willie shot out of the mass of clothes like a bat out of hell, skittering across the carpet. Scott screamed again and started shooting. FHVIMP! BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM!
(He now had a set of holes in his floor, each the size of a basket ball.)
Scott panted in adrenaline fueled terror. 'Did I get him?' a scurrying sound near the corner—FHVIMP, BOOM! Next to the closet---FHVIMP, BOOM! Now from across the room----FHVIMP, BOOM! Dammit!! There it went again--
"AAAUUUHHHGGHHH!! WHY WON'T THIS THING DIE!!!???" FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOM! FHVIMP, BOOOOMM!!
Scott's floor made a noise. A very bad noise that caught his attention. He paused in his manic shooting and looked around. Uh-oh. This was not good. He had multiple holes in his floor and had sent his underwear drawer through to the basement minutes ago.
Unbeknownst to him, he'd taken out three of his room's support struts. It takes four to hold up a room. The last one just wasn't up to the challenge.
KKKRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKKK. {groan, skreeak}
Cyclops froze at that sound. He slowly began to try and pick his way across the floor-----
RUUUMMMBLE, CREEEAAKK---
CRACK!!
"SSHHIIIIIITTTT!!!!!!"
$$###@@@
Later on, it was commented that it was a happy coincidence that no one was in the kitchen at the time. According to Ray, who saw most of it through the doorway, it was like the ceiling decided to rain Scott's room.
BBBOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!! CRACK, BANG, CRAAAASSSSSSH, smash, bu-bump, bang, thunk, klink.
Scott slowly sat up from the rubble. He was covered in dust and wood chips and had a rather dazed expression on his face. He looked around with his eyes unfocused before they registered Berserker. "Oh. Morning, Ray."
Ramond stared in horrified shock. The man was in nothing but his underwear in a pile of debris and broken glass that used to be his room. "Morning, Scott," he said absently. "What the hell happened to your room?"
"Willie," the dazed teen said with a touch of confusion. "He was hiding in my underwear drawer. I think," Cyclops slowly stood up, "Jean put him in there. Maybe I"–he started, then froze, staring right at Ray. "Dude, freeze."
Ray froze. "What? What is it?"
Scott cautiously stepped closer to Ray, the area behind his lens glowing red. He brought up a hand to adjust them to fire. "Hold really still."
"Scott, what are you doing?" Ray started to get scared as he got closer. "Scott?"
FHVIMP, BOOM! The spot two inches left of the boy's head exploded.
"Dammit, you little bastard, hold still!!" He stormed out past a petrified Raymond Crisp. Berserker simply stared into space as his legs gave out. Oh, damn.
He was going to have to change his underwear.
%%%%%%****&&&&&
hows that for starting things off with a bang!? Hope you all like it!
Please review!!!