What's up everybody? I'm back with the third chapter to this crap story, which no one in their right mind is reading because I'm a loser, baby. So why don't you kill me. Don't really kill me! Please don't kill me. I was just quoting Beck.

Anyway, review time!

stella-s55: Thank you for liking my story. But, I'm sorry, I don't have a single clue what "OOC" means. I'll guess. Hmm...what could that mean? Oh! I know. Overloaded Occupation Capacity. No? I figured...cause that would mean Raven is unemployed. Wait! She is unemployed...unless you consider being a Teen Titan a job. But she doesn't get paid for being a Teen Titan! So it must mean Overloaded Occupation Capacity. Yup.

Claimer: I own the Teen Titans and the rights to all their songs. That is, the Colorado band "Teen Titans" with:

Robin on Guitar!

Beast Boy on Drums!!

Raven on Bass!

Cyborg on Keyboards!

And Introducing...Starfire on Vocals!

Showing at The Civic Center!

Tickets $23.00

Opening Act: Homestar Runner, Strong Bad, and The Cheat.

Alright, So I don't own the band. And we aren't showing at the Civic Center..at least not yet. And tickets are not being sold for the non-existing gig. But the rest is true: I do own the rights to the songs of the Teen Titans, and Robin, Raven, Cy, Star and I do play the instruments listed. I'm the drummer. And Homestar, SB, and the little yellow dude (The Cheat) are our opening act. Oh, wait. No they're not. They're a Flash cartoon. Or...are they? Visit their website or I will kill you.

The website:

REAL Disclaimer: I don't freakin' own Teen Titans. Or else I'd be swimming in cash right now instead of writing this stupid fanfic that I very well know NO ONE is reading. Except, apparently, stella-s55.

Note: This has gasp BB X Rae fluff! But not much. There'll also be some fluff in the next chapter.

Here we go with this crap:

CHAPTER 3

Beast Boy had left Terra's statue. His eyes had welled up with tears. He walked through a deserted part of the city, and he stopped to sit on the sidewalk. A car full of drunk college kids driving by rolled down the window.

"Go back to Santa's Workshop, you freaky green elf!" they yelled at BB.

Beast Boy was in no mood for this. He took one look at them, transformed into a rhino , and rammed the car.

The twenty-year-olds climbed out of the car. "This little leprechaun is lookin' for trouble. Then as you wish, little elf man."

The kid began to pull a pocketknife out from his pocket, when out of nowhere, a few 45 RPM recordings flew through the air and smacked the guy in the face.

"What?? Who did that?" said the drunk, dumbfounded.

All of a sudden, a voice said, "RELEASE THE RABBIT!"

Out from a deserted alley came a rabbit. He hopped around for a while, then jumped on top of the

drunk kid and gnawed his head off.

"Whoa!" said the others. "We gotta get outta here!" They jumped back into the car and zoomed off.

"Who's there?" Beast Boy called out into the alley.

"A knight who says...NI!" said the voice.

"I'm up for a joke every once in a while," said Beast Boy, "But really. Who are you?"

I stepped out from the darkness.

"DJ Alpha?" asked Beast Boy in shock.

"Wassup, BB? You rule, man." I said.

"But you're supposed to be writing the fanfic!"

"I'm on break."

"So THAT'S why the beginning of this chapter has been so...unorganized and not that serious."

"Yup."

"But the rabbit. Where'd you get him?"

"I got him on loan from the Monty Python troupe. Surely you've seen The Holy Grail."

"Yes. But really, can we get more organized, please?"

"Sure. Break's over, anyway."

Okay, so Beast Boy is sitting on the sidewalk. A million thoughts raced through his mind.

What will become of your teammates, man?

Forget them, dude. They don't respect you one bit.

Rob and Star do.

But Cy and Rae don't!

It doesn't matter. They're all your friends.

No they're not!

Yes, they are. You've got to help them.

No I don't! They're not my friends! They're not my friends because...

At this point, four of the worst words ever went through Beast Boy's mind.

...you have no friends.

Now he knew how Terra felt. How could he have possibly said that?

That's not true!

Yes, it is. No one cares about you, Beast Boy.

Shut up! That's not true!

You're useless, Beast Boy. No one likes you.

SHUT THE HELL UP! That's NOT TRUE!

It is true, Beast Boy.

"NO!!! THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!!" Beast Boy yelled aloud. He began to sob.

The communicator rang.

If I have no friends, then who's that?

Beast Boy flipped open the communicator.

"Please, Beast Boy! Come quickly! We need your help...please," said Robin over the communicator. He sounded (and looked) genuinely frightened.

"Can you tell me what's going on down there?"

"Well, we were fighting Plasmus. But then he combined with Cinderblock, and well...now we need something really strong to ram him, or rather, them and hold him off while we fight him."

"Well, I still think that we need to..." Beast Boy tried to say. He was cut off by a loud SCHLORP! and then a loud pounding noise.

"Oh my God!" gasped Robin.

"Oh my...! Raven's down!!" said Cyborg.

"Is she...dead?" asked Robin, his stomach churning.

Beast Boy gasped. "Oh, please God, no!" he whispered.

"I dunno," said Cyborg. "I just know that Plasmus' goo stuck her to the ground, then Cinderblock smashed her."

"Oh no!...Beast Boy, please help us! We really..." Robin stopped.

Beast Boy had closed the communicator and was running off.

Please review! I personally think this chapter showed some of Beast Boy's insecurities, with the whole angel-and-devil-on-shoulder-thoughts thing that happened. Tell me what you think...and stella-s55, please tell me what other characters are unemployed.

Peace!

-DJ Alpha