Sun light shone on a light blue armored soldier, sitting still on the roof of his base in the canyon called Blood Gulch. His eyes were fixated on the red team in the distanced form the edge, while he held his preferred sniper rifle in his hands.

Just then he noticed his head started sliding down like there was something interesting down, but the ghost perked back up. Strange. His robot body been starting to do that more often the past day. Just what was going on.

"Hey Church." Greeted a familiar, yet not stupid sounding voice.

He gave a frustrated sigh as the voiced let out a yawn.

"Don't bother me jackwagon? Can't you see, I 'm watching for any Reds to sneak by and attack us." He asked.

"Huh, you know they're probably sleeping right now. It's twelve A.M." Tucker stated the obvious.

"Yeah, perfect time to attack us. Now shut up and go do something?"

"Don't you need to sleep? You've been up ever since you gotten that robot body."

"No, I'm fine Tucker. Someone must have screwed up my head."

"Ah huh. So, you do need to sleep?"

"No, I 'm fine. I already said that someone must have screwed up my head. Besides everyone knows robot don't need to sleep."

"Yeah. I think I 've seen Lopez sleeping at red base with that orange guy."

"He wasn't sleeping Tucker. He was powered down."

"Is that the same thing?"

"No," At that moment, the ghost tries to think of something else to say. "Why are you up? I thought that you living meat sacks still need to sleep?"

"Can't sleep."

"You know there's some milk in the fridge."

"No. I can't sleep because Caboose keeps saying weird things in his sleep."

"Yeah, what kind of things?"

"Something about ponies and parties."

"Uh, what?"

Over with Caboose.

Said blue armored guy was in his bed sleeping, until he uttered "Stay tight Pinky Pie? Let me get the balloons..." He breathed in before saying "This party is looking weird."

Back at Church heard Tucker saying, "I keep seeing that crap in my sleep."

"Wow, those must have a hell of dream?"

"Not really. I keep getting ****blocked right before I make love to the girl, bow chicka bow wow."

Church sighed again.

"Say why can't we swear like we've been doing?"

"This fan fiction is not rated for that?"

"What ***damn it?! I thought this M rated!"

Chruch heard another yawn before his comrade uttered "Well I 'm going back to bed."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

"Hey, since You're not using your room anymore, can I move in?"

"What? No!"

"So, you're not using it."

"I 'am not letting you move into my bedroom. You'll fill up with something useless, I bet."

"Nah, just some football posters and video games."

"The answer is no Tucker."

Now tucker sighed. "Fine, I 'll just sleep on the couch. You better get some sleep."

"Tucker, for the last time I don't need to sleep."

How did he get stuck in idiot canyon again?

Just a bit after hearing his teammate leaving and he went back to watching the Reds, his head sunk more again and his blurred. Shaking it off he tired looking again before the same thing, however this time world went black, not long after.

Tucker with Caboose who both had smoke and ash on the armor stood over, peering down at the motionless robot body of teammate.

"I think he's dead." The guy in green-blue armor stated.

"Oh no, Chruch. Welp, here's hope we find a new leader." Caboose said in his typical voice.

As Tucker the robot with his foot, Chruch shot up and looked around.

"What?!" The ghost in the machine uttered.

"Nope he's alive. I think he was just sleeping."

"Hey dumb butts, I was not sleeping."

"Yes, you were lying down,"

"I already told you, robots don't need to sleep. Wait a minute," The robot asked, while looking around. "what's with this mess?"

"The Reds came by and attacked us. They said we suck."

"What?"

"We tried to find you, but the Reds kept attacking. Don't worry? Sheila took care of it."

"There were a lot of fire. I don't think any of us got hit." Caboose said as there some embers on him.

"Agh, I was out a for a while, and we were attacked."

"So, you were sleeping."

"I 'm going back to my room."


Author's note: I hope this story wasn't too terrible read. Also, I know Chruch isn't really a ghost. I just have the narrator refer that he is because that what he thought.