Author's note 1:
I… I just had to do this.
After all the letdowns by 343, I just had to do this. Consider this as some sort of sketch for an animation so bad grammar incoming.
Hehehe!
Enjoy!
343 Industries and Microsoft are waiting inside a restaurant near a beach for their friends to arrive.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? What with the divorce and all." 343 commented, twirling some of her hair in a finger.
"Of course it's a good idea honey! No hard feelings between her and me." Microsoft smiled and adjusted his mustache.
343 grimaced. "I didn't mean her, I was referring to him."
"Oh… well, our predicament is rather hard to ignore but… i-it'll be like a reunion between co-workers, eh?" Microsoft waved to someone in the background. "Hey, they're here!"
Slowly but surely, Bungie and Sony approached the table.
"Hello/Good evening."
Sony pushed back a seat and motioned for Bungie to take it, she accepted the offer and waited for Sony to do the same.
An awkward silence raised, all of them glancing between each other.
"So…" Sony. "…Microsoft! Everything's good with your job? Hopefully Activision's deal went smoothly enough, with all the problems regarding her… condition."
Bungie and 343 winced lightly. Did they have to talk about this even at dinner?
"All good actually, the cost was high but hopefully she can get back on track in no time."
"Since I'm the better producer for consoles." He muttered under his breath while looking away.
"Heh, I was worring she and Blizzard might have found themselves into troubles."
"In your dreams." Sony muttered too.
"A-anyway!" 343 cleared her throat. "We brought them here tonight, right? Being together might help them bond with each other after so much time."
"I did." Bungie shifted her attention behind her. "Destiny!"
343 did too. "Halo!"
Two bulking figures walked towards each other. One was a Master Chief skin with 'Halo' on it while the same was for 'Destiny', but its skin was a Titan.
They stared at one another.
"Why don't you go on the beach and talk for a bit while we have this dinner?"
Halo and Destiny wordlessly exited the restaurant.
"Are they out of reach?" Halo asked.
"Yeah, they are." Destiny nodded.
"Good…" Halo popped a beer open and took a sip. "…with 343 and dad always fighting over my keeping and growth, I needed this calm environment."
Destiny tilted his head. "Aren't you calling her 'Mom'?"
Halo sighed and put his beer down. "We both know who our true mother is, even if we're half brothers."
They stared silent for a few seconds, looking at the sea.
Destiny heard some whimpers and saw Halo crying. "I don't understand…"
"What?"
Halo snapped his head to him and clenched his fists together. "10 years! Almost 10 fucking years! You've been criticized and shitted on for so much time! How?! How can you still be alive and brushed aside those 'Destiny killers' like they were nothin'?!" Halo pointed a finger at Destiny. "I am the older brother! YOU should look up after me while I give you tips about getting better each day."
He spread his arms wide. "And now they fucking turned in a damn live service game like you and they can't push out enough fucking content for my fans! Tell me how you're still here!"
Destiny rubbed his face and sighed. "I don't know! I don't know how I lasted this long but I know that Bungie loves me even if I'm not 100% loved like you were."
Destiny placed a hand on Halo's shoulder. "Look, no matter what happens, don't give up. It took about a year for my first version to be good and that could happen to you too, bro. Just… walk and never look back."
Destiny grabbed a plasma grenade and offered it to Halo.
"Crack the fireworks for me, big brother."
(Halo 3 Warthog run music begins.)
Halo brightened up and snatched the grenade from Destiny's hand. "Hell yes! Here comes Halo!"
The grenade flew behind him instead of pushing forward on the sea…
In another table of the restaurant, Thel Vadamee and Mithrax were on a date together.
"So, uh…" Thel said. "…you're like the Arbiter of Destiny, correct?"
"More or less." Mithrax responded. "We installed an alliance with the Guardians and they stopped rekting us while t-bagging like idiots. Hell, we even befriended the creature, Saint-14."
"Uh, we called Master Chief: 'Demon' instead." Thel looked at the menu before clearing his throat. "Listen, no offense but you kind of look like a copy and paste version of an Elite."
"Are you fucking serious!"
Predator and Alien marched towards their table. Predator pointed a finger at the duo. "You two are fucking copies of my species! Fuck's sake you both have those mandibles and skin similar to mine!"
"Dear, try not to get angry." Alien soothed, trying to get her husband to calm down.
"Fuck that, Alien! We've been waiting for a decent movie and a new videogame for so many years and these two think they can rule out the spotlight?! Tsk, idiots."
Alien rubbed her head as Predator stormed away. "Sorry for that, boys. He's still kinda angry for our situation."
Thel and Mithrax blinked their eyes and then looked at each other.
"I don't mind your company, actually." Mithrax answered. "Wanna do this again later?"
"Sure, here's my phone number an-"
The plasma grenade landed on their table.
"Oh shi-"
BOOM!
The screen turns to black.
Author's note 2:
I just had to do this, hahaha.
I wouldn't mind turning this into an animation if I had the chance.
Anyone out there with experience wanting to help me lol?
