I'm assuming those who did not answer would rather have their OC spared.
WARNINGS!: (1) No longer accepting OC's. At all. Nie mehr.
(2) This is not like a high tech bank heist, more of a seige, or storming in and holding everyone hostage.
(3) OCs will die. Don't cry or pout. Or give me anthrax.
Wilkommen...
IN DER DÜNKELHE-*Slaps self and story proceeds*
Welcome to Bank Job, chapter 4...
The purple van pulls up to the marble stairs in front of the bank. Lifty and Shifty pop out from the van, poorly concealed weapons strapped to their back. They glance around, and the passersby seemed too busy to notice the conspicuous looking racoon twins, their large van, or weapons.
Lifty motioned for the rest to enter the bank, and they stormed in, single profile, and waited at the door for the brothers. Shifty strutted into the bank, everyone double-taking, gawking at the pistols in his hands. He had a suave smile stretched across his face. He stops in the middle of the floor, and raises the fire arms.
"Ya' see these babes?" he hollers to the crowd that was only moments ago withdrawing money from the bank. They nod timidly, waiting for the moment to become sniveling sycophants, begging for all they're worth. "Well, These li'l guys were banned at the International Court of Justice after the Bosnian genocide. Ya wanna know why?" He spits out the answer before anyone even nods. "'Cause the bullet carries a naturally occuring plague species which causes excruciating agony, an incurable, malignant wound, and a torturous, slow, painful death! Who wants to be the first to try it in 15 years?!" Everyone drops to the floor, hands over their heads.
"Too simple." He smirks. He whistles to the group, and they walk in, seeing the people on the ground.
"What the..." Rhyme utters. Lifty elbows his way through the crowd of OCs, and makes his way to his older brother. Both begin to procede to the elevator.
"Do with the hostages what you want, just don't disturb us. The Van is out back." He exclaims waving goodbye, as the heavy metal doors slide closed.
Everyone holds their breath for a second. Then, they scramble around, most heading for the door leading out behind the building. Soon they returned with something. Caramel was dragging a particularly large vat of ice cream; Fritz was carrying a keyboard; Crack was pulling a guitar and a stereo system; Pippy had scotch and a rope, Static was heaving a slide across the hall; Sparky had tons of batteries; Rhyme had a spoon to eat the ice cream; And Fang burst through the wall with a mustang.
Slade and Shade meanwhile, made their way to the vault. "So, you think there might be incest goin' on up there, or am I crazy."Shade muses. Slade presses his ear to the firm door, and begins tapping lightly on the metal exoskeleton. "Slade, that shit only works in movies-" Shade had began scolding him, but Slade had the vault door already swung open.
"Just Fucking fine for me!" Slade smirks, climbing into the massive corridor. A light flashes on and gold bars shimmered under it. Slade's sunglasses sparkle with their luster, and a greedy smile widens across his face. The brothers begin jamming their pockets full of the metal.
They walk out and see the Hostages and their captors alike were swimming in the Ice cream. Caramel didn't seem to mind, infact the was swimming the breast stroke in the chocolate. Static put the slide next to the vat, and he was sliding into the strawberry side . Crack, Fritz, and Hallow were over by the tellers, hooking up their instruments. Sparky was running in circles, bored, and too charged to go in the pool of ice cream. She runs over to a Grey cat with dark blue shorts, with elbow and knee pads, and googles and a mohawk on his head. He was browsing through Cujo and looked up to see the yellow bunny.
"Yes?" he asks.
"My name is Sparky, who are you?" she asked quickly.
"I'm DJ, nice to meet you, Sparky. If I may ask, what the hell is going on. I can tell this ain't a normal bank robbery. Especially considering your leaders left you and you guys feel no need to restrain any of us." He retorts.
"Well, Fritz tied up Pop and left him in a closet, but other than that, You're right this isn't. The Racoon twins are trying to gain national stardom." She explained.
"They could rob a Glow-Train..." DJ begins, until stopped by Sparky.
"I believe that most of us don't want radiation poisoning." she jokes.
After entering the elevator, Shifty and Lifty came upstairs, where the CEO of the bank sat. It was a severely obese Mole. His bass voice wrang through the neatly furnished corridors. The CEO looked up and frowned. "Hey, Hey, leave my establishment, only employees allowed back here!"
Shifty pulled out his weapon and shot him in the foot. He toppled to the floor, crying in agony. Lifty pulled out camera equipment, hooking it up to a laptop. He emailed all the news networks, claiming to have live feed of a bank robbery. Lifty flicked the camera on as soon as he got positive feedback.
Shifty had his hands folded, grins at the camera. "Hello, citizens of Happy Tree Country. Me, my brother, and a band of Original Characters have layed seige upon Happy Tree Bank. We have hostages. And a dirty bomb. One interference by police will send the animals of the North Hemisphere fleeing for Vostok. So hear this; When Lifty and I leave the bank, no LEO interference, no snipers, no international charges. We walk free until the border into The North. But, by the time we come out of the bank, I want every single person, from Navaro City in Scandinavia, to Montijo Research center on Larson A ice shelf, to be screaming me and my brother's names. If not, we start shooting the hostages. Then OCs. Then bystanders. The ladder will go up to LEOs if you leave us no choice. Obey these rules and noone gets hurt.
Don't let the agony of choice kill these innocent people.
Lifty and Shifty."
Lifty gives a thumbs up, and both roar in laughter. "Dude, this is our best scheme yet. Nothing could fail in this plan! Glad thing I thought it up!" Lifty gloated.
"Hey, It was my idea!" Shifty yells.
"No, my idea!"
"Mine!"
"Will anyone recognise the pain I am suffering!" cries the fat mole. Shifty shoots him again, and the brothers continue bickering.
Lifty and Shifty step out of the elevator, and glare at the chaos occuring around the main chamber. There was a massive ice cream pool the vault hung wide open, a band was playing, Fang was trying to run over Toothy, and the ambient noise was defeaning.
He walks up to the stage Crack, Hallow, and Fritz were preforming on. Crack and Hallow were tapping out the beat, while Fritz simply made it up as he went along. And they were singing into microphones, In German, to the Tune of 'Danse Macabre'.
"Wir waren nicht klanglos,
doch sanglos.
Wir nicht gottlich,
Doch es beispeillos,
Wir waren Zeitlos,
Du bist hoffnungslos."
"Hallow es Armlos,"
"Crack ist sinnlos."
"Und Fritz ist Gehirnlos!"
Fritz glares at Crack, who was grinning at him. Shifty glares at the three of them.
"What the fuck are you singing!?" he asks. The music stops, and the three glance around, wondering what to say. Crack points to Fritz. Cub, who had been hiding behind a stereo crawled out and also pointed at Fritz.
"A song about how much we love Shifty and Lifty!" Hallow smiles at them, hiding the lie. Shifty nods and looks over at the Ice cream pool. Sparrow, a Wolf in black clothes, comes over, and throws a shoe at Fritz. "Sing in English!" he yells, and walk over to the water slide.
"Hey, Caramel, what are you doing with the ice cream?" Lifty calls up to the edge of the vat. Caramel rests her head on the raised edge, and smiles down at Lifty.
"Come on in the ice cream is fine. Just no skinny dipping!" She calls down.
Lifty sighs, and turns to Shifty, "I don't think they can hear. Shifty shakes his head, as Fangs mustang drives by. Sparky speeds by, laughing with a surge of electricity coursing through her. Melted Ice cream from the vat rains down onto the two, soaking them to the bone. The Band on stage Cub excluded, where playing a loud song, in another language. Many people were lounging around.
"I have a horrid feeling we wont get to the border with these ne'r-do-wells in tow." Shifty moans.
"Shif, were missing the clown and daredevil." Lifty exclaims.
"Keep your head on, they're here somewhere." Shifty says, unconcerned for the individual.
Meanwhile on the Roof, Static and Rhyme stand. Static smiles, but Rhyme remains undecided about the stunt they intend on preforming.
"Rhyme, when you hear the helicopter, open the trench coat. Alright?" Static says, anxiously.
"I dont think this is smart..." the soft beat of helicopter blades startles Rhyme. Static opens his trench coat, and pulls off Rhyme's. Both had targets painted onto their chest. Static stands arms spread apart, while Rhyme desperately tries to hide the target. "Static, Damnit, I hate your ass! We need to get off the roof quickly!" he cries hysterically.
Rhyme pulls at Static, but the fox refused to budge. Pop lifts his head out of the stairway. "Whoa, I thought roofies brought you to the floor, not the roof." Rhyme jokes.
A bullet whizzes past Rhyme and Static, but hits Pop. "Ow god, my ear!" he screams.
Rhyme twitches realizing the bullet could've hit him or Static. He grins sinisterly, and leaps onto the helicopter, now hovering a few feet away, and begins killing all inside. Static was watching with wonder, as Rhyme leapt from building to building killing snipers, bystanders, and LEOs stationed on the rooftops, whilst the helicopter plunged nose first into the alleyway below.
On the ground floor, Pippy had climbed to the chandelier, and was waving the bottle of liquor around, shouting, "I can take over the world! Screw the laws of physics!" She lets go of the bottle and leaps. Twirling in free-fall, she laughs, the sensation of intoxication and swan-diving giving her vertigo. Caramel climbs out of the ice cream vat as Pippy plunges into the inky depths.
Katz had been tracking the Twins, and entered the bank through the backdoor. She unsheathes a combat knife and a 9 mil., and glances around. The room seemed too chaotic for a regular bank robbery, but not chaotic enough for The town. She holds up both weapons.
"Everybody hands in the air, Im here to arrest you!" They put their hands in the air, although some had a sinister smile on their face. Katz smiled, thinking she had them captive. She whips out a cellphone, and dials the LEOs. But before she could speak, two bullets burst through her chest and face, and she falls to the ground. Shifty smiles, and blows the smoke from the muzzle of the pistol. "What an unexpected surprise, Katz!"
She looks around, struggling to move. But, she manages to grab the 9 mil, taking aim at the Vat of Ice Cream. The crowd gasps, for if the vat burst, they'd all probably drown. Shifty unloads 2 more clips into the red squirrel, and she collapses, gun falling from her limp fingers. Everyone sighs, relieved. But, the gun misfires when it hits the ground, blasting a hole in the vat. Melted Ice cream surges out, at first only trickling, then pouring out by the gallon. DJ frantically begins clawing at the wall, screaming and pleading, until he and Sparky are swept up in the surge. Frit holds Cub above his head, and Hallow climbs onto her drum set. Shifty and Lifty run the other way, still overwhelmed by the flood . Caramel and Pippy hold their hands up, and scream in delight.
Sparky ends up dangling from the chandelier, batteries in her mouth, clutched by her teeth, for both hands were needed to hold onto the chandelier. She sees Fritz, floating below her. She grabs hold of the corpse with her feet, and electricity surges through the corpse, reanimating Fritz. He glances around, coughing up ice cream. "I'm alive thank God, thank you Sparky!" Sparky nods, but the batteries slide down her throat, and she gags.
A second surge pulses through her body, this time instead of saving Fritz, his organs boil, and he explodes. Sparky accidentally drops into the torrent, and begins drowning. Suddenly, a hand rises from the water, and grabs onto her. A wolf emerges from the melted ice cream, and tries his best to support himself on Sparky. "What are you doing?" she asks, melted ice cream pouring in her mouth and nose.
"I am saving myself. Not to be an asshole, but I believe you and your friends have done enough!" He says as he steadies himself on her head. "Oh, and when you revive, my name is Sparrow!" he smirks. Sparky falls silent, dead.
Outside, Toothy was smiling. He totally ignored the newsvans and crowd of screaming bystanders, and walked up the marble stairs. He opens the door, and the slushy ice cream pours out onto the civilians. Sparrow falls into the ice cream as Sparky's body was sucked under the surface. He screams trying to swim away. Katz's body slams into his, and both are pushed through the narrow door, and grated into slabs of meat on the stairs.
Shifty and Lifty are sliding down the street on the current of ice cream, but they slide right into the police station. Shifty looks up at Sheriff Handy.
"Shit. he mutters.
PM or Review if I screwed up your character. There were many off handed jokes referring to things I don't have the patience to get into. One was the plague-gun from the Bosnian Genocide, because the gun never existed, although a similar gun was banned at The Hague. I did focus on some characters over others at the end because they would die. Most not mentioned are alive.
Although this is for all readers I have something to say to these people:
Pheonix - I'm working for level 19 as you read. Unless I decide to work on some more stories...Yar
Kennorz - I painted Sparrow as a person willing to kill for life. He also didn't appear too much in this chapter. I hope your alright. If not, I will include him in next chapter, as a witness.
Flipped - I took a bit of a leap of faith and assumed Hallow could atleast sing some German. DONT BURN ME! And please update your stalker story soon. I love it!
Other than that,
Nothing.
Go read some other story.
Preferably a lemon.
Or Lime.
Or...
You could review!