note!I do not own any of the ghost in the shell characters, but I do own the story so, blah blah blah, your probably not reading this note anywayso why doI bother!

Tachikomatic fun!

"Down with the sickness"

"Fellow tachikomas! it's that time of year again!" shouted a tachikoma standing on a box.

"Winter?" asked a tachikoma.

"Yes its winter, but that's not the season I was talking about."

A group forms around the box.

"what is it then?" asked one of them.

"Comrades! The time of year has come again, and we have to prepare ourselves more than ever before!" announced the one on the box.

"What are you talking about?" asked one of them.

"Yeah really?" asked another.

"Virus season!" it answered.

"VIRUS SEASON!" the group said in shock.

"That's right brethren! Virus season! And this year is suppose to be ten times worse than last year! were talking pro hackers here!"

"What should we do?" asked a concerned tachikoma.

a couple of the tachikomas begin the panic.

"Calm down! Mr. Batou is looking for a way to ready us for any virus known to machine, but it's going to take him and his colleges awhile, so it is very important for us to stay in good condition, and try not to get infected with anything until its ready!" said the tachikoma on the box.

"That shouldn't be a problem" said one of them.

"Yeah" said another.

"So far non-of us are sowing any symptoms, so we should be able to make it,.." said the one on the box.

A tachikoma in the back of the group sneezes blowing the cap off of it's granade launcher; the group stops their conversation and turn around.

"What?" asked the one that sneezed.

The group begins to back off.

"What are you guys doing?" it asked.

"Stay away!" said one of them in the group.

"What, why?" it asked.

"Because you're infected" said the one of the others.

"I'm infected! You guys should talk, you're all turning different colors!" it said.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought!" said the one standing on the box.

Suddenly another tachikoma sneezes, shortly after another sneezes, one by one the tachikomas are infected.

"Oh no! This is spreading faster than I thought!" said the tachikoma on the box.

"What should we do?" asked one of them.

"The only thing we can do" it answered.

"What's that?"

"Every tachikoma for it self!" shouted the tachikoma as it jumps off the box and makes a run for it, the remaining tachikomas fallow it.

"Hey! Wait up!" shouted one of them trying to catch up.

"Don't leave me here to get infected!" shouted another one.

Four tachikomas run out of the hanger and jump in a custodial closet.

"That was a close one!"

"Yeah no kidding, I thought for sure we were goners!"

"So we are the only ones that made it?"

"I guess so, what do you think they will do with the others?"

"Most likely their symptoms will increase to the point that they will be rendered helpless until Batou or someone comes up with a cure, but that might take days, possibly weeks, or longer!"

"Thank god we got out of there in time!"

"No kidding"

"Ah guys, I,. I,. Think I,.."

The tachikoma sneezes.

"Oh no, you're infected too!"

THE END! (((QUARANTINED!)))

Yes there you have it, my third tachi fic! And sadly, (cough, cough!) I didn't make it neither! I have the flu!

I guess that's what helped me with this fan fic! I hope you all enjoyed,.. Please send some chicken noodle soup and some tissues (Cough, cough!) Thanks!

(Sneeze!)

Bloo-96 (((QUARANTINED!))) :P