The votes are in. But it looks like the Blues have won. They actually won something for once. But, oh well; here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I'll never own Red vs Blue. They rightfully belong to Rooster Teeth.

"So you're telling me that the bomb can talk," Lav is still incredulous about Andy being able to talk.

"I'm not telling you that," Mikey said before he looked at Andy, "he's telling you that."

"Yeah, and I'm standing right here," Andy said, sounding insulted. "You can talk to me."

"If you could talk this whole time, then why didn't you just…" Lav then realized something. "Wait, why am I talking to a bomb? I'm not doing this."

"What, am I not good enough to talk to?" Andy asked with a tone.

"Andy, you're a dick," I deadpanned. "It isn't exactly… normal to talk with a talking bomb." I looked at Tex. "What the hell did you make him with?"

"Uh…" Tex droned out. Andy mentioned personal items… like what?

"…I'll ask about that later," I rolled my eyes.

"Though, I don't think it's a good idea to piss off the explosive device," Church said.

"I agree," Tex said.

"I wasn't talking about you Tex."

"Hey, why don't you suck my-"

"OKAY!" I called out, holding my hands up. "You two can argue about it later. Let's get back to the point at hand."

"Like, did Gary say anything about the bomb being able to talk?" Lav asked.

"Uh, just that this whole place is going to be destroyed by us, and that Andy here is probably the thing that does it," Church answered.

"I don't think so," Andy then spoke up. "Bunch of shisnos if ya ask me. And no one did ask me which I find insulting!"

"None of us knew that you're able to talk," I pointed out.

"You did!"

"…Okay you got me there," I sighed. "But, I was kind of panicking at the time." That and Gary probably made that up to go into their plan to end the Covenant War. Not like it'll do much, I'll bet.

"But, you two should calm down," Church said.

"Don't tell me to calm down, I am calm!" Andy not so calmly exclaimed.

"You got anything to say?" Tex asked me.

I shook my head. "Nah, too easy."

…I'm still getting used to not saying anything about things like this. Geez, this is some habit of mine.

"Caboose, calm this thing down before it has a meltdown," Church said, while Andy called out, 'Look at me! I'm calm!' as he spoke.

"Andy," Mikey looked down at the bomb, "everyone here is your friend. And no one wants to hurt you."

"Yeah right," the bomb said, sounding like he doesn't believe him.

"Why would we hurt you? That would just lead to a disaster," I said.

"Like what?" Lav asked me.

"Um… like making him blow up in self-defense?" I shrugged. "Something like that." That's sort of logic, isn't it?

"I guess that's true," Lav shrugged as well.

"Anyways, go on, Mikey," I said.

"Okay," Mikey said. "Now, think of a happy place, Andy. Now what makes you happy?"

"Being in the middle of a huge explosion!" Andy exclaimed excitedly.

"Less happy place Caboose," Church quickly said, "less happy place."

"Ah uh…" Mikey tried to think of a different plan. "Um. Try thinking about calming thoughts. Uh… oh, let's count backwards from ten! Ten, nine, eight-"

"NO/DUCK/NOPE!" We all exclaimed at the same time.

"uh… let's-let's see if we can try some other methods," Church quickly said.

Oh boy…

~o~

I… honestly have no idea what to do here. I don't have any ideas on how to calm a bomb, so I was sent to keep watch for anything. Not like the Reds will do anything other than send Grif out to try to distract us (even though the others are thoroughly distracted by Andy right now). We would be more worried about what will come soon. Soon-ish.

I gave a sigh, bored out of my skull again. I never thought I would be thankful for some 'excitement'. Everything is boring when you just stand around and talk. I'd like to do something other than just sit there. Sit there and listen to the others attempt to calm Andy down.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored-

"What are you doing out here?" Oh look, it's Grif.

I gave him a look. "You want to know?"

"Uh… maybe?"

I jabbed my thumb into the other room. "They're in there. But… if you want to know what's going on, see first then ask me."

He seems to be giving a look behind his visor. "…Okay. Whatever," he said as he went in there.

I waited a few seconds of hearing the Blues attempting to calm Andy with their methods (including an attempted knock-knock joke from Gamma) before Grif came back out. "Hi again."

"What the fuck is going on in there?" Grif asked, sounding disturbed. Frankly, I don't blame him.

"Well… turns out the bomb Tex made could talk, and we're trying to calm him down before he explodes – literally – and kills us all," I summed it up.

"…The bomb could talk?" Grif asked, skeptical.

"Eeeyep." I then shrugged. "You're questioning this now?"

"…Good point."

"Shouldn't you go back to your team?" I asked him.

"You aren't going to ask what I'm doing?" Grif asked.

"I would, but frankly, I don't care," I admitted. I already knew but…what the others don't know wouldn't hurt them, right?

"Huh. Makes my job easier," Grif mused before he turned and left. "Later."

"Later." It's odd how I'm casual with these guys now. I guess spending a few days with a bunch of guys can do that to you.

I looked up. Shouldn't this be around the time that Omega attempts his next plan? An army of Spanish speaking robots that move really, really slow. Lopez has gotten quiet sassy and snarky…then again, I don't blame him. He's put up with the shit the Reds and Blues go through every day after all.

But, I should go back in. Surely they're done trying to calm him down, right?

I got up from the wall and headed back inside. "Hey," I greeted.

"Oh, you're back," Church said. Yup, we're still not getting along with each other. Oh well.

"Yup, got bored out of my skull," I shrugged. "So how is it going?"

"I think we're finally calmed down," Lav answered.

"Yes," Mikey nodded. "We are all better now, we are not mad, and we are definitely not thinking about exploding at all anymore."

"Emotionally or physically?" I asked.

"Can I say both?"

I shrugged.

"Hey, are you talking about me?" Andy asked, suspicious.

"What?" Church let out before he held up his hands. "No, of course not. We just wanna make sure that we're all happy, and that we're not upset in any way whatsoever."

"Don't say 'we'," Andy said, "you really mean me. I mean, you, which in this case, is me."

"No no no," Church denied. Think fast Church. "Uh, we're uh, talking about Tex."

"Excuse me?" Tex asked with a tone.

Church leaned to her, whispering something to her for a bit before he leans away. "Yeah, um… I don't know if you've noticed but she's uh…she's kind of a bitch. Isn't that right Tex?"

"Church…" Tex sounded annoyed now.

"I don't know…" Andy said, skeptical.

"Come on Tex," Lav said.

Tex sighed. "Yes. We're talking about me."

"Sounds like you're patronizing me," Andy said with a tone.

"No really, it's me, I'm a bitch," Tex said, with a tone.

Church chuckled. "Keep going."

"And I need to be calmed down all the time."

"Or what happens?"

Tex then 'glared' at Church. "Or else, I get so mad I kill people on my own team."

If Church is a human, he would have gulped. "…I see your point."

"Tell him about the moodiness," Mikey added his two cents. "And the crankiness."

"Also mention that you like to punch people in the head while they sleep," Lav added.

Mikey looked at Tex in shock. "That was you!? I thought the Tooth Fairy was mad at me."

Lav looked at me. "Got a piece?"

"I'd rather live, thank you," I said with a look. I don't want to get bit in the ass by karma.

"Good point."

"Well, she sounds like a real handful," Andy commented.

Then Tex's patience snapped. "All right listen you little noob firecracker-!" She began before Church stopped her.

"Whoa! Hold it there Tex!" He exclaimed before turning to Andy. "See what I mean Andy? Volatile."

Tex turned her head to glare at him. "I am so going to remember this Church," she seethed.

"Not going to say anything!" I said. "I'm keeping my karma level to a minimum!"

"What does karma got to do with this?" Lav asked me.

"If I don't say anything bad, or do nothing bad, something good would happen to me," I answered. "If you do something bad, it will bite you in the ass. It's a matter of when."

Lav gave me a look. "…O-kay then…"

"But just in case, you should sleep with your pillow on top. Of your head. Tonight," Mikey said to Church.

He made a motion of rolling his eyes. "Yes, that's very funny," he said, sarcastically, "make all the threats you want. As long as everyone is calm, and peaceful, and there's nothing else to make us excited, I don't care." As if on cue, explosions occurred outside.

I gave him a dry look. "You were saying?"

"Attack, my robot minions!" We heard O'Malley shout from outside.

Church gave a groan. "Me and my fucking big mouth!"

"So what now?" I asked as more explosions occurred outside.

"Uh, j-just stay here with Caboose!" Church said. "Tucker, you and Tex do something about whatever is attacking us while I consult with Garry!"

"Yeah, sure, leave me with the most boring job," I muttered as the three went off to do their things. 'Not like we'll have much problems with the slowest army in history,' I mentally added to myself.

At least the Reds don't have to put up with this.

~o~

The entire Red team sneezed suddenly. "What was that?" Sarge blinked.

"Uh… was someone talking about us?" Simmons blinked, uncertain.

"Nothing bad I hope!" Donut piped up.

Sarge looked around. There doesn't seem to be any more explosions so their enemy is likely distracted. "I think they're distracted," he said. "Let's use this chance to slip away."

"Great idea, Sir," Simmons nodded loyally. He looked at the dash to see the flashing dot on the radio. "I have a lock on the distress signal. We can head right for it."

"Good thinking Simmons," Sarge nodded. "Now, everybody in the jeep!"

"Shotgun!" Simmons said quickly.

"Shotgun!" Grif said a second too late before cursing softly.

"Shotgun's lap!" Donut said happily.

"Fuck!" Simmons cursed.

"There's just no room for four people," Sarge pointed out the flaw to the plan. "Someone will have to jog aside." He looked at Grif. "Grif?"

"Jog? What's that?" Grif asked with a look. He knew what it is but… well, with someone like Sarge, he decided to be an ass.

Simmons gave a look at the fat man of the group. "It's like running, slowly," he said dryly. "Don't you know what jogging means?"

"Yeah, you lost me at running," Grif said, still being an ass. He shrugged. "Sorry, it's not in my contract."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll do it," Donut said. "Just give me one second while I put my jogging shorts on."

An uncomfortable image of Donut in jogging shorts – most likely his short shorts when he's 'office hot pants' that one time – appeared in their minds. "Wait. I want to reconsider!" Grif yelped.

"Who wants to hold my ankles while I stretch out my hammies?" Donut asked as he stretched a little.

"No one's fallin' for that twice, Donut," Sarge said with a bored look.

But, to gain at least a head start, it was agreed that they pile in for now to get a bit of distance from the power plant and…whatever is attacking. It looked like a small army of robots…going so, so slow. And unfortunately, they caught the eye of one of them.

"Let's go men," Sarge ordered.

"One of them is following us," Grif said, looking back a bit.

Sarge gave a bit of a frustrated noise. "We're going too slow! We have to leave someone behind."

"Not it," Grif and Simmons said.

"What?" Donut yelped out in shock. "No way! You're-You're leaving me behind?"

"Sorry Donut," Sarge said, waving his hand a little, "but military law is very clear in regard to the 'not it' methodology for making decisions."

…He isn't certain if that's how the army works to be honest, but Donut didn't say it. "Aw man, there's still so much about the army I don't understand."

Grif looked back again. It made a bit of progress to get halfway to them. "Here he comes!"

Sarge looked at Donut. "Donut, you hide here and wait for the guy tailing us. Then when he passes, shoot him square in the back and watch him die." He looked up wistfully. "Just like John Wayne would have done."

Donut gave a look, not hearing what Grif is saying. "I don't know," he said. "All this retreating, and shooting people in the back, doesn't sound very noble."

"We're not retreating, we're advancing!" Sarge said. "Towards future victory!"

"You mean, like, a tactical retreat?" Donut asked.

"Uh… yeah!" Sarge nodded.

"But how am I going to find you guys?"

"Just follow the distress signal to its source, you'll find us there."

"But I don't have a way to track it!"

Sarge paused. "…Excellent point Donut." And then they took off.

Donut watched them go. "…Well that wasn't nice," he said with a look. He gave a sigh, tapping his foot as he watches the robot painfully slowly advance to him. "…Well, I got time," he shrugged before he walked off.

Wondering around, he looked around before he came upon O'Malley…insulting himself in Spanish. "Oh man, it's that creepy dude!" He gave a look. "I wonder why he's insulting himself. Qué curioso." He then noticed the purple alien vehicle. "Ooh, the scooter!" He glanced around a little before he smiled and got onto it. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him!" He then drove off with a whoop.

He even ran over one of the robots too. "Okay! To get to the others!"

~o~

Bored…

Bored. Bored. Bored.

I gave a sigh. "Seriously, what did I do to be cursed with this?" I asked, standing up.

"Well…"

"Don't start," I said to Andy, narrowing my eyes at the bomb.

"Well right there it is!"

Ignoring him, I looked back to where Gamma is. With nothing better to do, I stood up and went in there. When I went in there, Church is nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the terminal, I asked, "Hey, have you seen Church?"

"HE WENT OUT A LITTLE WHILE AGO," the AI fragment answered. "TO LOOK FOR TUCKER."

"Why?" I knew why but I still asked.

"I TOLD HIM THAT THE GREAT DESTROYER IS A SINGLE BEING WHO WILL COME TO CLAIM THE GREAT WEAPON."

"Uh huh," I let out, bored. "So, how much bullshit are you only going to continue to spout?"

"EXCUSE ME?"

"You expect me to believe that a single person will destroy us all?" I asked, skeptical. "I mean… somehow I doubt a lot of people would care about a handful of soldiers who are out here, mostly standing around and talking. Do you honestly believe that a small group could stop this?"

"WELL…TO BE HONEST, NO. A LOT OF YOU ARE IDIOTS."

"…That, I will agree to," I admitted. "But those men are my idiots. So… if you try to do anything to them, I won't forgive you."

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD DO SUCH A THING?"

"…A feeling," I answered cryptically before I left. I passed by a screen of sorts, with me looking at it as I go and rounded a corner- I stopped. Wait. I looked back at the screen. It looks… familiar. Where have I seen it before? I walked off, rubbing my chin.

Where have I seen it…? Hmm… I guess I could ask Tex-

Suddenly, it came to me.

I remember seeing it when Tex, or rather the Epsilon version of her, explained to Epsilon about his memories. He remembered everything bad that happened to the Alpha prior to his creation…but not after. Alpha – Church – was hidden in Blood Gulch to keep what Project Freelancer did to him a secret. The person in charge of hiding him was… Agent Florida. Butch Flowers.

Suddenly, I was hit with a brain wave.

All of the things the Reds went through before they became the Reds of Blood Gulch… did Florida do all of this to make Church believe he was human? Not to mention… Private Jimmy.

…I covered my mouth as I came to a horrible realization.

Tex didn't kill Jimmy.

He was dead when Mikey team killed him. Church's 'memories' of Jimmy and of what happened at Sidewinder isn't what he described to us. He either made up his own memories or Florida helped with the illusion as well. Church sincerely believed he's a human… because he had a human body to help with it!

That's just… good god!

That doesn't explain why Mikey and Frankie are here, though. Not to mention Kai, who was sent to replace Florida?

We checked the computers… if only we got something from before all of this. The Freelancer personal wouldn't be dumb enough to send other incompetent soldiers to replace Flowers… unless an accident was involved. An accident that caused VIC to be this way…?

…

Nah. That doesn't seem possible. I mean, it could but…

…I…best not overthink it.

But that also lead me to another question. If all of this was merely a simulation…then did Church really time travel? Some of the events that happened were… coincidence. In fact, while Grif and Simmons were trying to give us Frank back, I was trying to look around for a sign of another Church.

…and he wasn't around.

If that's the case… then when Church 'died', what DID I see? Was I seeing things? Did I actually go crazy? I honestly don't know.

What's the point of making Church think he's going back in time? What was the purpose? Church has been broken down enough that he wouldn't make more fragments. And he basically gave up trying on several points of it.

Seriously, I can't comprehend how their minds work.

Especially the minds of other people as well, back on my world.

But, anyway, I better go and find Tex. Mostly because I have no idea what to do right now. Being with these guys gets me bored REALLY easily.

…Though, better than being at home, bored out of my skull as well.

~o~

I didn't even get outside until I heard explosions. "…And there's the alien," I muttered. I went on to see it, peeking out to see that several of them are destroyed…and O'Malley screaming in horror as the…Sangheili? Yeah, Sangheili – approached him but he quickly ran away, all while grabbing Lopez's head.

Welp, time for me to leave quickly, I thought to myself before I turned around and left.

I hope it didn't saw me.

~o~

I finally found the Tex and Lav (and somehow Mikey found them too) as they were chatting about something.

"And he says, 'Did I read it? I already ruined it!'," Lav said to Tex. Oh, I remember this conversation.

"That's disgusting," Tex said, disgusted.

"I don't get it," Mikey said.

"…Should I even ask what you guys are talking about?" I asked after a bit.

Tex looked at me. "It's best if you don't."

"Okay."

And cue Church in three…two…one:

"What…the fuck…was that?" He asked as he appeared in his 'ghost' form.

Ten points for me.

"Oh, hey Church!" Mikey greeted.

"Hey," Lav said, bored.

"Huh?" Tex looked at him.

"Isn't anybody gonna ask, 'What happened to your body, Church?'" The AI asked with a look.

"Church… we're not surprised to see you like this," I pointed out. "But, fine if it'll make you feel better."

"What happened to your body Church?" I joined Tex and Lav in asking the question in bored tones.

"What happened to…somebody, Church?" Mikey asked, scratching the top of his head.

2 points for effort, Mikey.

"Hell if I know," Church shrugged. "All I know is that I was sitting there talking to Garry-" no interruptions from Tex this time, "-about the Great Destroyer, who at the time we thought was Tex."

Tex shrugged. "I can't even use the sword, so I'm not the Great Destroyer."

"How'd you figure that?" I can't help but ask her.

"I asked Tucker if I could hold it," she said. "But it didn't work for me."

"Huh," I let out. "Anyways back to you, Church."

"Right, as I was saying, we all thought it may have been Tex, but that's when I turn around and I saw-"

"Saw what?" Mikey interjected. "Saw O'Malley?"

"No," Church deadpanned.

I decided to perk up. "Oh. Right, uh, a little earlier today, I saw who it was that destroyed O'Malley's army," I said.

"You did? Who?" Church asked.

"It was a Sangheili," I answered. At their stares, I looked at them…before I made a bored look. "A blue armored Elite," I deadpanned.

"Oh," some of them let out.

"It's probably the same one that attacked you, Church," I said.

"How come you didn't think to tell me or any one of us?" Church asked me with a tone.

"Uh, I was getting the fuck out of dodge," I answered. "If it spotted me, I would have died."

"But I died!"

"You're a- ghost in a robot body," I pointed out. I nearly called him an AI.

"…Good point."

"How did you fight it off?" Tex asked him.

"Fight it off?" Church repeated. "You must have me confused with someone who's brave. I got the hell outta there."

"You're telling me you left your body behind?" She asked, bored.

"I had to get outta there fast. That body was just dead weight."

"I know the feeling," Mikey nodded knowingly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Church asked with a look.

"But, we got a Sangheili to deal with," I said. "We don't know why it's here but if we aren't careful… well, you know."

"So what's the plan?" Church asked.

"Why are you asking me?" I asked back.

"You're the one who pointed out the situation," Church said.

"That doesn't mean that I'm gonna lead the charge!" I said. "I'm not a tactician or a strategist!"

"They're the same thing," Tex deadpanned.

"Whatever," I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

"Well, we still gotta get it," Church said. "For all I know, he's in there chewing on my body right now."

"It's a robot body," I pointed out.

"Do they even eat metal?" Lav asked, scratching his head as he put away his sword.

"I don't think so," I said. "It's an intelligent being. It- or he, she they – have their own culture and language."

"Don't start," Church said.

"Sorry."

"But, in either case, let's go get this alien," Tex said.

This will be interesting.

~o~

And here we are, standing outside of the building. The plan is for us to wait until the Sangheili gets out. But we stood there for the past few minutes yet it didn't come out.

"Huh… I think that's one fail," I spoke up.

"Yeah," Lav agreed with me. "We haven't seen that alien thing come out, so he's probably still hiding in there."

"Or eating Church!" Mikey spoke up.

No comment.

"All right then," Tex said. "Let's roll."

"Okay… Here we go…" Church let out.

…but we still stood there.

"…Uh, we're not moving," Lav pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Church cleared his throat. "Here we go."

Yet we still didn't move.

"…We're still not moving," Lav pointed out again.

"Does talking count as moving?" Mikey asked us.

"Nope," I answered.

Tex gave a sigh, stepping forward. "All right, screw it," she said. "You guys get behind me, and stay tight."

"Bow chicka bow wow," and there's the catchphrase.

"Never mind, Tucker is in front," Tex said with a bored tone.

"Eh, it was worth it," Lav shrugged.

"Right," I rolled my eyes.

"You two stay out here," Church told me and Mikey.

"Why do I have to stay out here?" I asked, miffed.

"You keep Caboose at bay," he said.

"What the hell am I? His keeper?" I asked.

"Uh… it looks like it," Church shrugged.

I gave a bored look. "…I hope the alien kills you again."

"I hate you too," Church said before he, Lav and Tex went in.

I sighed.

"Um… what do we do?" Mikey asked me.

I looked up. "…How long do you think it'll take for them to run out of here, screaming?"

"What makes you say that?" Mikey asked me.

"There's an alien in there," I answered. "Even a badass like Tex would be afraid of the unknown." That or she had been around us long enough for the 'stupid' to affect her.

"Um… I don't know," Mikey shrugged.

"Well, let's wait and see," I said before we looked at the building.

Not even a minute later, and the three of them came jumping out of the windows and door, screaming in panic or saying 'run!' repeatedly.

"Did we win?" Mikey can't help but asked them.

"Yeah Caboose we won, this is our victory lap!" Lav exclaimed as they ran by us.

"…There it is," I said. I gave a look before glancing back. "…Hey, why don't you go with them, I'll catch up in a bit."

"Okay!" Mikey nodded before he left.

I watched him go before I turned around. "…Let's see if I can get some luck before they do," I muttered.

I mean…surely the alien wouldn't attack me if I'm harmless… right?

I gulped. I sighed. "…I gotta be a masochist for this…" I mumbled before I headed inside.

I poked my head into the hallway and looked both ways. I took in a deep breath as I tried to make my steps as quiet as possible, stepping through there slowly. I peeked into the room looking around-

"Oh, look who's here," Andy said with me jumping with a yelp.

"Oh, Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I forgot he was there!

"Came in here to cry too?" Andy jeered.

"I can roll you over the hill," I said, squinting my eyes.

"Hey, I'm a bomb, remember?"

"So says a talking bowling ball."

"YOU JUST GOT ROASTED," Gamma picked the time to talk.

"Ah, shut up!" Andy said…while I gave a look.

"…Uh… roasted?"

"IT'S FROM THE URBAN DICTIONARY," Gamma explained. "PERFECTLY AND SOMETIMES COMICALLY INSULTING SOMEONE AT THE RIGHT MOMENT."

"Oh." The more you know. "By the way, have you seen-" I turned my head at the right moment to see the Sangheili. "OH MY GOD!"

"Blargh!"

I stared. "…Uh… hi?"

"Wow. That was good," Andy said, sarcastic.

I stared at him with a look. Then I looked up at the alien. "Uh… look, I know you can understand me, but I can't understand you. Do you have, like, something to translate your language into English? Or something?"

The alien stared at me. "Rwargh."

"…Is that a 'no'?" I guessed. "Just nod if 'yes' – shake your head if 'no'." He shook his head. "…Well that figures." Then again, he may not be expecting humans to be here. Hmm… I looked at Andy. "Hey, uh… Tex made you right?"

"Yeah, with a protocol robot and some of her personal items," Andy said.

"So can you understand what he's saying?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

"Then can you be the translator?" I asked him.

"No."

"No?" I repeated.

"Yeah. I ain't gonna be your translator!"

"Oh come on, please?" I asked him.

"After that roast ya give me, I ain't doing it to a salty bitch like you!"

"Try hanging out with the Reds and Blues for as long as I have!" I said. "You'd end up like them!"

Andy went silent. "…I still ain't doing it."

…Someone give me strength. I heaved a sigh.

"Okay. What exactly can I do for you? Nothing humiliating please," I said. It worked with Lopez, surely it would work with a bomb like Andy…right?

"Well…" Andy trailed off.

"THIS WILL BE INTERESTING," Gamma spoke up.

"Blargh?" The Sangheili let out, confused.

…I have a feeling I'll regret this.

And regret it she shall. How? ...Not even I know. At least this flowed much better than some of the other chapters I had trouble with. We're in season four folks, just one more and that's the end of the Blood Gulch Chronicles. Season I mean. One more season.

If you read the first chapter, you know on where Erica will go after it. But in case you didn't... I'll put that in. Until then...

Leave a review if you like it! Flames will be used to set the flames of hell hot enough to melt Rueben Lozano's skin off. Repeatedly for all eternity. You gotta agree, he's a piece of shit father. At least Tucker and Mason are better fathers than him. The Director is a close second to the two.