Blackout

"Alright, it's about to start!" Roy was bouncing unsteadily on his couch that acted as his bed. Cody yawned as he stared at the TV.

"Is it really worth watching?" The tabby asked the fox.

"Yes. Hey it's starting!" The second the movie began, the TV shut off as well as the lights and other appliances. "What the fuck!"

"I think we're going through a blackout, I heard Kat's Eye News talk about them earlier. Something about conserving the city's energy." The tabby yawned, it was pitch black thanks to the night outside.

"Well fix it!"

"I can't do anything to fix it." Cody rolled his eyes, though it was useless since the fox couldn't see it.

"Well all I see is darkness, at least use the flashlight!" Roy kept yelling, being in a bad mood missing the movie.

"Shit, we forgot to buy batteries for it... Oh wait." The tabby reached inside his underwear. "I always keep glow sticks in my boxers just in case." He snap the stick for a slight neon green glow that barely illuminated anything. "Huh, this isn't as effective as I thought it would be..."

"Why do you even keep that in your boxers?"

"Y'know, just incase of spontaneous light raves." The tabby began beatboxing and spinning the glow stick. After a few seconds of that, he looked at what he hoped was Roy's direction. "You're glaring at me with a great disdain, aren't you?"

"Correct. Now if only the city could turn on the fucking power!" Roy yelled, he began to rant and complain while Cody still kept up his solo rave. "Are you even listening to me?!"

"Dude, just be patient."

"I'm trying to be!" The fox yelled and watched the light stick float in the air in very erratic patterns with poorly made dubstep music coming from the tabby. "I would punch you in the face right now, if only I knew where it was..."

Doubles

Roy sat down with his companion of a breakfast themed snack. Cereal smiled as he pet a duck. Just then nature was calling the fox.

"Is that an orchestra?"

"I need to change that ringtone..." The fox sighed and went after his phone. Just then a portal opened and Cereal's creator came out, he will be referred to as Narrator.

"Oh, what are you doing here?"

"Oh nothing..." The two were identical, Cereal being somewhat of a self-insert OC. When Roy came back into to the room to see the identical people, the fox yelled.

"What the hell!"

"Roy, shoot him! I'm the real one!" One shouted. Though the fox was confused on why he should kill one of them. Especially since neither of them have done anything bad. But thanks to the peer pressure brought on by the two, Roy pulled out a gun and began to shake as he directed the firearm at the possible twins.

"I don't know which one to shoot!"

"You know this Roy, I know you do!" The fox thought for a moment.

"What is the definition of we?"

"You and me, duh." One of them replied.

"This is actually my personal favorite... WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Without hesitation, the fox shot that impostor.

"How did you know?" Cereal asked.

"I didn't. I just get annoyed by that..." Just as he handed over the gun, Roy's creator came out.

"Hey...Whoah shit!" He gasped as soon as the gun was pointed at them.

"Which is the real one?!" Cereal shouted, suddenly in the other end of this cliché. Both of the Roys deadpanned.

"Oh I don't know, MAYBE THE ONE THAT'S NOT A FOX!" One shouted. Cereal pulled the trigger repeatedly to find that it was empty.

Fraylo

The two ten year old Cody and Roy sat on the couch as Cody was maneuvering himself in awkward positions whilst playing a game.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Milking cheese out of my ass, what does it look like I'm doing?" The fox tilted his head.

"It's hard to say, y'know... moving the controller doesn't exactly make your character move faster. You just look silly..." Roy began thinking again. "Like a mime riding a unicorn horn, on an elephant, in a pizza truck, in outer space and it's exploding... and the flames are donuts, that's how silly you look."

"Shut up, I'm under fire here!" Cody silenced the fox.

"What are you playing?"

"Fraylo 4." The tabby responded as the in game announcer spoke.

"Obtained item, Super-Laser-Sniper Rifle."

"Awesome, I got the Super-Laser-Sniper Rifle!" The tabby cheered just as his character was killed. "Aww c'mon, I didn't even get to use it! Every time I get an awesome weapon, some dude spanks my ass like an abusive parent. See, I can't have nice things."

"You really shouldn't be swearing..." The fox advised ironically.

"What are you fucking kidding me? You swear more than any other child Jake's adopted." Cody revealed.

"Any child... How many kids did Jake have?"

"42, but I'm not counting babies, frankly the only reason you're still alive is because you can make your own food." Roy watched as Cody's character was blown up again. "That's it. Fuck this game!"

"Would saying something encouraging like ;you can do it if you just try harder' be of any help?" The fox looked at the glare in the tabby's eyes.

"Would shoving a fork into your eyeball make you see any better?"

"Uh no."

"Exactly, so stop shoving your word-forks into my eye-brain." Roy paused for a moment.

"Wait what?" He asked just as Cody lost the match.

"Fuck!" He swore with his legs doing a split in the air to match his weird movements.

I just love writing Cody as a ten year old. It's so fun!