CHAPTER 4 DEPTH CHARGE
After Depth Charge finally got loose from the host the host decided to interview him next. One: because he was already there. And two: because she didn't want him to get away just yet. She grabbed his arm and flung him onto the couch. Before he could even try to get away metal straps clamped around his body and held him still.
"HEY!" he exclaimed, trying to get away. "LET ME GO!"
The host, still in drool mode, shook her head. "Nah," she said, smiling like an idiot.
Depth Charge didn't like fangirls. "I'm warning you," he growled. "Let me go or I'll-"
"Ah stow it," the host said, snapping out of fandork mode. "I'm going to interview you then I'll let you go." she pointed a finger at him. "But only if you promise to behave, got that?"
Depth Charge had no choice. He didn't want to stay the host's prisoner so he had to agree. "All right," he said.
"Good," the host said, smiling like an idiot. "Then things will be easier."
He didn't bother asking what she meant.
"Okay, Depth Charge," the host said. "Why do you want to kill Rampage so much?"
"Because he killed everyone I knew," Depth Charge answered. 'That thing shouldn't have been allowed to live. They should have destroyed it instead of dropping it off on another plant."
"So you have a grudge?"
"Right."
The host grinned. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked.
"That is none of your business."
"Why?" the host asked. "Did Rampage kill her too? Or did she dump you?"
"She didn't dump me!" he shouted.
"Ah hah! So you do have a girlfriend!"
Depth Charge looked annoyed. "So what?"
"What's her name?"
"None of your business."
"Is she pink?"
"No!"
"Yellow?"
"No."
"Black?"
'No."
"White?"
"No!"
"Oh I get it,
she's plaid."
"NO!"
"Then what color is she?"
"She's purple."
"Oh, purple. That's nice." she leaned forward. "Do you still date her?"
"How can I date her? I'm stuck on earth!"
"You know, long distance relationships never work."
"Mind your own business."
The host grinned. "This is my business. It is my job as a fanfic writer to entertain the readers with interesting quiestions." she wrinkled her nose. "You smell like a dead mackeral."
"Very funny."
"No, you do," the host said, waving her hand. "Ew! That stinks! Who knew robots could smell like fish!?"
Depth Charge broke the straps and stood up. "That's it! I'm out of here! I'm not going to sit here and be told I stink!"
"Sit down!" the host ordered, her face becoming evil and deadly. "I'm not done with you yet!"
Depth Charge sighed and sat down. "What do you want now?" he demanded.
"Are you suicidal?"
"No."
'Then why did you blow yourself and Rampage up."
"I was trying to kill X. It's not my fault I was in the way."
"I find that hard to believe. You pulled your own plug because you saw the design you'd have if you were in Beast Machines. It traumatized you so much you took your own life."
"Believe what you will."
She showed him a picture. "You sure about that? You're quite ugly here." she pointed at a deformed looking manta ray humanoid.
He took one look and shoved it away. "Get that thing out of my face!"
"Hah I knew it!" she said triumphantly.
"No, you didn't."
"Whatever." The host grinned. "Do you like My Little Pony?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Then explain this." she held up another picture. This one of his room. Almost every shelf had a My Little Pony on it.
"Uh...," he stammered, fidgeting nervously. "That's my little sister's room."
"Sure it is." The host chuckled.
Someone else chuckled too. A few seconds later Rampage stepped into the studio, holding his stomach plate and laughing his face off. "So, you like My Little Pony? HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!? You have strange interests, my friend. Hehehehehehehe!"
"Shut up, X!" Depth Charge shouted, getting off the sofa. He pulled out his gun and stalked toward the nut case. "What do you know about it? I can collect ponies if I want to!How about I blow off that pathetic thing you call a head!?"
"I'd like to see you try it," Rampage shot back, still laughing.
The host saw Depth Charge raise his gun. "Now wait a minute!" she shouted, getting out of her chair. She reached up to grab his gun. "You can't fight in here!"
Too late. The two enemies raised their guns at started shooting at each other. The audiance screamed in panic and ducked in cover as torpedoes flew everywhere. The host had to hide under her chair. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Somebody get security!"
Too bad for her security was currently hiding to avoid getting blasted.
"I need a new job..." the host muttered, diving out of range and hiding in her make up room until things cooled down.
A/N
Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been busy. If Depth Charge had ended up in Beast Machines I'd hate to see what he would have looked like.