Crisis City

by Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Crisis City is a city that's always in crisis from the intense, burning flames and the tornadoes that like carrying cars. It's also a fan of having destroyed buildings burn at every instant from the intense red hot flames of the future. All things considered, even though this place shouldn't exist, it does, because it's a burning aftermath of breaking the space time continuum.

9. A Golfing Crisis

"Go." E-123 Omega stated as he had his giant metal arms folded. "My patience for this is running thing, you shadowy abomination."

Mephiles The Dark growled as he glanced at Silver, being in his crystallized form. "You know, robot, you're really not helping me focus."

"I care not about focus, chump." Omega replied as he began tapping his left robotic foot. "Hit the ball, you hideous freak of nature. Preferably now."

Mephiles sighed as he rolled his eyes, smacking the crystallized golf ball as it went soaring across the wide gaps between platforms, the ball rolling down the burnt street as it went under various destroyed cars, eventually bumping into the wheel of a wrecked food truck, with Mephiles cheering as he closed his right fist, Omega noticing.

"Excellent! I managed to get farther than you!" Mephiles exclaimed as he pointed at Omega, gloating. "Maybe you wouldn't be complaining if you actually had skills at playing golf."

"Hold your non existent organic tongue muscle before I blast it out of you," Omega growled as he took out his golf club, taking out a small red golf ball with his face on it as he smacked it, watching the golf ball going higher than the previous golf ball, but bouncing off the debris as it went on the edge between the street and out of bounds.

Mephiles smirked as he turned to Omega, who sighed in annoyance as the two moved up, resuming their game of golf in the burning golf course of Crisis City.