Undead Brad
Undead Brad
FusionFall Name : The Cypher
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Join date : 2012-04-12
Age : 22
FF Location : The Abyss
 |  Subject: FuFa One-Shots 5 in total Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:07 pm | |
| So this is where I'm going to be posting all my one shots!- Hysterics:
Hysterics
Dee Dee almost shrieked in hysterical delight. She covered her mouth and tried to muffle her laughter. Dexter stumbled out of the smoking chamber clumsily and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and looked to Dee Dee.
"What?"
This set her off. She giggled out loud now, all attempts to stop failed. She pointed to him and laughed harder. It was impossible to articulate words.
"What?" Dexter repeated, impatient.
"Look-at-yourself!" Dee Dee gasped before chortling more.
Dexter glanced down briefly and shrugged. Then his icy blue eyes widened and he looked down in horror. "Holy mother of Einstein!" he shouted.
Instead of his normal attire, Dexter was wearing a shorter lab coat and a short purple skirt. His legs were curvy and his feet had loose boots slipped over them, the heels stilettos. He stared at his now bumpy chest and waist, and his waist made a smooth hour-glass-shape. He darted his hands to his hair and tugged on its long length. Its normal straight texture and short length was long and wavy, and dragged into a French braid behind him. He gasped as he took a long feminine stride forward and off the platform.
"Oh my gosh!" Dee Dee cried. "This is great!"
"No! It's not! We're in the middle of a war and I'm a GIRL!" Dexter protested.
"It's funny!" Dee Dee laughed harder.
Dexter collapsed. "Don't let Ben see me like this, PLEASE," he pleaded to no one. "It would be mortifying."
Dee Dee nodded. "It totally would be." Her giggles subsided slowly as the situation sank in.
...But that didn't stop her from taking a quick picture and hiding the camera.
- Think Fast!:
Think Fast!
Dexter smirked. Ben was walking in. Perfect.
"Think fast, Benjamin!" he yelled over the intercom. Paintballs flew at hyper speed at Ben, whose eyes widened in confusion. The guns splattered him with different colors of paint, from red to silver and all in between. Dexter cackled to himself as he watched Ben's jacket and skin get splashed with rainbows and drip paint. The guns stopped as soon as Dexter pressed the halt button, and Ben shook his head, hair flinging globs of paint everywhere. Dexter came out of his CO and strode to Ben. He stood a good few feet away, for Ben was surrounded by a moat of colors that would surely stain his lab coat and boots. Dexter chuckled at the damage.
"Dexter," Ben growled. Dexter smirked.
"Yes, Benjamin?" Dexter mused.
Ben wiped paint off his eyelids and lips and cracked into laughter. "Nice one!"
They laughed hysterically for a few moments before Ben stopped. "Was that all you needed me for? Target practice?"
Dexter shrugged. "Well...yes. I couldn't do it to anyone else, so I thought you'd get a kick out of it."
Ben nodded. "I did. Oh, man. I got to show Mandy." He turned and hurried out the door; Dexter had a crooked smile on his face while he went back to his study and started to work on a project.
"Ben?" Mandy began with a sigh. "Why are you covered in paint?"
Ben smiled at her goofily. "Dexter." Mandy's confused face made him laugh. "He needed a release, and it just so happened that assaulting me with paintballs was it."
"Ah."
It was at that point that Billy stumbled in, paint splattered on him, also. "Guys, guys, guess what?" he exclaimed.
"Dexter," both said in unison. Billy gasped.
"How'd you know?" he gaped.
"Because he did the same to me," Ben laughed.
"Mandy, look at thi-" a voice cried. Dee Dee dashed in with paint dripping from her dress. She was heavily coated in pink paint. Ben laughed and pointed at her.
"Dexter's crazy!" he shouted, giggling.
Dexter, in his CO, was laughing to himself. "Well, back to work," he chimed. He picked up a wrench and tightened a bolt on his latest project.
- Cool It:
Cool It
Blossom stood in Dexter's office, looking over a stack of papers. "So, what exactly do you want me to do?" she asked again. Dexter looked up at her, face smudged with oil and goggles pulled over his eyes and glasses.
"I want you to try out this new mecha-suit I've been working on. This is the female design," he informed her, displaying the pink battle armor. "Dee Dee has already used it. She reported that it worked great as armor -I shot her several times with several weapons, and only one hit her- and is 'fashionable'." He turned back to the suit. "Though I don't know what in the world that has to do with a WAR," he added in a grumble. Blossom smiled.
"Okay, I can do that," she said happily. "Is it ready?"
"One more plate to wear the laser went through and we should be fine," he replied, welding another plate on. Seeing Blossom's alarmed look, he hastily continued, "She's fine! She's just going to be a little sore in her left side for a day or two." Blossom relaxed and looked at the papers again.
"Hey, do you mind if my sisters try this out, too? You know, so you can get more data on different fighting styles?" she suggested, pointing to a paper.
"I am lacking in that...yes, I suppose it will be fine if they try, also..." He finished welding and backed away from the suit. "Please put this on."
"Okay."
Blossom slipped the armor over her normal attire and pulled the zipper on the neck up. "I like this option. Not all girls like having their necks covered, so this will give them that freedom."
"Yes."
Blossom moved her arms, legs and waist, trying to feel any stiffness. "It's loose and comfortable, too. Easy to move in. Good fit around the body."
"Hm."
Finally, she tried using her powers. She lifted the desk with one hand, flew up a little bit, used her ice breath. Nothing was constricted, and she grinned, "It's a great suit. Good work."
But she grimaced when she realized she had frozen Dexter to where he stood when she had used her ice breath. "I'll, uh, go get a hair-dryer or something," she mumbled before flying out of the room panicking.
Buttercup and Bubbles had to laugh when they heard what Blossom had done, and that she still hadn't helped him.
- Alpha:
Alpha
Dexter stared in horror at the abomination in front of him. Did he just make that? He didn't remember drawing up blue prints for it, or making it at all. He just thought about it and-
The mermaid smiled up at him with almond eyes. "Hello! I'm your imaginary friend!"
Dexter groaned. "I'm never going to hear the end of this." He glanced at his "friend" and looked at her closely. Every scale on her tail was a diamond. An intricate head-piece made of gold was on top of her curly blonde hair. Her swimsuit was something along the lines of a seaweed wrap. Her gills were on each side of her neck, and her neck gently sloped into shoulders under a vest of armor. She had a belt that separated her skin and tail and a sword in its sheath on her right side. She looked like a warrior.
He started to make a pro and con list in his head. He DID need a spy to go into the Fuse base underwater. But it was an imaginary friend. But weren't Eduardo and Wilt, some of his best men? He pursed his lips.
"Okay. I'll keep you as a soldier," he finally decided, running his hand through his hair. "You're name is Alpha."
Alpha giggled. "The first letter of the Greek alphabet, right? Also a term for the 'leader of the pack', in terms of wolves and animals, right?" She snapped her fingers. "Yes. That's right."
Dexter's eyes widened. Well, Alpha DID come from his brain. It wasn't just some mindless doodle. It was a person. Alpha shifted her tail behind her. "I'm a soldier, yes? So I'll be needed in the water, as an undercover operative. I shouldn't be wearing this, then." She took her gold head piece off and her curly hair fell on her shoulders. "If I need to be inconspicuous, then I shouldn't wear that." She pushed it towards him. "I take it, from the situation at hand," she continued, picking up a piece of paper and reviewing the latest battle scenario, "that I will be needed to take out a 'Fuse' base underwater with a team of other scuba divers. They'll need some 'gills' like I have if I am correct in saying that they'll be underwater for a LONG time; longer than any scuba gear could provide."
Dexter nodded. "Yes. Good observation."
"And, a heads up, silver cut wells in water. Silver swords and dark colored lasers. Dark colored lasers will hide the blast better. I'd put a silencer on it, too, so that the vibrations from the gun will be minimized."
"Of course."
"Thanks for listening. Now, what station do I go to? According to this..." Her colorless eyes scanned the page. "I'll be at Sea Station 4?"
"Yes."
"Thank you. Now, I'm off. I'll be debriefed at the station about what I need to do. You've sent the mission stats?"
"I sent them last week."
"Good. Well, bye!" She grinned and waved before disappearing with a POOF.
Dexter smirked. "Oh, now she can disappear, too? Why didn't I think of imaginary friends earlier?"
- Determination :
Determination
Dexter hit the desk when the experiment didn't work. This HAD to work! It just HAD to!
He had a reason. A reason that was tearing his heart in two every second it wasn't fixed until it was a hollow cavity full of sifting dust.
He just lost his favorite operative, and he had done the deed himself.
Henry Lake was the best field operative -that was mostly human- that any commanding officer could hope for. He was like an older brother to Dexter, always teasing him, patting his head, and acting like that older boy in the family that Dee Dee just couldn't be, no matter how hard she tried. Whenever Dexter got lonely and everyone was busy, he would call in Henry, if he wasn't busy, and they would chat, throwing a baseball back and forth.
"You throw like a girl, Dexter!" Henry would chant.
"I learned from a girl," Dexter would shoot back.
They'd laugh and toss the ball again.
Henry was quite like Benjamin, Dexter realized, thinking back to their similarities. But Ben could never be the authority figure that Henry was.
When Dexter would start talking about science, Henry would make a great effort to understand, asking questions about what would affect what and such.
When Henry thought Dexter needed sleep, he sent him to bed without a second thought.
Same with food and freedom. He was, in fact, one of the only agents who would stand up to Mandy in Dexter's defense...that poor, brave soul.
Last week ended their times together. There would no longer be memories basked in warmth. There would only be the look of desperation in his eyes. The look wasn't from pain, or physical agony, as Dexter would have preferred, but the look was from inner agony. He didn't want to leave, but he knew he needed to. His soul was being ripped unwillingly from his body. He had held on for as long as he could; he fought death daily on the battlefield, so one more time in a hospital bed couldn't be so bad. Apparently, it was.
But he still didn't want to leave. He LIKED Earth, and fighting for it. In return, people liked him, and so did the planet. Henry also had a reputation for being extremely lucky, but Dexter knew it was hidden tactic.
That hidden tactic was given to Dexter in Henry's last breath.
"I want you to take the details in my bag and build it. It's full-proof. I've tested it myself. The only thing was I could never use it. It wasn't stable. If you build it, it will be." He smiled weakly, head falling back against the pillow. "Please, Dexter. It was the thing I was supposed to do for Mandy, but, well, you know...a saber tooth glob happened."
Dexter smirked. "Glob?"
"Yeah. Trust me."
They chuckled, but Henry's was cut off by a cough. Dexter's eyes softened and saddened.
"Now, what I want you to do...is not reincarnate me with Grim's powers, Dexter. I want to die in honor, not just keep coming back." He blinked. "Do you understand?"
Dexter nodded. "A final death."
"Yes. That's what I want. That would be the most noble."
Dexter blinked away tears and put a hand on the bed.
"Dexter, what I'm going to say next is probably going to be my last wish, so I'll try to get it all out." He took a deep breath, and then smiled. "I want to die with a smile on my face, and I want to know that this war will end. Even if you have to lie to me, I want you to tell me that this war WILL end. That everyone will be free, that people will see their parents and siblings again, that we'll be at home again with no fear of Fuse stripping us of our family and killing them off like lambs by a coyote's teeth. Please, can you tell me that?"
Dexter shook his head. "Once I tell you that, you'll give up!"
Henry took his hand in his. "I will. This is why I want YOU to tell me this."
Dexter gulped. "O-Okay."
So he did. Dexter watched the life slowly drain out of Henry's eyes and he told him what he wanted to hear and more. Henry murmured something and finally let out a deep breath, his eyes closed.
Dexter left the room after writing a "NO REVIVAL" note on the clipboard on the end of the bed.
He left the sixteen-year-old boy, who had three younger siblings around the age of four, five, and six, dead with a smile of his face. A smile of total content and peace.
And he left with dry eyes like a hero, details for a machine in his hands and fully set to work at the plans until his heart gave out...
He reset the calculations of the component and hit the go button. The laser whirred and started smoking. Dexter immediately stopped it and groaned out of frustration. "Why won't this work?" he shouted, flinging the paper. "You said it was full-proof, Henry! Full-proof! This is barely on the line of acceptance!"
"Try getting a bigger chamber for the element. What element is that? I've never seen anything like it," a voice whispered from behind him inquisitively. Dexter instantly recognized it.
"It's Element Lake," Dexter explained, embarrassed at being caught in the middle of a breakdown. "Henry Lake made it with Mandy's help."
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup stared at him with understanding looks in their wide eyes. "So, what does it do in that laser?" Buttercup asked immediately, always straight to the point.
Dexter grinned. "Apparently explodes."
About three seconds of confused looks later, the laser behind him exploded into fragments and Dexter cackled. "Henry, wherever you are, that was perfect timing." He shook his fist at the sky and smiled grimly. "So, you said to make the chamber bigger? Why would that help?"
Blossom shrugged, taking her sister's shoulders and turning them. "We'll leave you like this. We-"
"Don't-" Bubbles added.
"Like-" Buttercup put in.
"Being-"
"Contained," the three sisters finished with a breath-taking smile, warm radiance in their eyes.
And Dexter understood. The chemical didn't want to be contained, just like the rest of the KND, the heroes, the killed in action, and the missing. Like Earth. All of them were free, and couldn't be contained by anything in their way. The chemical was made to test his devotion. This only drove him further to make it work and he started to make plans on the laser.
When an operative scurried towards Dexter's lab at the sound of an explosion, Dexter was already running out of the lab, coat and hair singed, feet bare and gloves burned. He banked around a wall and dashed towards Mandy's office. "Mandy, Mandy! I finished it!" he shouted, slamming the door against the wall as he opened it. He held up a finished product, a steaming sword. It was glowing orange and white, but that was just Element Lake. Dexter had tested it.
Mandy rolled her eyes. "Finally."
Dexter put the sword on her desk and smiled triumphantly in her face. "I don't care what you say. I finished it, and I'm proud of myself." He put his hands on his hips. "So retort all you want, but it won't affect my mood." He turned and strode out of the room, white and now black coat swishing behind him. Mandy shook her head, picking the sword up delicately.
"Ms. Warthog," she ordered into the intercom, "please send a message to Dexter that I want it pink."
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