So, what if Ruff Rabbit, the Rhyme game Noiz is the leader of, is filled with super geeky and nerdy outcast? Like, them really looking up to Noiz, and even going as far as to have a fan club.
It would be super fucking adorable, and I would personally bing watch that all day. Just having an episode on how they absolutely admire him in every sense. I would image it going something like:
"Hey, Kent, I had gotten the pizza last time, it's your turn, shit, cover, cover," Sheldon called out, typing as his voice echoed out through the microphone.
"Duck, 2 o'clock, got em. Fine, then it's at your house," Kent had seemed annoyed, but secretly happy.
"Yeah, hey who is getting the drin- fuck, get to the base, these dicks aren't seeing tomorrow," Sheldon had started to work faster, his fingers tiring from how long they have been working.
"Got them, Sheldon, the drinks? I guess I will," a frustrated sigh peeked from Arnold.
"Hey, call up the other guys Kent, we need more players, and to inform them of the time and place," Sheldon hissed, concentrating back on the enemy shadows.
"Already have, they should be logging in, now," as Kent said that, four usernames appeared on the screen, indicating new players.
"Helloo, have you got em'," Flare had asked.
"Yeah, and holy shit, have you seen how fast he types? It's so fucking majestic," Spike nudged in.
"I know, right? Maan, Noiz is so cool, I wish I had his 'no fucks,' take on life," Waldo squeaked.
"Gosh, I want his fucking swag, you see the way he just owns the place? No fucking cares, none, and you feel weak just being near him," Alfalfa groaned, memories flooding back to him.
"Shiiit, he blew up left, spread, go in two man teams," Kent roared, everyone splitting up quickly.
"That saved us, thanks, everyone alright, alive," Spike asked, his screen projecting him and Arnold running, the characters in heavy camouflage gear and weaponry.
The call out had made it known everyone was safe, or only suffered a small amount of damage. It was relief, and everyone had partners. No brother left for dead.
"Fucking close, nice save, so, I'll get the extra coffee," Sheldon asked.
"No, I'll get it, we're going to be at your place, it's only fair I cut in some money," Waldo added.
"Okay, I'll get some extra games, just in case," Spike called out.
"I'll bring little extra things, paper towels, plastic cups, and so on," Alfalfa chipped in.
"Okay, I'll set up blankets and pillows, make the living room nice and comfortable," Sheldon sounded happy.
"Man, you're the best at it, this'll be so much fun," Kent had fist bump the air.
"Hell yeah, no one does it better than you, Shel," Waldo had a wide ass smile, "fuck, duck under, rock, rock, 3 o'clock," he started again.
"Fuck this whore, bye bitch," his cover, Alfalfa blared as Flare and sniped him.
"Sorry I've been gone, the up grounds didn't have much hide and camouflage, I got the music," hearing four more shots, the reconnect place was decided from the trusty sniper and navigator, Flare and Kent.
Halfway there, a new player added on to the game, and confusion played out, "sorry, but player: BiteMe2 has to leave, we already formed," Sheldon said, a more softer tone being taken up.
"Really, thats a shame, I wanted to hear more," a low voice with a teasing tone huffed out.
Simultaneously, everyone froze. Noiz. Confusion, and worry was the only thing there.
"No, the buggie man, who else?" He answers with a sarcastic note that chilled everyones spines.
"How long-, are we-, we're so sorry," hearing apologies, he snickered.
"Please don't kick us off," Kent bowed, even if it wasn't seen.
"No. Just wanted to make sure these “activities,” don't ruin your performances. I need the top notch, not weak newbs from lack of sleep,” He signed out, leaving everyone breathless and almost dead from heart failure.
"We, we, we're still on," Flare pipped up, modeling enthusiasm like it's out of date.
"Holy fuck," Spike added, still feeling scared, yet shocked.
"Yeah, holy shit is right," Waldo felt his heart, the loud thumps resting in his ears.
"Wait, is our line secure," Alfalfa checked.
"Would it even matter with Noiz? Precaution for sure though, please tell me it was," Kent worried.
"Nope," Alfalfa responded.
"Damn," Flare lowered his head.
"To think we were so careless," Sheldon grimaced.
Well, I had fun making this. I really could just watch that, and it would be really nice if we got more time with the teams, than the leaders. Just to see the family relationship, or arguing like brats on either side. Hope you are having a good night/day. Stealing my work will not be tolerated.