Hey Now, You're a Brawl Star! (A Brawl Stars Story)

Bull Arc Interlude

The boys pulled out of the driveway in a three-year-old black jeep, which had taken a loan from Bull's parents to buy, along with all the cash the boys had already squirreled away for a vehicle. Bibi hopped onto her bike and rode next to the boys until they had passed under the bridge at the edge of town.

Once Bibi was out of sight and Bull had stopped waving out of the window, Crow got down to business.

"Alright. Final destination is Brawltopia, right?" Crow asked. Bull pulled his arm back into the jeep and pulled a map out of the glove box.

"Yeah. I already planned out the first stop and most of the route. We're going to go down through Utah and Arizona, cut through Central America, take the Centennial Bridge across the Panama Canal, and drive down to Georgetown in Guyana and take the tunnel." Bull traced the route with a pencil as he spoke, going over an already very dark line once more.

"A tunnel that I still don't trust," mumbled a very claustrophobic Crow.

"Stick a rat in it, Bird brain."

"I still think we should take Austin's Ferry instead. "

"Jesus, then we'll really be sleeping with the fishes. No, we're taking the tunnel." The tunnel in question was the only driveable connection between Brawltopia and South America, a 200-mile-long wonder of engineering built by Pam Junker. Molly's Stretch contained Tara's bazaar, which filled the wide sidewalks lining the four lane road. The tunnel was named after the only brawler to have died permanently in battle, a woman who went by the name Molly. Crow took the name as a curse upon any brawler that should pass through it.

Which is why, throughout the trip, he would beg Bull at random intervals to take the less-than-legal ferry offered by another member of the gang.

"YEAH YOU'RE WORSE THAN NICOTINE!" Both boys screeched along to the radio. Bull had decided it would be a good idea to turn on some music, mostly to distract Crow from Molly's Stretch. Crow agreed to turn on some tunes, so long as he got to chose them, and Bull thanked his lucky stars that the avian would finally shut up about the tunnel.

And while the Panic! At The Disco karaoke was amusing, it was nothing compared to the pure euphoria of hearing Crow belt "Today 4 U" at the top of his lungs.

"I assure you officer, the licence is completely legal," Bull mumbled as the officer pulled him out of the car to pat him down.

"Yeah yeah. I don't trust you brawlers as far as I can throw ya. So shut up and let me do my job."

The Officer finished inspecting Bull, then walked around to the other side of the car to search Crow. After each Brawler received a breathalyzer test, they were free to go.

They intentionally blasted "(Fuck a) Silver Lining" as they drove away.

"There it is Crow."

"Shut your up fuck. I don't want to see it." The boys drove up to the entrance of Molly's Stretch, showing their passports as they did so. The woman at the booth took their money and waved them through into the mouth of the tunnel.

Bull turned on the headlights as Crow put on a sleep mask and curled up as much as his seatbelt would let him. Bull laughed, assuming Crow meant to sleep through the Four-hour-long drive through the tunnel.

Somehow, the bird brawler succeeded.

Bull winced as the sunlight came through the window. The wince, however, quickly melted into awe as he saw the Metropolis Wedge, the piece of the almost circular island that held the modern cityscapes: Super City and Robotown. He smacked Crow until the man woke up with a snort, then he gestured out the window. The Brawlers stated silently at towering buildings and colorful crowds until Crow uttered one ground-breaking statement:

"Holy shit dude."

Holy shit dude indeed, Crow. The future of this story recently hit me like a truck. So, to shed some light:

1. If (one can only hope) I finish this story, which I plan to, there will be a sequel. The various groups will interact more and it will be much fluffier. Kairos screwed us over by proving the theme park theory, so I'm gonna use the second book as a way to expand on the brawlera and use the theme park jive. I'm hyped tho! It's gonna be great.

2. Fucking hell I'm going to be drawing my own brawltopia map

3. If I get too many drawing ideas for this story, I may end up making that a separate book on Ao3. Only Ao3 though, because you can't post art on Fanfiction! *long suffering sigh* I'll link it.

That all being said, thank you, please keep reading, and goodnight!