Made this for fun, so idk if I'll finish, since I'm usually content with keeping stories in my head.
Unfortunately, this is my first story here :).
Me sharing my love for funny newgrounds man here is funny lol.
Sorry if the cover and formatting is...
After figuring out how to reload my gun, I looked around me to see who else was in position with me.
There were only three other soldiers with me. One who had square goggles, another with slightly cracked pair of goggles, and the third having a 7 on the back of his helmet.
We were positioned in a line in front of the fence,
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only two of them were looking forward, while the one with the 7 kept looking behind him and beyond the fence.
Man these guys look boring, I thought.
Despite there being a strict "dress code", most of us got bored doing nothing and played around with our uniforms a bit. It's no fun looking the same when you know that no one respects the uniform around here anyways. Heck, when I joined I swiped a pair of round goggles since I hated how the plain line ones looked. Besides, rounder ones let me see more anyway.
I was starting to get bored talking to myself and staring at the seemingly endless yellow path in front of me, so I might as well strike up a conversation with the other bozos here.
I began prepping myself, thinking of a stupid joke when,
"So do you guys know what we are looking to shoot exactly?",said the soldier with the 7 on their helmet, lifting their gun uping a questioning way. No one responded for a bit. The one with the square goggles coughed a bit and eyed both me and cracked goggles, as if signaling us to speak for him. I shrugged back, and looked at the one with the cracked goggles. They let out a sigh, which sounded more like a groan, and got up to stand in front of the 3 of us.
"We're supposed to be making sure no one gets in there" He said, pointing to the room behind the fence. He sounded like he had told us this 50 times already.
"What exactly is in there?" I asked. He glared at me, rudely saying, "You don't know? What are you, fucking stupid that you don't know what your fighting for?" He gestured to the one with the 7, "This goes for you too, you guys should know better".
"Okay damn sorry for asking" I said, slowly sitting down and putting my hands in front of myself.
"You should be, after all that was a dumb question you fa-"
"Tom please just calm down" said the one with the square goggles, with his hand to the side of his head in annoyance. "You are going to make these two want to leave like the last two."
"Hey, hey, you know I don't like it when you call me by name in front of people I don't know" Said Tom boldly as he approached squares, menacing pointing at him. 7 quickly moved out of the way and next to me.
"Maybe if you actually introduced yourself to these guys, they might, and get this, want to actually fight beside you rather than against you." Squares stared down Tom.
Tom let out an angry grunt through his teeth, throwing his whole body back. "You know that's a waste of time right? These losers are going to die out here anyway."
"This guy has some issues, I bet they used the stick on him," Whispered 7 to me, doing jazz hands as he said the last part, making me chuckle a bit.
Tom glared at us and was starting to get a good grip on his gun, causing me and 7 to flatten ourselves against the fence, but then squares made a clicking noise with his mouth, outstretching his hand. Tom looked back at him, then to us, instilling fear in the two of us. Square was still clicking a bit and began patting the side of his leg. Tom let out a defeated groan, and walked back to squares, leaning his gun against the fence before promptly sitting down.
"Don't mind him," squares said, turning towards us, "he gets very pissy when people come here uninformed, but he should know that everyone is allowed to fight, no matter how dumb they are." Squares bent down a bit and firmly said the last part in Tom's face, making him throw his head back, smacking against the fence.
Squares laughed a bit and stood up tall again, approaching me and 7 a bit. "Well, since we're going to be working together for the time being, we might as well get friendly with each other, hm?"
He stuck his arm out.
"Specialist Stan", he said.
"Private Randy" said 7, accepting the handshake. "Private Y/N" I said while also accepting the handshake.
It was quite firm.
"Y/N? Huh, I should apologize for what I said earlier." Tom said and he let out a smirk, laughing softly. "You didn't know better, since you might have been given the wrong assignment."
"Now's not the time to act like this." Stan said, crossing his arms. "Okay, okay I'll stop, for now." He let out a louder laugh as he got up from where he was sitting and came to where we were. Stan smacked the back of his head when Tom got close, letting out a bit of a clang.
"This jerk here is Specialist Tom" Began Stan, forming his arm in a more presenting way whileTom looked at him with a playful smile while rubbing his head a bit.
He looked back at us, his expression lowering, "It's not a pleasure to meet you."
"Same goes to you buddy!" Said Randy, quickly pulling out a pair of finger guns and a wide smile. Both Stan and Tom looked at each other and I sharply inhaled, wondering how Randy must be feeling.
Randy stared at them with a blank smile, before shaking his head and reaching down for his gun.
"We should get back into position, no point in us burning time right now" He said, letting out a single nervous chuckle. "You know what, we probably should." Stan said with his hands to his hips as he moved up a bit. "Ugh, about time." Tom positioned himself back against the wall.
Both me and Randy awkwardly shuffled back into position, Stan purposefully stood in between us and Tom, mostly likely to prevent more arguments.
