Red Vs Blue season 14 male oc

Head Cannon

Vic: Around the end of their time in Blood Gulch, the Reds and Blues had a run-in with one bad bro-chacho: the A.I. Omega. AKA O'Malley. AKA Lord Satan von Kills-A-Lot. This duderino had a habit of infecting people's brains via helmet radios, making them do all sorts of evil stuff. Yeah, I don't get how it works either, but man! What I wouldn't give to see what he saw inside their heads... If only there were some kind of short story was...

The words "Head Cannon" float into frame.

Vic: Ha-ha-AWW, YEAH!

Fade in to the Reds hunting down Caboose in their jeep. Caboose is hiding behind a tree.

Simmons: Come out so I can shoot you ya fuckstick!

Grif: Where did Caboose go?

Alex: Guys don't kill Caboose.

Sarge: I don't see him. Caboose!

Simmons: Why?

Grif: If we don't kill him can we hurt him?

Alex: Deal.

Caboose: Don't listen to them, it's a trick!

The Warthog's radio starts picking up the Blues

Tex: (over radio) This is Freelancer Tex broadcasting on an open channel.

Church: (over radio) This is Private Church broadcasting on an open channel.

Will: (over radio) This is Private William broadcasting on an open channel.

Ava: (over radio) This is Private Ava broadcasting on an open channel.

Grif: Why are the Blues on the radio?

Simmons: Who knows? (radio turns on) Hey Blues, shut the fuck up, get off our radios and quit running our batteries down!

O'Malley shoots in to Simmons' open radio frequency while laughing. He appears inside Simmons' mind.

O'Malley: Yes, your mind now belongs to me, Tex. With your body, I shall exact my diabolical- Wait a minute...

O'Malley sees a slab, a bookshelf filled with books, and a bust of Simmons.

O'Malley: What is- Are those? No. Nooo! This is not the brain that I meant to infest!

Simmons Alex and Grif walk in to see O'Malley.

Simmons: Oh, my, a guest. Hello there. (to Grif) We have a guest. Grif, you idiot, fetch his coat, and give him a glass of our finest Irish whiskey. Alex go to your spot.

Grif: (Whining) Do I have to? I'm just so lazy and gross, and I'm pretty sure I disrespect you behind my back. I just can't prove it yet.

Alex: Ya that's probably good nobody likes my stupid ugly face and it would be best if I was never seen so I'm going into a dark room where I make fun of you and do stupid stuff becuse nobody likes me.

Simmons: Don't make me repeat myself!

Grif and Alex: Fi-ine! (walks out, stops, and whispers) I don't respect you.

Simmons: (sigh) Sorry about that, I'm so happy you here. Welcome to Chez Simon. It's not often I have company.

O'Malley: I'm leaving!

Simmons: What!? But you just got here, you can't leave!

O'Malley: If you attempting to hold me against my will, I shall remove your eyes in your tiny skull, and replace them with ping-pong balls with similar eyes drawn on them!