Freckles is known as the loyal dog of one Michael J. Caboose. He appears during Season 11 and terrifies both Blues and Reds. He isn't really present after the Chorus arc, and has very little Screen time.
But what if he appeared earlier. What if he w...
"Oh, man. Wha, what happened?" Grif asked as he slowly woke up. He could barely see anything with the bright lights overhead. He assumed he was an infirmary, but he didn't remember there being one on base.
Maybe he should have stayed awake at the Red team meetings. Oh well, it's too late for regrets on that. As Grif tried to get up, a three-finger robot arm placed itself on his chest.
"Hey, stay still. You need to recover from the hit and run from that tank." A high-pitched robotic voice came from the being. Was that a battle droid?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Wha, when did we get a new robot?" Grif asks as he grabs his head. Did they put something in his IV? Wait, he didn't have an IV.
"Hush now." Donut said caringly, "Shhhh. Shhh. Shhh. Shh. It was touch-and-go there for a while, good buddy. But I did it. (Inhales) I pulled you through!"
"How long was I out?" Grif asked with a cautious tone, hoping to get answers from someone other than his somewhat delusional teammate. Light red being different from pink was so retarded.
"Don't you worry. Nurse Donut here stayed by your side the whole time, stroking your hand and keepin' you company." Sarge said. Oh, he was standing on the opposite side of Donut and the robot.
Makes sense. Donut was annoying at the best of times. His well-meaning nature made it worse. Grif groans as he sits up. He then asks a very important question.
"My right hand?"
"Your left," Donut replied cheerfully.
"Note to self: Cut off left hand," Grif said with a groan as he rubbed his eyes with his right hand.
"Technically speaking, it's not your left hand," Sarge informs him, with a slightly smug tone. This made Grif stop.
"Say what now?" Grif raised his left hand to see it was a slightly different skin tone from normal, with stitches near the palm. He looked at the rest of himself to see that he was still mostly in his armor. However, what wasn't covered he could see stitching.
"I had to replace certain body parts that were severely damaged when the tank ran you over. And a few that atrophied from a lifetime diet of HooHoos and bacon-flavored marshmallows." Sarge told Grif, silently shaming him for his unhealthy lifestyle.
He would never exercise. That's just for nerds who can't get a girlfriend, or muscle heads who underperform in places where it matters.
It didn't matter to him if he was healthy or not. Grif would eat those bacon-flavored marshmallows till the day he died.
It was not how he died, but he lived stuffing himself to the point of suffocation via bavon-flavored marshmallows.
'What a way to go.' Grif thought before he remembered him being turned into a Frankenstein project. "Wait, which body parts?"
"We'll let's see. We had to start with the shoulder, then we moved on down to the flank..." Sarge said as he explained the process of his operation.
"Huh?" Grif said in confusion. What, did they use a picture of a pig for reference?
"Yeah, we couldn't find an anatomy book... But we did find one of those pictures with the cow and the dotted lines all over it... I think it did the trick." Donut explained.
Grif starred in bafflement. He was not sure what he was more impressed by. He survived surgery from his idiotic teammates, or that they used a picture of a cow for an anatomy book.
"Wait, where did you get the replacement parts?" Grif asked with concern. He hoped Donut didn't decide to donate some of his organs.
He wouldn't mind having new organs to replace his old rotting ones. He has already pretty much ruined it in the first place. Getting new organs to ruin would be great. Especially if they're free.
He didn't want them because he knew Donut would hold it over him forever especially because Donut would do so in the most unintentional way possible. The worst way to do so in his opinion.
"Why, from our other subject, of course," Sarge said as he stretched his arm to his right.
"Subject my cyborg ass," Simmons said in anger.
"No way," Grif said as he slowly turned towards Sarge's left to see Simmon. Even with the armor covering most of Simmon's body, he could still see the cyborg parts sticking out from Simmon's left arm.
"Yeah, I'm real happy about this myself, numbnuts," Simmons said angrily as he turned his attention to his cyborg arm.
"Surprisingly enough no. But we did replace the one-eyed snake." Sarge continued his list of replaced body parts.
"Did I get your lips? 'Cause maybe then I'll finally figure out how to kiss Sarge's ass." Grif snarks back.
"And the ass."
"What the hell!? What didn't I get?" Grif exclaims.
"We pretty much replaced all the internal organs and some of the more disgusting external ones. Except for Simmons' spleen, which will be inflated and used for general recreation, and espirits de corps." Sarge explains.
"This doesn't seem physically possible," Grif said to himself. What, was Simmons 90% robot now? If so, how were they able to get a robot then?
"Nonsense. Modern technology makes anything possible. It was as easy as shake n' bake!" Sarge
"And I helped!" Donut shouted.
"Actually, Donut, I don't really know if snickering in the corner all night like a prepubescent monkey actually qualifies as help. But it sure was entertaining!" Sarge corrected.
"Alright fine, Simmons is mostly a robot now, whatever!" Grif says in frustration.
"I'm only ⅛ robot genius. Haven't you been paying attention?" Simmons asks as he continues fiddling with his mechanical arm.
"Dude, did you not hear how long that list was? It sounded like they completely turned you into a robot!" Grif argued.
"Just because Sarge likes to go into more details than your attention span can allow, doesn't mean what he is saying isn't important." Simmons countered.
"I often wonder how you're able to breathe with how far your nose is up his ass." Grif said, before saying with a grin as he put his helmet on, "Then again, you probably don't need to worry about that anymore now, do you?"
