Arsonist and The RED Team's Cookout

The Dinner Potluck

It's 8:30 PM and everyone is here. All of the RED Team, and even Ms Charlie showed up. Arsonist is glad that Mechanic had a spare suit for him to borrow.

As the potluck started, with people gathering to eat food, Arsonist decided to see what the others made, he wasn't going to eat anything he was just curious.  Flanker had Macaroni and Cheese, Brute had his classic burgers. Agent brought an interesting new dish, Arsonist must ask Agent what it is, Arsonist places his dish next to Agent's. He then goes to join the group of people near the fire pit. As he walks closer he can hear snippets of conversation, Arsonist gets close and says hello, the others greeting him simply and return to the conversation.

Agent: Oh Diamine,  I have been so frustrated today. First I mess up mio first batch of Tiramisu. Then I find my savings to be less than what I had last time.

Mechanic: That is interesting? Did you lose the money by misplacing it?

Agent: No, that is not even possible. It was there this morning. I come back to my room and see a lot of my money is gone.

Annihilator: Ah lass! I'm sure it will turn up somewhere! In the meantime, enjoy the food, and have fun!

Annihilator then stumbled away, he didn't seem to be able to walk properly, like something was wrong with his balance. He also reeked of beer.

Agent: Annihilator is drunk, isn't he?

Mechanic: Nah really? I could not tell *He voice is overflowing with sarcasm*

Agent: What did you bring, Kenneth?

Mechanic: Texas Barbecue Ribs

Agent: Sounds interesting, I must try it later tonight.

As Agent left Mechanic to grab more food, Arsonist always wondered how that cold hearted woman was so warm and kind to Mechanic . Along with the fact she calls him by his real name, Arsonist wonders why that kindness is never shown to himself by her or his other teammates.

Arsonist walks over to the food table, and attempts to join a conversation between Agent, Brute, and Flanker. As Arsonist approaches the table he could see that to some people, he was not welcome. While Agent just groaned upon noticing Arsonist coming over, Flanker was more direct.

Flanker: "Hey, what's the fire freak doing h-"

Flanker was unable to finish his sentence as he got slapped in the back by Brute.

"Enjoying the event Brother?",Brute inquired

Arsonist: Yes very much so, I must say the dishes you prepared look nice.

Brute: Did you make anything?

Arsonist: Yes I made a spicy chicken sandwich it's-

Flanker: Oh come on? Seriously? You made something? I need to see this.

Arsonist watches as Flanker heads to the food table, walking past the dishes with the other names, until he reaches Arsonist's. Flanker grabs a sandwich, puts it on a paper plate, and walks back.

Flanker takes a bite into the sandwich. He smiles for a bit, but then his face changes from a smirk to shock. Flanker quickly dashes away with a look of pure terror on his face.

Arsonist: Looks like the sandwich was too spicy for him. Do you want some?

Brute: Thanks brother! I'll grab some later. I should check on the boy, see if he's alright, y'know?

Arsonist looks at Agent and asks, "Do you want to try my sandwich? Hello? Agent?"

Agent at this point was intrigued by the night sky, and refused to even bother acknowledging Arsonist's existence. After many attempts Arsonist realized she was purposely ignoring him.

Arsonist decided that he had to ask her a burning question he wanted to ask all his teammates.

"Why do you treat me like this?"

Agent turned to look at him. She said, "What do you mean?"

"You treat me like I am barely human. I may not be human, but the respect you have for me is low and I don't appreciate it. I hear you mutter terms like freak, underneath your breath. I want to be friends but you don't seem to want to be able to talk like a mature adult. With the gossip and rumors surrounding me and my existence, I feel like I don't belong. Can we please talk to understand the issue?"

Agent seems to have become fascinated with the puddle of water in the distance.

Finally Agent answered.

Agent: Have you even looked at yourself?

Arsonist: I have, I have looked at myself. I have undertaken great efforts to contribute to the team. I believe it is my right to know why you cant accept who I am.

Agent: You are a machine, what rights do you have?

Arsonist: Despite me being a machine, I believe I am as equal as the other members.

Agent takes her attention off of the water, and makes eye contact with Arsonist. Her eyes show something that Arsonist has never saw in her. A hint of tolerance.

Agent: Well, Arsonist, perhaps your not that bad. Maybe I was wrong...

Arsonist felt that he had tried enough for one night, and would have walked away had he not suddenly remembered something.

Arsonist: Agent?

Agent: Yes?

Arsonist: Happy early birthday.

Arsonist walked up to her and put some money in her hand. Her face showed curiosity, she looked to see 2 $1 bills.

Agent: Thank you...

Arsonist: I heard you were saving up for a vacation. Thought this might help. Enjoy yourself.

Arsonist walked away glad that he at least got on good terms with someone at this dinner.

The End

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Authors Message:

Thank you so much everyone, this is my first fanfic I have ever written on Typical Colors 2. I still cant believe the people legitimately enjoy my abysmal writing, nor did I think so many people would read about Arsonist's wacky tale. Perhaps I'll write again...
See you next time,