★Party Crashers Oneshots★

How To Use A Gun

Plot: Sophist teaches Vernias how to use a gun since they're both Americans and Sophist cannot fathom on how Vernias doesn't know how to use one while being an American.

This might be a bit short like the last one, idk tho

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Brent was casually sitting on the couch while scrolling through Twitter.com while having noise cancelling headphones on. The silence was nice but it had to end when  he saw Nick storming out of his room in anger and decided to remove his headphones.

"Hey Nick, you good?" Brent asked the angered Daisy cosplayer.

"Do you not hear that loud ass gunshot, my guy?!" Nick yelled. "I hear it every so often and it's annoying!"

"What gunshot–"

BANG!

The two looked over to the direction of the noise, seemingly emerging from their backyard with muffled arguing.

"THAT!" Nick gestured with his annoyed look. "What the fuck was that?!"

"Oh yeah. That's just Sophist teaching Vernias how to use a gun." Brent casually mentioned as he leaned back down the couch, earning himself a glare of pure confusion from Nick.

"...What."

"They're in the backyard right now."

"Hold on I gotta see this." Nick said as he walked towards the door of the backyard, Brent putting back on his noise cancelling headphones.

"Alright, I would recommend you to ask Eevee for some noise cancelling headphones like mine because, as you saw, even with the walls blocking out some of the noise it's still loud." Brent said.

"I see."

"Oh I see."

Brent lightly grinned as he went back to Twitter while Nick was leaving.

"Is that fucking Hatsune Miku in Super Smash Bros?"

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Sophist grabbed the empty containers of Gfuel and placed them on a broken old table with the cardboard placed against the table to act like a wall. Both of these things, except for the Gfuel, now has bullet holes in it. He grabbed some more shotshells and walked over to the shotgun wielding angel. Both of them had some headphones off and around their necks.

"If you keep missing then you're going to break the table, you know."

"I know and I think I would be able to aim better if I had something that isn't as strong as a flipping shotgun?!"

"I think that's just a skill issue in my opinion."

"Why couldn't you have just given something smaller?!" Vernias yelled, his hands were slightly shaking as he held the weapon. "Then maybe it wouldn't be that much of a problem!"

"If you can't handle a shotgun then you can't handle any type of gun."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Of course to a fake American like you it doesn't. Now give me my shotgun."

Sophist grabbed the shotgun from Vernias's trembling hands and reloaded it. The pink angel let out a shaky sigh before the both of them were startled by Nick barging through the door, making Sophist almost drop the weapon for a moment.