RAF - Funny moments

The "Yeet" Saga

Continuation: The "Yeet" Saga

Back at the base, Boris was in full mischief mode. The health checks had been a laugh, but he wasn't done with Bilz yet. Every now and then, he'd sneak up on the General, eyes twinkling with mischief, and whisper, "Yeet!" trying to catch Bilz off guard, hoping to provoke a reaction, or even better, to trigger his demon powers.

It started innocently enough. Boris had snuck behind Bilz in the hallway and let out a sudden "Yeet!" Bilz twitched slightly, his neon green eyes flashing dangerously for a second before narrowing.

"Is that supposed to do something?" Bilz asked, completely unamused.

"Oh, I'm just testing a theory," Boris grinned.

"Maybe 'Yeet' is the magic word that unlocks your ultimate demon form."

Bilz sighed heavily and muttered, "More like it's gonna unlock your funeral."

The jumpscares continued. In the mess hall, Boris waited behind a corner. When Bilz grabbed a protein bar, Boris pounced, yelling, "Yeet!" Bilz nearly crushed the bar in his hand.

"Next time, I'll be yeeting you out of that window!" Bilz growled, his tail bristling slightly as he turned to face Boris, who was cracking up laughing.

But Boris wasn't done. Later that day, during an important strategy meeting, Bilz and Felton stood in front of a holo-map, discussing tactics for an upcoming mission. The team gathered around, listening intently as Bilz explained potential ambush points.

"And if they corner us here," Bilz pointed at the map, "we'll—"

"YEET!" Boris shouted out of nowhere.

The entire room erupted into laughter. Amon clutched his stomach, Vicktoria tried to hide her giggles behind a medical report, and even Steve, the usually composed one, had to turn away to stop himself from bursting out. Bilz, meanwhile, slowly facepalmed, his fingers dragging down his face as he sighed deeply.

Felton, who had managed to keep a straight face until now, finally lost it and chuckled,

"Trying to yeet the demon out of him, Boris?"

Bilz turned to glare at Boris, who was smirking like a kid who had just pulled the best prank of his life.

"Do you know what's going to happen if you keep this up?" Bilz asked, his voice dripping with irritation.

"Oh, I think I can guess. But it's worth it," Boris shot back, unfazed.

Felton, still grinning, tried to steer the conversation back.

"Alright, alright. Let's focus, shall we? Ambushes, not yeets."

The meeting continued, but Boris wasn't finished.

As Bilz walked out of the room, clearly annoyed, he stopped to grab another protein bar from the table outside the briefing room. That was when Boris struck again.

"YEET!" he shouted from behind a cabinet.

Bilz's eyes glowed a bright, fiery green as he spun around, claws flexing.

"That's it," he growled, his patience finally snapping.

"Next time, I'm going to yeet you straight out that window!"

The threat might have been serious, but the image of Bilz actually throwing Boris out of a window sent the entire team into another round of laughter. Even Felton couldn't hold back, chuckling as he walked off, shaking his head.

Boris, however, grinned wide, enjoying every second of his success.

"Totally worth it," he whispered to Amon, who was still wiping away tears of laughter.

As for Bilz, he stormed off, but deep down, even he couldn't fully resist the humor in it all. Though next time, Boris would definitely have to be careful—or he might just find himself being yeeted by a very angry demon.