Toxic Dreams (A MCR/Killjoy Fic)

Chapter 10

Author's POV

The desert blew swiftly through the air, a couple of tumbleweeds flying around here and there. In the distance, a man on roller skates zoomed down the road. He almost fell a few times, but I would recompose himself and skate faster. He wouldn't rest until he made it back to the diner. I sighed in relief when it came into view. I barged through the door at full speed, passing the Fabulous Four, and another Killjoy whom he did not know.

"Doctor D! Doctor D I'm back!" He shouted. He didn't come to a full complete stop until he was standing right infront of Dr. Death himself.

"Show Pony, your back already? What happened to the mission?" Dr. Death asked frantically. He had sent his trusty sidekick on a mission to deliver supplies and receive weapons from a nearby Killjoy hideout two days ago. By now everyone in the diner had their head poked into the room and eavesdropping. Even little Missile Kid had to get in on this.

"The mission? I'm lucky I got outta there with my life. A few hours after I got there, Boom! Dracs. The just came outta nowhere and swarmed the joint. I had to ditch my bike and come back on my roller skates. I even missed the Scarecrow." Explained Show Pony. Dr. Death looked slightly distressed after what Show Pony had told him. He had went deathly silent and rubbed his eyes.

"They're everywhere now. And they're population is still growing. I don't understand, how did the population grow so sporadic over the last month?" Dr. Death questioned. "At this rate, no Killjoy will be safe." Said Dr. Death.

"Well, Dr. D, what do you suppose we do?" Asked Show Pony.

"Well, maybe if those kids would come out from behind the doorway, we would be able to solve this a little quicker." Said Dr. Death. Knowing that they all had been caught, they stepped into the room with mischief written on their faces.

"Now, what do you suppose we do?" Asked Dr. Death.

"Well, that's a easy question. What do you want to do? Your the ones with the guns after all." He said.

"Let's go shoot Dracs in the face!" Yelled out Ghoul.

"Hold it, you can't just blindly go out there. You heard Show Pony, there's Scarecrow out there. I don't even think it's safe anymore now that I think about it." Said Dr. Death.

"We can handle this, all we really want are the weapons. We can just find a way to sneak past them. No problem." Said Party.

"I don't know about this. This doesn't sound very easy." Said Dr. Death uneasily.

"Relax! We can handle it. If we couldn't handle it than we wouldn't have said anything." Shouted out Kobra. De. Death sighed and finally gave in.

"Fine. But when you come back with holes in you, don't say I didn't warn you. But your gonna need some of these." Dr. Death said. He leaned down and pulled out a suitcase. Show Pony pulled out three more. Dr. Death and Show Pony popped them open and we all gasped.

Two of them had machine guns, ammunition and all. But my favorite, my favorite was the rocket launcher. That's right, a ticket launcher.

"Where in the he did you get this stuff?" I asked Dr. Death.

"Various places. I was trying to get more of these. That's what sent Pony out to do." He said.

"I say we go, sounds even better knowing that we'll get some of these babies." Said Jet. He went to touch the rocket launcher, but Dr. Death smacked his hand away. Jet let out a yelp and retracted his hand.

"MY babies. You all just use them. Now, take these, and please bring them back in one piece, you all included." Said Dr. Death. He closed the suitcases and handed me one. I looked down at it and looked him in the eye. He smiled at me.