These are some short stories that my friends and I wrote. Some of them are sad. But the majority of them are literally just crack-fics.
Book cover made by Shane
Hope you enjoy!
WARNING!
There may be death and suicidal thoughts in these stories. If...
A/N: These are becoming harder to comment on. I don't know what to say to prepare you for this one.
Fandom(s): Marvel/Spider-Man, Robocop(?)
WARNINGS: Drug purchasing, Spider-Man has his mask ripped off, crack-fic ———————————————— "Only in Detroit." Said Spider-Man, swinging along. He decided to visit Detroit. He was buying drugs when a cop walked past. Spider-Man waves, bought the drugs, and slammed the criminal against a wall.
"Caught you!" He called. The cop tried to grab Spider-Man, but the masked male screamed, " RAAAAAPPPPEE!!!" Spider-Man quickly climbed up the wall. The cop, however, was a highly advanced Android with jet powered shoes. His name was Robocop. And he was pissed. This Robocop was advanced, his hands were made of the sweat and tears of the Russian republic; aka vodka.
He bobbed in mid-air, confused as he scanned for the Spider-boy. The Spider-boy, still suspended in the wall, "heh-heh"'d triumphantly.
And then, his shoulder-cannons whirred to life. Robocop swing his ion-blaster'd hand toward the Spider-boy's. The Robocop grasped the mask of Spider-Man, and rippec it off with one movement of his hand.
"DUDE! Not cool!" Peter Parker hissed, grabbing his mask and putting it back on. He then webbed Robocop's eyes, making him crash to the ground.
THE END
———————————————— A/N: I've run out of stuff to say in these author's notes. Here's a meme to try to make up for it:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
People involved in writing this:
Shane Endy Oil
Next Chapter: Between An Alcoholic And A Hard Place
