"I never thought I'd say this, but I can't sleep." Grif said, making me thunk my head against the sandstone in annoyance.
"Yes, we know! You've been shoveling food into your mouth for an hour!" Simmons yelled in annoyance.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Tucker asked.
"It's a nervous habit, okay?" Grif said.
"No: where the fuck does someone find potato chips in the middle of the desert?!" Tucker asked.
'Probably stored in his armor....' I thought slowly, tired and annoyed.
"Ah, quit your complaining. Carolina is probably miles away by now. The only thing we've got to worry about are sand fleas...and that other highly trained operative on patrol outside." Sarge said.
"Wow. You have a way with words that just immediately makes me want to kill myself." Tucker said.
"Look, it's like your little fairy friend said." Sarge continued.
"I thought Donut was your friend?" Tucker said in confusion.
"He means Church." Simmons said.
"All we've got to do is stick together, and everything will be just fine." Sarge said.
"Well somebody probably should've told Caboose that, 'cause he's gone." Grif said.
I looked around and noticed that, yes, Caboose has disappeared.
'Probably to talk to Wash and honestly I know Wash won't hurt him so there is no problem.' I thought laying down and falling asleep.
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"STOP SNORING, MUTEY!" Grif yelled, making me jump five feet in the air as I woke up.
I glared at him.
"Uh oh.... uh, Grif? You might want to run. Mutey HATES being woken up by yelling." Tucker said as I stomped towards Grif.
"Ah! Please don't kill me!" Grif said, running out of the cave, me right after him.
A few hours later I was sitting in the shade while Grif was avoiding me like the plague. I had tied up to a pillar right out in the sun and then stole all his food and crushed it.
"Geez, I had forgotten how pissed you get when we wake you up by yelling." Tucker said.
'It only makes me so mad because it triggers my reactions I learn as a freelancer. Not something I enjoy.' I thought.
'Really? I never knew that.' Tau thought.
'It's not one of the things I enjoy broadcasting.' I thought.
I looked to see Wash approaching us.
"How are things down here?" Wash asked.
"Eh good, got plenty of entertainment in Grif right now." Tucker said, watching Grif keep his eye on me at all times and keeping a distance of 15 feet from me.
"Uhhh.... what did she do?" Wash asked in confusion.
"Oh, she tied him to a pillar in the sunlight and proceeded to crush all his food." Caboose said happily.
"Uh.... huh....." Wash said slowly, watching Grif.
I shrugged, 'He woke me up by yelling, I hate that.' I signed.
"Ya but that's because sleep is like your favorite time of the day!" Tucker said.
'True.' I signed.
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Agent Vermont (Red Vs Blue OC)
AdventureI do not own Rooster Teeth's Red vs Blue. What if a freelancer joined the blue team before the beginning? What if she chose to hide there from the director and what she knows? This is the story of how Agent Vermont joins the Reds and Blues. I DO NOT...
