The Fabulous Four have always been a group of Killjoys ready to take on anything.
That was shown from the start. From the way Party Poison carried the team with leadership skills and Jet Star's mechanical skills to the accurate shot that Fun Ghoul was and Kobra Kid's shitty but fast driving, they proved themselves to the desert to be one hell of a team.
Taking down hoards of Dracs was a breeze. They dodged Scarecrow attack after scarecrow attack, raided abandoned store after abandoned store, and did it all on nothing but a can of dog food in the morning and pure, unfiltered teenage hormones. They were an unstoppable team, and one that took their job seriously. Even if they did joke about stupid shit sometimes, they were mature enough to raise the biblical and mysteriously prophesized about Girl, supposed savior of the desert. She's only six, by the way, so calm your fucking tits.
They were even once a band during the Analog Wars. But those are rumors.
Then things went downhill with the reckless shot of a gun to the back of the head.
Battling with nostalgia and a longing for how things used to be, the Fab Four's relationship is in shambles. Ever since Ghoul and Poison began to grow a mutual hate for the other, Kobra and Jet have been alienating themselves, distanced from the nonsense battle of the exes that became a non-stop feud between the other two.
In other words... that prodigy of a Killjoy team?
Broken.
And they don't know how to fix it.
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Young and Loaded
FanfictionThe Fabulous Four work seamlessly. They're good at what they do, extracting and creating and bombing and stealing from Better Living Industries, keeping the desert's group of killjoys alive. At least, they were. Until someone had a shot too many, in...
