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Unnamed Phighting 9/11 fic

Summary:

THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE

playgrounders make 9/11 in Blackrock for subfart crystals

 

This was written a few months ago

Notes:

I regret EVERYTHING

Chapter Text

“I’m telling you Coil! Just let me have some crystals!” Skate begged him for the about 15th today. Coil’s response was always the same, ‘For the last time, NO!’, And when he asked why? It was because, ‘he didn’t have any to spare’

“Well what if we steal more!?” Skateboard blurted excitedly. This seemed to catch the blue and orange demon’s attention, sadly this was the wrong type of attention…

“It was hard enough to get the little I have now!” He snapped, “And it’s going to be harder with your dumbass!”

“I am NOT dumb!” Skateboard blurted excitedly crossed his arms. “Ive been letting you stay in my house! Isn’t it the least you can do?”

Coil just scoffed and leaned back in his chair. “You’re one of the worst Phighters I’ve met,” He paused propping his feet on the table, “But if we had more demons, we totally could pull it off.”

Skate’s eyes lit up, he had a massive grin on his face. “We could ask Boombox!” He was practically buzzing now.

“That musician?”
“Yeah!”
“You’d think he’d be brave enough to even go to Blackrock?”

“Of course he is!” Skate said, getting a bit defensive. “Sheesh, calm down,” Coil rolled his eyes.

“We could also ask, uhm…” He trailed off. Coil narrowed his eyes, “Ask who? Spit it out, dude.”

“We could ask Rocket..?” Skateboard suggested nervously. Coil looked confused, surely he knew who Rocket was? “Y’know, Rocket! He’s like… a demolitionist! He used to live around here!”

Coil’s expression didn’t change even with the details Skate had given. “Are you even friends with him?” Coil said sarcastically.

Skate bit his lip and looked down, “..Uhm, not really, but we could probably convince him!” Coil sighed, “You really are an idiot, huh?”

“He’s not going to join us if he hates you dumbass!” Skate didn’t understand why Coil was so pissy about this, it wasn’t like Rocket wanted him dead!

“Or we could ask his friend Sword,”
“Does he hate you to?”
“Uhm… No!”

“How are you THIS dense?!” Coil stood up, “I’m going to sleep, I’ll talk to you later.”

Skate watched Coil walk away, “…Oh, Alright! Goodnight!”

 

Next morning or sum idfk I’m tired I wanna go to sleep. My ankle hurts

“Sooooo… Whatdya think about inviting Rocket and Boombox…?” Skate had been bugging Coil all morning, (not much different like other mornings..)

“YES! So we’re going to Blackrock for crystals?!?” Skate was back to buzzing and grinning. “Hell yeah,” Coil was grinning with him now