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Soul(Laser Bean) 18 years old
Aure(Twin Sunflower) 15 years old
<insert name here> (Whatever you are) ??? years old
Location: Hot Plains
Time: 3:40 PM
Soul: Hot Plains. Aah... I love this place... *sits down*
Aure: Sorry to interupt, Soul, but-
Soul: Aure, please, leave me be.
Aure: Okay fine... *walks off*
<insert name here>: Wasn't that harsh? I mean seriously?
Soul: She can handle herself. Speaking of which, who are you anyway?
<insert name here>: Me? Let's just put it safe, I'm a friend of yours.
Soul: ....Fair enough. *sighs, begins relaxing again*
Aure: *begins running towards Soul* Soul!
Soul: What now, Aure?
Aure: Zomboss is attacking!
Soul: Zomboss! Not again! Let's go! You too! *looks at <insert name here>* *runs off*
Aure: ...Lets. Go. *follows Soul*
<insert name here>: ....Okay? This is strange... *follows Aure and Soul*
Zomboss: Surrender now! Or I will get your brains on my plate!
Soul: Zomboss! We meet again!
Aure: We sure do!
Zomboss: Fancy seeing you here, Soul and Aure! And what's this? You've brought a friend?
<insert name here>: One that is going to kill you, Zomboss!
Zomboss: Calm down, mortal. Never anger a-
Soul: Yeah yeah we get it.
Zomboss: You know to much... Zombot! Power up!
Zombot: *turns on*
Soul: Ugh this again
Zomboss: Shut up!
Aure: It's a trash can!
<insert name here>: A BIG ONE!
Zomboss: Soul, Aure... You two are going to have a REALLY bad day. But as for your friend... Zombot! You know what to do!
Zombot: *mechanical voice* Yez zir! *opens mouth which shoots a knockout spray at <insert name here>, Aure, and Soul*
Soul: This... again... Blegh... *faint*
Aure: Soul! No! I can...Take it... *cough*
<insert name here>: This pongs! Too much! *coughs hardly, faints*
Zomboss: Any last words?
Aure: ....*eyes go green* COME BACK! *revives you and Soul and all 3 of you vanish*
Zomboss: What? Not again!
Aure: Guys? You alright?
<insert name here>: I think so...
Soul: Y-yeah... *gets up* I think I see it now.
Aure: See what?
Soul: I think the Zombot's knockout spray has a fault somewhere...
<insert name here>: A fault? Where?
Soul: In it's huge trash can head.
Aure: So... I say we get new recruits at some point, aye?
Soul: You took the words right out of my mouth.
<insert name here>: Sounds good!
Aure: We shall split up and search for the new recruits.
Soul: Ready, new guy?
<insert name here>: All set, and ready to go!
Aure: Let's go then! *dashes off to the right*
Soul: Alright! *goes to the left, dashing off*
<insert name here>: That leaves it simple! *dashes through the middle*
All: We can see it now! We can see a possibility!