KOBRA KID'S POV

Our day consisted mainly of walking or running, and eventually my legs got tired. I walked over to Party Poison to complain about my aching legs when I spotted a diner in the distance. The others must have spotted it too because in that same moment, they ran over to it with no caution whatsoever.

"Wait!" I yelled to them.
"What? We're just going to check it out," Fun Ghoul responded.
"Come on, it looks deserted anyway," Party Poison insisted.
"Fine," I agreed but Jet Star had already found his way inside.

I followed the others into the old diner to find nothing but tables and dust, but other than that, the place seemed to be in surprisingly good condition. I started too look around, making sure that we were completely safe. Yep, it looked to me as if the place was, in fact, deserted.

"That's odd," said Party Poison, investigating an empty white can that had the Bl/Ind. logo on the label, along with the words Power Pup and Pre-moistened kibble.
"What?" Jet Star asked as he walked over to him.
"Look at this," Party said, handing Jet Star the can. "Whatever's in there is still fresh."
"Interesting," Jet replied.
Fun Ghoul joined into the conversation, all as I just sat there and watched. "Wait, wouldn't that mean--" he was cut off by a crashing sound coming from behind a door in the back of the diner.

All four of us stood frozen in fear as a large man slammed open the door with an angry and concerned look on his face. It looked as though he had been confined to an electric wheelchair.

"Who the hell are you?" his voice boomed.
Without thinking, Party Poison took out his raygun and held it out in front of him. "Who are you?" Party demanded.
The man looked up at Party's gun. "Are you those creeps from Better Living industries?"
"What? No!" Party Poison responded. "We're trying to get away from them."
"Then why does your raygun say Better Living Industries on it? Clearly you would have disguised it first," the man said in reply.
Party lowered his gun and wore a confused look on his face. "Disguised it?" he repeated the man's words.
"Anyone with brains knows to disguise their weapons. Especially if it is from Bl/Ind."
"Why?" I joined in.
"So they can't track you down. If you're going to carry that thing around, the Better Living Industries can't know that it's theirs or they'll realize that they know how to deactivate it." The man explained. "But before you ask any more questions, I have one. What are your names?"
"I'm Party Poison," Party answered. "This is Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star," he said gesturing to each of us as he said our names. "Now who are you?"
"Strange names," the man remarked.
"They are for protection. So nobody can find us and track us down," I explained."Well, since now I think I can trust you, People call me Dr. Death Defying."
"Dr. Death Defying, huh?" I wondered. "Why do people call you that?"
"For many reasons, really." Dr. Death Defying replied. "Well, as you can see, I've found myself shelter, and I'm still alive after what's going on. And after what had happened." he had said that last part with sadness in his eyes.

I started to ask about what had happened, but stopped, deciding that it would be better if I didn't.Before I knew it, a figure appeared in the doorway wearing a white half shirt which said Noise in the middle in black letters, blue-and-white polka dotted tights, a helmet, and roller skates. I literally could not tell if this person was a man or a woman.

"Oh, and this is Show Pony," Dr. D. introduced us. "He's my assistant."

Oh. So it was a man.

"Hello," we all greeted Show Pony.
"Do you guys have a place to stay?" asked Dr. D.
"Um, no. Not at the moment," Fun Ghoul answered.
"Well, why don't you stay here?" Dr. Death Defying offered.
"I'm not sure if it would be suitable to live in a diner," Jet Star replied. "It might get too crowded. But then again, we do need a place to stay."
"No need to worry about it being too crowded," Dr. D. explained. "Because we got all the room we need," he said as he pushed open the door he was sitting in front of.

Once the door was open, a hallway was revealed that led to three makeshift rooms. This amazed me and the others.

Dr. D. explained each one. "This one is where I do my work and sleep, this one is were Show Pony sleeps, and this one is mainly used for storage," he said, pointing to each room. "You guys can have the storage room once it's all tidied up."
"We can help with that," offered Party Poison.
"Alrighty, but our first order of business is to get that gun of yours disguised and distribute guns to the rest of you," Dr. Death Defying said, and then studied our appearances. "We also need to give each of you your own disguises."
I wasn't too sure of that last part, but our lives may have depended on it, so I agreed. "Okay."

Notes

Okay, so I did some extra research on the Killjoys and Danger Days to make this story more accurate, and I realized that I had made a few errors in the character descriptions, so I'll have to go back and change a few things. Other than that, I'm kinda proud of my story and I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it's boring so far. I just had to get some explaining done before I got to the action. Votes/Comment/Subscriptions are always appreciated! Remember, you are all perfect and beautiful and I love you all! Keep Running! <3