Zombies VS. Unicorns
The Beginning of the End
DAY 1, 11 a.m.
Mikey's legs were draped over the arm of the couch, head resting against Ray's leg as the two typed at their respective laptops. "I mean, I think unicorns are really underrated in modern literature- the only movies they're used in are crappy cartoons with squeaky voices. They could be such a great plot device-" Gerard was in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a Star Wars mug. "Mikey, shut the fuck up about unicorns already! They're basically just horses with horns, they don't even have any cool abilities. Now, zombies on the other hand-" "Gerard, zombies are walking corpses. They're slow and stupid and don't even have any mag-" "Unicorns are sparkly, weak-ass horses with toothpicks sticking out of their foreheads." Mikey looked at his brother in shock, a betrayed expression on his face. Gerard ignored him, continuing. "Zombies, however, are the perfect predator. They have perfect endurance, extreme strength, and a hive mind. Zombie trumps all, my friends." Mikey swung his legs around, closing his laptop. "Gerard, I think everyone here knows that unicorns are the ultimate warrior. Zombies are cringe-inducing, pathetic excuses for a species." "Mikey, if you can't accept that zombies are superior, then we're gonna have an issue." "Fine. Maybe we do have an issue." Ray glanced at Mikey, suppressing a grin. "Prank war?" Mikey nodded solemnly, setting his laptop on the table. Gerard sat at the booth, grabbing a pen and opening his sketchpad. "We'll need to make some rules....." Frank's head had snapped up at the mention of a prank war, and now he turned down the volume on whatever TV show he was watching to contribute to the conversation. "Well, obviously, there's Team Unicorn and Team Zombie. Mikey can lead Team Unicorn- not that anyone else would want to-" "This is racism." "Anyway, Gerard can be the captain of Team Zombie. I'm with the zombies, obviously. Zombies are awesome." Ray opened his mouth to say something, but Mikey cut him off. "Ray." "Mikey, zombies....." "Ray,please?" Mikey pulled his hoodie tight around him and put on full puppy eyes, staring at Ray for a good fifteen seconds before the latter gave in. "Fine. I'll join your knife pony squad. But only because I don't want to team up with the old married couple over here." "RAY"
Mikey's legs were draped over the arm of the couch, head resting against Ray's leg as the two typed at their respective laptops. "I mean, I think unicorns are really underrated in modern literature- the only movies they're used in are crappy cartoons with squeaky voices. They could be such a great plot device-" Gerard was in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a Star Wars mug. "Mikey, shut the fuck up about unicorns already! They're basically just horses with horns, they don't even have any cool abilities. Now, zombies on the other hand-" "Gerard, zombies are walking corpses. They're slow and stupid and don't even have any mag-" "Unicorns are sparkly, weak-ass horses with toothpicks sticking out of their foreheads." Mikey looked at his brother in shock, a betrayed expression on his face. Gerard ignored him, continuing. "Zombies, however, are the perfect predator. They have perfect endurance, extreme strength, and a hive mind. Zombie trumps all, my friends." Mikey swung his legs around, closing his laptop. "Gerard, I think everyone here knows that unicorns are the ultimate warrior. Zombies are cringe-inducing, pathetic excuses for a species." "Mikey, if you can't accept that zombies are superior, then we're gonna have an issue." "Fine. Maybe we do have an issue." Ray glanced at Mikey, suppressing a grin. "Prank war?" Mikey nodded solemnly, setting his laptop on the table. Gerard sat at the booth, grabbing a pen and opening his sketchpad. "We'll need to make some rules....." Frank's head had snapped up at the mention of a prank war, and now he turned down the volume on whatever TV show he was watching to contribute to the conversation. "Well, obviously, there's Team Unicorn and Team Zombie. Mikey can lead Team Unicorn- not that anyone else would want to-" "This is racism." "Anyway, Gerard can be the captain of Team Zombie. I'm with the zombies, obviously. Zombies are awesome." Ray opened his mouth to say something, but Mikey cut him off. "Ray." "Mikey, zombies....." "Ray,please?" Mikey pulled his hoodie tight around him and put on full puppy eyes, staring at Ray for a good fifteen seconds before the latter gave in. "Fine. I'll join your knife pony squad. But only because I don't want to team up with the old married couple over here." "RAY"
Notes
I know it's short AF, I'll update later.
I love prank wars... This should be fun!! Xx
7/4/15