Dude, Oh No! Unforseeable Tribulations! Stunning Trials!: Unbelievable Nocturnal Outbreak Disaster!

[notstevejobs]

Who: Rick, Apples Kid, and then you.
What: Rick does a thing.
Where: School.
When: Friday, October 4th, 2am.
Warnings: Rick being Rick. Apples Kid being Apples Kid.

In a low and lonely corner of the science wing of the fair halls of Smash Academy sat a lowly and forgotten device. Untouched for seasons, it sat dusty, and covered with a sheet, and ignored by all.

It lay, however, within reach of the railing that wrapped around the entire school. Well, it's a good thing that the spheroid robots that roam this institution's hallways are an incurious and innocuous sort, spreading only felicity and meritorious goodwill throughout the school during their interactions with the world around them. The machine was likely to remain overlooked and untouched for years to come.

Yes.

This was the most likely outcome.

But... the future didn't refuse to change...


All shall eat the hovering donuts and despair

Comments

An Adventure in Science? Just like home!

[explosion_day]

It was truly remarkable for the entire year that Rick has spent roaming these hallways and management rails to quench his never-ending thirst for ADVENTURE, he has still so much left to explore. It was like the school itself shifted and changed on occasion... some dorms go this way and management rails go that way. Maybe Rick just had shit memory and everything seemed shiny and new after a while.

Rick didn't really question how or why, accepted only that there was unconquered ground left in his adventure conquest.

Tonight, the science labs would be his. Rick didn't get very far.

"What the...? Who the hell left this contraption here?" Tonight, this 2am, Rick delicately bumped into some kind of dusty, unfortunate, lonely device. A little cloud of dust was kicked up in his wake.

"Stupid thing's blocking my way!" The initial delicate bump was follow up with a more robust thud, and then again and again as Rick repeatedly rammed himself into the hunk of junk, hoping to move it out of the way.

Adventures in Babysitting, more like it.

[notstevejobs]

The dusty hunk of junk jostled as Rick's spheroid body crashed into it angrily.

Evidently, whatever was underneath the sheet was unaware of Rick's prowess in exploring, and equally unlettered on the finer points of Rick's persistence in doing that which he most desired to do.

The junk wobbled and shook, the sheet toppling off, the dust dustily dusting everything.

One more good hit would likely topple this boxish box and Rick would regain free egress and ingress out of and into the Scientific Wing of the school.

[explosion_day]

Rick hit it. With a mighty holler and with what could be best approximated his ro-butt.

[notstevejobs]

The dusty machine fell over with a clang.

Ah, finally the way was free for Rick to move onwards in his evening exploratio...

The machine made a noise. From beneath the sheet, lights began to flash. Tipping it over must have accidentally hit an on switch of some sort.

The good smell of freshly baked baked goods filled the fresh evening air and Rick's smell sensors, should he have them, would have smelled a smell that was both pleasant and, perhaps to those long-term inmates of the school, slightly foreboding in its good bakery pleasantness.

"Turbo-mode engaged," said the voice of a Speak&Spell. "Variety - all."

It seemed, Dear Reader, as if Something Was About To Happen.

[explosion_day]

Nay, poor Rick would suffer his life as a core without smell sensors, though if he were a humany human he would certainly be taking advantage of the miracle that was occurring before his big green eye. There was a cheerful ding and the machine produced a succulent looking little pastry.

"Is that..." Zoom in and enhance!

"A donut?"

Not just any donut.

It was floating. Then there was another. And another. And another. In short time the machine was producing bakers dozens by the dozens. A horrific realization dawned upon Rick, which he spoke aloud in a grave, serious voice;

"My god... I just created a donutpocalypse."

He did the robot equivalent of a shrug, turned around and continued his management rail exploration in the opposite direction.

[hoveringdonuts]

But the donuts kept coming.



And coming.



And coming.



And spilled out of the science wing.



And into the rest of the school.



Rick could not escape. The wave of pastries.



None could escape. The wave of pastries.



All was sugar and cake. All was hovering and floating.



The school has become donuts, deliciousness of worlds.

THE SCHOOL IS DONUTS

[hoveringdonuts]

FLOATING DONUTS

[kuragekasa]

The boxed weirdo was sneaking out of the trip to get some donuts.

Snake-sensei was going to be so proud of him, he was sure.

DONUTS.

[Oh no whereever will you find donuts... oh wait EVERYWHERE]

[hoveringdonuts]

[voltecpower]

Everything was business as usual, down in the cyberspace Network, which at the moment was still quiet on the donut-reporting front.

Pulse was doing what he usually did this time of day in his break between classes: tracking down malware bots that installed themselves in the school network server and "uninstalling" them. It was a task without end, even with the entire campus area network free of viruses, but he still had schoolwork and classes, so he had to break away to deal with real-world issues and take his eye off the network periodically, giving some other non-tech-savvy person a chance to click on something they shouldn't and allow more bots into the system. (Perhaps if he did more to educate people on spyware prevention, but, eh... his social skills still weren't that great.)

Now was one of those times when he was going to have to pause the constant gardening and return to the real world to deal with real-world denizens for a few hours, at least until class was over. He sought the quickest route to a monitor screen, finding an unused one somewhere in the science building. In a flash, he arrived in the circuit board of the terminal, and poked his head out through the LCD screen.

The first thing he noticed was a strong scent, likely sugar, typical of some sort of pastry. Was there another bake sale going on? He was reminded of when he had volunteered his services in the kitchens. But they weren't this close to the science building, were they? And why was the scent getting stronger...

...And what was that sound?

He had just emerged bodily from the monitor and touched down on the floor in the room when he felt the rumble of a multitude of objects colliding with walls and ceilings. He was familiar with flying enemies, and expected some sort of invasion per his fighting instinct; he immediately braced himself for whatever was attempting to knock down the door.

When the door finally burst open, he was not prepared for a flying army of donuts assaulting his face, knocking him down. Thankfully, the streamlined design of his helmet caused most of them to simply glance off; however, the visor protecting his eyes ended up getting covered in a variety of glazes, most of them opaque.

"BLUH!"

Human food still made him sick, and he avoided catching any donuts in his mouth. The scent of sugar was overwhelming. He had to get out of there. Attempting to wipe the frosting from the front of his helmet, he only succeeded at getting it all over his hands, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He expected the floor to be covered in donuts, which should be the obvious result following a ton of donuts entering the room, but for some strange reason, the floor was completely clean, save for a few dislodged sprinkles and drops of frosting, mostly flung down off of his hands. He didn't think to look up toward the ceiling, where his assailants had floated up to. Instead, he sought out the nearest exit in the building, hoping to find some means of cleaning the sticky mess off of him that didn't involve water.

[trustycrowbar]

The barricade of fritters and frycakes had taken some doing to fight his way through, and crowbars generally just made a mess in this situation. As such, the man was himself quite colorful by the time he'd actually made it down into the lower labs, with several kinds of frosting and jelly smeared onto his labcoat and glasses, and sprinkles in his hair.

Also a cup of coffee in his hand, and one of the errant donuts in the other with a large bite removed from it. Well, wouldn't YOU try one?

"...you look like you got run over by a Krispy Kreme truck." He announces, deadpan. "What happened in there, Pulse?"

[lovely_wind]

It was a lovely, non-eventful day, but everything changed when the Fire Nation donuts attacked.

Flurrie was minding her own business at her office, creating lesson plans and doing other teacher-y things when it happened. The sight of something pink out of the corner of her eye. Sprinkles appearing on her desk. The scent of freshly-baked goods.

She looked up slowly to see them. Donuts. Baker's dozens of them. Hovering in the air around. It was happening again.

"Oh, no... no..." Flurrie gasped. "SOMEONE HELP!"

[hoveringdonuts]

[mohawk_tomahawk]

This was the worst job. Ever.

Connor never complained. Not vocally. He was almost there now though. Seriously. He was now covered with cream and jelly. G r o s s tasty mmmm. He will be smelling sugar days. He wasn't in a good mood to begin with. Blame Gordon and Mom.

He would be grouching about and cleaning when he heard a woman. A WOMAN IS IN THE DONUTS.

Great, thanks Smash. Don't suffocate people with cream filled confections.

"Hello!" she would hear a man yell. "Where are you?!"

[lovely_wind]

"HAAAAAAAALP!" The damsel in distress was too panicked to give directions. Fortunately, she was screaming so much that it was easy to follow the sound.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

That's okay, he'd just be running to your direction. He would open the door to your location!!!

[lovely_wind]

A purple arm is waving frantically in a pile of donuts!

[mohawk_tomahawk]

OH NO.


SUDDENLY, THE PURPLE ARM WILL FIND THAT IT IS BEING GRABBED AND PULLED OUT WHILE THE OTHER ARM IS TRYING TO RID OF THE PILE OF DONUTS THAT IMPRISON THE LADY WITH THE PURPLE ARM.

SOONER OR LATER.

BEHOLD.

YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN KNIGHT IN NAVY BLUE JANITOR ARMOR HAS ARRIVED.

"Are you alright now?"

[lovely_wind]

Flurrie coughed, trying to get the taste of powdered sugar out of her mouth and breathe normal, non-sprinkled air.

"Oh, mercy! That was awful!" She cried, clutching at her pearls, literally. "Who would do such a thing? I could have suffocated! Those donuts would have gone straight to my thighs!"

After she finally caught her breath, she turned to her savior. "My... my hero!"

Enjoy a jam-covered glomp, Connor.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Connor couldn't say anything. He didn't have the time to. There was no time to explain. Just the arms of a woman covered in jam wrapping around him and pouncing on him practically.

Uh, lady. Lady. Lady, he doesn't you. Lady.

...There was no use he just had to wait until she was done but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhghghhh...

[lovely_wind]

OKAY SHE'S DONE NOW. Both of you are covered in jam and powdered sugar, how nice.

"You saved my life! How could I ever thank you enough?"