Chapter Text
“Over here!” Green shouted as he raced across Alan’s desktop background. His words were directed toward Yellow, who held a striped ball in his hands.
Yellow quickly threw the ball at Green’s outstretched arms, though Red intercepted the throw. With the ball in his possession, he raced towards the makeshift goal that Green had crafted earlier.
Green attempted to block Red’s path but was promptly tackled by Blue, and held to the ground.
“Oof!”
Green’s grunt was drowned out by Blue, cheering Red on.
“Go! Go! Go!”
It looked like Red was going to make it since Yellow was nowhere close to Red, and Green was still pinned.
Then, out of the blue, a bunch of chicken eggs pelted Red from behind. The force knocked Red forward and he dropped the ball.
Red glanced behind him from the ground, and saw Yellow had built an egg gun, or rather a cannon, and was obviously the cause of the egg attack.
Before Red could pick himself back up and retrieve the ball, the noteblock machine began playing the Time’s Up melody, signaling the end of the final round.
A chorus of groans from Red and Blue was heard, while simultaneously the sound of cheering from Yellow and Green.
The four had just finished playing a modded version of soccer that was so complicated, if the rulebook for it existed, your eyes would bleed trying to finish reading it.
For the sticks playing it, it wasn’t as hard to remember everything, since they had been performing said game even before they met Second.
Well…most of the time they remembered the rules.
“I can’t believe you used that stupid cannon!” Red fumed. “When was that allowed?”
Yellow immediately shot back, “Oh? Real rich coming from you, Red. I don’t suppose you remember the time you decided to spawn goats on the field to head-ram me and Blue?”
Blue grimaced at the reminder.
It wasn’t long before the four sticks were wrestling around, arguing, and generally being bad sports about their game.
Second gazed at his friends in the distance, having just been woken up from a good nap.
He was a bit irritated, but as he watched them rough-house around, he gradually grew amused at their antics.
Though, now that he thought about it, he should probably step in before things escalate too far.