Misplaced For Redemption

Eclipse, Discord, Cybe, Omega, Doctor, Shard, Symbol, Editor and Author were sitting at a large poker table playing Texas hold'em.

Cybe: Hey Author, can I ask you something?

Author: Sure

Cybe: Why do you and Symbol always pick on Narrator?

Author: We're trying to whip him into shape

Symbol: It also distracts him from the memories of his old job

Cybe: What was his old job?

Symbol/Author: Narrating foalcon.

A shiver went down Cybe's metallic spine.

Cybe: Dear God, now I feel even more sorry for the guy

All: Same

Shard: Hey, aren't you guys supposed to be working on the next chapter?

Author: We are working on it, it's just taking more time

Editor: We've got about 40% of it done

Shard: Ah, ok

The next round of betting began and everyone looked at their cards. Cybe took a drink of his beer and Discord drank his glass, literally.

Eclipse: Hey wait a minute where is Narrator?

Symbol: Still recovering from remembering his old job

Omega: What in the name of Griffith did you do?

Symbol: Hey, that's my line

Omega: So? You weren't butchered back in 2006

Symbol: It's bad enough I played that game but now you mock me with it?

Omega: Those were dark times my friend

Doctor: Why don't I take you back in time to prevent the game from being created?

Symbol: Tried, didn't work

Doctor: How?

Symbol: Deadpool

Doctor: Ah

The night went on basically the same, Cybe eventually won the money and Discord and Eclipse had gotten into a drinking competition.

Discord: I'm the great and *hic* powerful Discord *hic* you cannot defeat me!

Eclipse: We'll see 'bout that.

The two then drank three other bottles of hard whiskey. After an intense stare down, Discord feel to the ground unconscious. Eclipse grabbed another bottle and began swinging it.

Eclipse: Hail to the *hic* king!

With that he fell back in his chair. Cybe looked at them and sighed.

Cybe: A face palm isn't enough anymore. Omega?

Omega: I gotcha

Omega smacked Cybe right in his face and sent him flying back.

Cybe: Thank you

Unknown to them, back at the studio, Narrator was curled up in a corner of his trailer.

Narrator: Get out of my head Sweetie Belle, get the hell outta my head

Meanwhile someone was leaning against the outside of his trailer listening to plees of Narrator.

PhonicNoteStudio: Now that's just sad