------Venom's POV-----

Finnaly! We gatherd enough thermal energy(T-ENG) for this test! I have been studying immensely to perfect on this prototype shell. Just enough T-ENG and gunpowder and just a pinch, just all insy bitsy pinch of...

FRANCIUM!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!

Oh lord, I need to calm down......

We did run into the issue of size. The width is a little over 2 cm. But I shouldn't matter! I won't make a difference!

Right?

I shouldn't worry to much! It will work! Operation Red Eye is a go!

Ahhhhhhh....I like naming weapons after a dead enemy.

-----loading station------

"Is it ready yet Al?" Venom asked his second in command.

"Yes sir! Just give the order and we can fire." Al was obviously excited.

"Calm yourself, we still need to reach the desert we're a dummy train is." Venom said.

"Why can we just shoot it now?" Al asked.

"Now you listen to me, I do not tolerate impatience on this train. Now you sit down, shut up, and be patient!! Venom yelled.

"Y-yes sir!" Venom looked at him with his pale, snake like eye. Witch made him sit down.

3 hours have gone by and they finnaly arrived at there destination and was setting up.

Venom was checking all the systems as they powered up.

'OK, loading mechanism activation. Check.'

'Crimera cooling systems. Check'

'Main cannon, online.'

'Armour piercing loading mechanism? Meh......keep offline, don't need it.'

'Cheeseburger. Check.'

'Everything seemes to be in order, all right! Lets test this bitch!'

8 fucking minutes later....

"All right boys! Time to load this monster!" Al instructed.

Many of the soldiers cheered while others we're already getting popcorn.

Venom picked up his baby, and lowerd it into the loading chamber. A loud clunk echoed throughout the chamber. He then charged it with more T-ENG for speed and penetration. It then proceeded along the firing locks, and was chamberd, ready to fire.

But what Venom neglected to notice was how it loaded. It was backwards.

"All right, turn the turent!" Venom instructed.

"Yes sir!" A soldier yelled.

"Turn 89 degrees west!"

"Affermitive!"

The turret turned and was aimed at the dummy train.

"You boys re-" Venom was cut off by Al.

"Fire the fucking thing already!" Al yelled.

"OK! Jeezez." Venom grumbled.

Venom pressed many buttons and heard the loading bay was glowing green, and was ready to fire!

He pressed the button that said 'press no matter what, except if there's corndogs'.

He heard the shell penetrait, and heard bepping.

'Did I make it that lo-'

*kaaaaaaabooooooooooooom!*

Time slowed as the shell exploded in the chamber, he felt the heat and shrapnel rip through his body like butter.

He could barley see his crew, but he could hear screaming and could see blood, and his own blood. His weapons we're tightening around his body, making him struggle to breathe. He saw Al, his head decapitated from a large metal shard, blood spurting out of his neck like a fountain.

He was fading into unconsciousness. He only wished he died and went to his happy place.

'Wait, why don't I feal pain? Why am I glowing white!? WHY HAVEN'T I EATEN MY CHEESEBURGER!?'

He suddenly was forced forward and felt himself falling.

'W-were am I? Wait, I feel grass! I was in a desert litteraly 1 minute ago! Dafuq? And I still feel no pain!'

Venom glanced around, he was in a forest. It was nighttime. And a slight smell of lion.

He checked himself, still got his weapons. Even his prized sniper rifle. He had a shit ton of sniper bullets, custom made, and still shiny.

He still had shrapnel inbeded in his chest, and he was bleeding. He could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness.

"Fuck my luck......." Venom said as he feel to the ground with a loud thump.

He could only speak within his mind, at least he's not dead. If I was dead I wouldn't be able to think. Or dream.

'God it feels like I was hit with a V.S rocket. Oh, I can feel again!? I'm not dead! Yay! Owwwww! My leg feels like shit.'

His left leg was broken, he was bleeding with shrapnel in his chest.

He tried opening his eyes, he managed. Only to see a white bunny on his chest, with a horrified look on his face.

At last, Venom fainted.

-----Fluttershy's POV------

"Angel! Were are you!? You know I don't like going into the Everfree at night! Oh Angel, your in so much trouble once I find you! But please, don't scare me!"

Fluttershy was in the Everfree Forest trying to find Angel Bunny. He apparently ran off because he didn't get his carrots. He can be a rock head sometimes.

She heard noises coming from her left. Could it be Angel?

"Angel? Angel is that you?" Fluttershy said, little scared.

She walked off the path and towards some bushes. She peeked over the other side.

What she saw almost made her vomit.

She could see a bipedal creature laying on the ground, bleeding. She also saw it was armoured and burned. There was some metal shards inbeaded in it's chest. And a weird metallic box in it's paw, at least she thinks it was a paw.

She could see Angel on it's head, trying to wake it up by the looks of it. The sight almost made her cry.

She ran to Angel.

"Angel, it needs help! Its bleeding! We need to take it back to the cottage. You lead, I will carry him."

Angel obeyed, knowing the seriousness in the situation.

Fluttershy was able to carry the creature on her back. She noticed more metallic boxes on various places on it's body, which made it heavier to carry it. But not as much as Fluttershy thought.

"Ready Angel?" Fluttershy asked.

Angel saluted and hopped twords the path, Fluttershy following after him.

'I have never seen anything like it! Its really strange looking though.' Fluttershy thought.

Author's Note

I'm telling you this story will be better than 'Nero', God even the title makes me sick.

"Well, I hope it does fail! Nero will be a better story, Warspite!"

Shush you, let them comment.

"Why!? You sabatoged my story! Defaced two chapters! Two! And it's burning in hate! You asshole!"

Well, in my opinion it needed some Warspite comedy! It will do better! Trust me Warspite2, you need to relax.

"Fine, but I'm still going to watch your story, I'd be surprised if it does better than mine. Comedy is so shitty, but you do make some good materials, sometimes."

OK, we need to let the commenters decided who's story will do better. Nero vs Lost Planet!

"Fine, I hope your story fails. Mine will be superior, you can't do romance anyway!"

Watch me.