Nack and Psycho vs the World Prologue

A/N: Takes place before Who Framed Buster Bunny. It's been a long time, but I am finally back to doing this story. Here it is.

(OP: Get Over by Dream)

Prologue:

At a burning building, many figures watched the flames with body pieces seen with shock while a shadowed figure placed down what seemed to be a dead corpse with horror on his eyes.

Figure: (horrified) No...no...no, no, no, no, no...

After a few moments, the voice screamed, echoing throughout the city.

Figure's Voice: NOOOOOO!!!

Later, somewhere at a bar, a yellow skinned man noticed what seemed to be a gloved hand slamming his fist to the bar table. He was a violet furred (with some white) weasel with violet eyes. He wore a brown hunter's hat, brown gloves with metal bands in the back, a brown belt to hold his gun, and brown-white-brown boots.

Moe: Whoa! Nack F. Sniper Weasel? Whatcha doing here?

He then noticed the bandaged arm on his body.

Moe: And what the heck happened to-

Nack: (sternly) Give me a beer...NOW!!

Moe: But ain't you a bit young to-

Nack angrily grabbed him by the apron.

Nack: (sternly) Just give it to me dammit!!

Moe: (yelps) Okay, okay. Yeesh.

He filled the mug, tossing it to Nack. The violet male took it, frowning a bit.

Voice: Hmmm, you seem a bit stressed out.

Nack: Huh?

He looked at a white haired mustached man in glasses with trenchcoat looking seriously.

Nack: (scoffs) What do you want, Commissioner Gordon?

Gordon: Sounds like you had quite a day, what with that broken arm.

Nack: (looks away) It's none of your damn business to know my life. After all, YOU weren't even there.

Gordon secretly looked down as he spoke.

Gordon: No, but I can tell how you must feel about all of this.

Nack: I thought that extra life thing would've worked on my sis and the others, too. Ugh, why did it have to be this way?

He looked a bit worried, holding his arm a bit.

Gordon: Sometimes...it just is.

Moe: What are you talking about? And where's that little munchkin that you hang with a lot?

Just then, the weasel yelped, feeling his arm grabbed by someone before frowning. He was a brown furred weasel with spiky hair, hypnotic eyes that seem to never end, sharp teeth out of his mouth, and wore only a straight jacket. He was known as Psycho.

Psycho: Hey Nackie. Uh maybe there's something to cheer you up after um...how about a date for your gal, Rouge?

Nack: Rouge isn't my girlfriend...plus she STILL is dating that echidna, Knuckles.

Psycho: (pauses) You weren't THIS stuck-up before all this happened today.

The violet male only drank his beer.

Moe: Yeesh, what's wrong with him?

Psycho: Oh it's a long story.

Moe: (pause) But you hate long stories.

Psycho: Usually I do, but this one is an exception since it involves a couple of weeks ago AND when Nack and my gal still hung together. Plus I trimmed it down so only the good stuff remains.

Moe: (rolls eyes) Oh brother...

Psycho: Anyhow...the story goes like this.

Moe: (to the others) Gather 'round, everyone. Psycho's gonna tell another exaggerating story.

Psycho: No I'm not. I'm just only gonna tell the good details. And besides, this happened after we all found Shadow alive.

Gordon: We're listening...

Nack: (frowns) Just give me some more beer...I NEED to drown my sorrows...

Psycho: (scoffs) Suit yourself...

***

(The Past: A Few Weeks Earlier: 20XX)

Somewhere at the area, some snow began falling.

Psycho's Voice: (exaggerated voice) Not so long ago, in the mysterious land of Station Square, New York, Nack F. Sniper was dating a private schooler!

Some Zelda music was heard as it showed a house of a sort. Inside, a female frowned a bit.  She was a red fox with blue eyes, white muzzle, white chest, and brown messy hair. She wore a yellow hair bow, black sleeveless top, black pants, black belts, fingerless black gloves, and black/grey shoes. She was known as Fiona Fox.

Fiona: (scoffs) Nack the Weasel is dating a private schooler?

The fridge closed with a familiar figure frowning as someone drinking hot cocoa looked surprised. He was a green hedgehog with blue eyes and scars on his chest. He wore white gloves, sunglasses, a black jacket with flames, and matching boots. He was known as Scourge the Hedgehog.

Scourge: What?! Really? Is she hot?

Fiona: (crosses her arms) How old are you now, Nack? Like, 23?

Nack: (scoffs) I'm not playing your little mind games, Fiona.

Fiona: So you've been ditching school for, like, who knows how many years with Psycho?

Nack: (turns around) Fiona, that's stupid. Plus I'm 17.

The Zelda flute was heard as it showed his small profile.

Narrator: Nack F. Sniper Weasel. 17 Years Old. Rating: Awesome.

Scourge: And you're dating a private school girl. (smirks) Not bad, not bad.

He sat down, drinking his cocoa.

Nack: Yeah, thank you, thank you.

A figure playing his game looked at the violet male. He was an orange fox with gray tuff hair on his head and blue eyes with a serious look and twin tails. He wore white gloves, a red military jacket, and red boots with gray metal on the front. He was known as Miles Prower.

Miles: Sooo, did you two, like you know, do "it" yet?

Nack: Aren't you a little young to know about THAT yet?

Miles: (pauses) Yes...yes I am.

Nack: And anyhow, we have done many things, like for example before Psy finally blabbed it out to you guys, got involved in a few adventures, plus one with Robin Hood. We ride the bus together and we have meaningful conversations about how the yearbook club went and about her friends and, you know, drama.

Scourge eating his toast frowned a bit.

Scourge: Have you even kissed her?

Nack: Well we almost held hands once, but then she got embarrassed.

Fiona: (frowns) Well aren't you pleased as punch.

Nack: I dunno what you're talking about.

He drank some of his cocoa.

Scourge: So what's her name?

Nack: Her name is Sarah. She's a Toon weasel. For odd reason, she seems a bit familiar...but all those adventures and such...well, the memories are kinda blurry.

Miles: (dryly) Oh that's obvious. And where is your friend, Psycho?

Nack: I sent him to get Nic, Bat Squirrel, my gal, and the others, why?

The Zelda door opening was heard a bit.

Miles: All I can say is...what's the word, "wicked". So where'd you meet her anyway?

Nack: (bites his toast) I believe I mentioned the bus. I was minding my own business, saw the books fall on the ground, then I saw her trying to pick up the books and I helped her while her cousin watched. And that's how we met.

Scourge: (frowns) You met her on the bus WITH her relative?

Fiona: is that seriously the end of the story?

Nack: (frowns) Yes.

Miles: So when do we get to meet her?

Fiona: Oh please let it be soon.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Nack: (smirks) Okay, that's for me!

He went to the door, opening it with the treasure theme heard as he saw someone up front with Psycho while the former waved. She was a female weasel that had pink hair, blue eyes, violet fur with some white on her muzzle and chest area down to her lower area. She wore a blue braid on her pony tail, red short sleeved shirt under a jacket, green zoot pants with the legs rolled up, and brown boots. Her name was Sarah.

Sarah: (smiles) Hi.

Psycho: Finally, we're here.

Nack: Psy, where's Nic, Slick, Dingo, and Bat Squirrel?

Psycho: Dentist appointment.

Nack: (shudders) I hate those.

Psycho: Now you know how I feel.

Narrator: Sarah the Weasel. Age 16.

Nack: Anyway, Sarah, you have to promise to be good.

Sarah: of course I'll be good.

Nack: No, rally. Please be good.

Sarah: Am I normally not?

Then, the door opened with Scourge looking.

Narrator: Scourge the Hedgehog, "The Talent". Age 14 and a half.

Scourge: What the hell are you making this poor girl say, Nack.

Psycho: It wasn't my doing this time.

Narrator: Psycho the Weasel. Age 17ish. Rated: Insanity!

Nack: (pointing) Hey Sarah, this is Scourge the Hedgehog. He's from Moebius and he's the talent.

Scourge: Hey.

He motioned her to wait a moment before pulling Psycho in, then closing the door.

Scourge: Is she gonna geek out on us?

Nack: Relax, she'll just sit in the corner, man.

Scourge: I mean, I WANT her to geek out on us.

Psycho: Oh she'll geek. She geeks. She has the capacity to geek.

Scourge: (nods) Right.

He opened the door, looking at Sarah.

Scourge: (motioning) You're good.

Sarah smiled, entering the building as she looked amazed.

Sarah: Wow.

Psycho: Here, lemme get your coat.

He snatched the coat from her.

Sarah: (to Fiona) Hi.

Nack: Sarah, that's Fiona.

Psycho: Aka Don Weazo's unofficial girlfriend.

He tossed the jacket to the ground.

Fiona: (annoyed) We never established that and I hate him!!

Sarah: Um sorry, what's your name?

Fiona: Fiona.

Sarah: And you play the drums?

Fiona: (pauses) Yes.

Narrator: Fiona Fox, Drummer. Age 15.

Sarah: That is sooo awesome.

Then, up came a familiar two-tailed fox.

Nack: Sarah, that's Young Miles.

He sat down near her.

Miles: Hi. And it's just Miles, not Young Miles.

Psycho: You'll get the upgrade when we say so, Young Miles.

Sarah: Hey there. What do you play?

Miles looked at his handheld as he spoke.

Miles: Wow, um Zelda, Tetris, maybe Mario. That's kind of a big question.

Sarah: I meant instrument.

Miles: Oh, uh none. I just live here.

Sarah: Oh.

Nack snatched his banjo hooked to the amp as he spoke.

Nack: Okay, let's start off with Launchpad McQuack.

Scourge: That's not the actual title of the song.

Psycho: Too late. (hops to a keyboard) Nack called it.

Fiona: (shouts) We are Toon Bob-ombs! (clashes her sticks) 1, 2, 3, 4!!

They played loudly

Band: (singing) Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

"Julayla Presents"

Scourge: (singing) Let me make your stasis
My-my-my-my Serpentine
I got a breathalyzer
And my body's clean

"Nack and Psycho vs the World"

As they kept singing, Sarah looked more and more dazed as they performed.

Scourge: Yeah, come on.

Nack: Thank you!

Psycho: (quietly) This goes on for a while.

Scourge: Yeah yeah, 2-3-4, nanananana! Get ready!

Her eyes began sparkling.

Nack: Yeeeeaaaaah!

They continued their screaming and yelling more before finally coming to the end of the song.

Band: (singing) Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
YEAH

Finally, the performance was finished. When the song ended, the female Toon weasel looked amazed, looking dazed.

Sarah: You guys...are so amazing...

A female squirrel with red spiked hair with red stripe on her back wearing a blue outfit with black boots named Alicia Acorn only scoffed.

Alicia: (scoffs) Showoff.

Psycho: You should see us AFTER practice.

Nack: (sweatdrops) Uh let's not and say we did.

(End of Prologue)