REO Party

Description: (Humor) A party with us and the RE characters leads to a game of Outbreak Online gone horribly, horribly wrong! Occasional OOC warning.

Sweetboxer: This once was a group project among friends, but two of the four writers are no longer interested, But i thought I'd give this story the exposure it deserves..so enjoy..

Disclaimer: We don't own Resident Evil, not Outbreak, or 2, or any others. We never will. They belong to Capcom.

Oo Chapter One oO

The setting is the home of Sweetboxer, though most of his friends call him Chevy in person. All sorts of snacks are placed about, as well as a large amount of alcohol. Fun! The DDR pad is out and ready, but something tells me it will not be used. Chevy finally finished setting things up and sat down to wait for the arrival of his guests.

Eventually Sylph arrived, arm in arm with former S.T.A.R.S. Captain Albert Wesker. Wesker seemed to be reluctant, but since 1/4 of this fic is owned by SSW(Sylphstarwind), he had no choice but to do whatever she types up. Chevy rose to greet them.

"Hey welcome to the pah-tay!" Chevy exclaimed holding up his hand, probably expecting a high five.

"Hmmm...How did I get here!" Wesker said, adjusting his shades and ignoring the gesture completely. In fact he was avoiding eye contact with Chevy altogether. I wonder why...

"Magic," Sylph said, "Now shut up."

Anyway, they all decided to sit down and wait for the rest of the guests. They didn't have to wait long, as the next to arrive were The good doctor George, dressed as Hugh Heffner, and Cindy the kindly waitress, dressed as a playboy bunny. Chevy walked up to greet them.

"Oh hello, Georgie, Cindy….."

"This sounds like fun already!" Cindy sqealed, "I've never been to a costume party before!"

"But this isn't a— "

"Shut uuuup… " George interrupted through gritted teeth, still in the form of a smile.

"Riiiiight….," Chevy said, creeped out, "Care to sit down?"

As they did so, the next few came to the door.

"Your turn Sylph," Chevy said with a lazy grin as he plopped onto his beanbag chair, "I answered the first time.."

Sylph groaned in response and stood up, heading to the front door. She pulled it open. "Hey, welcome."

Yes, it was David, then Yoko followed by Kevin, and then Alyssa. They entered and sat down.

No sooner did Sylph take a seat when the doorbell rang once more. "Pass...," she mumbled, grabbing a handful of chips.

"Un. Fair," Chevy griped, standing up and heading for the door, "I was just getting comfy, too"

On the other side of the door was Chevy's good friend Clarie, along with her guests Leon and Claire, who happened to have carpooled with Nick and Nicholai. Hunk burst through the window seconds later, though no one seemed shocked to see him.

"So, this looks like it's gonna be fun, right Clarie?" Nick said, jumping onto Chevy's spot.

"Eh, all I really wanna do is get trashed and screw people's lives up," she replied, taking a seat beside Leon and Claire.

"MY. BEANBAG. CHAIR. " Chevy shouted, looking like he was about to rip Nick a new one, much like he could do to the beanbag chair...

"Nicholai, Hunk: Treat the nice man to a world of hurt will you?" Nick said, attempting to snap his fingers but failing.

"OMIGAWD, ADA! NAKED!" Chevy screamed pointing behind Nick's two hitmen. They spun around to see nothing. Nick however, remained seated.

"Right, well I do own 1/4 of this story, so keep your hands off me and I'll make it so."

The two could only nod and think of what dreams may come.

Next to arrive was Mark, toting the useless old bag of farts that everyone has come to know only as Bob. He has one name, like Prince. But Lord knows nobody wants to see him in assless pants. Trust me, if you do, kill yourself. It'll save you years of pain and ridicule. They were greeted and sat down. Mark and Kevin avoided eye contact as well. It seems the two must have stumbled upon a certain piece of slash fanfiction recently. Heh heh…

Before Chevy could shut the door and lock it, the final guest arrived, to the annoyance of everyone.

"Yo! What be poppin', my crew!" Jim shouted, his words murdering the english language as well as eliciting a groan from everyone in the room.

"Don't be hatin' a playa! Shoot! You's just trippin' is all!" Okay, if he was murdering the English language with the first line, then he just defiled the corpse.

"Well," Sylph said, standing up, "Now that we're all here..." she shot a glare at Jim, "UNFORTUNATELY…...Chevy will announce the rules of the game."

Jim had no intention of staying quiet, "Don't anybody think it be a bit creepy that we's just characters in a video game?"

"I do." Wesker said, raising his hand.

"Ahem… No one cares...," Chevy said. "Anyway, on with the game. There are no rules, except you must have at least one partner, which you can't pick. We will play through the Outbreak in Raccoon City. Instead of eight survivors, there are twelve, the extra four being Me, Clarie, Nick, and Sylph."

"Hmph! I don't remember there being any custom characters!" David said.

"Silence!" Nick commanded.

David, suddenly looking meek, replied, "Yes, sir..."

"Plus, we're adding in the RE2 Characters. Also, you can't kill yourself just cuz you hate your partner. Turn on the Playstation 2's, and let's get this started!" Sylph said.

"What about Me and Bob?" Wesker asked, looking at the fat man.

"You'll have your cameos, but for now, just play DDR," Clarie answered.

Wesker chuckled. "I don't think so…"

"D….. D….. R!" Chevy screeched, his eyes turning red.

Wesker gulped and nodded, joining Bob on the Dance Dance Revolution mat.

"AND NO DIRTY BOOTS ON CHEVY'S DANCE PAD!" Sylph added.

Wesker grumbled and began to untie his boots.

Meanwhile, the eight survivors were picking their partners from slips of paper in a bowl. Nobody looked entirely satisfied with their choice.

"Oh well. Cry about it," Chevy said wtih a shrug.

"OK! Let's start this baby up!" Clarie said, turning on the main power switch, activating the Playstation 2's and starting the game.

"I'm scared…," Yoko whispered.

David looked at her, then over at the DDR pad, where Wesker was shaking his groove thing. He shuddered and agreed, "Me, too..."

Oo END OF CHAPTER 1 oO

Chevy: If only they knew our true intentions...huahaha! Then they'd really be scared...

Clarie: Now it's time for the reader participation segment! Please leave a review telling us (1) how you liked the story so far, and (2) What part of Raccoon you want us to end up in next, within reason. You can even pick real Outbreak 1 and 2 scenarios. Submit a review and maybe your choice will end up being the setting of our next scenario!

NEXT CHAPTER: SCENARIO I

Reviews are still welcome...though there's a very slim chance we'll be having a new chapter ever...