Hey guys! It's been awhile, I know. Thank you all for your continued support for these strings of one-shots. Kind of crazy that it's been more of a year since I've started writing, and how with these one-shots, you can actually see the progression in my work. From mindless, almost comical troll-like fics to these much more solid stories. I can't tell you how proud I am to be able to write for you guys, honestly. I just hope that regardless of what the genre is for each of these one-shots, that you guys will still like them.

For the guest reader who wondered about my Xbox gamertag: I don't have Black Ops 2, yet, but I do have the original Black Ops and a few other games. I wouldn't mind playing with any of you, so please feel free to add me. My gamertag is P3 LadyChaos.

Without further ado, I present a quick drabble I wrote on my Tumblr blog. I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer goes here.

Enjoy!

"Cool it, Stupid-ger! We have more important things than to hear you bitch and moan about the zombies, now GET ON THAT BUS!"

Edward inwardly groaned, desperate to get these newcomers to finish his plans and then fall to their deaths at the hands of his minions. They were infuriatingly annoying compared to the others. He could almost say that he missed his old team.

Almost.

"Now now, dummkopf, just listen to me and get to building zhe next contraption!" He hissed, and disconnected his connection to Stulanger. Said human below, grabbed at his dirty hair in confusion, entering the bus manned by T.E.D.D. with the others. Misty, pushing at his back to hurry up and slurring more of that rather unattractive speech at the others.

Spirit limbo was odd to the doctor. His anxiety was peaked and his new role of the ringleader of the zombies was turning out to be rather unpleasant.

With the voices in his head, Richtofen always thought that being in control of all of these zombies would be such a joy. The remaining souls on the earth would cower, begging for forgiveness as his all-mighty, undead pawns swiped their clawed hands at their fleshy bodies, sending them to their deaths. Then maybe those damned voices would be pleased with his bidding for once.

Again, his plans did not go accordingly.

While in this strange limbo, the doctor tried time and time again to reconnect with his lost teammates; to torment them more with the undead or aid them, he did not know. No matter how hard he tried to send himself back to the moon with those idiots; his efforts seemed futile, and now he was stuck playing babysitter for these four new zombie-slaying idiots.

He sniffed at the oxygen-less atmosphere and let out another groan.

His new seat at the throne was pitiful, and he was stuck in this deranged girls little, useless body. The tattered remains of Samantha's robin blue dress was tangible, along with her shiny black shoes and hair ribbon that was annoyingly tied to her- his head. Yet, he couldn't untie the damn thing and shred it to pieces. Samantha was left untouched and his true Adonis form was left back on the moon.

He was literally left for Hell on Earth.

"Bleh, bleh bleh, vodka vodka, bleh, bleh, bleh," Muttered Richtofen, "I'm actually starting to miss that Russian drunk"

Not that they'd miss you anyhow, Edward.

He was so sure that once he gained control of the zombies, the voices would be gone, but they still lingered and were stronger and louder than ever.

If it weren't for that little girl in your body, the others would have killed you mercilessly by now.

He ground his teeth and pushed the thoughts away, sending another helpful perk down to the others below.

"Ka-Boom!" He laughed wickedly. The others lowered their guns and let out breaths they hadn't known they were holding as the zombies bodies disintegrated in their nearby vicinity.

As long as he stood here in control of the zombies, all he could do was let these other four have a false sense of hope, and crush it once they've done their bidding. Hopefully it would not be long until the other three, along with that wretched girl in his body, could return and he could unleash the full force of his undead minions to do his bidding. All of this at his disposal! It was absolutely grand.

Until then...

"Ach, I am starting to miss the others..." Richtofen said, before his smile became wicked and more of his creations rose from the ground. "NOW, YOU PATHETIC IMBECILES, KILL WHILE YOU CAN!"

Yes, kill while you can, for your grave lays before you.

So there's that, guys. Hope that despite the lack of 'funny' in this one-shot, that I can still please a few of you readers out there. Again, thank you for your continued support and I'll see you all next time! Sorry for the lack of word-count on this one too, I've been a little rusty with this fandom lately, just due to the sudden spike of mary-sue fics that kind of ward me away, but I'm planning on jumping back soon enough!