100 Fanfics/Rain

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"So, here we are inside the Cheat Commandos Saturday morning cartoon show," said Strong Bad, looking down at his companion, Sherlock.

Sherlock looked around, taking in the roads, the buildings, and the sky. "Your voice sounds funny," he said at last, in his native language of Cowcoptic. The idea of Strong Bad having a voice at all still amazed him; back in the bizarre universe they'd both been stuck in, Strong Bad had had an old keyboard for a head.

"Yeah, that's great," said Strong Bad distractedly. "Man! I always wanted to come here."

Sherlock looked around some more. He noticed one of the Cheats they'd met earlier approaching them, but looked away and indicated the sky with a tentacle. "There's the sun. I missed the sunlight."

Strong Bad looked at him again. "Uh, I think this conversation is missing a little conversing."

Sherlock didn't know what that meant, but before he could say anything, the Cheat squeaked something in a language he didn't understand. This confused him, because all the other Cheats had spoken in English, same as Strong Bad and Talking Wheelchair.

Strong Bad seemed to understand him though, because he said, "Whoa! Firebert! So... you gotta think of a better commando name."

Firebert, if that was his name and not some sort of English exclamation, made a noise that sounded angry.

"Yeah, I know you like that name. But if you want Teal Laser—"

Firebert interrupted.

Strong Bad shook his head. "Whatever. If you want those guys to take you seriously, you need a name that'll strike terror into their hearts. Like, uh... Fire...dor. The Junior Burninator."

Firebert didn't seem to like that idea very much. Sherlock was getting bored with listening to them and translating what Strong Bad said in his head, so he tuned out and started staring at the shadows.

It'd been weeks and weeks since he'd seen real shadows. It was weird, some of the things he'd missed since getting stuck in the strange universe. He'd even missed being yelled at for being weak, although not very much. But he felt like he could stare at the shadows of the trees for hours.

And maybe he did. When he came back to reality, Strong Bad and Firebert were gone. And so were the shadows. Sherlock stared at the ground, confused until the first raindrop hit him on the head. Rain. He'd almost forgotten about that, too.

Strong Bad peered out the window from the shelter of the Cheat Commandos Headquarters Playset. Sherlock was hovering out in the open, staring up at the rain.

"That guy has some serious mental problems," Strong Bad told Reynold, because Reynold was closest.

Reynold looked up at him. "Well, you haven't stopped talking since you arrived."

"Look," said Strong Bad. "You spend a few months with a keyboard for a head, you learn that there is no such thing as too much talking. Unless you're Strong Sad. Never ask Strong Sad how he is unless you want the complete boring story of his stupid, dumpy life. I had to get Strong Mad to punch him just to..."

Sherlock stayed outside until it got dark.