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A Present for You Summer was nearly coming to an end in Deviant City as the scorching heat forced everyone to stay in their homes or head for the swimming pools to cool down. The local café goers and barflies from the Complaints Tavern were getting ready to have a party for next month when the kids head back to school, happy to finally stop hearing the whining and usual teenage angst they hear every year from them. Outside from the protective walls of the city, the Team Deviant gang was relaxing in their bases. The summer was kind to them as any attacks from the Bandemonians were low; making them guess that even the banned can’t t

TD: Panic Prone A Team Deviant short story by Agent-Sarah Author’s note: This is a deleted scene from chapter 10 that wasn’t made due to the fact that I couldn’t think of a way to end the chapter so I made the scene where Vynnx takes over the city hall. So here’s the deleted scene for all for you to read. Moon opens the door to her sleeping quarters as everyone was heading off to bed. After two and half hours of explaining how she and her friends were separated after a follow team member betrayed them and send them to different locations far away from Deviant City so he can take over it. The RED team that helped them

Chapter 13: Together at last “It’s been 24 hours since the disappearance of the Red and Blue team members of Team Deviant after reports of gunfire and explosions being heard from the bases. The local police came but only to find a war zone with no team members in sight. Within hours after the disappearance of the team, the high council started sending out new laws such as no tracings of Naruto images and kicking anyone out of the city that posts up badly written poetry. In other news, several people called in to complain about bizarre messages begin sent to them randomly by city residents. Some say it’s a scam message that w

‘Twas a busy night at the tavern. Everyone was riled up thanks to some very recent drama which provided rollicking amusement for all. Overall, a pretty standard night. Then the door opened. Standing in the doorway was one of the regular tavern patrons. A five-foot-seven anthropomorphic Great White shark named Gage, better known by the other taverngoers as Sane Intolerant. He was wearing what looked like a futuristic army getup and had what seemed to be a Covenant carbine on his back and the hilt of an energy sword on his thigh. “Yo, Sane!” called one of the many people sitting at the bar. He wore a fancy tux and a top hat wi

My head throbbed uncontrollably. It hurt to move and it hurt to think, like I had pulled a muscle in my brain. I shook my head, trying to get the pain to go away as best as I could. No luck. My vision was blurry. Whatever had hit me and knocked me out had hit me hard. The ringing in my ears eventually subsided, replaced by the murmur of several voices all at once. As my vision began to clear, I found myself to be in a cage. Specifically, a cage in the middle of what appeared to be some sort of command center. The murmurs of several voices became a disorganized chorus of several separate conversations taking place across the floor. Straight a