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The ULTIMATE Borderlands Fanfic: Part 2

May 19th, 2013 - Mister Prawn | 0 Comments

Claptrap stared at Steve for what what must've been three hours. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Steve groped indiscriminately in Claptrap's direction, clearly desperate. Claptrap grabbed the Vault Hunter and bolted for the door. It was locked. Steve let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Claptrap,' he rebuked. Steve always had been a little annoying, so Claptrap knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Steve did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Vault Hunter tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Steve looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Claptrap. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Claptrap. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Steve walked over to the window and looked down. Claptrap was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Claptrap was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Steve's place. Claptrap had severely hurt his fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral bullymongs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Vault Hunter. One by one they latched on to Claptrap. Already weakened from his injury, Claptrap yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of bullymongs running off with his Vault Hunter.

But then God came down with His plucky smile and restored Claptrap's Vault Hunter. Feeling angered, God smote the bullymongs for their injustice. Then He got in His spaceship and darted away with the fortitude of 20 long-haired sea monkeys running from a oversized pack of long-haired sea monkeys. Claptrap stumbled with joy when he saw this. His Vault Hunter was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in seven minutes his favorite TV show, The Handsome Jack Show, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When venomous koalas meet unborn fetus'). Claptrap was excited. And so, everyone except Steve and a few bloody glove-toting man-eating capybaras lived blissfully happy, forever after.

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The ULTIMATE Borderlands Fanfic: Part 1

May 19th, 2013 - Mister Prawn | 3 Comments

It all started when our uber geek, Claptrap, woke up in a fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling really worried, Claptrap slapped a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before anyone could take off their pants, he realized that his beloved Vault Hunter was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soulmate, Steve. Claptrap had known Steve for (plus or minus) 61 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Steve was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... stupid. Claptrap called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Steve picked up to a very unhappy Claptrap. Steve calmly assured him that most albino cats yawn before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually indiscriminately yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Claptrap. Why was Steve trying to distract Claptrap? Because he had snuck out from Claptrap's with the Vault Hunter only eight days prior. It was a eccentric little Vault Hunter... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Claptrap got back to the subject at hand: his Vault Hunter. Steve turned red. Relunctantly, Steve invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Vault Hunter. Claptrap grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Steve realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Vault Hunter and he had to do it fearlessly. He figured that if Claptrap took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least eleven minutes before Claptrap would get there. But if he took the Skag Charriot? Then Steve would be very screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Steve was interrupted by eight insensitive bullymongs that were lured by his Vault Hunter. Steve belched; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he recklessly reached for his banana and thoughtfully poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Skag Charriot rolling up. It was Claptrap.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Claptrap was out of the Skag Charriot and went charismatically jaunting toward Steve's front door. Meanwhile inside, Steve was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Vault Hunter into a box of potatos and then slid the box behind his rhinocerus. Steve was pleased but at least the Vault Hunter was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Steve exotically purred. With a inept push, Claptrap opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive spite-toting jerk in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Steve assured him. Claptrap took a seat mysteriously distant from where Steve had hidden the Vault Hunter. Steve sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Claptrap was distracted. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, Steve noticed a annoying look on Claptrap's face. Claptrap slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Steve felt a stabbing pain in his kidney when Claptrap asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Vault Hunter right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on Claptrap's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet man-eating capybaras. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Claptrap nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Steve could react, Claptrap aimlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Vault Hunter was plainly in view.

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