Short Stories

The T-Shirt Cannon

The prompt for this short story was:
Use the following phrase- “What are you doing with that t-shirt cannon?”

Chaos had dawned upon the city that day; February 20th, 2050. No one expected this day to be as chaotic as it had unfolded to be. All over the city, giant monsters from the underworld slithered, stomped, clobbered, and scampered across the ruins of skyscrapers and apartment blocks alike. However, two heroes stood against them. First, a boy with short, slicked back hair, a black leather jacket with patches adorned him, accompanied by a dark pair of ripped jeans and a pair of dark brown combat boots.. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he fired two semi automatic laser pistols at a large, horridly grotesque, mutated duck. The boy’s neutral expression turned into a rather creepy grin, showing his pearly whites. His friend stood next to him: a girl with pink and orange ombre hair, her figure adorned by a red tank top, a pair of torn whitewash jeans with fishnets underneath, and some black combat boots. She wore dark eyeliner and some red eyeshadow, accompanied by some dark red lipstick. Her smile turned up into a smirk as she stepped up beside her friend. 

“So, what’s the next move Tom?” She asked cooly, watching her friend jump onto the back of the duck, grabbing a hold of it’s large wings. 

“Hmmm….I’ve got an idea! Take over for me, won’t ya Lizzie?” He asked with a wide, toothy grin.

“You know it!” Lizzie jumped in, forcing the large mutated duck back slightly with her gleaming pink laser sword, all the while Tom disappeared into a nearby building, reappearing soon after. Lizzie backflipped out of the way of the sharp toothed beak of the duck, landing beside Tom. Her head tilted in confusion when she saw what Tom was armed with. 

“Uhm, Tom… What in the world are you doing with that t-shirt cannon?” She asked, puzzled.

Tom merely grinned. “Why, I’m going to take out this mother-ducker.” He said, grinning creepily at his almost cheesy joke.

Lizzie merely facepalmed, sighing heavily. “Oh well, this is the last boss, mine as well go out with a bang!” She said, merely shrugging and then grinning widely.

“Alright. Let’s see what this bad boy can do. Now. Get the duck out of the way ya dumb duck!” Tom shouted, firing the t-shirt cannon at the duck. The t-shirt cannon had, instead of being armed with t-shirts, had been armed with some launchable explosives, the pressure of the t-shirt cannon having been amped up a bit. “Hasta La Vista baby!!!!!” Tom shouted, finishing the duck off with nothing but slight insanity and a t-shirt cannon.