HV & Dino-Written Stories #1: Flightmares
By: The HV and Dino-Weapon Show
Released October 11, 2022
Dino’s Flight
“Hey! We’re finally here!” HV exclaimed. “Walking all this way, this is why you need these lessons.” Dino looked at HV and simply replied, “Yep.” Dino looked down the seemingly endless runway, wondering how it came to be this way. “HV, lemme ask you a question.” “Alright,” HV replied, “what is it?” “How do you think this place got like this? I mean, this should’ve been incredibly busy when it was open, but now,” Dino continued, “I mean, it’s all abandoned.”
“I’m not sure why or how it got like this, but at least it’s isolated,” HV said, staring up at Dino. “Now, let’s get to work.” He guided Dino to the center of the runway of the once bustling airport, with Dino noticing that HV looked slightly more tan than his normal gray and black. Dino didn’t spend too much time thinking about it, as he knew what he had to do; fly.
“Okay, we’re all set!” HV said. “Now, for the grand reveal, Dino... open that pack!” Dino took a step backwards and stood there as he tried to open the jetpack. After a few seconds, the excitement grew to slight disappointment.
“Um... where is it?” HV wasn’t sure why nothing was happening? Was Dino playing a prank on him? “I’m not sure,” Dino responded, “It’s just not opening.” “What do you mean it’s not opening?” HV asked. “I don’t know why, but this darn thing won’t activate.” Dino seemed very confused as well, which relieved HV of his worries. “Maybe it’s the heat?”
“Well, we are in the middle of what could be classified as a desert,” HV pointed out. Dino looked around the abandoned building, seeing only sand and dust as far as he could see, with some grass patches scattered about. “Huh,” the dinosaur acknowledged, his green-coated metal parts glistening in the sunlight. “Well, that’s one reason.” He looked back down at HV, just realizing how small he really was. “I’m just gonna try again until it works,” Dino said as he got himself back into position. “Alright,” he sighed, “here goes nothing.”
Attempt after attempt, and still nothing. HV began to worry that Dino might not even be able to open the jetpack at all, but before he could finish his thought, Dino exclaimed, “HV! I think it’s working!”
Suddenly, without warning, a yellow and tan beam extended from Dino’s back, transforming itself and revealing more mechanical parts that didn’t seem to reasonably fit in such a small condensed area. HV flew upwards over Dino once the mechanical whirring had stopped and the jetpack was still. He looked down from above Dino and couldn’t believe his eyes. A massive central turbine with a droid head on either end of the yellow section of the jetpack. Underneath the droid heads, HV spotted smaller turbines, with the one on Dino’s right missing a panel, exposing wires and other metal parts. HV flew down next to Dino and congratulated him on finally opening the jetpack.
“Thanks, buddy,” Dino said, looking down at HV and still startled by the sudden opening of the jetpack. “Alright, HV,” Dino said, “I’m about to activate the engines.” “Okay,” HV replied. Dino got back into position as best he could, eyes fixed on the end of the runway seemingly miles away. He lowered his head and aimed the jetpack parallel to the steaming runway they were both on. He activated his jetpack and prepared to launch himself when the engines blazed to life and the dinosaur was shot forward.
“Woah!” HV dived out of the way, with Dino screaming at the top of his figurative lungs. “Go up!” HV shouted at Dino, still traveling at over 10 times the normal speed of planes taking off. Dino barely lifted his jetpack and he gained altitude instantly, his feet still tucked into his legs, desperately trying not to break them off. He then went higher and higher, and he kept a surprisingly constant speed going up. Eventually, HV could no longer see him from the ground, and decided to fly up to where Dino could be. When the alien finally caught up to Dino-Weapon, the robot was still going at well over the speed of sound. Dino noticed HV and suddenly regained control of the jetpack and slowed himself down to 0.88 Mach, which he knew was the optimal flying speed.
“You good?” HV asked, practically shouting. “Yep! I think I’m getting the hang of this!” He turned around and flew back to the runway, with HV trailing shortly behind. “This is actually not that bad,” Dino remarked, grinning as best he could since, obviously, he didn’t have those kinds of mechanisms. HV and Dino-Weapon flew around for a while, joking about the canonicity of a book series. “Do you think they’d be canon?” Dino asked HV at one point. “Yep, without a doubt. The whole darn series would be canon,” HV replied, chuckling to himself. Once they spotted the abandoned airport, they both descended down. Dino then realized something; he couldn’t really land like an airplane due to not having wheels. He expressed this concern to HV, who told him, “Well, just try to circle around where you want to land, then aim the jetpack upwards to slowly... ‘float’ down, if that’s how you want to say it.” “Okay, I got it,” Dino responded, and as HV simply glided down, he followed his friend’s instructions perfectly and thankfully didn’t break anything. “That,” Dino panted (somehow), “was awesome! But I think that’s enough for today.” He then told HV to head back, to which HV replied, “How ‘bout we fly back?” “Fine,” Dino agreed, “but only back to headquarters.” He and HV then got into positions and flew off into the distance, leaving the airport abandoned once more.
Blaster Found
“Welp, time to keep looking.” It didn’t take long before Sans found a strange-looking cave. He observed the odd entrance into the darkness of the cave, an elongated archway inviting unsuspecting travelers inside. An ominous howl emerged from the cave, with the skeleton staring blankly into the cave and recognized the noise instantly. “Don’t worry, buddy! I’m getting ya outta there!” Stupid Sans rushed into the cave without hesitation, unusually determined to find his only Golden Blaster. He wandered around the cave for over half an hour, searching its endless pathways as if he were trapped in a labyrinth. Sans reached a dead end before realizing, “Wait a minute. I can teleport!” He then disappeared instantly and resumed searching for the Golden Blaster, but now he was teleporting everywhere.
Eventually, he ended up in a large room, much larger than he thought could naturally form, and in the center of the room was- “Golden Blaster!” Sans rushed towards the yellow levitating entity, which seemed confused as to why it was there. “How in the world did you end up down here?!” The blaster turned towards him and gave a series of affectionate grunts and growls. “You got lost down here?” Sans asked, surprised. “I had to teleport in order to find ya! Anyway, let’s just get out of this place.” The blaster nodded and followed Sans, who was walking at this point when suddenly the entrance to the room snapped shut. A large metal door blocked off the exit and the two were stuck. The duo started to panic when from out of nowhere, a deep voice boomed, “Well, well, well. Stupid Sans himself, and his pet.” “Who are you calling a pet?!” Sans asked furiously, rage in his voice. “I think he’d prefer the term ‘friendo.’”
“Whatever,” the voice said, clearly annoyed by the skeleton’s lack of fear. “It doesn’t matter now. I have kidnapped you, and now you are my prisoner!” “I don’t think so,” Sans replied, with the Golden Blaster staring at him in confusion. “This is very nice and whatnot, but I’m just gonna take my buddy and leave.” The voice gave a hearty laugh, amused by the skeleton’s words. “Oh, really?” the voice asked, “I’d like to see you try!” Sans shrugged and said “Okay,” before grabbing the Golden Blaster and teleporting out of the room. The voice paused for a moment, completely bewildered by what had just happened, then said, “Wait! Where are you?!” There was no response. Sans and the blaster had already escaped the cave thanks to Sans’s teleporting and memorization of the entrance.
The voice sighed and said defeatedly, “Well, I have no idea what to do now.” It thought for a moment, then announced “That’s it. I give up. I’ve been bested by a stupid skeleton with an IQ much lower than me. You know what? I’m leaving.” The voice complained about other things before fading into the silence of the cave. Sans wondered why anyone would want to kidnap him, but then remembered a memory that he probably should’ve forgotten long ago. “But that’s for another day,” Sans said, seemingly aware of the narration. He and the Golden Blaster headed back to their home, and Sans got out his laptop and watched the latest video of his favorite channel; the one with him in it, of course.
B.O.S.S.’s Defeat
“Heh. So this is the one and only Glue Bunny?” Glue B.O.S.S. chuckled to himself, “This is pathetic.” He stared down at Glue Bunny, strapped to a wooden chair unable to escape. Glue Bunny responded, “Well, I don’t even know how I got here, honestly.” The giant robot looked at the gray bunny and said, “How you got here is irrelevant now. What is relevant is the fact that you are now my test subject.” Glue Bunny desperately tried to think of ways to talk Glue B.O.S.S. out of the situation. “Um... maybe we can make a deal? I can-” The robot interrupted Glue Bunny, saying, “I will NOT change my mind, if that’s what you were trying to do.” Glue Bunny stared back at Glue B.O.S.S., terrified and defeated. He struggled for a bit but to no avail.
“Now,” Glue B.O.S.S. continued, “it’s time for testing. For the first test, let’s see how durable Glue creatures really are.” He gave a wicked smile and approached Glue Bunny, hollowing out his arms and revealing metal spikes and wireframe that was just barely visible. Then, out of nowhere, a loud crash erupted from the ceiling of the dome-shaped room, and a speeding gray blur blazed through the hole and circled around Glue Bunny. After a second or two, Glue Bunny was free and leapt from his chair and took a step forward, knowing exactly who that blur was. After a moment of silence and dramatic stares, the blur launched itself at Glue B.O.S.S. and Glue Bunny followed suit. Clangs of metal rang throughout the room, and the blur managed to chip away a portion of the robot’s jaw covering, revealing more of the wireframe endoskeleton. It then stopped moving right next to Glue Bunny, and revealed itself.
“Oh, my. If it isn’t Glue UXW, honestly the superior Glue bunny here.” Glue UXW faced Glue B.O.S.S. and rolled his eyes sarcastically. His golden hat glimmered in the light that penetrated the hole in the room, fueled with magical energy. He hovered in place, asking, “Why the heck would you kidnap Glue Bunny?! And don’t use testing as an excuse.” “Fine then,” answered Glue B.O.S.S., “I did it because one, I wanted to, and second...” Glue B.O.S.S. paused for a moment, “my reasons are my own.” “I’m pretty sure it was mainly for testing,” Glue Bunny chimed in. Glue UXW agreed, still floating in place. “Anyway,” Glue B.O.S.S. said, “even though you’re indeed incredibly strong, I’m still stronger than you!” Glue Bunny sighed and turned around and told Glue UXW to make a small magic ramp aimed at the robot, and he agreed. Glue Bunny long jumped forward, but then started going backwards. He kept building speed in a single spot, seeming like he was glitching out, then without warning, he lifted his left mechanical arm and thrust it down, launching him straight into the animatronic’s chest. He bashed straight through Glue B.O.S.S. and sped through the room’s walls, speeding off into the horizon. Glue UXW followed suit, as he flew upwards and blazed off towards Glue Bunny’s location.
Glue B.O.S.S. collapsed onto the metal flooring, angrily saying, “I swear I will get my revenge one way or another, and I’ll make sure it won’t be the last thing I do!” He then activated a mechanical claw that dragged him into another room, an ominous orange glow emerging from the room. The door slammed shut, with the label of “Parts & Services” engraved on the front. The robot chuckled as he was engulfed into the orange glow of the room, ready to plot his revenge on those two bunnies.
Remixed Basics
It was a bright sunny day in the dry fields. A slight breeze lightly blew the dry grass patches scattered about. In the distance, a pink animatronic bunny was strolling down the fields. The light of the sun reflected off his cyan glasses, while he was simply unaffected by the bright rays of light beaming down onto him. He peacefully strolled along the grassy plains, appreciating himself as Remix 39, the only robot with a knack for keeping things his way. He kept strolling down when he suddenly tripped, interrupting his self-absorbed thoughts. He exclaimed, “OW! What the heck?!” He turned around furiously, and saw that he had tripped on some kind of laptop. He picked it up from the ground and examined it.
“What the heck is this?” It was a laptop of some kind, similar to how some night guards had described their office equipment to him. It had a look that seemed to reference old computers back in the 1980s, with a thick monitor and large screen coated in a slightly darker shade of pink than he himself was. There was no keyboard, but a giant green button with a lightning bolt symbol on it rested in the middle of the bottom panel. He turned it over and over, searching for any kind of power switch but to no avail. He then pressed the button without hesitation, yet still nothing. His patience and curiosity having been worn out, he threw the device with all his might into the air, exclaiming, “Piece of junk!”
It seemed to sail through the air for a while before landing with a loud crash. Unbeknownst to Remix 39, however, he had accidentally angered one of the most dangerous animatronics in the world. The device landed next to a red animatronic bunny, horns growing out of the sides of its head. Startled, it quickly turned and spotted the bright bunny not too far away. Enraged by the unprovoked event, the red bunny sped towards Remix 39, who was unsure how to react until they both collided and engaged in a fight.
“Hey, what the- Get off me!” Remix 39 struggled to keep himself from being too damaged as the grasp of the enraged animatronic started to deform Remix 39’s pink plastic shell. The two fought for not much longer, as Remix 39 gained the strength and determination to overpower the red bunny, who he recognized as Evil Springtrap. He hoisted the red animatronic over him and launched him as far as he could. Evil Springtrap soared through the air and crashed on the ground with a loud clang of metal. He got up and faced the pink bunny, rage in both their eyes. Remix 39 noticed the yellow inside of Evil Springtrap’s mouth, as well as the scar that marked his right eye. Interestingly, he noticed that his right ear was missing the top section, yet still looked new as if he were built that way.
“Why the heck did you do that?!” Evil Springtrap roared, ready to attack. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to throw stuff at people?!” “Dude, I didn’t even know you were in the country!” Remix 39 responded. “What, you got something against me? You didn’t even try to ask ‘Bro, what the heck?!’ You just attacked me!” Evil Springtrap said, “Well, it’s not my fault a broken maintenance panel was aimed at me specifically!” Remix 39 was shocked by this. Who would think he would aim anything at anyone? Just for fun? He struggled to respond, before coming up with, “It’s ‘cause I’m pink, isn’t it?” Evil Springtrap looked at Remix 39 not with rage, but with confusion, which was what he wanted. “You attacked me since I’m pink, and you probably thought I was someone else, right?” Evil Springtrap, still confused, replied, “What?! No, I just-” Remix 39 cut him off and continued, “What, do you have some kind of disliking towards pink animatronics? Are you actu-”
“Shut. Up. No, I’m not... whatever you were about to say,” interrupted Evil Springtrap, trying his hardest to not allow that language in canon. “You know what? I’m just gonna leave now,” he said. Then, without any anticipation, he walked away, leaving Remix 39 seemingly alone when Bonnie, the dumb purple bunny, tapped Remix 39’s shoulder. The pink bunny turned around and upon seeing Bonnie, jumped and picked up Bonnie and threw him away towards a nearby abandoned skyscraper. “Nobody cares, Bonnie!” he shouted, remembering that Bonnie hadn't helped anyone for the longest time and only wanted Remix 39 to be annoyed. “Go find Freddy or something, but don’t talk to me right now!” he screamed, and saw Bonnie give a thumbs-up from a distance. Remix 39 then continued on his walk, passing by the remains of the broken maintenance panel, when he tripped again, this time on an old pink camera monitor from a restaurant that closed back in 1987. He pulled it up from the ground and said to himself, “Here we go again.”