Tropers: The Series

Zanreo eventually falls asleep on the couch from exhaustion.

"Mmm... zzzz...not over yet... take this... zzzzz...glitch beam"

"Is the fight over? I think it is, but, like, I left the scene to get muffins."

"Unless I missed something, yes."

“Well, the action’s concluded, might as well go to sleep.”

(Roll credits.)

Episode 4: Law And Order: Tropesberg Unit

”In the criminal justice system, crimes committed against Tropers and their friends are considered especially heinous. In Tropesberg, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Tropesberg Unit. These are their stories.”

(A scene plays of one person shoving another person onto something. However, the details cannot be maken out, as it is so shadowy.)

(Tales wakes up.)

“Whew..... I just had a dream I was in a sitcom based around our wacky adventures. Thank goodness that doesn’t exist, am I right?”

(I'm tired of typing "the skeleton" so much, so I'm just gonna do Bob.)

Bob nods in agreement.

"You had a weird dream too? I had one where I could shoot glitch beams out of nowhere, and was fighting some kind of monster... Oh, and I could shoot at flying pizzas to get extra points even if these didn't seem to do anything in the end. Also the monster just disappeared at one point and I started climbing various buildings by shooting the glitch beam at them. It ended with me just rolling a bunch of stuff up like in Katamari"

Edited by Zanreo on Jan 11th 2019 at 12:31:39 PM

"I was just remembering my childhood. It just so happens that I grew up in Hell."

(Today, the role of Chey will be played by... well, the real one.)
"Well, I had a jacked up dream where I was a Time Lord who was dating a Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy character and had clones of the Gibb brothers for friends/neighbors/surrogate children."

"Uooohhh..." Four groaned in pain as she wakes up, feeling the scotch-filled hangover hitting her head like a train. "My head's fucking killing me..."

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks."

"I'm sorry what?"

"I had a dream where I was trapped in a plastic house with a bunch of toys, fighting black rats."

"It was nice. I wish I could have stayed a while longer."

"It's a crime show."

"So, what are we gonna do today?"

"I had a dream where I drifted in space qhile going through trippy places..." she grabs the empty bottle of scotch. "Who the hell spiked my drink?!"

"THE PLOT THICKENS!"

"Maybe that guy?"

Bob gestures to the shadowy figure in the corner.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO POINT ME OUT TO THE MORTALS!"

"Well, that was before you drugged one of them."

"Oooohh...I guess that explains how he could smuggle drugs all the way over here."

"Is that, like, satan?"

"He's my old boss."

"I HOLD DOMINION OVER YOUR VERY SOUL!"

"But, yes, he's Satan."

Edited by Bobthedeadguy on Jan 11th 2019 at 5:43:52 AM

"Can we arrest him?" She asks, pulling out a pair of handcuffs that's made out of the same material as Satan's.

"Yeah, it's probably a good idea to arrest him. But how?"

Satan begins to sweat.

"UH.......I MUST GO!"

Satan attempts to escape by phasing through the door, but instead slams into it and slides to the floor.

"WHY DIDN'T THAT WORK!?"

"I would suggest you stay on the floor for now."

Edited by Bobthedeadguy on Jan 11th 2019 at 5:57:43 AM

She cracked her knuckles before heading over to Satan. "Alrighty, Satan! You better stay still!" She says as she turns him over face-side down and whispers in what she could assume is his ear. "Or I'll make sure you do...huhuhu~..." The cuffs were locked tightly around what she guessed were his hands.

"WHAT YOU DON'T SUSPECT IS THAT I'M INTO THIS."