Hey peoples! This is my effort at writing a fanfiction... Don't judge me too hard its my first time writing lol... scene index shown here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157266003/0/0/1 Destiny Fanfiction (inspired by Snarkii and Fiji) Zara- "The girl who is out to kill her own fireteam" hunter Ralph- "The team idiot who somehow despite all possibility makes the clutch play" warlock Sanders- "The only person who can get them to listen" Titan Scene 1: Meet the Team Sanders awoke with a yawn, the light of the sun shining through his window in the tower. He clutched his teddy bear back to his chest and proceeded to try and fall back asleep. Just as he was about to go back to his dreams, his ghost, Jon, beeped angrily. "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP! ITS 8:00 AM!" John yelled digitally. "GAAAAHHH!" Sanders shouted aloud, sitting up as if pulled by a string. He was going to be late for the half price sale at the vanguard, . He quickly leaped out of bed and threw on his gear, and with a swish wrapped the mark around his waist. He threw the door to his room open and walked into the living room of their apartment, which consisted of a kitchenette, a couch, a circular table with three chairs, and the largest TV they could fit on the wall. "Guys! We're going to be late!" he said to empty air. He blinked, confused. He was the only one awake, or so it seemed. A door creaked open to the right of the room, and Ralph stumbled in, still in his pajamas. "Late for what?" Ralph muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "The Vanguard sale!" Sanders said excitedly. "All weapons half off!" "Can I go back to sleep?" Ralph muttered. "It's a Saturday. And not everyone's an Exo around here." Sanders gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine. You need anything?" Ralph perked up at this. "Well, the latest issue of Guardian Angels (a comic series) came out yesterday." Sanders breathed in and out, trying not to get frustrated. "Get it yourself! I'm not supposed to run errands for everyone! And your addiction to anime, or manga, or whatever it is, has cost us hundreds of glimmer!" Sanders practically shouted, failing his attempts to not get mad. Ralph pouted. "Fine. I'm going back to sleep." Ralph slammed his door shut and Sanders sighed again. He grabbed a pop tart and started to walk out of the room, when the door he was just about to open slammed into his face. He fell to the ground, pride hurt and pop tart in pieces. "Owwww....." He moaned, removing his helmet and clutching his brusied nose. He looked up to see the perpetrator that was responsible was actually Zara, who had a habit of getting up super early. "Sorry." She said, clearly not sorry. She did, however, reach down to help him. "Thanks," he said, grabbing her hand. She pulled him halfway up, then suddenly let go so he plummeted back down. Zara chortled and walked past him to the kitchen, where she began to make waffles. "Don't burn yourself with the skillet, I would hate to see you hurt." Sanders muttered sarcastically, rubbing his now sore backside. "What do you do so early, anyways?" Zara, who was mixing the waffle mix, froze. "Umm.....what did you want in your waffle?" WORD LIMIT GAAAHHHH!!!! Will have to break this into parts so count this as part one... Comment what you think below!! Also, I am going to leave the links to Snarkii's and Fiji's works. Part 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157258725/0/0 Snarkii's writing :D https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157256000/0/0/1 Fiji's writing :D https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/142503792/0/0