World / Series: Steve Lab
Timeline: ????
Overall Feeling: Chaos
AU: Steve Lab
Characters: Assistant Steve, Rainbow Steve / Assistant, Galaxy Steve / Assistant, The First Curse, Sabre / Prof. Favre
Settings: The Lab
Word Count: 848

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"This is the worst time for the Professor to be away." Rainbow commented as he stared at the very large sinkhole in the deepest part of the lab, which happens to be the Pantry for some universe awful reason. Seriously, what is up with the Pantry being the center of so many problems as of late?

First it was a struggle to clear it, then the realization that it might as well be considered endless at this point, then there's the clear fact that there's plenty of weapons of mass destruction hiding in there.

And now, right before his very eyes, is a very large and noticeable sinkhole.

"So how long has this been here for? Hm? The First Curse?" Assistant Steve questioned with a pleasant tone as they turned to face the offending fool. The First Curse just looks away, sweating metaphorical bullets. "I have no idea, I was minding my business living in my room while waiting for any work that I'm needed for when I felt some sort of tremors." They answered with a shrug, which was all true.

They're only living in the Lab rent free because their creator has needed him to be on standby during and after the loop. Especially with the Twisted timeline.

Or perhaps, it's because their creator got sick of him joining Twisted Sabre in causing a mass amount of trauma. Honestly, TFC would prefer if they were being sold as a sacrifice to Prof. Favre experiments than anything else, but alas, he can handle the free time for the time being.

But right now, they have a massive emergency that they have no idea how to deal with.

"Should we call Dad and tell him that there's a monster that made this sinkhole?" Everyone all looked at Galaxy as if as though he had something seemingly impossible and unbelievable. "Did you just call that crazy psychotic Professor your Dad?" TFC questioned, which earned them a dumbfounded look, TFC had the audacity to look confused.

"What? He called Prof. Favre Dad, that's more surprising than a monster–"

"TFC, this is why you're unloved."

TFC shakes their head in response as they all look down at the sinkhole. "We should seriously do something before this island gets destroyed, heck, I don't even want to know what that Professor's reaction would be." The others hums in agreement, they really should do something before it comes back and haunt them–

"Wait, what do you mean by island?"

TFC stares at Rainbow, then at the Sinkhole, they didn't waste a second and immediately jumped into it, much to the others surprise, but they did eventually follow after. They really don't want to leave this alone and cause a bigger problem after all. Nor do they want to deal with Prof. Favre being angry about the destruction done to the lab, there is a lot of sensitive and fragile stuff here after all.

Very expensive too.

And they can't risk the monsters escaping into the nearby village that was built to house their patients either. 

Surely, nothing bad will happen.

*

"Oh Assistants I'm home~!" Prof. Favre cheerfully greeted as he arrived back to the lab– only to be greeted by the sight of it being in a complete ruinous mess and what seems to be a bunch of mobs wrecking havoc. Prof. Favre hums as he watches his Assistants and shockingly enough, TFC, is fighting against the mobs.

Well, he supposed this would be considered an emergency since, if this isn't handled soon, it would cause this island to fall straight into the void and into The End dimension, which wouldn't be pleasant. He was surprised that they didn't call him for this emergency, but he supposed– they thought they could handle this on their own.

But looking at it, they're suffering, with a shake of their head, Prof. Favre takes out his weapon he had on hand this time around– which happens to be a wonderful energy gun he had made recently and had gone out to test.

Well, hopefully his Assistants and TFC aren't too injured for a lovely lecture.

*

"Have you guys learned your lessons?" Prof. Favre questioned sweetly as he looks down at all of his Assistants plus TFC, kneeling before him in shame. They all nodded in shame, which made Prof. Favre giggled. "Next time an emergency like this happens, please make sure to call me! Other than that, you four are cleaning this entire mess."

The group tried to protest, but they were immediately shot down with a disappointed glare from Prof. Favre.

Well, at least they learned their lesson, they really shouldn't handle an emergency like this on their own after all. Considering, well, this could have seriously damaged all their equipment and medical supplies they have for the patients they have living not too far.

Now that would have been an even bigger emergency they rather not have occurred.