The Seven Sleepers

BANG!

The doors to the warehouse abruptly burst open, shocking everyone inside.

'An ambush?!?!' Ghost's thoughts ran rampant.

Staring at the door in alert, he watched as seven figures entered in unison with heavy footsteps like menacing demons, but upon seeing their figures any wariness was washed away.

The seven figures wore a strange suit, each with a specific color. From left to right, they were: white, green, black, pink, blue, yellow and red.

'They are dressed as the Mighty Morphin' team from Power Rangers? What kind of fucking roleplay did we get ourselves into,' Ghost looked at them in utter disgust.

He was a fiend with capabilities befitting that of a demon, especially after being pumped with the Super Soldier Formula.

Naturally, he held no fear if they attempted close-quarters combat; the only thing that worried him were those silver cylinder bullets which posed real dangers to him and his squad.

The seven men looked around in silence, fixing their eyes on Wizard, Glasses, and Blackbeard as they sighed out in disappointment.

"You lost because you were too busy smoking weed? Absolutely pathetic." Red and the others shook their heads.

"Such a disgrace. At least this gives us a chance to show off. Hehehe!" White smirked with a smug smile, settling his gaze on Ghost with feverish excitement.

"..." Ghost glanced back at him spitefully, "Can you not look at me like that? I'm only interested in females."

White clenched his fists, spitting back in irritation, "Tch. I'm only looking at you like that because you can provide me with a good game!"

Ghost almost facepalmed, but didn't want to destroy his own face with his monstrous fists, his face darkening as he asked in befuddlement.

"Did you just say... a good game?"

"Yeah. Like a 'gg.' You know what I mean, bro?"

"Heh. I know what you mean, 'bro,' and now I'm going to fuck you up in Rocket League. Let's see you have that for a good game."

"Huh? You're gonna fuck us up? You think you're that good? And even if you somehow win, our boss has long since taught us the 'Path of GG,' win or loss!"

"Shut the hell up. I'm guessing your boss is a Redditor too, huh?" Ghost felt more irked then ever, "Wolverine, Roach, let's get this match started. We're winning big time here."

"Huh?" Wolverine started in shock, "Aren't we only winning by a small margin? The plan—"

"The plan is canceled. Pick up your controller. We'll teach them that there's no such thing as 'gg.'" Ghost's voice reverberated in a deadpan manner, his aura cold and threatening.

Ghost and his team immediately got ready, but there was one major concern: Roach's eyes were burning a bright red from the weed.

"Heh, we can't even rely on Roach when he's in that condition. We might as well have a 3v2." Ghost spat in anger, Wolverine nodding in agreement.

He then looked across at the seven Power Rangers' setup and couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion.

All seven of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers were setting up their consoles and monitors.

'They can only have three people, what the fuck are they doing? Whatever, I shouldn't expect logic from roleplaying redditors, bunch'a grown ass men turned tiktokkers."

Ghost focused on his screen, deciding it wasn't worth killing his own brain cells to analyze their twisted psyches.

Eventually, a match was set up and Ghost's team joined.

[Ghost Squad] vs [The Seven Sleepers]

'Cringe name,' Ghost thought just before his eyes nearly popped out.

He clicked to view the scoreboard information and what he saw was beyond shocking.

The Seven Sleepers somehow had seven players: White, Green, Black, Pink, Blue, Yellow and Red.

"Seven versus three? Are you guys fucking insane? How the hell did you even do that?"

"How?" White mocked, "It's called being the best players in Afghanistan. How about you beg to learn our moves, dipshit!"

"What? No, fuck you! That's not how Rocket League is meant to be played!" Ghost shouted, standing up in anger.

"Ghost, calm down! Let's just win!" Wolverine cried out from the side, just barely stopping Ghost from flipping his desk over.

Ghost breathed in and out roughly, calming down as he whispered under his breath with a look of delirium in his eyes.

"Win... Yeah, we'll just win against this trash that relies on numbers. Shatter their beliefs and ruin them...."

Thankfully, Ghost managed to keep a cool head, despite being pissed off at this shameless team.

He didn't know how they managed to get seven people on one team.

Likewise, he didn't want to find out.

As a matter of fact, he put these seven on his kill list.

They were going to die miserably under his hands and whatever trick they knew would be forever forgotten, buried with their rotting corpses six feet under before following their souls to the depths of hell.

Finally, the game was about to begin.

And thankfully, there was no more sparking in the warehouse.

Even Snoop Dog stared at the screen intently, having a nice chat with Captain Price and Lil' Ghani about weed, music, and—Rocket League.

Yes, that's right! Rocket League!

During their smoke session, the two found out a lot more about Snoop Dog.

The biggest revelation being that Snoop Dog was a massive Rocket League fan! And that was why he ventured into Afghanistan, the holy sanctuary of Rocket League, to begin with!

Ghost refocused on the game.

His team was blue and the map was Salty Shores, the night time version.

Roach was starting far left and he'd be leading the kick-off.

Ghost and Wolverine were both in the off-center positions, their plan for Wolverine to take the follow.

On the other side of the field, all five positions were filled by the Seven Sleepers, but where were the other two?

[3]

'There's only five starting spawns, but there's seven of them. Where will the other two spawn?'

[2]

'Tch. They have to rely on cheap parlor tricks to have any hope of holding their own against us.'

[1]

Ghost no longer bothered himself with trivial thoughts, ready for that split-second start.

[GO!]

Roach shot forward at an astronomical speed, boosting forward as he performed a diagonal flip before following with a flip cancel, banging the ball across the field.

The ball continued under the powerful velocity, rolling up the wall to the right of orange goal.

"A perfect speed flip kickoff! How?!"

Ghost and Wolverine screamed out in unison in sheer disbelief.

This had to be the work of a ghost of a RLCS past! One that couldn't stand to watch such an unfair game of seven versus three!

After all, there was no way this was an effect brought on by smoking weed!

BOOM! BOOM!

Two consecutive booms rang out as their smiles faded from their faces.

They were demo'd—from behind.

Due to the limitation of five spawns, two of the Seven Sleepers had spawned on Ghost Team's center-back spawns.

"They're fucking dead for that." Ghost fumed with a thirst for blood, his hands nearly crunching his controller into bits were it not for being composed of the Code Eden materials.

Wolverine breathed heavily, spawning back as he boosted forward on the follow.

Even if the enemies resorted to cheap moves, their plan was still in effect.

Ghost focused on himself, an irrepressible fury surging as his veins pulsated along his neck, his wheels grinding against the sandy ground as he readied himself before orange team's goal.

Wolverine carried on forward, boosting upwards into the brilliant sky to shoot an aerial shot on goal, applying pressure.

From the sky, he realized something was wrong on the ground.

"GHOST! JUMP NOW!"

Ghost jumped without a single question, fully trusting his teammate's commands.

Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh!

Three cars had just boosted straight past where he was just parked, attempting to get a demo on him.

"Three? Just for me?" he mocked, a deep animosity towards them forming in his heart.

It was bad enough they needed seven players, but to even think about sending three of them after him for a demo?!

Not to mention, they failed in their paltry attempt.

Or at least, that's what Ghost thought—

"OH SHIT!"

BOOM!

Another two cars had flown directly at him while he was landing back on the ground, catching him off-guard.

"Wait! Now's our chance!"

Wolverine maneuvered his car while mid-air, performing a perfect air-roll as he sniped the ball towards the top left corner of orange team's goal.

Two goalies desperately flew up to block it, failing pathetically as they bopped one another in a double commit, leaving the goal wide open as the ball wistfully flew in.

[GOAL!]

[1-0]

Ghost stood up, laughing fanatically as he flipped the bird at his opponents, "Trash, get fucked!"

He continued to spew a very long list of derogative terminology which shall not be curated, his opponents steaming from their orifices in anger.

"Hmph! You've made us angry now!" Black grinded his teeth together in fury.

"Wait until you see our next trick!" White echoed madly.

All seven cried out together, chanting in a hivemind, "The Seven Sleepers! It's Rumble Time!"

"Huh? You mean Morphin' Time?" Ghost snickered.

Deep down in his heart however, he felt something was wrong.

'Surely they can't just activate rumble abilities, right?'

The next three seconds went by quickly as the kick-off started.

Wolverine did a nearly identical speed flip kickoff, though it lacked in comparison to Roach's godly inhuman performance.

Both sides were much more prepared for their tactics, Ghost easily dodging the attempted demos from behind while the opponents easily countered the kickoff speed flip kickoff.

Just then, that anxious worry in Ghost's heart turned out to be true.

"Ten seconds is up! Everyone, now!" White cried out, the others cheering back in fanaticism.

Ghost looked on in shock, a sudden barrage of abilities being unleashed.

"THIS ISN'T ROCKET LEAGUE!" he cried out, silenced by the overbearing abilities beating down upon him.

Boing! Boing!

Two consecutive boots stepped down on him, nearly knocking his soul out of his body and into the Astral Plane.

Under the pressure, Ghost coughed out a mouthful of blood, splattering across his 8k monitor setup.

Was it from the disheartening shame that had become of this game? Or perhaps it was from the excess quantities of Super Soldier Formula that he had consumed, finally taking a toll on his potentially implosive body.

Regardless of what it was, Ghost wasn't having it.

He overcame Afghanistan's horrendous ping, and likewise, he could surpass the enemies' exclusive rumble abilities.

Wiping the blood from his screen, he was greeted by the destructive sight of seven abilities rampaging their way across the arena.

Tornados devastated the sandy floor, kicking up a brutal sand storm as magnets hid within the dusty clouds, altering the ball's trajectory.

Dreadful fists punched down onto the ground, leaving massive craters in their wake, while monstrous feet sprung into action, possessing an aura similar to the infamous Samir Al-Hajeed.

Ghost almost couldn't believe his eyes, shedding tears mournfully as his team somehow managed to overcome the first wave.

Roach flew up to the ball, just about to hit a clean pass in mid-field, but by then...

"Again! Fire!"

Ten more seconds had passed and they faced another barrage of attacks.

The ball froze just too high for Roach to reach.

Wolverine quickly followed, but his screen flashed as the enemy teleported him away. Directly in front of him, an opponent sparked red with alarming power coursing through its engine as it demo's him.

Disruptors immediately followed, sending Ghost into a boosted frenzy as he lost control of his vehicle, miraculously managing to pop the ball towards orange goal before two plungers shot towards the ball, sucking it away.

Worst of all, a car covered in ravenous spikes snagged the ball as it landed, driving braggartly into Ghost's goal.

[GOAL!]

[1-1]

Ghost sat down, looking downwards with a darkened face as he just... laughed....

'Haha... hahaha... hahahaha!"

White looked at him, "What's so fucking funny? Did our abilities fuck your brain up that bad?"

Ghost laughed even harder, his head going backwards as he pounded down on his gamer desk, leaving indentations.

"It's funny that... you think you've won."

White tilted his head as he sarcastically said, "Huh? Pal, don't you see? We just fucked you up with our abilities! Don't worry though, win or loss, it's a nice gg. Just smile and enjoy it!"

"Your abilities, right! Your abilities! But here's the thing, 'pal,' we only need the first ten seconds to rip those smug smiles off your faces."