Chapter 5: Pokémon Center of Death
At a Pokémon Center, a male trainer with short brown hair and bluish green eyes wearing a red shirt, blue jeans, and a blue bandana around his head, along with a Buneary on his shoulder stood by the doors looking through his bag for something. “Where’d I put that Pokédex this time?” He asked himself.
Suddenly a call from the video phones begins to ring revealing to be Moe, “Hey! Eragon! Could you open the front gate?”
“Sure Moe, is that possible to do that over the phone?” Eragon question.
Moe answers, “Ah yeah sure, just look around for the PC, the central PC the one with the big red switch.”
“Ok, I got it.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait…” Moe exclaimed, “It’s a little more complicated than that. I’ll guide you through it.”
“I think I can handle opening a DOOR.” Eragon muttered.
“Well alright then, they didn’t make a manual for nothing. Just hate to have two accidents in one week.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Eragon asked him.
“Take a nice long look at the lower display.” Moe remarked.
Eragon looks at the screen, a bit puzzled at what he’s seeing, “Moe?”
“Is it me or is door trying to kill us?” Eragon asked.
Moe replies, “Pretty much, that’s as safe as this Pokémon center is gonna get. Oh and whatever you do, don’t go for the cake. That’s how we lost the other guy.”
“Ow, Cake! I love cake!” Cheered Tobi.
“Dispensing delicious cake er… deadly toxins.” An artificially intelligent computer system, known as GLaDOS replied as Tobi looked confused by this response.
“I didn’t order any deadly non toxins.”
End of Flashback
Eragon looked to his Buneary, then back at the screen, “Oooook then.”
“Now, this is what you’re gonna need to do.” Moe instructed, “Press the word, not the entire button, by pressing straight down then pointing straight back up. If the screen glitches in any shape or form do not pull the handle, instead unplug the computer count to 25 and try again in the event you select the wrong option you’ll have very little time.”
“And if that’s the case, what should I do if I mess up?” Eragon asked.
“Run… do not walk to the nearest Pokémon center. Oh and if you do trigger something and it’s not the nerve gas can you say something over the phone. I gotta get the hell outta here before the Obibital bombardment hits.”
“Hold it.. Moe, you do realize you said that word wrong, don’t you?”
“Are you even looking at the screen?”
Eragon looks down following Moe’s order, “Holy crap, it DOES say ‘Obibital’. What was Nurse Joy thinking when installing this?”
“Oh and just so you know, this is gonna open all the doors in the area.”
“What? Who made this anyway?” Eragon questioned.
Moe replies sternly, “The late cake shinobi…”
Elsewhere, Tobi was lying on the ground coughing his lungs out as he lets out a desperately cry, “The cake was a lie!”
“Hello!” Matt pops up on the video phone.
“Hm? Matt? What are you doing?” Eragon asked.
“Oh Eragon. Here I thought Nurse Joy would be manning this....anyway, I’m headed over to that Pokémon Center.” Screaming was heard in the background where Matt was.
Freakazoid’s legs were twisted in a crazy pretzel design, “All I said was that’s not a tow truck, that’s your wife!” He convulsed in agony.
“What did you think was going to happen with the driver being twice your size??” Rahbie irked at him leaving Eragon speechless by what was going on.
Matt made a face palm, “I’m headed over to keep Freakzazoid out of trouble... It’ll take some time to un-pretzel him so do you know if there are any pain killers there?”
“Now hold still!” Rahbie said trying to untwist Freakazoid.
“I did it!! I stole the Pink Panther!! I am Leroy Jenkins!!” Freakazoid screamed in pain.
“Nurse Joy’s rather busy so I can’t ask her right now, sorry.” Eragon informed.
“Alright, I’ll find something once we get there. See you in a few.” Matt sighed ending the call.
“You think I should have told them that the Pokémon Center heals Pokémon?” Eragon said to himself.
At the city, Erica is seen walking down the street. “Man...” She muttered as she put her hands behind her head, “I still can’t write a decent letter to those two. Is writing one really that difficult?”
The Zorua riding on her shoulder just giggled.
“Yeah, sure, make fun of me Loki,” she said to the Dark-type, making a bored look. “Writing a letter is harder than it looks, you know.”
As she was talking, neither of them were aware of a figure standing on top of a building, looking down at them. The figure’s red eyes stared down at the female brunette for a few moments...before the figure raised its arm and a claw made of darkness appeared over the arm.
The brunette walking stopped in her tracks, both her and the Pokémon’s eyes going wide. She stood still for a moment...then, in a flurry of silver feathers, summoned her Combat Cross and turned on her heel-
She gasped as her eyes go wide again.
Meanwhile, on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, Stranger was helping his maids cleaning up the mansion, much to most of their chagrin. “Master!” said one of the senior maids, “It is our duty to maintain this place, please just sit back and relax!”
Stranger merely smirked as he used the vacuum cleaner, “Please, Sheila! This Stranger refuses to be one of those idle rich people! He shall happily assist you; this is your home too!” As Stranger kept the maids from doing their jobs, as some of them put it, most of the younger maids were very grateful for their master’s assistance, especially some of the new ones.
Elsewhere, a few meters underground of Stranger’s Island, Doctor, one of Stranger’s multiple personalities, were checking the communications area in case of any of his brother’s friends calling him for something. He also turned on the multi-screen TV, showing multiple news channels from around the world at the same time. It was his duty to be the responsible one.
“Psycho, where are you going this time?”
Psycho answers from his gauntlet-computer, “Anywhere I want. I’ve done all my things, so since I have free time, why the hell not?”
Doc sighed, “In the meantime, mind getting some things from me from the nearby Pokémon Center?”
“Oh, THAT thing, yeah? Fine, I was running out of ideas to do... Eh?”
Leaping from tree to tree, the same purple and pink ninja apprentice, Shinobu wondered into town using what little ninja skills she had following her instructor’s duties as part of her mission. “Now let’s see?” She pulled out a piece of paper, “What’s the first thing to do on my list?” She remarked enthusiastically.
Not long before drifting her focus onto a familiar duster coat marksmen inadvertently dancing merrily having his headphones plugged in unaware hiding behind the corner of an alleyway, waiting for him was a Ganma elite enforcer by the name of Gionkamen Arashiyama. “Alright, mustn’t screw this up... I’m going to get my pay from bounty-hunting and this is my chance as an assassin of the Ganma Army!”
Leaning on the wall, someone was wearing a trench coat and a spy hat just watching the scene go down as both the Ganma elite or the 60 double dollar man were unaware of her presences.
Vash passes the alleyway pretending not to have noticed he was being targeted as Arashiyama jumps out from behind preparing his pyrokinesis technique, “DANCE OF THE BYODOIN TEMPLE PHOENIX BIRD OF PARADISE!!! ” His whole body becomes shrouded in flames, and then he commences chasing Vash. “BUUUUUUURN!!!”
To Arashiyama’s surprise, Vash stood above him on top of a balcony looking down whipping the sweat off his face, “That was a close call.
The figure in the trench coat and spy hat thought to herself, “Huh... this guy’s on fire... time for some s’mores... IF HE CAN STOP FOR ONE SECOND!!” <>
Arashiyana runs past him, “DAMMIT, Where did that rampaging lunatic go?!!?”
“Dunno, but can you tone the fire down? You’ll scorch my ‘mallow.” The mysterious girl in the trench coat and spy hat remarked roasting a marshmallow beside him.
Arashiyama looks to the figure in the trench coat “....That’s got to be yet another thing people have taken advantage of my power... Wait, who the hell are you?!”
“I cannot say,” Pulling the marshmallow back and placing it on a piece of chocolate and graham cracker, “No one knows who or what I am,” Topping the marshmallow with another graham cracker, “So it’s a mystery. *Nom* Hm... I can use you to make s’mores more often.
“YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE USING ME AS A CAMPFIRE!! ” Arashiyama’s flames die down as he tosses the figure unwarily at Vash spotting him, “</b>HEY!! GET BACK HERE!!</b>” He chases after Vash again, not to lose track.
“For once in my life I wish I could go to a simple town where no one’s out to get me…” Vash pouted in sorrow.
Headed toward the Pokémon center Napalm walked with Felicia and Myffle on his shoulder. “I wanna drop by the Pokémon center and pick up a few things.” He said.
“Oh what are you getting ready for?” Felicia asked him.
“He spotted a shiny Geodude in Mon Bush and it went splody on him before he could put it to sleep.” Myffle remarked.
“It’s still out there and I am going to catch that sucker.” Napalm replied determined.
“Of all the times to not have my sleep inducer in the lead...” Napalm irked walking on toward the Pokécenter.
Felicia snickered, “Heehehehehehee. It went splody on you. I’m sorry, that just sounds funny.”
“Yeah it was seriously WTF Booooooooooooooooooooom!” Myffle added.
“Hur hur hur, okay you two.” Approaches the PokéCenter, “Ah here we are.”
“WHEEEE I’M FLYING!!” The mysterious girl shouted out from above the trio when suddenly the ‘Nyan Cat’ song can be heard in the background. Finally hitting the pavement the music comes to a halt as the girl wasn’t moving at all.
“Okay who’s playing Nyan Cat? It’ll be stuck in my head for a week.” Napalm exclaimed.
Felicia begins singing the nyan cat theme, “Nyanaynaynaynayanyanyanyanyanyan!”
“Oh my god, the fire-pants guy killed him!!” Remarked a girl by the name of Konata Izumi talking to the figure.
Felicia tries to open the door, “Nyan? How come the door won’t open?”
“Huh. I know they’re open. Heck they’re open 24/7.” Myffle stated knocking on the door, “Hello? Avon calling!”
Napalm tries to look through a window then tries opening the door himself, “I see...someone in there.” He knocks on the door very loud, “Hellooooo? Any one home? How come the doors locked?”
Eragon answers from inside, “Someone out there?”
“Yeah paying customers!” Napalm replied, “Is the door acting up?”
Myffle flutters back, grabbing a wooden stick and pokes the door, “Poke poke poke...”
“Myffle....whyyyyyyy...?” Napalm miffed.
“Just to see if it would work.”
“No, trying to get this opened without getting killed.” Eragon gawked.
“Nyaaaaaaah?? Killed?” Felicia went.
Matt shows up toward Napalm along with Rahbie who was levitating Freakazoid, “What’s wrong with the door, Napalm?”
“Eragon says it’s homicidal for some reason.” Napalm replies confused.
“Have you tried poking it with a stick?” Freakazoid asked frantically, his legs still a pretzel.
“Tried, and it wasn’t very effective.” Myffle answers to Freakazoid with a rim shot in the background.
“You know what, forget it. I’ll press whatever and hope this doesn’t kill me.” Eragon emitted pressing a button and the door finally opens.
“Oh the door’s open now.” Rahbie informed warily.
“Good...The “people” hospital was miles away so we kinda had to come for Freakazoid’s leg issue.” Matt stated.
The mysterious girl sits up in an instant, hoping up to her feet with blood visible at the lower half upward cheering with joy. “...I flew... and it was AMAZING~~!!” She notices people are going into the Pokémon Center as she thinks to herself, “...I shall go with them.” following them inside.
“Well, I might as well get going before the Nurse comes back and see this many people at the desk. Run Rin! Run!” Eragon ran out with Rin, the Buneary out of the Center.
Elsewhere on the side of town called Cait Sith Café, Asuna agitatedly sat down with Alanabeth who was disappointed with how things were going at the Chupacabra Research Club.
“I don’t get it Alanabeth, I try and I try and try and try but things never seem to work out for me in the Chupacabra Club as planned. If only the rest of 3-A were convinced about the chupacabra then I wouldn’t have to worry about having them show up to the meets.”
“Why is it that you want everyone to be in this club so badly anyways Asuna?” Alanabeth asked.
“Because, I have too many printed out Chupa-T-shirts and none of them won’t buy a single one, I’ve even had an actually chupacabra sign all of them.”
“You had an actually chupacabra sign your T-shirts?”
“Yeah, after one of Negi’s friends gave me one as a baby but I had to return it to the wild once it was old enough.”
“Don’t worry Asuna; I’m sure you’ll find a way to sell them. They can’t be that bad.”
“Say, would you buy one from me?”
“Uh, no thanks I’m good.” Alanabeth replied with a sweat drop.
“Well so much for that plan.” Asuna muttered.
“I have to ask, how did you get everyone from your class to join your club to begin with?”
“When everyone found of Negi was a wizard they all became his partners thus making them members to the Chupacabra Club.”
“But wouldn’t that make the club into a magic education class instead?” Alanabeth remarked.
“Hey, it was the only way they’d come to the meetings if Negi was the mentor, then we wouldn’t have to worry about dragging them to join.”
Alanabeth sweat dropped sheepishly as the owner of the café, Annette Pierce, gives them the check, “You girls had a decent afternoon?” She asked.
“Yes,” Alanabeth nodded, “Thanks for the meal, Annette.”
“My pleasure, at least some people can actually afford to pay for their meals.” She stated given someone in the café a trampling stare.
“Hey now, give me a break will ya.” Exclaimed a sweeper by the name of Sven Vollfied.
“Say, would you be interested in buying a Chupa-T?” Asuna asked Annette.
“Huh?” Annette went over her question.
“Well just take the cheek and be on our way…” Alanabeth replied.
Vash was still running for his life while Arashiyama had his hand flame up, on Vash’s tail. “YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY!! YOU HAVE A PROFESSIONAL ASSASSIN ABOUT TO TURN YOU IN DEAD OR ALIVE!!”
In a swift motion, Arashiyama halted in his tracks as three ninja stars pounced in his path. “Hold it right there.” The users called out revealing to be Shinobu as she leaped down from above to come in between him and Vash. “My name’s Shinobu, I am a ninja trainee of the Valley of the Ninja and I will not allow you to harm my friend.”
“Can’t we talk things over like simple folk?” Vash asked trembling. “Clearly we could work things out with words than violence.”
Arashiyama responds, “Hm, well there IS something I’d be able to exchange his freedom for; FRIENDSHIP!! ...That is...if you’re willing to become friends?” He walked over to them, a bit nervous.
“Of course we’ll be your friends Mister.” Shinobu replied happily.
“Well if you must know I am a hunter of love a peace, anyone who is willing to fight and protect for the innocence is truly a friend of mine.” Vash gestured handsomely.
“Love and peace... That...sounds nice.” Arashiyama said shyly taking both Shinobu and Vash’s hands.
Leaping sky high, Psycho positioned himself so he would land close to the group of people, “GERONIMOOOOOOOO CRAZZZHH!!” Landed a few meters close to Pokémon center, his impact made a small crater.”
Doc responded to his brother via the gauntlet, “That’s what you get for being an attention whore most of the time, you twit.”
The three, Arashiyama, Vash, and Shinobu notice this as Psycho limped over towards the Pokémon Center.
“Hm? Who might you be?” Arashiyama asked?
Psycho responds in am alleviated manner, “Name’s Psycho. Despite my name, I didn’t choose it. So anyway, if you excuse me I need to get some things to pick up...” Walking in the Pokémon Center with Napalm, Myffle, Matt, Rahbie, and Freakazoid as Arashiyama, walks inside with Vash and Shinobu.
“Oh look at who else is here we know.” Felicia greeted with a warm catty grin.
“... Hey, Cat Girl!” Psycho replied to her still in pain from his wounds, “Ow, dammit!”
“I misjudged you there, Vash the Stampede.” Arashiyama apologized, “But I’m glad the three of us can finally become friends.”
Vash chuckled frantically, “Well I’m just so relieved you insisted on being friends with me since I’m always being chased all over town a lot.”
“Heh, still being chased, are ya, Vash the Stampede…?” Psycho joked.
“Yep, that’s Vash for ya.” Shinobu replied.
“Heh heh, could you not rub it in anymore now?”
“Uuuuhhh... Chased by who?” Felicia asked with her head titled at Psycho’s question.
“Vash being chased by bounty hunters, go ask him for details.”
“Oh, okay I will.” She smiled walking over to Vash, “Hey, what’s this I hear about you being chased by bounty hunters, nya?”
“Heh, that’s actually kind of classified there but if you must know my beautiful cat girl is I am known for many things. I am the hunter who seeks out peace and chases the mayfly known only as love. For as long as it will take me there is no rest for my search continues finding peace.”
“Vash is also known to be called the sixty billion double dollar man.” Shinobu added causing Vash to muffle her from continuing any further.
“Nyahahahaha, interesting.” Felicia snickered.
Napalm walked over to them with Myffle on his shoulder, “So a mysterious guy with that big of a bounty huh? Pretty upbeat about it too.”
“Yeah well, it ain’t easy getting around in life when death and poverty keep on following you around wherever you go.” Vash muttered.
“So just skipping around living in the moment, and looking for romance to hit you? Hehehehehehee.” Myffle joked.
“Now Myffle, Luffy is just as care free, and look how far he’s gotten.” Napalm remarked.
“Yeah keep at it and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” Felicia comforted him.
“Don’t worry you guys, Vash may seem like a big threat but deep down he’s just a very nice man who tries to do good things.” Shinobu slurred in a cheerful way.
Right on the same video phone Eragon was talking to Moe on, Mio had popped up, “Hello, Toriko! Just decided to call you to see how you’ve been doing.” Realizing where she’s talking to turning flustered, “Oops...! Wrong number! Wait, is this a Pokémon Center??”
Italy’s “Veh-ing” can be heard in the background from Mio’s side.
“Hi Mio!” Napalm and Matt greeted her.
Arashiyama notices the video phone with Mio on it as he says her name in surprise, “Mio-chan~!”
“Arashi-kun?” Mio responded.
“... I wonder if there are any napkins around, I can barely see with all this blood on my face...” The mysterious girl asked as she begins to look around until she sees the napkins, “Finally...” Taking her hat off so she could wipe off the blood from face, “That’s better.”
She touches her forehead, only to flinch from the wound, “Ow, boy did I land hard. Hm... I wonder where the bandages are...” She looks around for some.
Rahbie hands her the bandages. “Here you go. I just noticed you were bleeding a bit.”
She sees the bandages Rahbie had for her. “Hm? Thank you.” She said taking them as she starts working on the head-wound.
“I think that was sort of my doing when I overreacted.” Arashiyama mentioned.
“What exactly were you doing?” Rahbie asked him.
“She was taking advantage of my pyrokinesis by roasting marshmallows, so I tossed her up in the air.”
“I’m getting something for my brother now...” Psycho confirmed as his wounds healed, he began to quickly walk towards his destination; the morgue.
At the lodge, Luna’s eyes went wide and she dropped the tool she was using. The same for Rallen, Fred and Shin. Luna charged out of her garage, pulling her bandana off of her head. “Where’s the freaking phone?!” She shouted, “I need to call that girl!”
“Here!” Rallen tosses the phone to the blonde and she quickly dialed it.
In the shop, a lone phone, resembling a Pokégear, sat on the desk, before it started to ring a tune; it’s the Absolute Victory tune from Tales of Vesperia. Over at the lodge, Luna waited as the dial tone rang on the receiver. Then on the other end, it sounded as if someone picked up. “Hey, Eri-”
“Hi, you reached my phone,” Luna cursed under her breath, hearing the answering machine, “So, if it’s important, leave a message to my voicemail, and I’ll try to get back to you. Thank you.”
“Dammit!” Luna smashed the phone before she rushes off. “Get ready! We’re going hunting!”
“I have a bad feeling about this...” Rallen muttered.
Back at the Pokémon Center, Freakazoid was bouncing around since he can’t walk, looking for pain killers, “Antidote, Burn Heal...” Spots a magazine rack seeing a mature looking piece and dead pans, “Japaaaaaaaaaaan....”
On the video phone with Mio, Japan appears as he heard Freakazoid calling out to him, “Yes?”
“What the heck....” Freakazoid went to Japan on the video phone, “Why you sell this weird stuff?” He shows him the 18 plus magazine.
Japan’s eyes widen, “I...didn’t realize Pokémon Centers carried hentai magazines. That’s rather odd.”
“Yeah, why you do this?” Freakazoid sneered with a Y U meme face.
“Oh hush you...” Rahbie pops a pain pill in Freakazoid’s mouth then twirls him around and his legs were back to normal.
“Legs! I has them!” Freakazoid cheered with joy.
“Tentacle porn? Well, it originated from a woodblock art...” Japan stopped seeing what had just happened. “Oh, never mind. I see you’re back to normal.”
“It went right over your head, Japan.” Freakazoid laughed.
Japan sighs, “Go ahead and scan me those pages. I’ll see what I can explain with them.”
“No you still don’t get it. Listen....” He looks at the front page and gets a weird out expression, “Japaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!”
“Ohhhh, right, Chuggaconroy. My bad.”
“Will you guys quite yapping already!” Moe called out still on the other line.
Suddenly there was a loud booming sounded coming from outside almost like something had blown up. Felicia looked back at the door curiously “Hey does anyone hear those explosions?”
Meanwhile Psycho was at the morgue asking the person responsible there what his brother needed some type of samples. After getting what he came for, he put them in storage hearing the exact same explosion Felicia heard. “... If it’s that huge ass pokéball like Pokémon going off, it’s not my responsibility.”
Suddenly, an image of Luna appeared on the video phone. “HEY YOU ALL!”
“Luna?” Said Mio, “Hey, it’s been a while!”
“Hey! Back off blonde, I was here first!” Moe retorted to Luna.
“Never mind that!” The blonde shouted, and it looked as if she was riding on something. “Have you guys seen Erica or heard anything strange?!”
“Well, Felicia DID mention she heard explosions.” Matt informed.
“WHAT?!” Luna shouted, hearing Matt. “Dammit! I KNEW it!”
“Okay who did what and why?” Matt asked to Luna with a blank expression on his face.
“No time! I gotta get over to where she is right now!” Luna explained.
“Luna, what’s going on?” Rallen’s voice was heard.
“...Something that Yuko had told me about back then,” she just said. “We’ll see you!” The video went blank, the blonde ending the call.
“I worry about her and Erica...” Mio stated feeling concerned.
“I’m not sure if I should ask what the heck is going on.” Matt exclaimed to Mio.
“Me neither... All I was trying to do was contact Toriko for something.
“You have someone better in front of you.” Arashiyama comforted her as Mio put on a blush on the screen.
“Uuuuuuuhh...wha...?” Matt went on Arashiyama’s statement.
Arashiyama stammers at Matt, noticing him just now, “Um...! It’s an interesting story how we’ve met, really!”
“Oh, okay.” Matt chuckled still in his mind “Lol what?”
Psycho then sensed something happening. He felt it was somewhere close, outside of the Pokémon Center. “Trenchy, if you excuse me, I think we’re about to have a party going on...” Psycho ran to the exit, passing the others he bumps to a trash can in his haste, “Bah, screw this! Something is happening and I ain’t missing this!”
Felicia’s ears were twitching, “I STILL here loud explosions going off...”
Matt responds to Felicia, “Yeah and I sense people screaming and a panic going on....who let the Fire Cracker AAA loose?”
Myffle was sitting with a TV remote that was just as big as she was, had the TV on the news, “Hey everyone! Look at the TV! Stuff’s going down!”
“What’s going on out there??” Mio asked.
“It appears rike it’s some sort of monster attacking the city or something.” Japan explained.
“Like in your movies?” Italy asked who was heard in the background.
“Maybe something even worse...”
“Yeah like going back to those rubber puppet monsters and cheap effects.” Freakazoid joked to Japan.
“You always do manage to keep a lighthearted spirit with situations rike this.” Japan miffed.
Psycho contacted Doc, “Hey, bro! I think something’s happening, anything on the news?!”
Doc rechecked the multi-screen, and saw someone being chased by a dark figure. “Damn, there’s plenty of explosion coming from the city... and someone’s in trouble; it’s Erica!”
“On it!” Psycho activated his rocket boots, leaping hastily towards the disaster zone.
Doc then contacted Stranger, “Brother, we have an emergency. Someone’s blowing up the city, Psycho’s going after it.”
*Music by Iron Maiden The Thin Line Between Love and Hate*
Erica pants as she runs on the street, people running and screaming to try to get away from the carnage before dark energy blasts hit the ground where the female was. The girl let out yelps and screams as she barely dodged the explosions then putting up a barrier to reflect most of them. ‘What the hell is up with this person?!’ She thought, ‘They just attacked me out of nowhere!!
The brunette then fired multiple Fire balls at the figure, who held out their hands and a black barrier formed to block the fireballs, and launched them back at her. “WHOA!!” Erica screamed out as she quickly dodged out of the way.
The figure recreated the dark claws and lunged at her. “DIE!” The figure, (their voice garbled by a voice filter) and Erica jumped again to dodge, and pieces of debris flew up.
When a person turns to wrong
Is it a want to be, belong?
Part of things at any cost
At what price a life is lost
At what point do we begin
Fighter spirit a will to win
But what makes a man decide
Take the wrong or righteous road
“RIDER KICK!!” Psycho kicked the figure with the claws, and saved Erica being targeted. “WHOO! In your face, baby!”
The figure looked up at Psycho and launched a dark spider web energy at him and wrapped his arms and legs in place making him stick to the wall. “Stay out of this you interfering Immortal!” The figure said before going into battle with Erica again.
“Bitch! Me and my bros have been meddling for eons! You can’t tell me what to do!” Psycho quarreled.
“What the hell?!” The female exclaimed, using the energy saber of her Combat Cross to dual with the figure’s shadow claws. “You can’t do that to my friends!”
“Silence dreck!” The last word the figure spat out was laced with venom.
“What...?” Erica let out.
Psycho turned on his gauntlets thermal palms and burns the webbings using this chance to materialize the Super Shotgun and sprint towards the clawed being. “Kiss my boomstick!” He fires both rounds, staggering the figure a few meters away.
“Hey, Erica! You alright, girl? Mind telling me what did you do to piss that guy off?”
“How should I know?!” The brunette shouted. “The person just attacked me out of nowhere!!”
There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to
Choose the path that he takes
“HEY!” Luna drove up to the fighters on her motorcycle with Rallen and Fred in the side car and jumped out of the bike, pulling out pistols to shot at the masked figure.
“H-Hey!” Rallen let out before he jumped out of the bike as well, the said vehicle crashing into a street light pole.
The figure blocks Luna’s rounds but was pushed back by Psycho’s rounds. Then the figure straightens a little. “Tch! A good thing I prepared...”
“Lol what is going on over there?” Myffle asked watching the live news coverage with the dark monster.
Psycho fires round after round from the Super Shotgun, the figure kept dodging, but alas, he has infinite ammo. “As much as I don’t care, I gotta ask; who the hell are ya?”
We all like to put the blame
On society these things
But what kind of good or bad
A new generation brings
Sometimes takes just more than that
To survive be good at heart
There is evil in some of us
No matter what will never change
“Tch!” The figure swung their arm in an arc and multiple dark spheres where fired at the bullets and hits the Super Shotgun. The black within the sphere turned the Shotgun to a gooey mess. “My name is of no importance Immortal.”
“YOU ASS! That’s one of my favorite guns!” Psycho retorted but not long putting on a smirk, “...Good thing I have more!”
“Don’t forget me!” Erica called out; firing bolts of spirit energy at the figure.
The figure saw that and teleported away...and the bolts nearly hit a random Rabbid, which comically dodged them, and impacted a car, which then explodes. “MY CAR!!” A random guy cried out in horror.
Concrete rubble went everywhere, including a big enough piece that lodged itself into Monkey D. Luffy’s mouth, surprising him for a bit. He mumbled a little before the rubble went down his mouth in one big gulp.
Ussop looked at his captain in amazement and a certain level of “what the heck” in his voice. “Geeze...Luffy, you eat everything...”
“Including concrete...” Also sweat dropping and equally as shocked. The Straw Hats had come to investigate the loud explosions due to their captain’s curiosity. Troy and Brutus had also tagged along. Nami noticed the figure the others were fighting.
“What is that?? Luffy, why can’t you just mind your own business and not get us into things like this...?” Groaning, rubbing her forehead. “I don’t like being dragged into senseless....Luffy?” The crew had lost track of their captain.
I will hope
My soul will fly
So I will live forever
Heart will die
My soul will fly
And I will live forever
Psycho materializes a Tommy Gun this time, and once again, it has infinite ammo. “Never enough.” he attempted to shoot the clawed person, but it kept teleporting, “Stand still!”
Luna kept firing rounds at the figure, having the same problem as Psycho. “This is why I hate magic users!” The blonde shouted, tossing her guns away, since she ran out of ammo, and pulled out a Plasma Cutter, aiming at the figure.
“Ooh! A plasma cutter, huh? I KNEW that thing could make an effective gun!”
“There are a lot of worlds out there,” Luna told him, “I...kinda obtained this when I met an Engineer by the name of Issac Clarke.”
“Yeah, my bro did some trading with him a few years ago. Clarke’s a genius, I tell ya!”
“Indeed he is,” Luna nodded.
Just a few small tears between
Someone happy and one sad
Just a thin line drawn between
Being a genius or insane
At what age begin to learn
Of which way out we will turn
There's a long and winding road
And the trail is there to burn
Without further awareness, the clawed being pounces forward its attack on the two readying to use its dark energy blasts till suddenly off guard a bullet shot threw it off track and was then shot by an arrow scrapping a bit of its armor. “What the-?!” The figure let out.
“I may not be an expert on magic, but I sure as hell have one good prepare shot when I miss.”
From out of the blue wondering on the streets a man appearing to be in his late 20’s approached on scene carrying with him what looked like a Civil War rifle with a bayonet attached combined with a crossbow of some kind. He had long brown hair reaching down to his neck, dark eyes that were black or brown, an after shave beard, sporting a bronze trench coat, light brown shirt, dark brown pants with a brown belt, brown boots, and a brown cowboy hat. In a way he resembled a type of westerner.
“Forgive me if I smell like I just came out of the bar from a rough day of work, but you interrupted my relaxation of rum when causing so much explosions all over town.” He remarked lifting his hat up from the tip of his finger.
“Huh, who’s the Lone Ranger dude?” Psycho asked.
“Guess you must be that guys’ double...” The man remarked referring to Stranger, “Names Tyrone Leroy.”
The figure gave an indifferent grunt. “I do not care about your past time,” they said, “And all of you are in the WAY!” The figure shouted the last part when a large wave came from under the figure’s feet and swept everyone around them away.
There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to
Choose the path that he takes
The Straw Hats, Troy, and Brutus had all dodged the wave, jumping out of the way. Brutus’s single eye turning yellow and he began to grow in a very aggravated tone.
“Wait for a moment, Brutus!” Holding up his hand to stop his body guard. “Wait for a moment...”
“Aaaaahh! Okay why are we still here and not running away??” Ussop was hiding behind a turned over car with Nami.
The cat burglar pinched Ussop’s nose and dragged him back out. “We might as well fight, right? We didn’t have two year’s worth of training for nothing.” Brandishing her weather baton the others getting ready to jump in.
“Shit, the hell’s your problem, ya crow faced freak?!” Psycho shrilled.
I will hope
My soul will fly
So I will live forever
Heart will die
My soul will fly
And I will live forever
“WATER!” Rallen screamed and climbed up a lamp post to dodge the large wave of water.
“DAMN CAT INSTINCTS!!!” Fred screamed - well, as much as he could - from his position...Rallen’s arm wrapped around his body tightly.
Psycho grabbed Erica’s hands and, using his rocket boots, leaped towards the buildings. “Hang on, girl!”
“No you don’t!” The figure launched a shadow claw and gripped onto Erica’s calf-
“PISS OFF, FREAK!” Psycho shoots a Tommy Gun at the figure.
The mage let out a pained grunt when the claws pierced her skin and pulled her out of Psycho’s grip.
I will hope
My soul will fly
So I will live forever
Heart will die
My soul will fly
And I will live forever
Psycho used his rocket boots to do an air jump, and dived towards the figure. The figure pulled up a barrier to deflect the bullets fired at them. “Do you want to hurt this dreck?” The figure asked, holding the female by the leg, for Psycho to see.
“Hah, the old hostage trick... Shit.” Psycho backed off, but still held his ground.
“Coward...” Luna spat out; literally, she was washed away - somewhat - by the wave, “Using her as a shield...”
“I was feeling I needed a wash sooner today”, Tyrone remarked drenched in his clothes spitting out water from his mouth. His hat had fallen off from on top his head from the wave.
With the wave hurling rapidly into town many civilians were in the crossfire of impact with no way to avoid its collision. Heading straight through it smashes into a wall made up of black and violet magic, shielding the citizens from complete whip out on the streets. The source came from Alanbeth, who held out her arms in front with the palm of both hands glowed a black and violet aura around them, concentrating on focusing her magic to hold the water back.
“Asuna,” She called out to the trademark bell ponytail girl, “Try to get everyone out of here as best you can. I’ll hold this off till it dries down.”
Asuna was somehow wearing a cross guard vest patrolling the streets following Alanabeth’s command. “That’s right people, move on ahead if you value your lives, and don’t forget to buy a Chupa-T on your way out.”
“Asuna…” Alanabeth sighed unaware the wave lifted up a stowaway car from its surface flailing it over her protection spell the vehicle’s directions was heading towards Asuna, who was carelessly not paying any attention. Alanabeth gasped in horror calling out to her before it was too late, “Asuna! Run!”
Asuna turned around drawn by Alanabeth’s desperate call as she was given a sudden glimpse of the vehicle in midair hesitating to move from complete shock she was quickly removed from her position as the car plowed down onto the street, resting assured into the hands of another, none other than David himself, showing up at the right time.
“Looks like I came at the right moment.” David chuckled holding Asuna in his arms, “Are you alright, Asuna?”
Asuna gazed upon him with her blue eyes opened wide with not a single word said back. After a brief moment of silence, she replied to him with a simple question, “Would you like to by a Chupa-T-Shirt?”
David’s expression turned blank from Asuna’s response not having the slightest idea what she meant as Alanabeth irked by her performance.
“Luna...” Shin spoke up from Luna’s back, “I don’t get it, why is that person calling her a dreck?”
“What the hell’s a dreck, anyway?” Psycho gawked.
The blonde didn’t answer...but looked over at the figure, making a dark ball in the other hand. ‘Alright...off guard, completely focused on Psycho... I got one shot at this...’ She thought, reaching behind her to get Shin. “Change to sniper rifle,” she ordered.
“Uh...okay then...” The katana on her back shifted into a sniper rifle and Luna aimed at the figure.
“... I have an idea.” Psycho hatched one, “Hey, Crow face! Yo mama so stupid she needed a dictionary to find the meaning of babysitting!”
“What are they doing...?” Chopper tilted his head in confusion. “Oh they’re trying to distract it!”
“Alright, here goes!” Ussop suddenly had a burst of courage and joined Psycho in the humorous distraction. “Ussooooooop....spell. Sweet butter on a third degree burn.”
“Yeeeeeeowch that hurts just thinking about it!” Both Chopper and Nami cried out.
“It’s not supposed to affect you! “ Teeth getting sharp and yelling, keeps at it. “Slapping your back after getting a horrible sun burn!”
Psycho antagonized the figure once more, “She so fat she cast shadows over the Central Park at New York! And that claw of yours! Really, I’ve see guys with better looking gloves than that kiddy gloves of yours!”
The figure merely stared at him. “...Do you even HAVE a mother?”
“I don’t remember, but I know she ain’t as stupid as yours!”
Unbeknownst to any of them, a figure stealthily walked behind the clawed figure.
“And, really, why are you so damn determined to get Erica here? Did she dumped you before and made you stalk her or some shit?” Psycho propagandized, “Huh, maybe I should have called you a vulture then!”
The figure was getting angry. “...No.” The figure spat out.
“Then what? Did she “accidentally” punched you in the face and that’s the reason you’re hiding your face? NARCISIST! You’re all the same! One scratch and you go ballistics like most women on their period!”
“...Fine.” The figure said, “Why I want her dead is-”
“...Wait, are you a man or a woman? Whichever you are, you’re screwed!” Psycho stated.
“That’s enough, brother. Stranger then tazed the clawed figure from behind, releasing Erica from its grip then, he carried her away to the others’.
“Ha! Nice save, bro!” Psycho complemented.
“Your trolling methods save the day; you’re the one I should be thanking.” Stranger replied.
“...Th-Thank you,” Erica said to Stranger as he puts her down-
The thin line between love and hate
The thin line between love and hate
The mysterious girl in the spy hat, who eventually was revealed as Pyra, reappears with the others from the Pokémon Center, ‘Just... what is going on here?’ she thought to herself, trying to puzzle in the strange phenomenon happening all at once.
The figure barely recovered, and that’s when Luna fired. The figure let out a gasp and pulled back, and the bullet hits the part of the mask, breaking a part of it off.
Tyrone acknowledged her, “Nice shot girl, you might be some help for me with some weaponry”
Chopper hopped up and down in excitement. “Yaaaaay they got her free!”
The growl from the figure got their attention and they turned to the figure, who held a hand over the part of the mask that was broken off.
Psycho then immediately stood between his brother, Erica and the figure. “Oh no you don’t!”
“You...insolent fools!” The figure shouted and removed the hand-
“What...?” Erica let out in shock.
The part of the mask removed...was shown a dark brown eye, nearly pitch black, with a bit of brown hair seen under the hood. The person nearly...looked like Erica.
“What the crap...?” Fred let out as he and Rallen looked on in shock.
“Fan-freaking-tastic! It’s the clone saga all over again!” Psycho quarreled.
“Really?” Chibi said to Psycho.
“Hmm... either a clone, or an alternate universe version of you, Erica.” Stranger puzzled.
“No way!” Shin let out. Luna kept silent.
“Yes, really!” Psycho responded to Chibi’s remark.
“What the hell was I drinking again?” Tyrone face palmed himself, “Am I seeing things here.”
“You people...” The Erica look alike growled, “I cannot believe you defend this-this dreck! I will kill you all!” She then held up her hand and a dark energy ball formed above it.
“Brutus get ready!” His body guard’s eye turning orange.
“RrrrrrrrrrRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhnnn!” Brutus got into a fighting stance as the Straw Hat’s got ready for what would happen next.
“Hey, claw girl!” Stranger called out to it, “Mind telling us what the hell’s your problem or do you want these young ones to beat it out of you?”
“That’s it!” Psycho opens fire as the bullets slowed around the Erica look alike and they were absorbed into the energy ball, along with some other things.
“Oh, come on!” He said.
The energy ball became a large size, and she was about to throw it- She jerked. “What?” She let out. After a few moments, she made an angry look. “Tch!” The energy she gathered disappeared, and she lowered her arm. “You have gotten lucky; my master wants me to return to him.” A dark corridor appeared beside her and she turned to enter it-
Luffy randomly threw his fists in their in exclamation. “I ate concrete!” Thinks for a moment. “Kinda bland though...”
She paused and looked over her shoulder to look at Erica. “Remember this dreck: No matter where you go, no matter where you hide or hide among your ‘friends’...I will destroy EVERYTHING that is ‘you’. I will destroy your happiness...and then I will kill you. And I will count the days until that day happens.” Enters the corridor and the portal shuts.
“Well at least this wasn’t a total waste.” Tyrone remarked. “I just don’t know what I’m gonna tell Nikolai when I mention the bar with all his favorite Vodka has been destroyed.”
Pyra looks over to all the destruction and shrugs, “...eh, nothing out of the ordinary...”
Stranger used his duplication powers to create five more of himself, “You lot spread out, this battle may have casualties; find the injured and take care of them.” The duplicates nodded and leapt away.
“Ussop!” Chopper called out to his crew mate. “Help me look for injured!” Having his medical bag as the sniper ran after him.
“Great, could this get any more worse?!” Chibi remarked.
“Don’t jynx it, girl.” Psycho replied.
Pyra heard the word ‘Jynx’ “A Jynx?!” She hops forward and looks around, “WHERE??!!”
“Not the Pokémon, ya silly girl!” Psycho stated as Pyra pouted.
Erica just...stood there, in shock. “What...I...” Her eyes lowered and she fell back.
Stranger grabs Erica before she fell down, “Erica, what’s wrong?!”
“You think she’ll be alright?” Chibi asked in concern.
“I see no external injuries... Hopefully she’s just exhausted.”
“OR seeing your own clone may made her lose consciousness. Remember that part in Back to the Future part 2?” Psycho remarked.
Luna walked over to them and looked over her...and narrowed her eyes at the marks left on the female’s calf, making dark markings on her leg. “...She placed a tracking mark on her...”
Stranger checked said calf, and felt an intense magical aura emitting from it. “Tsk, great. Any ideas how to get this off her?”
Franky noticed the tracing mark and noted. “Maybe Chopper could take her leg off...?”
“You don’t lop off people’s limbs just for that reason!!” Nami flipped out at Franky from across the way.
“Well, the only person who can is the one who casted it on her,” Luna told him, “Trying to take it off ourselves will probably kill her.”
“And this is why I don’t do magic at all...” Stranger stated. “Any of you have phone numbers for magic users?”
“But...why would that person want her dead...?” Rallen asked, looking back at where the Erica look-alike went.
“Possibly jealousy, look-alikes tend to do that.” Stranger then pulled out an earphone, and contacted Doc, “As I said, possibly... Doc, you there?” Stranger told his other brother of the situation.
“Hmm... Sounds bad. And I don’t have anything when it comes to curses.”
Luna felt something glare at the back of her head...and sighed. “Now isn’t the time, Fred,” she said to the shiny Pachirisu staring at her.
“Yeah, too bad... I’m not sure if those alchemy books we have could help.” Stranger puzzled.
Chopper took a closer look at the marking. “Yeah I can’t get this off.”
“Young Ones! I suggest bringing her to my island for treatment and protection. What say you?”
“Sure...but I gotta ask,” Luna spoke up, holding her finger up. “...Aren’t there supposed to be others?” She asked, referring to the people in the Pokémon Center of Doom.
“... Oh, the guys in the Pokémon Center! Shit, we could’ve used Vash’s aiming skills today!” Psycho stated.
“If you’re talking about us, you could thank Alanabeth here for trying to keep the wave of water from washing everyone up into town.” David remarks, arriving on scene with both Alanabeth and Asuna and the others from the Pokémon Center, Vash, Shinobi, Eragon, Napalm, Felicia, Myffle, Matt, Rahbie, Freakazoid, Arashiyama and Moe.
“Oh, and by the way Tyrone, I think this is yours.” Alanabeth said handing him his hat.
“Thanks, I was wondering where that thing went.” Tyrone replied placing it on top of his head with what little water was in it spilling out.
“I should have mentioned there was still some water left over in it.” Alanabeth snickered sheepishly.
“Alright then... If there’s no more problems, I say we go to my home.” Stranger said.
“Yo ho ho ho! Splendid idea. Let’s head there.” Brook laughed.
As if on cue, Stranger’s duplicates returned and phased back into him. “I see. That’s good. Right then.” Stranger then contacted the pilot of his airship, “Johnny, we’re done here. Fly over to my location.”
A few minutes later, a black V-22 Osprey flew above the group. It landed behind them, since it has no obstructions. “Right, off we go.” Stranger carried Erica bridal style, and slowly walked towards the tilt rotor.
Psycho hums the wedding tune when Luna kicks him in the face, sending him flying to a building, “WOO-HOO!”
“Be glad I didn’t kick you on your crotch,” she said, “Otherwise, you won’t be able to make children for a LONG while.”
Coincidentally, he crashed into a hotel’s swimming pool, filled with supermodels. “Hello ladies--- GAH!” Sadly, they were models for a wrestling magazine.
Luffy listened to the commotion from Psycho’s landing spot. “Hahahahaha! He sure gets knocked around a lot!” Cracking up as he was comically attacked by the wrestlers.
“Luna, remember that his body is also mine... I’m not quite sure I CAN have children... Not after all this centuries...” Stranger stated.
“Tell that to Kratos,” she said.
Stranger sighed sadly, but after seeing Erica’s face, he refocused himself on treating her instead of moping about his... problem, “Even if I can, will I outlive them as well? Maybe I have sired children before my memories were wiped.”
“Uh, boss? Are we ready to go yet? The fuel is half empty.” The Pilot asked him.
“Right, sorry Johnny. Let’s go.”
Troy, Brutus and the Straw Hats got on board with the others. He looked at the mess the enemy had made over her target. Wondering what else could happen. Luffy just poked his head out the window like a goofy dog as they flew toward their destination.