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(Insert intro here)
OoOoO
Sarah rubbed her pained back as she stood up on the rock she was lying on earlier and looked around the empty desert. Wait, how had she gotten here? All she remembered was looking for John, and then bumping into some guy in a brown costume. Was she... no, the sand in her boots told her that she was not in a play.
"Hello? Anyone there?" she called, taking off her boots and spilling the sand out of them.
She heard teeth chattering from behind her and frantically tossed her boots aside, before turning around. She saw rocks and more rocks.
"Must have just imagined it," she said to herself, as her right boot hopped away from her. "Definitely didn't imagine that... hey, get back here, shoe!"
She inserted her foot into the other boot and hopped on that leg, as the sand was somehow hotter than the rock she was on earlier.
"Phew! This hiding spot is smelly, but it works! If I can get away from that thing, I - WAAAAAH!" Sarah's suddenly talking boot was interrupted as it was jerked upside down again. This time, a weird looking orange alien had come out. It held on to the shoe for dear life, but it's grip was too weak as it feel on the sand, its eyes closed.
"Great... I'm gonna die smelling like feet!"
Sarah ignored it as she put back on the boot that had been stolen and decided to have a little fun with the creature.
It backed away as Sarah walked closer to it, until it was pinned to a rock. She then bent to its eye level.
"Tell me where I am and where the exit is, and you might live to see tomorrow!" she shouted, a little amusement seeping from her voice.
"I-I don't have to tell you anything! I-I'm the G-Great Commenter.... uhh, Commander Plurb! The Great Commander Blurp!" the fearful alien responded. "You can't do this to me!"
"O, 'Great Commander', you don't have to tell me! I'll handle you however you so desire!" Sarah said in mock worship.
"Okay, I'll talk! Just please don't squish me with your smelly feet, or eat me, or do anything else!" Sarah gave Blurp a dirty look. "I mean, you're in a video game created by Da Boom Crew! Nobody knows how to get out, not even them! We found the Boom Cards or whatever and defeated Zorg, but we're still trapped! The only people that have been here since Zorch and his army were defeated are Da Boom Crew, me, and now you!"
Blurp tiptoed around the lady and carefully eyed her. "How did you get here, anyway?"
Again, Sarah thought back to the time she bumped into the costumed guy and seemed to fly into a screen - or maybe she had spun around so much before falling that her surroundings had become blurred. "It's a long story."
"At least I'm not the only one stuck here, without Da Boom Crew to help," Blurp commented. "So, what now, uh..."
"Lady Sarah," she introduced, looking down on him. "We can't give up that easily! There must be a stone that was left unturned!"
"Well, Lady Sarah." Blurp thought he heard a girlish giggle when he said that. "All of the stones here are unturned."
"No, I mean, is there anything you haven't done yet? A quest left unfulfilled?" Sarah asked him encouragingly. She then said more quietly to herself, "Please be safe, John..."
"Not that I remember. I guess we'll just have to keep looking. And, who knows, you might even find John! After all, I didn't know you were here!" Blurp answered her.
Sarah's jaw practically detached from her mouth; had she said his name that loud? She quickly regained her composure, however. "Blurp, I think this might be the beginning of an unexpected, yet beautiful friendship," she said with a wide dimpled smile, as they walked off together... well, Sarah's hand was holding Blurp over the ground, flinging him in the air.
A new party member has joined Sarah!
Sarah: Level 2
Blurp: Level 1.5
Meanwhile, at the arcades!
"Ethan, could you help me move this arcade machine?" a heavyset man pleaded between breaths.
Ethan pretended to fiddle with the wires behind another machine. "Can't, Lucas. Sorry. Now, a little more to the left."
Lucas sighed and simply let go of the machine. "Why do I even bother?!"
Ethan put an arm around him. "It's gonna be worth it when we win that prize money."
"Again, how do we know this isn't a trick? This tournament isn't sponsored by anyone, no one else seems to know about it but us, and they're still using arcade machines!" Despite Lucas's annoyance, his facial expression barely changed. In fact, many people told him and Ethan that their faces looked like letters and a symbol from the side.*
"That just means the competition this year will be a piece of cake," Ethan assured his friend, who simply shrugged and walked off.
The Breadwinners, meanwhile, were drooling over their shared arcade machine. Johnny pushed them out of the way to see Sarah and Blurp talking to each other.
"How long has she been here?!" Johnny interrogated, but they were still too love sick. He groaned loudly as a woman with the same facial expression as Ethan and Lucas arrived with black loaves of bread with broken hearts in the middle.
"Lilia, thank goodness you're here!" Johnny praised, taking the two loaves from her and force feeding them to the two horndogs. "My sisters did a lot of experimenting earlier, so this should work!"
Everyone waited with bated breath as the Breadwinners excused themselves to go behind a bush and hurl. After about a minute, they came back and cleaned their machine.
"So, how about Sarah?" Lucas asked slowly.
"What about her?" Swaysway questioned, as if he hadn't just been drooling over her a minute ago.
Johnny withheld his excitement and pointed at the screen. "She doesn't think you two can beat her!"
"Yeah! She said you're so bad at games, you wouldn't land a single hit!" Ethan joined in the fun.
"Oh, no, she didn't!" Buhdeuce exclaimed in shock. "She's going down!"
"Now that's what I like to hear!" Lilia cheered in a monotone voice, as the Breadwinners tested all of the machines and made sure they were all connected online. She then said to herself, "The more technology evolves, the more it stays the same."
The two then punched some buttons into the machines and moved the joysticks around. "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A!" they chorused, as everyone got into game playing positions.
"I still don't get it," Johnny said to no one in particular.
"Player 1, ready?" Swaysway announced. "Ready!" he responded to himself.
Buhdeuce did the same. "Player 2, ready? Ready!"
The two then did roll call for the next three players (Lilia, Ethan, and Lucas), and were now on the sixth and last player.
"Player 6, ready?"
"Of course!" Johnny's hands were tingling in anticipation. "Wait, how come I have to be Player 6? It's my turn to be Player 1!"
"That was yesterday's secret password," Swaysway teased, wagging a finger at him.
"Oh for the love of... READY!"
On each screen said, "Player 1&2, 3&4, 5&6 Begin!"
The six of them wore their helmets as pixels appeared around the outlines of their bodies and then dissipated. They then appeared on the screens and took the form of the players, but with weapons, special abilities, and much more.
"I never thought I'd live to see virtual reality in arcades. I have to admit, this is pretty cool!" Lucas confessed.
I agree, now let's go get 'em! First kill wins it!" Ethan smirked as much as his face would allow, before they ran off in different directions.
oOoOo
John held his breath for as long as he could, turning blue in the face.
He tried in vain to rip apart the metal that was locking him in the seat, but to no avail. He was going to die here. He would never see his family or friends again, or anything. This would be his final memory, breathing underwater, and.... wait, what?
John slowly inhaled through his nose; though the water was smelly, it wasn't much different than a stink in the air. He then put his (somehow still dry) shirt over his nose to see what would happen. While his shirt blocked some of the smell, faint traces of the scent still got through, so it was still somewhat hard to breathe.
Just like above the water! he thought. Huh, that's weird.
He decided to put his questions aside for the moment and focus on getting out of this mess. He hoped Sarah was doing okay. He hoped she hadn't still been waiting for him, or worse yet, decided to go on the same ride he had and gotten herself into trouble too...
Just when he thought his situation couldn't get any worse, his surroundings darkened and he heard teeth clanking -- and they weren't his. He dared to turn his head, and was met with the sight of a giant shark hungrily preparing to devour him.
John clenched his eyes shut and braced himself for the worst.
OoOoO
"I have imparted upon you, the ability to live among us."
The brown-haired man instantly awoke to an unfamiliar, sort of creepy voice and hopped on his feet.
"What the - who's there?" he asked, on edge after the shark attack he had just been a victim of not too long ago. He wished he could forget about it, but his mind continued to race. One more second and he would have been shark chow...
How did he get here? Wasn't he about to get eaten not too long ago? Who saved him? Was this a dream? Would he wake up in the next few minutes and find out he had fallen asleep on a roller coaster?
His eyes darted everywhere, seeing only sea and small bits of land as far as his eyes could see. He realized he was on an island, but how? He didn't remember seeing any island on his Connectown map.
Oh, right! John thought, inwardly slapping himself as he took it out of his pocket. How did I forget about the map?
He touched the screen of the map a few times as a figure in a green cloak with red outlines inched towards him, with a blank-faced horde of people following closely behind.
It did nothing.
Must be a dream, John contemplated, as he pinched himself. When he didn't wake up, he pocketed his device and looked directly at the cloaked one's face. Nope, just hallucinating.
"Who... Who are you?" John questioned, now a bit afraid of what might happen next.
"You may refer to me, henceforth, as the King of the Court." the man told him, his deep voice exuding an air of authority. "You are one of many people that will live safely on this island."
"That's a nice offer, but I'd really just like to get back to Connectown," John replied, carefully choosing his words.
"Please, take me back there. I have to save her!" pleaded John, unable to look anymore.
"You must leave her. You do not have to put yourself at risk. Just drink this Elixir of Life, and you will be safe forever and ever." The King of the Court whipped out a bottle of bubbling crimson liquid from the inside of his cloak. The three images from before projected from his ring in front of John, over and over again.
A mix of emotions welled up inside John. Fear for what could happen to Sarah if he didn't get to her as soon as possible. Anger at this so-called king for trying to keep him against his will. Determination to go back and save Sarah at any cost. Desire to be reunited with her once more.
"You will not go back... you will not go back... you will not go back..." The zombie-like mob stepped closer to John, who had already made a run for it. "Stay... forever." One of the red outlines on the green hood tore away from it and lashed out at John like a whip. He dived to the right, but the makeshift whip redirected towards him, spiraling around him...
...before being cut to ribbons.
Two rodents then scampered towards the figure. The strangest thing about them was that they wore clothes.
The one on the right had an eyepatch around its left eye and wore a purple and white striped shirt. On its head was a purple hat with a large white feather on the top. The other one with the black hat adorned a green tuxedo with an orange vest over a white dress shirt. A red bowtie was fixed to its shirt.
"N-N-No... it can't be! I thought I banished you two from my dominion!" the King stuttered, converting every red outline on his cloak into flaming whips. "Y-You're supposed to be in the asylum!"
The pirate rat unsheathed a glass sword and chopped down as many of the extensions as it could, preventing John from getting hurt. During the distraction, the other one ran past all of the people and crawled into King of the Court's cloak.
The hooded one squirmed as the rodent scampered into the sleeve. Just as quickly, it hopped out and jumped on the head of a mindless zombie.-like slave of the King.
The pest hopped from hypnotized person to hypnotized person, just barely managing to avoid a whip each time. Meanwhile, the pirate,costumed rat dramatically stepped up to the King and puffed its chest out.
King of the Court momentarily ignored the hat-wearing animal and pointed his ring to the pirate, green rays of light emitting from it.
"You will pay for the invasion of my perfect world!" he bellowed. "The fine... your life!"
His opponent squinted its eyes and held up the glass sword in front of it.
"No.... no... NO!" the hooded figure shouted in agony, the mirror properties of the sword having ensured that he trapped himself into a loop. All of the people that were on his side toppled over immediately, and the weaponless rat then swiped the ring from his grasp.
John gasped. "T-The island!"
Indeed, the entire area was quickly disintegrating, square inch by square inch. Everyone urgently huddled to the middle.
"Thief, do something with that ring before we all drown!" the pirate shrieked hysterically to his companion, who was reaching for a bottle of red liquid rolling off the disappearing island. "Forget the Elixir of Life!"
The aptly named Thief pointed the stolen ring at all of the people who were hypnotized. "Umm... each and every average Joe, back to Connectown you go!" John and the currently unnamed rat gave him an odd look as the others disappeared in a flash of light.
"Since this island was an illusion, maybe we can stop it from disappearing, and - "
It was too late as they were dropped into sea. Invisible cold needles stabbed through their skin as the three of them held themselves in a feeble attempt to minimize the pain.
Unfortunately, freezing cold water would be the least of their worries as the shark that John previously encountered circled around them, looking meaner and hungrier than ever before.
Thief grabbed onto John's jacket and shakily aimed the gem adorned on his paw at the sea creature. "Ice Teeth, under my control, take us back and keep us whole!"
The shark blinked as a lime-colored light that John was tired of seeing sent it into a trance. Thief then hopped onto it.
"I'm now convinced that everything leading up to this point is just one giant acid trip. Otherwise - "
"You two coming?" Thief cut off John's ramblings. "We don't have all day!"
Without another word, the three held on to Ice Teeth, and were then ridden back to land within seconds. John then hurriedly rushed to the arcade. "Don't worry, Sarah, I'm coming!"
The two mice were forced to hold on to his hood just to be able to keep up.
"Psst... Chief," whispered Thief. "Think he could help us take over the world?"
"How are we going to do that?" Thief whispered back. "We lost the Elixir of Life, and there are too many atrocities running around! We can't take them on in our current state!"
"Maybe we don't need the Elixir of Life." Chief cleaned his sword with the inside of his suit. "What they have in numbers, we have in surprise. Plus, we just knocked that so-called king off his throne! How much of a challenge can a few more atrocities be after that?"
Thief was floored by the speech, and Chief continued, "Plus, Susan and Mary can make a new Elixir of Life for us." The speaker stared at his reflection in the ring, admiring his buck-toothed smile. "The odds are in our favor, Thief. We'll help him save Sarah, and then be one step closer to taking over the world."
"Yessir!" Thief responded, getting it out in one breath.
"Our path to getting rid of the competition begins now. Today, Connectown. Tomorrow, the world. The day after that, the universe," Chief said to himself as they arrived near the arcade machines.
John quickly grabbed a joystick attacked to a nearby arcade machine and rapidly pressed a big red button.
"Come on, game, start already!"
"Shh!" Thief reminded him. "They'll hear you!"
"Da-Da-Da-Da Boom Crew!" the title screen on the machine rapped, before the sound transitioned into an 8-bit instrumental song that sounded almost plagiarized. John pushed the start button once more.
"Enter your name," read the screen. John input his name, and was then digitized along with the two rodents.
CHAPTER END
If he triggers you, turn back or press the X button
Last warning for this story, any other trigger/content warnings in future chapters will be for themes covered specifically in that particular chapter.
(Insert intro here)
OoOoO
Sarah rubbed her pained back as she stood up on the rock she was lying on earlier and looked around the empty desert. Wait, how had she gotten here? All she remembered was looking for John, and then bumping into some guy in a brown costume. Was she... no, the sand in her boots told her that she was not in a play.
"Hello? Anyone there?" she called, taking off her boots and spilling the sand out of them.
She heard teeth chattering from behind her and frantically tossed her boots aside, before turning around. She saw rocks and more rocks.
"Must have just imagined it," she said to herself, as her right boot hopped away from her. "Definitely didn't imagine that... hey, get back here, shoe!"
She inserted her foot into the other boot and hopped on that leg, as the sand was somehow hotter than the rock she was on earlier.
"Phew! This hiding spot is smelly, but it works! If I can get away from that thing, I - WAAAAAH!" Sarah's suddenly talking boot was interrupted as it was jerked upside down again. This time, a weird looking orange alien had come out. It held on to the shoe for dear life, but it's grip was too weak as it feel on the sand, its eyes closed.
"Great... I'm gonna die smelling like feet!"
Sarah ignored it as she put back on the boot that had been stolen and decided to have a little fun with the creature.
It backed away as Sarah walked closer to it, until it was pinned to a rock. She then bent to its eye level.
"Tell me where I am and where the exit is, and you might live to see tomorrow!" she shouted, a little amusement seeping from her voice.
"I-I don't have to tell you anything! I-I'm the G-Great Commenter.... uhh, Commander Plurb! The Great Commander Blurp!" the fearful alien responded. "You can't do this to me!"
"O, 'Great Commander', you don't have to tell me! I'll handle you however you so desire!" Sarah said in mock worship.
"Okay, I'll talk! Just please don't squish me with your smelly feet, or eat me, or do anything else!" Sarah gave Blurp a dirty look. "I mean, you're in a video game created by Da Boom Crew! Nobody knows how to get out, not even them! We found the Boom Cards or whatever and defeated Zorg, but we're still trapped! The only people that have been here since Zorch and his army were defeated are Da Boom Crew, me, and now you!"
Blurp tiptoed around the lady and carefully eyed her. "How did you get here, anyway?"
Again, Sarah thought back to the time she bumped into the costumed guy and seemed to fly into a screen - or maybe she had spun around so much before falling that her surroundings had become blurred. "It's a long story."
"At least I'm not the only one stuck here, without Da Boom Crew to help," Blurp commented. "So, what now, uh..."
"Lady Sarah," she introduced, looking down on him. "We can't give up that easily! There must be a stone that was left unturned!"
"Well, Lady Sarah." Blurp thought he heard a girlish giggle when he said that. "All of the stones here are unturned."
"No, I mean, is there anything you haven't done yet? A quest left unfulfilled?" Sarah asked him encouragingly. She then said more quietly to herself, "Please be safe, John..."
"Not that I remember. I guess we'll just have to keep looking. And, who knows, you might even find John! After all, I didn't know you were here!" Blurp answered her.
Sarah's jaw practically detached from her mouth; had she said his name that loud? She quickly regained her composure, however. "Blurp, I think this might be the beginning of an unexpected, yet beautiful friendship," she said with a wide dimpled smile, as they walked off together... well, Sarah's hand was holding Blurp over the ground, flinging him in the air.
A new party member has joined Sarah!
Sarah: Level 2
Blurp: Level 1.5
Meanwhile, at the arcades!
"Ethan, could you help me move this arcade machine?" a heavyset man pleaded between breaths.
Ethan pretended to fiddle with the wires behind another machine. "Can't, Lucas. Sorry. Now, a little more to the left."
Lucas sighed and simply let go of the machine. "Why do I even bother?!"
Ethan put an arm around him. "It's gonna be worth it when we win that prize money."
"Again, how do we know this isn't a trick? This tournament isn't sponsored by anyone, no one else seems to know about it but us, and they're still using arcade machines!" Despite Lucas's annoyance, his facial expression barely changed. In fact, many people told him and Ethan that their faces looked like letters and a symbol from the side.*
"That just means the competition this year will be a piece of cake," Ethan assured his friend, who simply shrugged and walked off.
The Breadwinners, meanwhile, were drooling over their shared arcade machine. Johnny pushed them out of the way to see Sarah and Blurp talking to each other.
"How long has she been here?!" Johnny interrogated, but they were still too love sick. He groaned loudly as a woman with the same facial expression as Ethan and Lucas arrived with black loaves of bread with broken hearts in the middle.
"Lilia, thank goodness you're here!" Johnny praised, taking the two loaves from her and force feeding them to the two horndogs. "My sisters did a lot of experimenting earlier, so this should work!"
Everyone waited with bated breath as the Breadwinners excused themselves to go behind a bush and hurl. After about a minute, they came back and cleaned their machine.
"So, how about Sarah?" Lucas asked slowly.
"What about her?" Swaysway questioned, as if he hadn't just been drooling over her a minute ago.
Johnny withheld his excitement and pointed at the screen. "She doesn't think you two can beat her!"
"Yeah! She said you're so bad at games, you wouldn't land a single hit!" Ethan joined in the fun.
"Oh, no, she didn't!" Buhdeuce exclaimed in shock. "She's going down!"
"Now that's what I like to hear!" Lilia cheered in a monotone voice, as the Breadwinners tested all of the machines and made sure they were all connected online. She then said to herself, "The more technology evolves, the more it stays the same."
The two then punched some buttons into the machines and moved the joysticks around. "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A!" they chorused, as everyone got into game playing positions.
"I still don't get it," Johnny said to no one in particular.
"Player 1, ready?" Swaysway announced. "Ready!" he responded to himself.
Buhdeuce did the same. "Player 2, ready? Ready!"
The two then did roll call for the next three players (Lilia, Ethan, and Lucas), and were now on the sixth and last player.
"Player 6, ready?"
"Of course!" Johnny's hands were tingling in anticipation. "Wait, how come I have to be Player 6? It's my turn to be Player 1!"
"That was yesterday's secret password," Swaysway teased, wagging a finger at him.
"Oh for the love of... READY!"
On each screen said, "Player 1&2, 3&4, 5&6 Begin!"
The six of them wore their helmets as pixels appeared around the outlines of their bodies and then dissipated. They then appeared on the screens and took the form of the players, but with weapons, special abilities, and much more.
"I never thought I'd live to see virtual reality in arcades. I have to admit, this is pretty cool!" Lucas confessed.
I agree, now let's go get 'em! First kill wins it!" Ethan smirked as much as his face would allow, before they ran off in different directions.
oOoOo
John held his breath for as long as he could, turning blue in the face.
He tried in vain to rip apart the metal that was locking him in the seat, but to no avail. He was going to die here. He would never see his family or friends again, or anything. This would be his final memory, breathing underwater, and.... wait, what?
John slowly inhaled through his nose; though the water was smelly, it wasn't much different than a stink in the air. He then put his (somehow still dry) shirt over his nose to see what would happen. While his shirt blocked some of the smell, faint traces of the scent still got through, so it was still somewhat hard to breathe.
Just like above the water! he thought. Huh, that's weird.
He decided to put his questions aside for the moment and focus on getting out of this mess. He hoped Sarah was doing okay. He hoped she hadn't still been waiting for him, or worse yet, decided to go on the same ride he had and gotten herself into trouble too...
Just when he thought his situation couldn't get any worse, his surroundings darkened and he heard teeth clanking -- and they weren't his. He dared to turn his head, and was met with the sight of a giant shark hungrily preparing to devour him.
John clenched his eyes shut and braced himself for the worst.
OoOoO
"I have imparted upon you, the ability to live among us."
The brown-haired man instantly awoke to an unfamiliar, sort of creepy voice and hopped on his feet.
"What the - who's there?" he asked, on edge after the shark attack he had just been a victim of not too long ago. He wished he could forget about it, but his mind continued to race. One more second and he would have been shark chow...
How did he get here? Wasn't he about to get eaten not too long ago? Who saved him? Was this a dream? Would he wake up in the next few minutes and find out he had fallen asleep on a roller coaster?
His eyes darted everywhere, seeing only sea and small bits of land as far as his eyes could see. He realized he was on an island, but how? He didn't remember seeing any island on his Connectown map.
Oh, right! John thought, inwardly slapping himself as he took it out of his pocket. How did I forget about the map?
He touched the screen of the map a few times as a figure in a green cloak with red outlines inched towards him, with a blank-faced horde of people following closely behind.
It did nothing.
Must be a dream, John contemplated, as he pinched himself. When he didn't wake up, he pocketed his device and looked directly at the cloaked one's face. Nope, just hallucinating.
"Who... Who are you?" John questioned, now a bit afraid of what might happen next.
"You may refer to me, henceforth, as the King of the Court." the man told him, his deep voice exuding an air of authority. "You are one of many people that will live safely on this island."
"That's a nice offer, but I'd really just like to get back to Connectown," John replied, carefully choosing his words.
"It is unsafe back there," the cloaked one told him, pointing his ring at John. Images were projected from it. Each one showed Sarah: the first showed her being cornered by green creatures with large heads, the second depicted her being pushed into an arcade machine, and the last one displayed her in a desert with only one shoe.
"Please, take me back there. I have to save her!" pleaded John, unable to look anymore.
"You must leave her. You do not have to put yourself at risk. Just drink this Elixir of Life, and you will be safe forever and ever." The King of the Court whipped out a bottle of bubbling crimson liquid from the inside of his cloak. The three images from before projected from his ring in front of John, over and over again.
A mix of emotions welled up inside John. Fear for what could happen to Sarah if he didn't get to her as soon as possible. Anger at this so-called king for trying to keep him against his will. Determination to go back and save Sarah at any cost. Desire to be reunited with her once more.
"I'm willing to take my chances, because unlike you, I care about others! Maybe if you ventured beyond this little island you call 'home' and actually tried to form genuine bonds with people, they'd be more willing to pretend you're this 'great ruler of all'!" ranted John, his frustration rising with each sentence. "Because the way I see it, being trapped in a deserted island with some inconsiderate asshole with no concept of sacrifice isn't my idea of safety!" he concluded, panting. Even as he chewed out the cloaked figure, his army remained stone faced.
"You will not go back... you will not go back... you will not go back..." The zombie-like mob stepped closer to John, who had already made a run for it. "Stay... forever." One of the red outlines on the green hood tore away from it and lashed out at John like a whip. He dived to the right, but the makeshift whip redirected towards him, spiraling around him...
...before being cut to ribbons.
Two rodents then scampered towards the figure. The strangest thing about them was that they wore clothes.
The one on the right had an eyepatch around its left eye and wore a purple and white striped shirt. On its head was a purple hat with a large white feather on the top. The other one with the black hat adorned a green tuxedo with an orange vest over a white dress shirt. A red bowtie was fixed to its shirt.
"N-N-No... it can't be! I thought I banished you two from my dominion!" the King stuttered, converting every red outline on his cloak into flaming whips. "Y-You're supposed to be in the asylum!"
The pirate rat unsheathed a glass sword and chopped down as many of the extensions as it could, preventing John from getting hurt. During the distraction, the other one ran past all of the people and crawled into King of the Court's cloak.
The hooded one squirmed as the rodent scampered into the sleeve. Just as quickly, it hopped out and jumped on the head of a mindless zombie.-like slave of the King.
The pest hopped from hypnotized person to hypnotized person, just barely managing to avoid a whip each time. Meanwhile, the pirate,costumed rat dramatically stepped up to the King and puffed its chest out.
King of the Court momentarily ignored the hat-wearing animal and pointed his ring to the pirate, green rays of light emitting from it.
"You will pay for the invasion of my perfect world!" he bellowed. "The fine... your life!"
His opponent squinted its eyes and held up the glass sword in front of it.
"No.... no... NO!" the hooded figure shouted in agony, the mirror properties of the sword having ensured that he trapped himself into a loop. All of the people that were on his side toppled over immediately, and the weaponless rat then swiped the ring from his grasp.
John gasped. "T-The island!"
Indeed, the entire area was quickly disintegrating, square inch by square inch. Everyone urgently huddled to the middle.
"Thief, do something with that ring before we all drown!" the pirate shrieked hysterically to his companion, who was reaching for a bottle of red liquid rolling off the disappearing island. "Forget the Elixir of Life!"
The aptly named Thief pointed the stolen ring at all of the people who were hypnotized. "Umm... each and every average Joe, back to Connectown you go!" John and the currently unnamed rat gave him an odd look as the others disappeared in a flash of light.
"Since this island was an illusion, maybe we can stop it from disappearing, and - "
It was too late as they were dropped into sea. Invisible cold needles stabbed through their skin as the three of them held themselves in a feeble attempt to minimize the pain.
Unfortunately, freezing cold water would be the least of their worries as the shark that John previously encountered circled around them, looking meaner and hungrier than ever before.
Thief grabbed onto John's jacket and shakily aimed the gem adorned on his paw at the sea creature. "Ice Teeth, under my control, take us back and keep us whole!"
The shark blinked as a lime-colored light that John was tired of seeing sent it into a trance. Thief then hopped onto it.
"I'm now convinced that everything leading up to this point is just one giant acid trip. Otherwise - "
"You two coming?" Thief cut off John's ramblings. "We don't have all day!"
Without another word, the three held on to Ice Teeth, and were then ridden back to land within seconds. John then hurriedly rushed to the arcade. "Don't worry, Sarah, I'm coming!"
The two mice were forced to hold on to his hood just to be able to keep up.
"Psst... Chief," whispered Thief. "Think he could help us take over the world?"
"How are we going to do that?" Thief whispered back. "We lost the Elixir of Life, and there are too many atrocities running around! We can't take them on in our current state!"
"Maybe we don't need the Elixir of Life." Chief cleaned his sword with the inside of his suit. "What they have in numbers, we have in surprise. Plus, we just knocked that so-called king off his throne! How much of a challenge can a few more atrocities be after that?"
Thief was floored by the speech, and Chief continued, "Plus, Susan and Mary can make a new Elixir of Life for us." The speaker stared at his reflection in the ring, admiring his buck-toothed smile. "The odds are in our favor, Thief. We'll help him save Sarah, and then be one step closer to taking over the world."
"Yessir!" Thief responded, getting it out in one breath.
"Our path to getting rid of the competition begins now. Today, Connectown. Tomorrow, the world. The day after that, the universe," Chief said to himself as they arrived near the arcade machines.
John quickly grabbed a joystick attacked to a nearby arcade machine and rapidly pressed a big red button.
"Come on, game, start already!"
"Shh!" Thief reminded him. "They'll hear you!"
"Da-Da-Da-Da Boom Crew!" the title screen on the machine rapped, before the sound transitioned into an 8-bit instrumental song that sounded almost plagiarized. John pushed the start button once more.
"Enter your name," read the screen. John input his name, and was then digitized along with the two rodents.
CHAPTER END
Another meme
1. Tell you what I learned about you from looking at your profile for 13 seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you (if I remember).
4. Tell you what movie, TV or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a Question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in a journal.
My personal thoughts on the Worst Cartoon Intros
NOTE: this is about the actual intros, not Mr. Enter's great videos addressing the subject.
#20: Mr. Pickles - Bad but too short to make much of an impression on me.
#19: Butt Ugly Martians - The chorus is okay despite the dumb title but everything else sucks.
#18: Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island - Not good but not terrible either.
#17: Braceface - Cliche but not terrible.
#16: Pickle & Peanut - Sucks, others already ripped it apart better than me so let's move on.
#15: Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures - I like this one!
#14: Pac-Man (1982) - The worst of the two Pac-Man intros but not that terrible.
#13: Hammerman - Had pote
Happy Late 4th of July everyone!
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A Mysterious Enter Into Worlds Chapter 1 (REWRITE)
WARNING - POTENTIAL MATURE CONTENT
content warnings: Mr. Enter/TheMysteriousMrEnter, cursing
potential trigger warnings for mature content (simply mentioned)
this is a FANfic, not a bash fic, so if you hate him, it would be in your best interest to back away.
(Insert intro of your choice here)
Chapter 1 - Bonds and Connections
"Come on, John! At least try and catch up!"
A young woman was running across the sidewalk and waving two tickets in the air, laughing all the while. Her long brunette hair was flowing in the gentle wind. A bearded man was right behind her, grabbing at the tickets, but never quite reaching them. The lady suddenly
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