A/N: This will be my gift as a Scott Pilgrim fan to those of you that read my reviews and those of you that are fellow Scott Pilgrim fans. (Which is, if you're reading this, most likely most of you.) The reason I decided to write an epic story about the badass Canadian was because I'm trying to celebrate Scott Pilgrim finally passing up "Kick-Ass" in terms of the amount of Fanfictions that have been released. My main goal was to write and post the 100th Scott Pilgrim Fanfiction, and complete that goal I shall! My third reason for writing this was to think up a story that could be up to par with Voice4TheMute (but unfortunately, it won't, because it simply cannot be done.) By the way, please read Voice4TheMute's stories. They are amazing. ^_^ This story's canon follows the graphic novels, and takes place directly after volume six. This was inspire by many Scott Pilgrim Fanfiction authors. Most Notably, Voice4TheMute, Trixiestix, The Confusion, and Warden Freeman.
Oh, and by the way, I only own the Fanfiction. Everything else (Certain elements, settings, events, and characters) are owned by Bryan Lee O'Malley, ONI press, and Universal Pictures.
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Hi, I'm Scott Pilgrim. Ordinarily, I would tell you about myself and give you a big long account of the events leading up to what is happening now. 'Cept, long introductions are boring, and on the other hand, I'm also hurdling through subspace with Ramona, so I'm kinda panicking. Here's a brief summary of what happened thus far: Kim and I formed a band labeled, "Shatterband," Knives went off to college, Julie Powers used her bitchy magyk to turn Stephen Stills gay, and Ramona and I are going who-knows-where after going through a door in subspace. Want to know what happened prior to all that? As I usually say when I'm too lazy to explain a back-story, (Which is, admittedly, all the time,) read the book sometime.
Ramona woke me up one morning after quite a nice night, seeing as it was the first peaceful one we have had in a while, due to all the drama and craziness going on in the world around us. She told me that we were heading out somewhere in subspace. When I asked her when and where we were going, she replied with a, "In that order, five minutes. It's a surprise." I really hope we're going to get a puppy. I've always wanted to get a puppy. I would've taken the one I had as a teenager when I moved out, but me and Wallace's landlord, Peter, a really creepy and hateful guy, forbid pets on his land. Bastard.
"Scott." I heard Ramona say. It was the first time in five minutes I realized that I was holding her hand. My palm was really sweaty from the panic of flying through Subspace, and also from my girlfriend, Ramona Flowers, American ninja delivery girl, who was holding it. I looked at the girl I went through Hell for. She hesitated and shook her head before speaking up. "I love you," she said with a smile so cute, that it could make Kim cry. Note that I had said could. Doesn't mean she would. I knew that Ramona was hiding something. I'll just drop it for now… Yeah, right. "What were you going to say, babe?" Ramona looked uneasy, but then her eyes lit up. She pointed towards a door with a star on it—our ticket out of subspace. "We're here." She has said, almost childlike.
We opened up the door and stumbled into a wooded area. It was filled with yew trees and willows. The only thing that stood out was a surprisingly sophisticated house. I stared at the ordinary looking house in the middle of a strange environment. "Where are we, Ramona?" Ramona skipped ahead of me with a big smile on her face. "You'll see."
We walked up to the door and she pressed her finger against the doorbell. I could hear the ring from inside. A few seconds later, a large burly man, who looked extremely threatening and brutish, emerged from the shadows of the dark dwelling. His cold blue eyes relaxed and a smile crept onto his face when he saw Ramona. However when he noticed me, he gave me the evil glare. I looked up at the menacing figure. He was at least eight feet tall with medium-length brown hair, and it looks like he could crush a garbage can against his head. Not wanting to disrespect the man in any way, I leaned over to ask Ramona if this was a bonus boss or another evil ex, but just when I had opened my mouth, she leapt into the man's arms and answered my question for me by yelling, "Hi dad!"
A content smile once again stretched across her dad's face. When the hug ended, he continued to glare at me. Following his glare, Ramona nervously introduced me. "Umm… dad? This is Scott. Scott Pilgrim?" his glare didn't even weaken. "He's the one that destroyed the League." He relaxed a bit. Finally, the man spoke in a deep monotone voice. "Scott, eh? Looks like a slacker and an idiot, honey. You could do better then that." Was this guy judging me? Maybe I should bail with Ramona before he gets the shotgun. He sighed, and then continued. "But I suppose, if he makes you happy, and he defeated the League, then maybe you two are a match made in heaven." He then started to study me with his eyes. Ugh, not again. I'm feeling uncomfortable. He then smiled before saying to me, "So when are you going to pop the question?" My eyes widened and I almost choked on my own saliva. "Wait, what?" I started coughing and hacking on my saliva. Ramona facepalmed. "Oh, God." My girlfriend's dad then pulled us into a manly hug. "Ah, I'm just kidding! Come on inside!" He opened the door for us, laughing while doing so. This was going to be a long weekend.