Red's Vengeance

by Kw6sTheater

A one-shot set shortly after the events of Dun's Debacles, Spurdog (a Griefer twice-resigned) rushes to Kw6 for sanctuary from the Griefers. Kw6 uses this time to teach Spurdog a major lesson about the Griefers with the help of former apprentice Firey, and a new friend Jacob the Wizard.

Prologue— At Nova Tower, in Griefertown

It had been a hard day's night for Nova, the leader of the Griefers. He'd faced rejection, defeat, and humiliation at every literal corner— except in Griefertown, his new home. But for the past few months, his intel gathering sessions on his nemesis Kw6 were about to pay off. He'd deducted a wide range of facts about him, and planned to abuse them to Nova's own advantage. And what better people to share them with, than the rulers of where the majority of Kw6's friends lurked? Its name was Planet Creative, and they were about to learn about their mistakes of trusting Kw6 big-time.

The Kw6 Logs: Red's Vengeance

"Congelatio, please come forth," Ryan, a ruler of Planet Creative (where Dogville proper is) proclaimed. I hated being called by my first name. Darren said, "Now, Nova, please co-"

Woah woah woah. First, let me backup. That bit was a bit too sudden. To put it simply, Red was desperate enough to prove that he was 'better than me,' by finding everything in my Griefer file to use against me. He'd shared this with the rulers of Dogville's home planet, Planet Creative, to use as evidence in a courtroom to get me banished. Here is how that courtroom trial went down;

Me: "Hey everyone. I'm glad to see that my friends here have come to support me. I'm not so glad tha-"

Ryan: "That's enough for your introduction, Congelatio. Please let Nova speak."

(Nearly everyone in the audience boos loudly except for the planet owners and "City" Cassidy.)

Nova: "Hello. You may know me as the ruler of Griefertown, but I've tried to redeem myself constantly."

Darren: "And so, with introductions out of the way, the trial shall proceed!"

Ryan: "Nova, please state your reason of sentencing Congelatio to a courtroom trial here on Planet Creative."

Nova: "As you may already know, Kw really doesn't like me. I don't understand why he keeps holding the events of the past against me, when I'm really a great gu-"

(BRECK LAUGHS LOUDLY.)

Ryan: "Be quiet, Breck."

Nova: "I was saying, Kw is very mean to me. He shouldn't be anymore, and I admit that what I was doing was very wrong by going after him and his friends."

Darren: "Now, let Congelatio explain his reasoning."

Me: "I prefer to be called Kw6, not that obnoxious first name. Anyway, Red's been trying to kill me for awhile now. I can't trust him because I know he'll use anything and everything to punish me, just like now. I know most of you folks support me, or at least I hope you do. Give me a che-"

Ryan: "Again, Kw6, that's more than enough. Nova, what do you say about this? Present your evidence."

Nova: "From my extensive research on Kw, I learned that he was a leader of the Griefers at one point. The Griefers aren't all that bad anymore, but when Kw was a leader-"

(EVERYONE GASPS LOUDLY.)

Nova: "-they were absolutely focused on doing evil deeds. Why can't we just be friends, Kw?"

Me: "I was a leader of the Griefers, and I won't deny that, but unlike you I've ACTUALLY LEARNED MY MISTAKES!"

Nova: "Again, Kw, why can't we just be friends?! I loved when we were working together!"

Me: "And you're going to lure me into a death trap while you're at it? I'd appreciate if you just shut up, Griefer."

(Ryan and Darren groan.)

Ryan: "Please stop it with the drama, Kw6."

Nova: "I want the Griefers to not be viewed as super evil nowadays. See, Kw's already spreading lies! This is why he needs to be banished!"

Darren: "Nova, please calm down. Don't act childish."

Nova: "Sorry."

Me: "I just want to be able to be with my friends and not have to deal with Red's constant attacks. Don't you guys, the survivors, agree?"

(The Dogville crowd nods.)

Darren: "You see, Kw6, on Planet Creative, we like to give all of our inhabitants and visitors equal privileges. We discourage mean behavior as well, which you're guilty of right now."

Kw6: "Have you guys ever considered what Red's going to do to Dogville without me to defend it?!"

Ryan: "Yes, Kw6. He will be able to build a city in peace, without your aggression."

Me: "Dude! I'm not the aggressor here, Red has tried to do a million things to me and you blatantly don't give a crap!"

Darren: "I feel like we've made our decision. Kw6, please present your evidence before we give the verdict."

Me: "The Dogvillians should be enough for evidence. Their city has been destroyed by the Griefers, almost destroyed again, and constantly attacked. If you're not willing to listen to me, listen to Dogville."

A Dogvillian: "The Griefers infiltrated my old home!"

Another Dogvillian: "Please, Ryan and Darren, banish Nova instead of Kw6!"

Ryan: "Now, sssshhhh!"

(The crowd goes silent. Darren and Ryan mutter to each other.)

Darren: "We find…"

(Red and I are both on the edges of our seats.)

Ryan: "Kw6 IS guilty!"

Breck and Me: "NOOOOOOOOO!"

Ryan: "Quiet, Breck! You don't want to be banished like your snake friend, do you?"

Breck: "No. This is so stupid!"

Darren: "Oh well… Dogville, say goodbye to your friend here. He'll be banished for ONLY two whole weeks."

(The Dogvillians raise from their seats in the back. Some begin to cry.)

Ryan: "Oh, come on! Don't cry over him!"

Nova: "Hurray! My anger is relieved!"

(This anger has transferred to me; and so I am FUMING MAD at Red.)

Ryan: "Well, say goodbye, Kw6. Enjoy your banishment!"

Nova: "Bye Rat!"

Suddenly I was flung from my seat, into the air, and began flying out of the Planet Creative's atmosphere. I passed the nearby Palace Network, entering Toontown's orbit within a minute. I was tossed down into Toontown City, finally rolling into my backyard with barely a scratch on my scales. I got up, but then my Walkman slammed into my forehead and I was out cold.

Yeah, um… stuff happens.

The next day, I decided on taking a relaxing bath in my house to soothe the sensation that my head was burning. My Walkman had fared much better than I had; there wasn't a single scratch on it at all, compared to the irritated rectangular print on my forehead. I hoped that this banishment meant that it'd be two whole weeks of NO Griefer attacks at all. This thought gave me the brilliant idea to reinforce my house with hidden defenses, which would be a great way to kill time. In the evening, I headed out to the Outlet District of Toontown City to a self-defense shop I'd heard about. I grinned at its name, GRIEFERSOUT; and talked to its clerk. I could've sworn I'd seen him before, but where? Anyway, from the counter he greeted, "Welcome to my shop, Kw6!" If I had not earned a spurt of popularity from last December's events, I would've seriously questioned him. "Thanks. I'm just looking for some home defense options," I responded. The clerk exited the counter area, and pointed me to the corner of the room. "You'll be able to find a lot there— flamethrowers, lasers, trapdoors, and the like," the clerk informed me. I observed the numerous dangerous weapons just sitting casually on a store shelf, and another customer passed me by. Then, the clerk came up to me in a creepy way, and held a up flamethrower box. He pointed to his nametag, which forced me to have a sudden realization; "Vortex? Fire? No way man, it's been too long!"

Just so you know, Vortex and I were buddies back when we both were Griefers. Him and Quarter were the only two fellow Griefers that weren't extremely rude towards me due to my species (snake). Vortex loved flamethrowers, and his name and Fire became synonymous with each other. Now back to the real story.

"I know right!" Vortex nearly yelled. "How's it going?" My old friend asked in a quieter tone. "Just got banished from a planet because Red used my days as a Griefer against them. And I got hit in the head, hard. So um, not so great," I told him. Vortex turned empathetic at this point, saying, "That's horrible, dude. Is there anything you can do about it?" I shook my head. "I'll just hang out here and pray for the best," I suggested with hope. "But man, you have got to do something about that! The planet is so doomed!" Vortex complained. "And risk a permanent banishment? I don't think so," I sadly responded. "I thought it was permanent," admitted Vortex. I returned the favor; "'Only' for two weeks. I got lucky. Anyway, want to see my house? It's only about a mile or two away." Vortex shrugged, following me down the street but first ordering another store worker to take his place.

Along the way we paused to watch the news on a television screen for a few minutes; as with every time I did this, there was some overly dramatic recent event involving the Griefers' evil deeds. This time, it was about Dogville. Daisy Duck informed, "Hello Toontown. On this evening's news clip, the recent events of Kw6's court trial on Planet Creative had some shocking results… I'll relay some footage for you now." And so the footage of my court trial was shown. I frowned at the face of Nova, as he was filmed saying, "...Kw is very mean to me. He shouldn't be anymore, and I admit that what I was doing was very wrong by going after him and his friends." I interjected, "Look, folks… Nova's going to use any and all evidence agains-" I was cut short by the next quote; "...when Kw was a leader… they were absolutely focused on doing bad deeds." Toontown citizens in the audience gasped, and all eyes, including Vortex's, were on me. I turned to face them. "Well-" I was interrupted by myself, oddly enough. "I was a leader of the Griefers, and I won't deny that, but unlike you I've ACTUALLY LEARNED MY MISTAKES!" I followed up with, "Yep." Vortex laughed. Another citizen gave him an odd look. Daisy Duck then continued her news report; "Who do you support in this ongoing issue? Do you advocate for Nova's actions under the Griefers, or perhaps Kw6 is sick of being a victim… please take our poll tonight, and we'll find out YOUR opinion tomorrow morning! See ya real soon!" The news show screen cut to an incredibly annoying Tripledent Gum advertisement, provoking groans out of the nearby citizens and myself. Vortex and I hurried away, and shared a quick discussion. Vortex said, "Dude, I didn't know you were in a COURT TRIAL! I could've phoned a lawyer friend to help you!" I shrugged, nearly colliding with a lamppost. "It's okay," I responded, darting across the road to my neighborhood. "Right across from the wooden red house," I told Vortex. Stitch waved hello from his porch, earning a look of awe from Vortex. "Woah, dude, I didn't know you lived in a neighborhood with celebrities!" He proclaimed gladly. "You get used to it," I murmured. Unlocking my front door and flinging it open, Vortex hustled inside and complimented me. "It looks awesome," he said. I looked around my now-tidy living room; cleaning was a good way to waste time. "Oh… I'm sorry. I've been carrying this around," Vortex told me, putting down the box with the flamethrower, continuing with, "Since you're an old friend, you can have this for free."

Together we set up the flamethrower defense, elaborately disguised as a bird statue. It was perched on the roof to my home's entry, and was toggleable from the front door area via a locked control panel. We set the password, and that was about all it took. Then, Vortex and I decided to chill. "Where have you been for the last three years?" I asked my old friend. "Um… to put it simply, I joined a reserved fighting group that offered me sanctuary and let me use my Griefer skills for good deeds instead of bad ones. Then I got into business starting last winter, and here I am now," he explained. "I started a team, who fought evildoers— the team broke up after we tried our hand at the entertainment business. Then I got back to fighting and became a Griefer target," I huffed.

Later that night, Vortex had to leave to close up shop. I bade him farewell, tucking into bed and listening to my Walkman before sleep washed over me. The next morning I woke up and made some toast. I munched on this then proceeded to search my mailbox, finding some magazines and the newspaper. The latter appealed to me more, out of curiosity.

Sitting in my parlor and reading a newspaper article, I was on my third day of banishment from Planet Creative. Life wasn't so bad after all at this time, even the rectangular bruise didn't hurt much. No Griefers, no drama, no fighting. Just chill time and relaxation. However, something caught the corner of my eye. I could've sworn there was someone walking down the neighborhood's sidewalk. My suspicions were confirmed, albeit the darkest thoughts that drifted to my head. Walking up to my house, was none other than Red himself!

I immediately unlocked the flamethrower control panel, slamming shut all my windows in a mad dash around my house. I made sure my sunroom door was locked. The flamethrower was on a full tank, given it was only installed and never used yesterday. Horrifyingly, I heard a loud knock at my door. Red didn't even bother to ring the freaking doorbell! "Hey Kw, what happened?" Red teased me on the other side of the door. I pulled the curtains on the windows in my front hallway. I accessed an aiming feature through the flamethrower, directing the bird's gaze to Red. He was blissfully unaware of this. Then, I opened the window to say, "You know what happened, but I know what's about to happen." And I smashed that button to ignite the flamethrower with childish glee.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, KW!" Red screeched as his Griefer jacket was on fire. He kept trying to pat it down, but to no avail. I was laughing my head off! I handed the L to Red in style, but now the fire had caught the attention of my neighbors. Stitch crawled out of a window in his house while Lilo (NOT Lilo Mep) rushed out to get him. Confused she restrained Stitch from clawing at Red, and I threw open the door to my house. I kicked a flaming Red onto the pathway and hollered to Lilo, "He's a bad guy!" Lilo was still confused over the sounds of Nova screaming like an enraged cat. Yet suddenly, a purple truck came speeding down the street; and before I comprehended what it was, Nova had already been taken by it. "It's the GR13F3R truck!" I hollered with anger. Lilo asked, "WHAT?" I responded quietly, "Sorry Lilo. That burning guy on the ground tried to control the Tooniverse." Lilo shook her head quickly. "That doesn't make sense," she proclaimed. I shrugged, telling her, "Last winter, remember when the Tooniverse was merged as one? That was Nova's plan." "Ohhhhhhh," Lilo realized, continuing, "Still, it wouldn't have been kind to not treat a stranger like o'hana." "O'hana?" I questioned Lilo, confused at her word choice. "It means family," responded a firm Lilo. Stitch grinned and went back to Lilo's house. "I'll just go now," Lilo awkwardly suggested, and I nodded. "Likewise," I hastily explained, hurrying back into my house and locking everything back up again.

Pacing around my second-floor hallway with what to do in case of a Griefer attack, I was angry but also a bit frightened. Getting an idea, I picked up my wall-mounted telephone and stretched its cord all the way from my bedroom into the hallway. I dialed the Toontown Police number. "Hello, Kw6," a friendly police officer greeted, "What is the matter?" I responded abruptly. "Well, Nova tried to attack my house, you see. Nova, as in the leader of the Griefers of Griefertown. Could I please have some police on-guard around my house in case they return?" The police officer murmured something to another, putting the phone down, then picked it back up. "Well… you've proven yourself worthy of stopping the Griefers singlehandedly. I'm not sure if you, per se, NEED our help-" I interrupted the police officer- "If they bring reinforcements, I'm as good as captured. So I suggest to you to give me help, or else there'll be a big ol' story in the news about how you let me be captured. Got it?" The police officer rasped, "A 'big old story' would be pretty good for the news business… we could use a breaking news event right around now." I groaned. "I'll go ahead and hang up," I responded to this idiotic policeman's thinking. I pressed the END CALL button, and sighed. Later that day a loud knocking sound came from my front door, but it wasn't Red. I ran to answer it, with a pang of worry in my heart.

For the second time in two years, Spurdog was standing on my front porch. I flung open the door and shook his flimsy hand. "You could've used the doorbell. Anyway, what brings you here?" I asked my old friend, as I dashed into the kitchen to heat up my leftover pizza for the two of us to share. Spurdog responded from the front hallway, "I like your house." I shrugged, and asked my same question again. Spurdog explained, "The Griefers have been chasing me across the galaxy. They've been searching for me ever since I ditched them at the Dogville mission. Also, I'm not that hungry." I took the heated up pizza out of the oven, and chewed on a cheese slice with sprinkles of bacon on top. "Have you done anything to cover your tracks?" I questioned with a mouth full of food (Impolite, I know, but I really don't care). "I changed clothes at Walmart, and didn't even respond to Healla's calls," answered a wary Spurdog. "Good job," I said, intently mocking Mickey's tone during his preschool propaganda messages. Spurdog took a seat on my couch, turning on the television and watching a Wakusei sitcom. This one "...was about giants," he briefly explained to me. I asked him, "Do you want to go there?" He shook his head, and said that, "It's too dangerous for us, because we aren't samurai like the characters are." I cocked my head and blurted out, "Well, I'm from Ninjago." Spurdog got up at this notion. I followed up with, "Yeah. Where else did you think a walking, talking and oxygen-breathing snake came from?" Spurdog shrugged, and I joined him to watch this strange sitcom.

Hours later, we were playing my Toon Rock game together on my television, in the House of Mouse backdrop setting. Spurdog had forced me to pick Rock And Roll All Nite by Kiss, one of his "favorite songs ever," but we were both having a good time regardless. As I put down my drumset pad and Spurdog put down his mock-up guitar controller, the song ended. "I like my life now," I suddenly proclaimed with ease, glad that the drama of Red trying to kill me had ceased for at least the moment. Spurdog smiled. However, I wanted to make sure that he would NEVER return to the Griefers ever again.

The Kw6 Logs: Red's Vengeance Part 2 (Saving Spurdog)

On the midway point of my two-week banishment, Spurdog and I were wrapping up the completion of every single '70s song on the Toon Rock Band game when a policeman knocked at my door. I dropped my drumsticks and ran to the door, opening it to find him standing there awkwardly, shuffling about and looking around. Then he actually acknowledged my presence, in the form of, "Oh. Hello there, Kw6. We've received word that someone would like to visit you at this time. Would you please come out?" I remained hesitant at my front door, expecting the worst. But then a familiar figure jumped out of a wormhole, yelled "YIPPEE," and landed on his feet; it was none other than Jacob the Wizard.

Spurdog rushed to the door but stopped at the sight of Jacob. "He's evil!" Spurdog yelled, pointing at Jacob. Jacob responded quietly, "That's what I was going to say." Spurdog rose a fist at Jacob, and said, "Get away from my friend." The policeman interjected, "Jacob said he was here 'to see my friend,' so I'd appreciate it if you… wait, what is your name… please step back from Jacob." Spurdog stayed stubborn, as did I.

A GOOD OL' MISSION TO TEACH SPURDOG FROM…

"So you guys have known each other for a year?" Jacob asked, glancing intently at both of us. "Yup," Spurdog proclaimed as I nodded. Abruptly the wall-mounted telephone rang, and I leisurely picked it up. "Hel-" I was interrupted by Firey, who sounded very frantic and scared. "Hey Kw6, the Griefers have ships circling my—HUFF— skyscraper in Neon City, and I don't— HUFF— think it's for a good reason either. Any help?" Spurdog had leaned in to listen, and in due time rushed out back. Jacob and I exchanged looks of concern, following him, while the telephone hang outstretched from its cord behind us. Spurdog had opened the ship's side hull and scrambled inside, panting as he sat down against the wall. Jacob and I hurried inside, as he slammed the side hull shut. I manned the cockpit, as Jacob sat down on a bench and looked around my ship. With ease I shifted the ship's throttle to go backwards, and quickly I blasted the vessel into the sky, soon leaving the Toontown atmosphere.

I used a shortcut that the automated GPS on my ship had found, weaving right around New Horizons City and past some other random forest planet. In less than an hour, we saw the concentration of Griefer ships and immediately knew whose building was Firey's. The otherwise bright, multicolored lights of Neon City had gone dark, and many inhabitants watched from the relative safety of their respective buildings. Spurdog instinctively snatched my Walkman and shuffled through its song selection. He stopped on a song, pausing only for a moment to press PLAY. Detroit Rock City by KISS's opening riffs filled the interior of the ship, as I spiralled the ship downward. We skidded past the fountain that Drago and Wookie had crashed in almost a year earlier, and rose around Firey's skyscraper. The black mesh of Griefer vessels alarmed me, and the cracked sides of the tower didn't ease this fear at all. I turned down the music a bit, to Spurdog's dismay, as Jacob vanished from the storage area entirely. Yet a moment later no less than two of the Griefer ships were thrown off course and smashed into the fountain. Screams filled the air as Griefers descended upon the pathways and streets of the city, and gunfire intensified. I heard a loud breaking of glass, faintly audible above the cries of terror, and soon the entire tower wobbled. Firey, a speck standing on the top and wielding a rocket launcher, was struggling to dodge the Griefer shots and not die. I lined myself up for a head on collision with a Griefer ship, enabling my ship's state-of-the-art shields to be used as a battering ram. Speeding up and at it, I missed the collision and reapplied the shields. The second hit did the ship in, causing it to unintentionally smash through the roof of the skyscraper and paralyze Firey. As explosions rocked the skyscraper back and forth even more, it literally collapsed; but only for a split second strangely enough. I opened the back hull as Spurdog yelled, "LET ME AT THEM!" He snatched a FN SCAR and bolted out the back, rolling onto the unstable rooftop at the impact. He helped Firey move to on top of the crashed ship, as the skyscraper dropped for another second. Then the entire building glowed with pink light, and I knew who was helping us all along; Jacob!

I swerved the ship around, reapplying my shields for the third time and knocking yet another Griefer ship into the planetary orbit. I circled the skyscraper, ramming into any and all Griefer vessels in my way. Just then the midway guitar riffs of Detroit Rock City kicked in, and I dove down to skim the pathway. I could hear the crashing of ships from behind me. I engaged my blasters and shredded some attacking Griefers to bits, slowing down before accelerating once more. I shot into the sky, pulling off a full one hundred and eighty degree spiral and slowing down to let Spurdog and Firey on. Firey dropped the rocket launcher, and leaped aboard through the now-open back hull. I shut it abruptly as an explosion caused the tower to finish collapsing, and Jacob teleported inside the ship at this moment. He passed out instantly, as the four of us got the heck out of Neon City.

Detroit Rock City ended as the entirety of Neon City exploded in one giant burst of light and power, bumping our ship into the orbit of New Horizons City. Firey began silently crying, and vowed, "The Griefers will pay for this." Jacob and Spurdog comforted him, just after Spurdog put down his FN SCAR. Silence filled the ship as I navigated back to Toontown. Spurdog shuffled about sometimes, with faint metallic sounds echoing throughout the interior of my ship; but we were all depressed, for we had come too late and with that failed to save an entire planet.

That next morning we gathered together in my living room. "So, Spurdog, what did you learn about the Griefers from last night's craziness?" I asked the former Griefer. "That was horrible, what they did! Firey, I feel terrible for you right now, dude!" Spurdog responded with sincerity. I shrugged, and commented, "I've seen much, much worse, and so has Firey. But still it sucks to lose all of your hard work; it's what the Griefers are meant to do." Jacob spoke up, "Once, I thought that Kw6 was evil. Then, after spending some time with Red combined with seeing the strength of Kw6 and his friends' companionships, I switched sides. You were not evil, Spurdog, but merely misguided." Spurdog patted Jacob on the shoulder, holding back tears. "So was I," I piped up. Jacob cocked his head. "You were… a Griefer too?" He questioned me with sincere worry. Ashamed, I explained briefly, "Yeah. Back before Red was their leader." Jacob responded, "We've all done bad things. Except for maybe Firey." Firey laughed heartily, and interjected, "We should move on though." I completed the unintentional reciting; "You'll forget about me after I've been gone." Firey looked taken aback. "From the band Boston, Long Time Foreplay," I responded sympathetically. Then Spurdog said, "Guys… I swear to NEVER, EVER join the Griefers, again. Now I realize how dumb I actually was back then." He paused, and nodded at each of us individually. "Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah!" I yelled, having taught a former Griefer the true error of his ways.

Prologue— At Nova Tower, in Griefertown

Nova had FINALLY gotten what he had wanted. A victory over Kw6, albeit pretty minor, pleased him greatly. However, his head still hurt from the flamethrowers' blast weeks ago. What had he been meaning to do again? Perhaps a second Griefertown used as a galactic port would do the Griefers well, he thought to himself. Then he remembered that huge, already drafted plans for a second port were stored in the town archives. They were first coveted years ago by Sillyman, the first and former ruler of Griefertown. Nova searched frantically through the archives, to the dismay of other Griefers around. He commanded, "Ignore me!" As a statement to ease their utter concern; and reassured them that, "I'm not crazy, guys." Finally after a half hour of searching with help from the archives manager, he had found the drafted plans and promised a pay raise for the manager starting the very next week. Nova hurried through the street, the black sky disguising him in his brand new Griefer jacket, and went into Nova Tower. He stopped at a room, featuring a faded name plate and an all-too familiar title. Nova noted that this needed to be fixed at once. But the plate read, "Co-Ruler Lounge". This gave him an idea, one that would satisfy his extreme taste for revenge that Kw6's temporary banishment had not. "I know where to make the port," Red said aloud, to no one. He took the scrolls of information he'd found about Kw6's time as a Griefer. It listed information like his former name (Congelatio), highest rank achieved (Co-Ruler), years of service, and most significantly to Nova's plan his place of birth. Seeing its name, Nova muttered one single word, being the single most significant to Kw6's past; "Ninjago."