A/N Hey, readers yes its another fanfic. *ducks a brick* but this is one I am cowritting with my super awesome BFF kdandsheela!
kd: Wow! I just can't wait to hear from any readers ^.^! This is my first bakugan fanfic and only my third fanfic! So I'm very lucky to be co-writing this with such an expert!
Jet: Awww…you're just saying that =)
kd: Pretty much O.O…
Jet: Hey!
kd: I mean…let's get to that disclaimer!
Masquerade: This is a fanfic, emphases on fan so these crazy girls do not own any part of bakugan or the characters. If they did own bakugan they would 1. be doing a heck of a lot better than the producers and 2. wouldn't be wasting time on this stupid site…
kd: Awww, you're just sad because they cut you off during new vestroia…
Masquerade: Death to the producers…
Jet: P.S. Hal-G is slightly out of character for comical purposes. Masquerade is also disconnected from Alice again for comical purposes.
AN v.2! (10/31/2014) (Ironically pretty close to the three year anniversary of this fic)
kd: Hey, y'all. Mere, I mean…
Jet: NO! Don't reveal my secret identity!
kd: JET! I MEAN, JET! Happy?
Jet: I had that hidden for five years. And you ruined it!
kd: It was two out three syllables, geez. Anyways, she's really wanted to continue this fanfiction but has informed me that she doesn't have my talent for...uh...torturing characters…
Jet: Yeah her disconnect for the brawlers means she can be as brutal as she want. And let me tell you its hilarious. Have you read her Masky X-mas—
kd: I've stopped writing that horrible piece of crap! Don't you dare plug it here!
Jet: I'll plug it if I want to! That thing was funny! (well before she started taking it down the more serious route, which was prolly good but it lost its charm by that point).
kd: Huh, thanks, Mere, I mean, Jet. I WAS A 15 YEAR OLD GIRL WITH AN IDENTITY CRISIS...and that reflected in the story ^.^. Ah, but, I hated the show, too, it's the epitome of crack fanfiction, so read it if you want! (You've been warned). I'll never take it down, no matter how bad it is because that's basically a form of self-censorship.
Jet: Well amen to that, I still find enjoyment in that fanfic, even if its doomed to incompletion. Anyways enough chitter chatter from us, lets move on to what you guys really came for.
kd: We're rewriting and continuing A MISHAP OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
It was a quiet and beautiful morn—
"Masquerade! Masquerade!" Hydranoid yelled at the oblivious sleeping blonde.
"Five more minutes." Masquerade mumbled while waving his hand toward Hydranoid lazily as if to shoo away a fly but too sleepy to.
"Why you inferior hu—"
"—What was that Hydranoid?" Masquerade challenged shooting off a death glare toward Hydranoid. He flinched because the glare that Masquerade gave was so evil it seemed to seep through his mask and attack him. Hydranoid rolled past the alarm clock and lamp on Masquerade's nightstand mumbling all the way. When Hydranoid reached the far end of the nightstand he jumped onto the windowsill. He did not stop to appreciate the warm sunlight pouring through the window as it made Hydranoid's shell glint mischievously. Once he reached the edge of the windowsill he jumped onto Masquerade's dresser, as he has done many times before.
Hydranoid quietly rolled toward the stereo…he rolled under the volume dial until it was set to max…then he smashed into the play button! The ear-splitting sound almost broke the windows…and Masquerade's self-control. Masquerade jumped out of bed and rushed toward the stereo. He quickly pressed the stop button and faced Hydranoid.
"Can we go brawling?" Hydranoid asked innocently.
Masquerade grabbed Hydranoid before he could roll away. Masquerade held Hydranoid in a fist as he walked toward the window…
"Ummm, master? I can't breath…"
Masquerade opened the window then threw him out.
"Fine then, I won't tell you where I hid your toothbru—"
"Crap," Masquerade said as he had just 'released' Hydranoid out the window. "If you tell me where you hid my toothbrush then we might go brawling," he yelled down from the window.
There was an almost inaudible 'yay' from the shrubs below. Masquerade sighed as he was on his way outside to retrieve Hydranoid from the bushes. He walked out the back door of his mansion and walked down the side of it. Masquerade thought about whom exactly to brawl with. He dreaded the thought of being spotted by the Brawlers. Thankfully the Brawlers didn't already know where his mansion was because he knew that Dan would take the liberty of storming into Masquerade's house and challenging him to a brawl every…single…day…
Masquerade came up to the bush that was planted under his bedroom window and searched it. He saw the familiar black and purple ball and was successful in pulling the dark ball out without, too, many scratches. Once Hydranoid was out of the bush Masquerade saw his glossy head pop out and heard him ask one question…
"Can we go brawling?"
Masquerade had to grind his teeth to resist the desire to violently throw Hydranoid into the garbage can in which there would be no return…
"So, I'm guessing that's a no…"
Masquerade decided to go back to bed. He walked back inside the house clutching Hydranoid in annoyance.
Masquerade walked down the hallway to his bedroom but froze in place when he heard an evil cackling from his bedroom. He cautiously peeked into his bedroom, the tips of his wild blonde hair poking out of the doorway before he could actually have a sneaky look. He was relieved to see that it wasn't that idiot Dan but he wasn't sure whether he liked this visitor either.
"Come out, come out where ever you are, little girl."
"Ahahaha, funny…" Masquerade said sarcastically as he walked into his bedroom, "You should be a comedian."
"I've always considered about being a comedian if the whole 'mad scientist' thing didn't work out," Hal-G said thoughtfully.
The world's defiantly thankful it worked out…thought Masquerade with a smirk.
"Anyways," Hal-G dismissed the topic with a wave of his hand, "There's been some…problems."
"Problems?"
"Complications."
"I meant to ask with what." Masquerade clarified, slightly annoyed. We don't need two idiots in this world.
"With what?"
"Yes, we're having problems with something," Masquerade tried to remind Hal-G of his first statement, something about a problem.
"With what?" Hal-G asked.
"That's what I'm asking you!"
"Well, Masquerade, I know you have a lot of issues, I understand that much. But what I don't understand is why you're quizzing me on your personal problems." Hal-G stated.
Masquerade slapped his forehead, "I'm asking about your problems!"
"Oh, well, how considerate of you."
A blood vessel popped on Masquerade's forehead.
"You see, there's been problems with the transport cards lately so—"
"My cards are working fine."
"Have you used them today?" Hal-G asked.
Masquerade glanced at his digital radio clock on his nightstand. 2:30. Crap, I've been sleeping all this time, no wonder Hydranoid was so anxious to get me up. Of course I wouldn't have had to sleep in if he didn't make me stay up brawling all night. "Not yet."
"Well then, here," Hal-G handed Maquerade a black card, "That is all," he said before he vanished.
Masquerade sat on his bed studying the suspicious looking card.
"Well?" Hydranoid asked impatiently.
"What?"
"When are we going brawling?"
"I'm thinking about giving this new card a test run first."
"Why? The effects will be the same if you travel a short distance with the transport card or a longer distance."
"I never thought I'd see the day…"
"Huh?"
"The day you use logic. Who knows, tomorrow you might be admitting you have an addiction to brawling."
"I do not have an addiction. We just can't become the ultimate bakugan or the best bakugan brawler overnight. We need to get up n' moving not just sitting around wondering whether we should use a stupid card or not!"
"Wow, you're starting to turn into the voice of reason."
"Really?" asked Hydranoid sounding pleased.
"Yeah, it's kinda creepy…"
"Just test run the stupid card," Hydranoid said darkly, too offended to come up with a good comeback.
"Alright."
Masquerade stood up and held the card between his fingers. Multicolored lights flashed across the walls of the bedroom. In a blink of the eye Masquerade was on the other side of the room but something seemed very wrong with him…
Jet: heehee…*evil smile is speading on Jet's face as she rubs her hands together*
Hydranoid: So when do I get to brawl?
kd: I don't know, you've been nagging about it for the entire chapter. Maybe Masquerade will give in during chapter 2!
Masquerade: Why don't I get to see what exactly is wrong with me?
kd: Because it's supposed to be a cliff hanger.
Masquerade: You'll fix me by the end of chapter 2, won't you?
Jet: Maybe…
Masquerade: This won't kill me, will it?
kd: Maybe…
Masquerade: You two are enjoying this, aren't you?
Jet + kd: Maybe…;D
Jet: anyways all of you have read my stories before should know the drill. You want us to update fast than you'd BETTER REVIEW!
kd: PLEASE be nice to this nooby =
Jet: also in your reviews tell kd to stay on this site! She's trying to leave! So just tell her how awesome she is or….something
kd: *struggling out of Jet's grip* LET ME BE FREE FROM THIS SITE!
Jet: never! anyways REVIEW! NOW PEOPLES!