A glistening, small and bright pin was held in two fingers. The shine almost brightening as the two looked at it in the small hut, observing it. A human sized card, named Diamond of Fifths, with five diamonds on his face. He was an odd cartoon, rare card but always kept quiet. Decker sighed," Look kid, I want you to handle this with care." his hands with the pin inside reached out to Fifths. Fifths nodded and took the pin," Decker, Oswald's been after this pin for quite sometime." a smirk on his face. The pin was the head of Mickey Mouse, in a circlular shape with red backround behind Mickey's head. On the otherside and frame of the pin was a lovely golden color, a very specific and unique pin. Decker nodded," It's something, isn't it?" his hands on his knees as he leaned in on the stump he sat on. Fifths slid the pin in his satchel he was carrying, a leather scabbard attached to the satchel which held his spear. " Thanks Decker, I'll have Oswald know of this." Fifths stated, keeping the pin hidden.
Suddenly, the hut's door was bursted open. The loud sound frightening the two card guards, causing them to jump back. The figure standing in the door was Marcus, one of Oswald's bunny children. He was wearing the usual blue pants, shoes over his bunny feet and a bowtie over his vest. His vest had a ring shape in the chest area, which was quite unusual for a bunny. His voice called out," Fifths! Decker! We've got company!" jumping up and down while his bunny ears flapped in wind. Fifths stared at him, pulling out his spear and giving a concerned look. His blood red spear had a Spades point, a sharper one, while on the bottom it had an upside down heart. It almost looked like a giant arrow, but was accepted as a spear. Decker pulled out a sword," Who is it?" asking in a curious yet excited tone. Marcus gulped," It's The Dark Blot, with his fleet." a sweat drop running down his fur.
Fifth's shivered at his name," Are the troops ready?" his fist gripping his spear out of hate and fear. Marcus nodded," Our whole squadron is ready, yet the fleet still approach. Though we have a choice, protect the pin or protect the fort." gripping his fist and popping his knuckles. Fifths & Decker looked at each other, reading eachother then deciding. "We protect the pin." Decker said with a grim face. Marcus jumped," The fort! We'll lose this place! Are you sure?!" a startled look as he shrieked. Decker walked up and picked up the rabbit by his torso," If it's to stop the blotworx from destroying the wasteland, then yes." dropping the rabbit on his butt. Marcus groaned," Okay, Fifths let's get to the sub and run!" climbing up and rushing out into the fort. Fifths looked at Decker," Well Decker, it's been an honor." saluting. Decker shoved Fifths out into the courtyard," Go, we'll give you a headstart. Bye Fifths." Decker patted Fifth's back before rushing off to join the defenses.
Fifths and Marcus ran to the southern docks, noticing the teal colored sea with several other ships. They ran up to their ship, small, fast but weak. Marcus whirled up there, rushing to the wheel. Fifths cut the ropes holding the ship, Marcus turning the ship around and heading off into the ocean. " Are you sure this was the right thing to do?" Marcus gave a worried look. His black ears twitching in the sea breeze. Fifths raised a flag up," If it's to save the wasteland, then yes?" Marcus nodding in agreement. The flag had a black frame to it, the inside a red color. At the corners inside the red square was a Spade, Heart, Diamond and a Club. Inside those four was a picture of Oswald's head with his ears, such a colorful and creative flag. The same flags were raised at the fort, Decker and the riflemen looking over the wall. Five huge, dark ships were approaching the docks fast.
The riflemen comprised of other, diverse cards holding crossbows containing arrows loaded into them. The cards occupying the cannons had their cannons set for the approaching fleet. Decker picked up a smaller pole holding the flag, approaching the very front of the gate. He stood on the wall, holding the flag as high as he could. "For Ventureland!" Decker shouted as loud as he could, the cards making a battlecry or copying his quote. The cards rushed to their stations, all of the cannons firing at once toward the fleet. Cannons knocked the fleet, causing them to stop due to the damage. They fired back, knocking down a tower. They continued to fight, blobs of thinner and cannonballs hurtling in the air.
Cards and civizens rushed to their positions, setting up barricades between the fort and docks. The fleet kept going, finally when they reached the docks one of the six ships went down. When the ships landed, it went silent. The cannons stopped, repositioning toward the docks. The soldiers aiming their bows and crossbows toward the ships. Long, big wooden bridges had falled over the ships, landing on the docks. Blotlings, Blotworx, and Beetleworx had swarmed from the bridges. They charged in at full speed with the fort, soldiers instantly firing cannons and crossbows at the hoards. In the center of the hoard was a perculiar figure, long, black robes with a black cape and odd mask. Decker with two cards loaded up a turret, a bigger crossbow.
Decker pointed it toward the hoard, the cards attaching a row of attached arrows to the side as ammo. He pulled on the trigger, the rapidfire turret mowing down the first four rows of monsters. They continued to open fire with the full force they had, enemies growing closer. With a surprise, cards from other docked ships jumped out with their spears and attacked from the sides. The darker toon pulled out a skinny, long brush. He brushed his thumb over it as he held it in place, thinner appearing at the tip of the brush. When he held it up in the air, the tip turned into a focused group of thinner held in place, like a blade. He ran up and sliced two of the cards in half, making them melt into white blobs of goo. Soldiers focused their attention on him, though it was no use. His brush deflected the arrows by melting them. The blotworx continuing onward.
The surprise squadron had burned down two more ships though were defeated. It was up to the fort itself to stop the surprising yet neverending waves of blotworx. Though one blotling charged in and rammed into the barricades, killing itself with a huge and gooey explosion. The cards and soldiers escaped, tripping on goo or just falling over out of pure exaustion. One human soldier fell over, dropping his musket and grabbing his side and coughing. A card ran up to grab him, though was shot to death from hurtling blobs of thinner. The same happened to the soldier, a saddening sight for Decker. The last of the spearman were instantly cut off from the others, killed off from the unstoppable hoard. The patient villain of this setting approaching up toward the gate, motioned the blots to do something. Two big, chubby blots waddles up, extending out and exploding into thinner. The cards and civilians hid behind obstacles and cover, looking over at the gate.
There was a long, unrecognized silence. The two gate doors had stood stiff, though the bars holding them had collapsed into the mud and dirt. Decker stood in the open center, holding his crossbow with his arrow, a fear growing in him. The two gate doors, not held anymore, collapsed into the courtyard. Decker was shook, his Spade eyes widened as he grabbed his chest, dropping his crossbow. Blotlings, Blotworx, and Beetleworx had swamred into the area. The remaining soldiers and civilians shot all of their ammo at once toward the hoard only to finally stop. The Blotworx stopped in the open, the resistance finally had stopped. A card appraoched Decker, holding a white flag in his arms. " Sir." The flag had been held out. Decker looked down at it, grabbing it and looking at the white flag. His terrified, fearful face turned to a vengeful face.
Decker threw the flag into the mud, stepping and ripping it up. The blotworx knew his decision, charging in and easily wiping out the resistance. They were either killed on the spot or tied up in rows. The omonous man appraoched Decker, looking down at the card before him. " Dark, we meet for the last time." Decker said in a grimful tone, accepting the fate thrown out before him. Dark gripped his brush," You know what we've come for, now give it to me." walking past Decker and looking at the fort. A long silence with the wind, Dark's cape flowing while the resistance watched. With a heafty sigh, Decker dropped his grimful face. "It's gone, you're too late." Decker said with an annoyed face.
Dark faced Decker," You're saying it's gone?" looking over at the blotworx and making an odd hand sign. Row by row, the blotworx killed off the toons and cards with thinner. Once the last row had been finished off, the fort was set on fire. All around Decker was the fear he never wished was real, his very own creation burned down and killed off. Puddles of thinner mixed in with the mud, the fort collapsed and destroyed. The remaining card nodded," Yes." gripping his fists. Dark looked down at the card," Very well." pointing his brush at Decker. A bolt of thinner blasted into Decker, knocking him back and melting him into a puddle.
The blotworx looked over at the puddles, cheering in victory. Dark walked over, blotworx burning the flags and replacing them with his signature flag. It was a dark purple, with a black frame. A picture of a silver drop in the center, quite a dark flag. Dark looked over at the destroyed fort, blotworx rebuilding it into a dark and gloomy fortress. Meanwhile in the teal, clear ocean was a roaming ship. It was going at a quick speed, Fifths and Marcus noticing land over the distance. Fifths grinned," Here's our stop, Marcus."