PitFTW's note: For those of you wondering, I was asked to preserve the original WatS2 story as it was by the EC's family. With no options left, I took down Chapter 113 and instead created a new account to post it on to bring it to you readers. Looking through the EC's laptop, I have seen that he has finished all but one chapter. I delayed posting this for a while, in hopes that I could finish the chapter. It is still unfinished, but I hope that my poor writing skill can match the EC's.
Please spread the word about the new WatS2.
Cartoon Parody Intro time. GO! Go like a speedy race car!
Copyright: The Element Commander. ...NOT
Cartoon Parody Intro #29 - Sonic the Hedgehog (SAT AM)
Rad skills, Green eyes... The Spirit Master!
A group... full of epic guys... We are the Smashers!
Marcus! You only need six more! Smashers! Give a triumphant roar!
Marcus! You are our destined savior!
Look out... He'll come find you! The Spirit Master!
These guys... will take down Tabuu! We are the Smashers!
Marcus! Go on and trust your wits! Smashers! Go land a thousand hits!
Marcus! You are our destined savior!
We now are closer than before!
He is our destined savior!
You know, these Cartoon Parody Intros always make Marcus sound like he's some god or something. I mean, they puff him up a little too much. But hey, it's just an intro.
And what will I do for Cartoon Parody Intro number thirty? ...To be absolutely honestly, I have no idea. Well, I have... Two more weeks to think about it.
Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes, guys!
Anyway!
When we last left Marcus Sucram in the dust, he did the following things:
He oh-so fabulously entered the Submerged Castle with Olimar and Dreamerz!
He oh-so fabulously heard about the great dangers that lurk in the dungeon...
He oh-so fabulously looked at all the weird animals and bugs in the dark!
He oh-so fabulously suggested other methods of killing enemies instead of throwing blue plants!
He oh-so fabulously used Counter and defeated a Fiery Bulblax! ...Yay!
He oh-so fabulously and awkwardly got some treasures!
He oh-so painfully listened to Olimar scream about setting off the Waterwraith thing just by talking about it.
I'm sure your ears would have hurt, too.
He oh-so awkwardly freezes water and stops time... and makes fun of the Waterwraith a lot. Man, he's got a death wish with the Waterwraith, seriously.
He oh-so glamorously... not really... escapes from the Waterwraith a bit more than a few times after saying something insulting.
He oh-so- You know what? Forget it. I'm dropping the act. He and Olimar accidentally reenact an Indiana Jones scene!
Blitzkrieg rains from the ceiling in the form of exploding rocks and spiders and bugs, and the Waterwraith has it out for Marcus.
But with Purple Pikmin, the Waterwraith is defeated! Hooray!
But once they leave the dungeon, Mag appears just behind them. ...D'oh, they missed!
And now because that recap is over, let's get on with the story!
XxDream DenxX
"I can't believe we still haven't seen Mag yet." Marcus said, "If she's around here, we'd still be able to find her, even when we're small. Is there any place we haven't looked yet?"
Hm... how about behind you guys? ...No? You guys don't want to look there? Fine then.
"Well, we're going to look for two people now." Olimar said, "One is Mag, obviously. I mean, we can't let an OC wander aimlessly in town, and we also are going to pay a visit to Marcus' mom, even though we won't let her see us."
"I'm going to feel like a spy at this rate..." Marcus said, scratching his back.
"Hop into my spaceship, everybody. I'm afraid that Dreamerz and Marcus will have to share a slightly cramped seat." the astronaut said, beaming the three of them up. "We shall fly all the way to where Marcus lives! ...I hope you know the way."
"Are you kidding?" Marcus asked, laughing, "I know my way around Liberty like the back of my hand! And I know the back of my hand very well."
"Then please, show me the way!" Olimar exclaimed, steering the ship with the multicolored homes of the Pikmin known as Onions circled around them. "Also, let's hope no one actually sees a tiny spaceship flying through the air surrounded by red, yellow, and blue Onions filled with little plant things. They'd first probably think they hallucinated, then they'd freak out and call the police, and then we'd have to go into hiding. ...We don't want that."
"Yeah... we don't." Marcus agreed. "...Take a left at that light, Olimar. And since we're on a spaceship, I suppose we can ignore the red light."
"NO!" Olimar shouted, "We will follow all the road laws! I didn't get my flying license just to disobey the rules!"
"But what happens if we just sit here in the air waiting for the red light to turn green and someone spots us?" Dreamerz asked, "Someone will take a picture of us and we'll be in the papers for sure! Then the FBI will come in and stuff."
"Oh, fine." huffed Olimar, "We'll ignore the rules and other stuff. But that doesn't mean I won't stop for crossing birds!"
"Yes, yes, whatever you say." Marcus said.
It wasn't long before Marcus had Olimar stop going over the speed limit and stop at his house at 30 Animus Street. His house, still painted bright blue, made him feel nostalgic. He hadn't looked at his house for so long, and the time in Hyetiucawm didn't count because it was pretty much broken.
But... something was off about the house he called home.
Any decorations usually outside, like a pinwheel or a statue or a bucket, were all gone. The windows were still there, but near them were piles of wood and strong-looking metal. The chimney seemed to be reenforced a bit more, and the grass seemed to be untouched for a long time.
"Is the house under construction?" Marcus asked himself out loud, "There's wood and metal everywhere. ...Hold on, I see an open window! We can enter the house through there, right?"
"I can land this spaceship on a windowsill and we can walk in, sure." Olimar replied, "Just don't be seen or... yeah. You know what would happen. Hang on tight!"
Anxious to step inside his house again, the time it took to land the spaceship seemed like forever to Marcus. But the moment he was on solid ground again, he ran up to the five inch opening in the window and looked inside.
He was surprised at what he saw.
From his particular window, where he was able to see parts of the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room, he saw his mother, his sister and a vast majority of the twenty-four Spirits he already saved, with the rest most likely hidden from his view. The Spirits were all hanging together, laughing, joking, talking, and just having a good time. It was hard to pick up just one conversation because of how many people were shouting things at the same time. It was just like a party! But once Robert and his mother walked a bit closer to the window, Marcus could tell that not everything was all fun and games.
"I have the materials all laid out outside, Mrs. Sucram." Robert was saying, "Not sure when Subspace will hit, but I'll be installing things around your windows to prevent Subspace from getting in. Basically, above all your windows will be a thick layer of metal and wood that will not be eaten away easily. When Subspace strikes, the push of a button will lower these layers over your windows so the glass will not break and Subspace will not get in the house. I cannot guarantee Subspace will never enter the building, but it will definitely be out for a long time."
"That's great to hear and I can't thank you enough." Mrs. Sucram answered, "You Spirits are doing so much to help me, I am forever in your debt. I just hope you all are able to protect not only me, but as many people as possible before the Subspace covers the whole world. It's stretching to Asia now, you know. All of Europe is covered, almost all of Africa, and now India and Kazakhstan can see the purple trash over the horizon. Also, Japan and parts of Russia are slowly being swallowed by Subspace themselves."
"Imagine how the people in Hetalia would feel getting covered in purple gunk." Robert mumbled.
...Yup. He watches anime a lot.
"Don't let them see you..." Olimar said, peering around Marcus, "No one wants to see tiny invaders."
"True." Dreamerz chimed in, "Imagine how people would react if they saw deadly germs everywhere. Imagine the panic! Good thing we can't see them."
"Out of my way!" Joel suddenly exclaimed, running through the living room from the kitchen. Several confused Spirits made a path for the running Spirit when Temper suddenly came into view.
"WHERE IS THAT LITTLE BUGGER?!" the Spirit of Anger shouted, "I'll rip his guts out! He sprayed me with the garden hose outside!" And indeed, the Spirit was dripping wet with water. Luckily, he was standing on a section of the floor with linoleum, so it would be easy to clean up.
A few Spirits ignored Temper and continued talking. A few shrugged, honestly unable to see where Joel went off to. A few recalled seeing Joel dash out the side door, which was where Temper ran off to next.
Marcus, Olimar, and Dreamerz made their way inside the house and behind a wide vase. They slowly peeked behind it, seeing the random antics of the Spirits.
While some of them were talking, there was a large group at the dining table composed of twelve laughing Spirits, with each one holding several cards in his hands. The black box that was made to hold the cards read, "Cards Against Spirituality".
"Oh, I've heard of this game... that was for humans." Marcus said, trying to hear what the Spirits by the table were laughing about.
"Okay, okay." Lance said, trying hard not to burst out laughing, "I'm the Card Czar so I have to see what the funniest combo is here. 'Coming to Broadway this season, -blank- : The Musical'. Uh... let's see here... Read your cards, everyone."
"Dead Babies: The Musical!"
"Edible Underpants: The Musical!"
"Global Warming: The Musical!"
"Multiple Stab Wounds: The Musical!"
"Obesity: The Musical!"
"Puberty: The Musical!"
"Seppuku: The Musical!"
"Stranger Danger: The Musical!"
"The Kool-Aid Man: The Musical!"
"World of Warcraft: The Musical!"
"Tiger Woods: The Musical!"
Lance couldn't hold it any longer. He burst out laughing and pounded the dinner table with his fist, with several other Spirits following suit. "Seppuku!" he exclaimed, "That's my choice!"
"No! You should have picked Dead Babies!" Cecil protested, albeit laughing so hard tears were coming out of his eyes.
"Can you hear the songs in Seppuku: The Musical?" Albert laughed, his card winning the round, "They could be called 'My Body is Empty', 'My Blade Has a Point', and 'Dying of Humility'!"
"Well, they look like they're having lots of fun." Olimar said, stepping onto another windowsill, "However, we came here to look at the family and also to look for Mag."
"Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds... and wearing an octopus for a hat!" Compo shouted, slapping his card down on the table.
"Oh, boy. They seem to be having loads of fun." Marcus commented.
"Definitely more fun than Fright and Peter-Lex are having right now." Dreamerz pointed out, gesturing at the two Spirits who were feeling quite bored watching House with Joseph.
The three of them slowly made their way across the kitchen counter so they could hide behind lots of big appliances. They also just happened to be near Michael, who was staring out the window and tapping his knee with the handle of a paintbrush.
A paintbrush that was about five feet tall.
"I want to draw wind..." Michael said to himself, "However, there's no wind to draw. ...I guess I'll just have to improvise. And drat, I just had to leave my colors at home. I guess this will be a line drawing. But hey, line drawing is still an art."
"That paintbrush..." Dreamerz said, looking at the one in Michael's hand, "Hold on, that's Mag's! How did someone like your Spirit get it?"
"This is a very good paintbrush for one I just happened to pick up on the street." Michael said to himself, "I leave no art material abandoned. Now... drawing wind. ...Better make it a very strong wind, for effect." And in no time at all, Michael drew a picture of tree limbs bending and dust billowing through the air, signifying wind. "I'm proud of my fast doodles."
But suddenly, the windows shuddered as a strong blast of wind swept through the street, knocking over trash cans and branches and any litter on the ground. All the Spirits stopped talking to hear the clanging and whooshing outside. Michael silently looked at his paintbrush and immediately set it down, not knowing if the paintbrush was magical or it was just a coincidence. Either way, he wasn't taking any chances. Making bad choices was certainly not an art.
"If the paintbrush draws any inanimate object, that object will come to life and become real..." Dreamerz said, "I think we'd better try and take the paintbrush back, before anyone draws a firetruck or a helicopter and one spawns inside your house."
"And tell me how we're going to do that. What, are we gonna march over there like ants and pick it up?" Flector asked, even though no one but Marcus could hear him.
"I brought the Porta-Shrinker with me just in case!" Olimar offered, holding up the pink and purple machine. "I can shrink the paintbrush and we'll be on our way!"
"Hold on- Wait!" Dreamerz exclaimed.
Too late. Olimar pulled the trigger of the shrinker and the paintbrush immediately went down to a size of about two inches. Now there was a two inch paintbrush lying on the ground for no reason at all.
"Olimar, how are we supposed to go down, get the paintbrush, come back up to the window, and bring it back to Mag?" Dreamerz asked, scratching her head a bit, "Also, how is she going to react when she sees that her paintbrush is... two inches long?"
Olimar blinked. "...Oops."
"Well, I'm sure it shouldn't be much of a problem since we have Pikmin, right?" Marcus asked.
"I guess the Pikmin could make a chain or a ladder of some sort, yeah..." Olimar muttered, "We can try bringing it up to the counter, but I have no idea how we can do it without being spotted."
"I doubt using that invisibility power of mine would work." Marcus added, "First of all, it lasts for less than a minute. Second of all, I don't think I can pick up a paintbrush an inch shorter than me and climb up a chain ladder of Pikmin in time."
"We can pull you up." Dreamerz said, grabbing the leaf of a Pikmin.
"Okay, that takes care of that one, then..." Marcus mumbled, "But what about the paintbrush? What will happen if someone sees a paintbrush slowly rising in the air?"
"Can you partly hide it under your shirt?" Olimar asked, "Either way, we're getting nowhere this way. I'll bring my Pikmin in to make a chain for you to reach the ground. Then you can climb down to the floor, pick up the brush, and then hold on to the Pikmin chain while we pull you up to the counter here."
No other ideas were given away, so they all decided to give it a shot. Olimar's ninety-something Pikmin all made a long ladder reaching from the top of the kitchen counter all the way down to the floor. After Marcus used Veil to turn invisible, he made his way down to the bottom of the chain as quick as he could. The paintbrush wasn't too far away from the Pikmin chain, too. Marcus picked it up with ease and hid part of it under his shirt so no one would notice it too much. After successfully getting the brush, he reached over to the lowest Pikmin and pulled on it two times, letting Dreamerz and Olimar know that he was ready. Together, they pulled and pulled the Pikmin chain until Marcus was back on the counter.
And just in time, too. The invisibility was wearing off by that time.
"Excellent!" Dreamerz exclaimed as Marcus' eyes shifted from white back to his striking neon green, "Mag's paintbrush is back in good hands! ...Albeit a bit smaller than usual."
"Better not accidentally paint anything with that." Marcus commented, "Unless it's a cute little puppy or something. I'm sure people would like that."
"Now it's time to find Mag." Olimar said, "...Dreamerz, do you have any idea where she could be? Any hobbies of hers that we can use to track her?"
"Well... is there a French club around town?" Dreamerz asked, "Or maybe an art studio?"
"There's a gallery full of things kids in the schools have made somewhere around the place..." Marcus said, thinking to himself, "Also, there's a whole nightclub that is completely French. If it's daytime now, the nightclub won't be open."
"Then let's make our way over to that art gallery!" Olimar declared, "To the spaceship outside on the windowsill!"
As all of them ran over to the windowsill, they were suddenly confronted by Tear, who was just walking past the counter. However, the Spirit didn't see them. Instead, he reached over for a dish to hold some snacks in when he accidentally knocked over a cup full of water.
"Run for the sills! The windowsills, that is!" Olimar shouted, grabbing as many Pikmin that were not blue as he could. "The flood is coming!"
"I wouldn't call it a flood..." Marcus said, looking at the incoming water that was only going up to his shins, "It looks nothing like floodwaters of any kind. After all, it's too... too..." He started to trail off for some reason, feeling unusually depressed. "...Did I... say something...wrong?"
"Okay, it's final. RUN!" Dreamerz shouted, pushing Olimar and Marcus away from what she knew was coming.
There was a slight rumbling from the faucet by the sink, which made a few Spirits curiously turn to look at what was going on. But when Edward walked up to it, the faucet suddenly turned on and shot a giant blast of water right in Marcus' direction, soaking the counter.
Needless to say, this was an odd way of starting a flood. Also, it would be pretty strange and stupid for over twenty people in the house to not notice the spraying faucet, so they all hurried to turn it off. It took a whole twenty seconds for Sidney to turn it off because everyone was slipping across the floor. Apparently, their shoes don't have great traction in water.
But the counter was already covered in water. Dreamerz wasn't too wet, because she was able to control the water away from her. She tried to get the water away from Marcus and Olimar as well, but there was a little too much. That, and Olimar did something really stupid and decided to run in the direction of the water instead.
So yeah, quite a few Pikmin died.
As Marcus was running to the windowsill, he couldn't help but slow down and look at his house one more time. He saw the faces of all the Spirits he found, he saw the faces of his mother and sister, and he saw a few rooms of his house. It all looked so bright and cheerful, despite the dire situation. Part of him wanted to stay more, but he knew he had a mission to do. With a semi-heavy heart, he ran out the window before anyone saw him.
Back inside the spaceship, Dreamerz and Marcus felt slightly squished in the back with the new paintbrush taking up some nice leg room. Olimar, claiming to have the most luxury and comfort possible because he was the captain, got a lot of room up front. The art gallery wasn't too far from Animus Street, according to Marcus. Using Olimar's high-speed vehicle, it would take about half the normal time.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Titus sighed to himself and looked out the window, staring at the purple sky. That's when he saw a tiny spaceship go flying by just about a foot or two from his face. He jumped back, startled, then ran off to tell the others. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed, "There was *cough* a tiny spaceship flying literally inches from my face!"
Joseph walked up to Titus and touched his forehead. "...Your head is warm. Maybe you're just seeing things."
"I swear I'm not!" Titus argued.
"Right, right." Cobie said from the corner, "Now come on, and let's get some rest. Or else I'll force you to stay silent."
"That sounded a little more intimidating than it should have been..." Norman pointed out.
XxMine TurtlexX
"Make that turn there." Marcus said, pointing to the road on the left.
"But there's a Do Not Enter sign there!" Olimar protested, "I'm not going to go in a road that has a sign that says-"
"JUST GO IN IT." Marcus, Dreamerz, and Flector said all at the same time.
XxSecludedxX
One of the perks of being a living reflection was the fact that you could fade from the mirror and still exist in your own little place. However, the place was quite bland. The walls were white, the floors were white, and the ceiling was also white. A white chair, a white bed, a white table, and a whole bunch of other white furniture were in this area as well. Far away, a white door was the way to return to the mirror.
Flector Nicolai Diogenes sat in the chair and tapped his finger on the table. "Who else is able to see me? ...I'm sure Marcus' mother would be able to see me. ...And Marcus' father died, so I guess I can cross him off the list."
Now Flector, unlike the Authors, had no idea Marcus was adopted. The Authors knew because of time and dimensional paradoxes. So did the Spirits back around their early visits to Mrs. Sucram's place. But Flector still had no idea. And if Marcus had no idea, neither would Flector.
"Being seen is almost scary..." Flector said pensively, "You don't know if you exist to that person or not, and when you realize you do, you have to explain everything to that person, and then they spread it to everyone and..." He trailed off. "Humans are hard to trust."
The reflection sighed to himself. "There are two things in existence that are infinite. They are the universe and human stupidity. ...But I'm not so sure about the universe." He paused, thinking about what he just said. "...Funny, I dis humans so much, yet I just quoted one. ...Well, I guess all humans aren't so bad. They are just sometimes stubborn, impatient, and they like to jump to conclusions a lot. ...But then again, isn't every species like that?"
Flector never really pondered such thought-provoking questions. Perhaps today was an exception. He had to use his brain one way or another, right? He knew many things, but the world outside the Mirror Realm was foreign to him. Having only seen it through a thick glass, he frequently yearned to see the world outside of this white room and beyond the glass where people could see him.
But he knew it was useless. He could dream, but it would never happen. Not even an Author could bring him into the world of the real people. It was like someone's imagination. He could imagine and think and dream about it all he wanted, but deep in his body he knew that there was nothing to be done. That's usually when depression came in for some people, but Flector didn't let it bother him.
Flector got up and stretched. He decided to make himself present in the mirror again. Grabbing a hold of the doorknob, he opened the door and stepped out of the room. He was immediately faced with something almost like a TV screen or a fish tank. Like how fascinated little kids look at the glass of an aquarium tank, Flector saw the world outside from the view of his mirror. To him, it was almost like a real world beyond a display case that he could communicate through. To everyone else, he was just in a small mirror.
He wished there could be more people in his mirror to interact with.
He wasn't saying Marcus wasn't nice to interact with. After the the big incident in Vitraital, they both had forgiven each other and now they lived peacefully. But when Marcus was the only one he could talk to, he soon began wishing for someone else.
He wasn't taking Marcus for granted, though. Many people in the past hated living reflections, and Flector was lucky Marcus no longer thought badly of him. ...Who else could Flector talk to? Justin and Robert was some, so he could definitely talk to the Spirits. However, the Spirits were... well, not always with him. The only time he could actually talk to a Spirit was when Marcus found one, and he only spoke to two so far. Lucy was one, but she lived in another dimension... Marcus' mom might be able to see him, but that would be awkward in a way...
Flector looked up at the giant glass barrier in front of him and saw the giant face of Marcus looking down at him from above. "Hey Marcus," Flector said out loud, "mind if I ask you a question?"
"No, of course not. What is it?" the Spirit Master asked, his voice coming through amplifiers installed in the walls of the mirror.
"The next Spirit to be saved." Flector began, "Didn't Robert say something about a Multiple Personality Disorder?"
"...I think he did." Marcus replied, nodding his head. "But despite having two different personalities, he only counts as one. ...I almost wish he counted as two, don't you think?"
"Haha, yeah..." Flector agreed, trailing off. He turned around after that and Marcus went back to focusing on finding Mag in the art gallery. "Awkward conversations galore..." he mumbled under his breath.
It was at times like these when Flector wished his mirror could reflect other people he could talk to into his realm. Right now, the room he was standing in shifted from a plain white room with a giant glass screen into a fantastic art gallery filled with pictures made by children from kindergarten to seniors in high school. The dimensions of the room changed every time, so Flector was glad he got more moving space now. He minded his own business, looking at pictures on the wall and sitting down on the comfortable cushioned benches in the center of the hall. Flowers in vases were also reflected, and they smelled exactly how they should have smelled. The pillows on the benches felt like pillows, and the light that shone through the windows looked like real sunlight. The only difference was the giant glass slab that dominated one wall and the fact that opening a window led to nowhere but a blank, white void. Flector never dared to go in one.
...But there was a first time for everything, right?
Walking cautiously to the window, Flector opened it and stared out at the endless void of white. Lifting his right leg up, he carefully stuck it out the window and looked for solid ground to stand on.
...There wasn't any.
Unable to find a floor and almost about to fall, Flector quickly pulled his leg back inside the building. He looked around and saw a vase full of flowers, which he concluded would be perfect for his plan. Picking it up, he threw it outside the window to see if it would hit some sort of wall or land on some sort of platform.
...It didn't.
The vase just kept falling and falling like there was no tomorrow. Soon, it was just a speck very far away below Flector. Slightly scared, the living reflection quickly closed the window and locked it. ...Well, at least he had an easy garbage chute now. ...Where did the vase go, anyway?
XxI have no ideaxX
A swordsman was just walking down the halls of the Smash Mansion, minding his own business. He turned to the mirror in the hall to adjust his fiery red hair when suddenly-
CRASH!
...A giant flower vase came out of the mirror and smashed into his face, knocking him out.
Marth, who was in his room nearby, looked out and saw the unconscious Smashers just lying there. "...For crying out loud, Roy, what did you do now? Off to the infirmary you go!"
Well... I guess I know now.
XxElementary WatsonxX
Flector walked back into the center of the hallway of the gallery. If there was any time he wanted to get rid of this environment, he would enter his White Room through a door somewhere in the far back wall.
But instead of going back, he returned to look out the glass wall and admired his surroundings. Marcus was currently walking along the windowsills, away from anyone's view. Dreamerz was also behind him, searching for Mag. Olimar's Pikmin carried the paintbrush.
"Where could Mag be...?" Marcus wondered out loud, looking around.
Flector thought for a moment. "Marcus, hold me up at the crowd again. Let me get a better look." While Marcus did so, Flector ran back into his White Room and grabbed a white pair of binoculars. He then ran back to the glass wall, now sitting in a blank room, and looked through them.
After a few seconds, Flector lowered his binoculars and stared straight ahead. He looked up and pointed straight ahead at the crowd of people.
"She's right there."
...Well, I'm sure that turned out a lot more pleasant than anyone expected! Let's end the Chapter here or something.
Question of the Chapter
What do you lose often?
Well, what do we know now?
This Chapter was focusing on two things: Marcus visiting his family and Flector's mirror world.
The Spirits apparently like to play some version of Cards Against Humanity.
Flector's place is just a blank void... And he can get quite lonely.
Mag has been spotted at the art gallery! ...Now time to get her attention!
Mentioned Spirits: Giddy
Dreamerz made this cover! You can find this on HER DeviantArt!
All right, here we go! The next Chapter is where Marcus finds another Spirit! The Chapter is known as "Excited for Anxiety"!
I'll see you guys next time!
