The best bros are back together and soaring through the air at an incredible velocity, with the song 'Big Blue' blasting through the speakers built into the Flyer! Captain Falcon found himself barely swerving the birds and trees, which put Virion on edge, who was gripping tightly onto his seat.
"Hey bro, think Frederick is actually going to kill us?" Falcon questioned, looking over to Virion.
"Not if you kill us first- Watch out!" The blue-haired man exclaims that little too late, as the Captain smashes his vehicle's wing into a mountain, taking severe damage.
"Oh-" Is all the man in the spandex has to say, as the Flyer begins to plummet.
"Oh! Is that all you have to say?"
"Yep."
"You're an absolute idiot! Where are we even 'landing?'" Virion questions, as he looks out of the window, watching as the ground edges ever closer…
"In some mountains. Hold on tight!"
Before the archer can even respond to what he said, he finds himself ejected out of the vehicle. Of course, a scream was his natural response to his impending death, as his eyes clamp shut!
Death…doesn't quite happen and he slowly reopens his eyes, where he finds himself and the Captain slowly floating towards the jagged ground. Directly in front, however, he watches as the Falcon Flyer smashes into the ground, sparks flying off of it as it eventually skids to a halt.
Suddenly, it blows, every piece flying into the surrounding area: including the limited edition 'Big Blue' on loop, CD. Douglas Falcon, with tears brimmed in his eyes, salutes the falling debris.
"You'll never be forgotten, dear Flyer and – I promise – we will give you the send-off you deserve…"
When they first met, Virion would have thought the man crazy to give a send-off to a vehicle, but after all the years they have known each other, he has learnt of the many adventures that single vehicle has taken Captain Falcon on. In fact, to some extent he had become emotionally attached to it, himself. After all, the Falcon Flyer is where he knew that Douglas trusted him: completely.
"We will, bro. We really will."
Finally, the two bros find themselves on the ground once again, parachutes in a crumpled pile just behind them both. As they scan the area, they find that the land seems to be scarce of all life; long and vast; as lifeless as a rotting corpse.
"A perfect location for a funeral. I'll collect the remaining pieces, and-"
Suddenly, there is a large explosion that causes any remaining fragments of the Flyer to scatter off to unknown locations at an incredible velocity!
"She… It's a good thing she would have wanted it to be like this. Close friends only and a cremation." Captain Falcon carefully removes his helmet, and utters these words before punching the air. "I will never forget you!" He shouts to the heavens, honestly causing Virion to jump ever so slightly.
Eventually, the man lowers his fist and looks straight ahead into the unknown lands that await them both. However, just as he opens his mouth to voice where to go, suddenly he feels a sharp pain in his head, which is shortly followed by pitch black and a loud – thud!
The Captain's eyes slowly reopen, where he finds various creatures scurrying around; their small legs rapidly moving to bend to whoever was bellowing orders. Their bodies are mostly of a purple colour and instead of eyes, they seem to have gems in their place that glow a bright red.
As his eyes slowly trail downwards to his legs, he finds that it was in fact up and that a rope was holding him hostage and dangling from what seemed to be the cave ceiling. He glances around the cave, where he stops on a brightened area, which is lit by the flames that crackle and dance with one another. Just above this, is a man tied to a pole of some sort, being slowly rotated round…and round… Their blue locks barely avoiding being set ablaze – Virion!
A sweat drop trickle's down Douglas's head, as he suddenly becomes anxious, a sickening pain in his stomach, as it feels as if it is tied into several knots. Slowly, his fist becomes engulfed into his own flames – he was not going to relive what happened before (nor was he going to be slaughtered by Frederick.) The rope that bound his hands together soon sears apart, and in mere moments he is back on his own two feet.
However, this was soon followed by those same creatures gathering around him, staring at him with those gems for eyes. He had so many questions about these creatures. 'Why did they wish to kill himself and Virion?' 'Why do they have gems for eyes?' 'What are they?' All of which that will remain unanswered.
His strides are sudden, large and quick as he approaches the campfire that threatens to cook his bro alive! You could hear his push off, as he dove towards his blue-haired friend and took him into his arms. Captain Falcon doesn't stop. He refuses to and powers through anything in his path, praying for freedom…
Morning. The sun is blazing brightly in the sky and the birds are chirping happily… Captain Falcon traces his hand across the ground to feel grass and soil run gently against his fingers – he got them to safety. How? Well, that was another matter altogether…
"Bro! I was wondering when you'd awaken!" Captain Falcon looked in the direction of Virion's voice, who was sitting on a tree stump, happily tidying his hair of some evident bits of rubble, soil and grass. Something wasn't right, what was it?
Suddenly, he brought his hands to his head and found his helmet in its rightful place, which confused him. He never picked it up; he never thought to. Was it on his head in the first place?
"Oh! A lady wanted you." Virion says, further adding to the Captain's confusion.
"A lady?" Douglas questions, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"I was surprised too, what woman would want you?" Virion laughs to himself, receiving a glare from the Captain. "Brown hair, a lot of blue within her outfit; looked pretty. She never mentioned her name, but she seemed nice!" He finished.
"Thanks, bro." He glances around and spots some woods. "Stay here, I'm going to get us some fruit and fish."
"I never intended to follow you into the woods, not for a second, you and I both know what happened last time I went to a river." Virion responds, still picking out grass from his hair.
"I will be back soon." Captain Falcon says before walking off into the woods. The wind gently blows the trees and causes the leaves to rustle, but slowly this stops and leaves nothing but the sound of his footsteps on every twig that he accidentally cracks in half.
Finally, he finds a water source! A small lake with a lily floating on the top of its surface. The man in the spandex stares into the lake at his reflection – lost in his own thoughts. Trying to figure out how they got where they are…
"Hello, Douglas." Suddenly, the man in the spandex spins around and finds the female Virion described standing before him. "Your facial expression says it all, you do not remember me, do you?" She questions, before giggling ever so quietly. "Maybe if I was bloodied and nearing death you would remember me. Perhaps, if you weren't so frantic when you were panting and exhausted, you would have been able to remember my face."
"Lady, not to be rude, but going on all these long tangents are not going to suddenly trigger any memories."
"Trucy. Trucy Wright is my name. Famed magician and infamous wife to the 'Undertaker'." She smiles softly. "Isn't Death a delight?" A look of horror is the Captain's response to this question.
"Aint nothing good about death!" He bellows.
"Oh, dear, you should not have said that… My husband will not be pleased; particularly after saving your life." Trucy responds, her voice frighteningly soft as the shadow beneath her feet grows out, expanding… If the Captain's helmet was not placed onto his head, anybody would have been able to see the colour leave his skin.
His words are caught in his throat as it begins to grow taller; out of the ground… The wind blows once again, violently, nearly knocking him off of his feet! The silhouette like figure visibly becomes a person. They have a long black cloak; long white hair, including bangs that hide their eyes and a wide grin, more wicked looking than any witch could be.
"Darling, I was wondering when you would finally appear. It took you long enough." She giggles again, genuine happiness across all of her features.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. One of the souls down in Hell just wouldn't settle, similar to little Jaelynn when it comes to her bedtime hour." He chuckles.
Captain Falcon stands horrified, amazed and above all – clueless. Finally, he manages to allow his words to flow:
"Death, sir, Undertaker, Mr-" He coughs loudly, before speaking once again. "Can you explain to me what is going on?" The captain questions, looking to and from the (rather disturbing) couple that stand before him.
"It's simple, Douglas." Undertaker looks down to Captain Falcon, grin widening further to show his sharpened teeth, before he speaks with a tone darkened and sharper than the reaper's scythe:
"You are in debt to us, now."
