Darkest Blight
Chapter 1
The barn was stockade from front to back with large wooden crates. Despite the moonlight seeping in from the window gaps and crevasses, it was still so dark one could barely see and so quiet one could hear the footsteps of a mouse. The stillness was suddenly broken when the doors swung open. A globular figure floated in the air by the opening.
It was Fartor, along with a number of his flatubots. He chuckled evilly. "Flatubots, get cracking." The flatubots marched into the barn, followed by two flying drones. The drones were disc-shaped with a long tube coming down from their undercarriage. One flatubot cracked open one of the crates before spilling the content onto the floor. It was potato. Fartor gleefully looked down at the tubers. "Yukon gold is so much easier to steal than real gold." He said as the other Flatubots started cracking more crates and the flying drones starts sucking up the potatoes with their tubes.
One flatubot grabbed a crate when it was suddenly bombarded with green goop, fired from the ceiling, pasting him to the wooden crate. More blasts of goop was fired from above, peppering two more robots that got glued. Fartor and the flatubots looked up and saw Ty and Abby Archer, looking down at them from a skylight.
"Sorry Fartor, you have to go to the farmers market just like everyone else." Abby cooed with a wide grin. The two jumped down from the skylight and Abby smashed a flatubot under her feet before summersaulting at another one, catching its head between her feet and forcing it to the floor.
Ty jumped down too but instead of landing on the floor, he landed on one of the flying drones. Once stabilizing himself, Ty found a hatchway. When he opened it he found the drone's inner mechanics. Using his mechanical grappling-claw, he started tearing out cables. The drone short-circuited and started flying out of control. "Whoow!" Ty shouted as he tried to not fall off. He finally managed to jump off the wacked out drone and it crashed right into the other flying drone, reducing them both to scrap metal.
The Grossologists turned their attention to Fartor, aiming their goopshooters at the methane breather. "What are you doing back on earth Fartor? Last time we saw you were on the moon." Ty pointed out.
Fartor shrugged. "I got homesick, what ya gonna do."
"Well, let us make it even more homely for you by taking you back to your jail cell in Splatticus." Abby exclaimed, smirking.
"I think my new creations might have something to say about that." He said with a grin before snapping his fingers.
Ty and Abby then heard a hissing coming from behind them. They turned around and saw a pair of glowing red eyes, staring at them from the shadows. The creature the eyes belonged to stepped into the light. It looked like a mechanical Velociraptor with infrared cameras for eyes and metal gray armor. Soon more red eyes appeared in the dark and more of these mechanical raptors appeared. Ty & Abby soon realized they were surrounded by a pack of these robotic predators. Ty backed up closer to his sister.
Fartor smiled when he noticed the Grossologists' frightened expressions. "Rip-1s, tear the Grossologists apart."
The first thing the Rip-1s did was spewing noxious gas from their tails (similar to how Fartzilla do it) but the Grossologists were prepared. You do not go after a methane breather like Fartor without packing gasmasks. "You ready Ty?" Abby asked thru her gasmask.
"Ready." Ty replied.
The first Rip-1 attacked. Using her brother as a platform, Abby jolted over Ty's back and kicked the head clear off the robot. Ty then spun around and fired his goopshooter at another attacking Rip-1. The goop hit the raptor in the mouth and it slinked away, trying to free its cemented jaws.
Another Rip-1 snapped its jaws at Ty but he managed to evade his attacker. The Rip-1 charged at Ty and this time the Grossologist actually jumped into the air and the Rip-1 completely missed. "Ha, not as fast as you look-
Ty's mocking was interrupted when the Rip-1 swiped his feet off the floor. Ty landed on his back and was pinned to the floor by the Rip-1's clawed foot. It jerked its head back before lashing at Ty's head, trying to bite his face off but Ty protected himself by shoving his goopshooter into the Rip-1's mouth. The Rip-1 tried to crush the goopshooter but its jaws were not strong enough. "Chew on this!" Ty pulled the trigger and filled the robot's head with goop. Soon, the head couldn't handle the pressure building up inside anymore and the Rip-1's eyes popped out of their sockets. Droplets of green goop hit Ty in the face. The Rip-1's processor malfunctioned and it fell lifeless onto its side.
Ty sighed. "I don't have time for this." He checked the clock on his cellphone. It showed 20:32. "I'm already late."
Fartor meanwhile was busy repairing the flatubots that still could be repaired and freeing the ones trapped by the Grossologists' goop. "Flatubots, take as many crates of potato as you can carry and get out of here. We are leaving."
Meanwhile, Abby was being chased by three Rip-1s. To get out of their range she started climbing up a large stack of crates, hoping the mechanical Dinosaurs couldn't follow. Her theory was proven wrong thou when she glanced behind her and saw the Rip-1s climbing the crates. Motivated by rising fear, she climbed higher until she had no more crates to climb. She looked down at the Rip-1s as they clawed their way up the wooden boxes. She clenched her fists and grit her teeth, readying herself for battle but then she got a better idea. She jumped down the other side of the stack of crates and landed two boxes down. She bucked against the wall, pressing her back against the boxes. The two top boxes finally gave way to her strength and fell down the pile of boxes. The first Rip-1 got half its body crushed into pieces by a tumbling crate. The other two Rip-1s simple got flattened against the floor when the crates landed on top of them. One crate cracked and spilled out its content.
Abby smiled down at her work before jumping down and landing safely in the pile of potato. She stood up and help up her goopshooter. "That was fun! Any more rustbuckets that want a piece?"
"Sorry slugger, everyone is gone. Including Fartor." Ty stated, obviously quite irritated.
Abby frowned. "Well, that puts a stick in the victory machine." They heard police sirens coming closer. "Come on, we better tell the Detective what's going on."
Ty simple groaned displeased with his arms crossed.
As the cops searched the barn, picking up the remains of the robots and questioned the farmer, The Detective talked to the Grossologists by their GRS-1. "This is the seventh farm Fartor has raided this month. Lucky you two was here to stop him this time." The burly lawman stated.
"This time it was potatoes but the other times it have been broccoli, cabbage, beans, Brussel sprouts…" Abby said and then picked up her Grossometer and called LabRat. "LabRat."
"Hey guys." Labrat greeted. His pet rat Hermes sat atop his shoulder.
"We have an id on our farm-plunderer. It's Fartor." Abby said. "What could the world's most deranged flatologist want with tons of beans, potatoes and vegetables?"
"Other than making a really mediocre salad? Gas." LabRat replied. His image was then replaced with animation that showed just what LabRat was saying. "That kind of food is rich with carbonhydrates. Bacteria in our digestive track breaks them down and produces methane as a byproduct."
"Still, it would take months to turn all that plant material into gas. Where can he possibly find the power to break down all that carbon?" Abby asked, pondering.
Ty was impatiently tapping his foot while waiting for the others to stop talking. Normally he would love speculating about these kind of things but not tonight. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. "Are we finished here? Some of us have lives to get to."
"Um, sure. The boys and I will help the farmer install a new alarm in case Fartor returns so you guys can leave if you want." The Detective replied.
"Great, lets jet." Ty exclaimed and ran into the GRS-1.
The Detective looked questioningly at Abby. "Excuse him. He has a date tonight." Abby told him before following her brother into the GRS-1.
The GRS-1 slowly descended into a dark ally. "Can you please land faster Abby?" Ty cried irritated.
Abby, sitting in the pilot seat, frowned and rolled her eyes at her brother's rudeness. She pushed a button on the control panel, the GRS-1's backdoor immediately opened and Ty fell down on the pavement.
"Ouch." Ty exclaimed before rising onto his feet.
"Sorry, but you said you wanted to get to the ground faster." Abby called out to him. "Good luck on your date." She added before she took off with the GRS-1.
Ty was a bit annoyed with his sister but decided to focus on his date. He dusted himself of. During their ride back to the city Ty had changed into his nice attire. Black suit over white shirt and black fly. He had even combed his hair back, making it look slicker and less spikey. He hoped that if it looked like he had put effort into looking good Naomi would forgive his tardiness.
The restaurant where he would meet her was just around the street corner. Its name The Soup Fly, was written in neon over the entrance. Ty walked in. He looked around at all the tables in the restaurant but he could not find his beloved Naomi. He looked at his cellphone clock again. "Three hours! How can I be that late?" He almost shouted. Ty then turned to a waiter behind the counter. The waiter was a tall, dark-haired man with equally dark eyes. "Um, I'm looking for a girl. She is about this tall," Ty showed how high Naomi was with his hand, "golden hair, glasses…face like an angel."
"Yeah, she was here." The waiter replied. "She left an hour ago."
'She waited for me for two hours?' Ty thought bewildered. It made him feel even worse for standing her up.
"We kept asking if she wanted to order but she said she would wait for her date." The waiter continued. His eyes studied Ty in a very judgmental way.
"Yep, that's me." Ty sighed. The waiter's dark eyes narrowed, judging him even harder. "Yeah, I know I'm a scumbag, I am not proud of it." Ty admitted and walked out of the restaurant. He walked into an alleyway to get some privacy before calling Naomi on his cellphone. "Please Naomi, answer."
The sound of Naomi's cellphone echoed thru the girl's room. The walls in Naomi's room was mostly white with patterns of green and pink vines. There were plenty photographs of her and her friend and family. There were also a framed photo of her and Ty standing on her night table. There were also cabinet with a few trophies and ribbons she had won in various dance competitions.
Naomi herself laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes and cheeks were red and puffy and for once it wasn't because of any of her allergies. Tears slowly ran down her cheeks. She hadn't even taken off her fancy red dress yet.
The ringtones finally stopped and her phone went to voice-mail. "Hey Naomi, this is-this is Ty. I'm so sorry I missed our date…again. There is no excuse but if I could just talk to you you would know how incredible sorry I am." Naomi rolled over on her side, staring at her cellphone with her watery eyes. "Please Naomi, if you are there please pick up your phone. I need- I need to talk to you." Ty sounded like he was near crying. His every word touched her heart. It took every ounce of her willpower to not pick up the phone. She knew the routine by now. He would plead for a second chance and Naomi, being the lovesick dumbass that she was would forgive him and he would just hurt her all over again. She would not fall for it again. "Naomi, I'm so, so sorry. If I could just talk to you I could-
Ty's message abruptly stopped.
Once she couldn't hear his voice anymore she started crying. She cried laud and devastated.
There was a knock on the door. "Naomi, are you crying?" The voice was that of her brother Jeffrey.
"Y-yes." Naomi replied with a sad sniffle.
"Well, do it quietly! I can barely hear myself think." Jeffrey said sternly. Naomi cried even harder and buried her face in a pillow.
"Hello. Naomi?" Ty got nothing but peeps from his phone. He tried to call her again but got no signal. He squeezed his cellphone, his fingers pressing harder as his anger grew stronger. He then threw his cellphone as hard as he could at the nearest wall and it broke into pieces. Ty's shoulders fell and rose at every heavy breath he took. With a discontent grunt, he turned his heels around and stormed off to home. Filled with anger, regret and self-hatred.
Unknown to Ty, something was watching him. A robot was hovering in the sky above. The robot looked like a big metallic eye and it was observing him.
Fartor was watching the live feed from his robot in his headquarter. The small screen he was watching on was formed like a crystal ball. "My, my. It seems like my former apprentice is having a bit of a heartbreak. So sad." The methane breather sarcastically mused to himself.
"Why are you spying on Ty, Fartor?" A raspy, malicious voice scorned from somewhere in the layer. "What use do we possible have of stalking that wimpy geek?"
"You should talk about stalking?" Fartor whispered to himself. "Knowing your enemy is the first step against defeating him. Even the most trivial matters can be most useful. You're still young my evil apprentice, you have a lot to learn."
A dark blurr streaked across the floor of the room. Moving rapidly from side to side, getting closer to Fartor. "First of, never call me your apprentice. We are partners. And secondly…" The shadowy blurr stopped just in front of the methane-breather. It then started rising out of the floor, taking the form of a human being. Once all his features and colors was formed, his identity was revealed. It was Kid Rot. "…what can you teach me about evil?" He grinned maliciously.
"As you wish." Fartor said politely. Kid Rot walked up to the screen and he and Fartor looked at what Ty was doing. The Grossologist had come home and was greeted by his sister who gave him a hug when she saw how sad he was. "Whether you're my apprentice or partner, this collaboration of ours will be most gratifying to the both of us." Fartor stated.
"And most ungratifying for the Grossologists." Kid Rot added before laughing manically. "Hahahahahhahahahahahahah…"
Fartor started laughing as well. "Mwahahahahahahah. Oh, it feels so good to be bad. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah…"
CUE THE INTRO!
Author's Note:
There is no better way to start the New Year than with a new fanfic.
So here you have it. That was the prologue for the first episode of my own version of Season 3. This first episode will most likely be a lot longer than the other episodes/stories I am planning for this series. See this as that two-parter special that kicks everything off. I'll say, with two of my favorite villains teaming up and robotic Velociraptors shooting farts out of their tails, we are up to a good start.
I want to make it clear that this fanfic has no connection to my other Grossology stories like Grossology: Evolution or Rot in Paradise in anyway. I am still working on those two stories by the way so don't worry. I think that by doing this I have one series where I can write stories with the classic characters from the show and one where I get to write stories with my own Grossology characters, so it's basically a win/win for me.
As usual I appreciate your reviews.
