Welcome, to one and all the readers of the three beginning Fanfics:

Camp Lazlo- "Battle of Prickly Pines", and its' sequel, "Bean Scout Honor: GP".

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends- "The Foster's Video Game story", and its' sequel, "Part 2."

Catscratch- "Beckoned Key".

If you read any of these but not in any particular order, than you'll understand what I've got planned.

As it stands, you NEED to read these fanfics before you proceed.

Disclaimer:

None of these Cartoons are mine. They are the property of Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon.

None of the following are mine, references belonging to the games: .hack//G.U., Kingdom Hearts, Evangelion, and Final Fantasy.

That's it.

The Style of "Battle" in these fanfics will be like if you're watching the gameplay battle off some Game you own. I try my best. Finally, enjoy.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Light fell down upon the dreary lake, sheltered and secluded from outside.

But the source of the light came from the beautiful tree, one that bars the way to hell and Cerruunos.

Sitting at the base of the tree, beneath the rich, blueness of the surrounding lake…

Was a coffin…

Then came a voice that joined together with all the hosts of heavenly light whisking freely like little wisps of pure gray.

The voice called down to the crystal, smiling so mischievously like a cat who's cornered its' prey, all so full to certain it had no way out.

"After all that's happened, you're still here."

If had been completely another time, another place, such a meeting would've begun differently. But the pair, kneeling victoriously by lakes' side, gazed down on the prisoner of ice, certainly in no position to respond. So the strangers continued.

"You should have fallen. To your… doom," it sounded more like a question. The heavenly bodies fluttered joyously far above, swiveling around, away, or towards the luminous, tree. They were non-existent to all the treachery, brokenness, and misery that right now, was sealed away miles and miles below.

"But you didn't."

"Yeah. You're still… alive."

"Master won't be pleased."

"Yeah…"

They were two, but their current nature belied a more dangerous, semi-active consciousness speaking as if they had been one.

But it mattered not: they wondered if the creature below still had a reason being here, though having fallen from a great height. It fell from the sky like an angel; but this thing was anything but an angel. Frozen in place with its' large, pink eyes in an expression of sheer horror fixed to forever gaze up into the sky, there was no clear indication it was alive.

"You look so uncomfortable down there, ya know. Doesn't he, Skip?"

It was unnatural, or rather rare phenomenons, to witness a dung beetle consider and comprehend. Nonetheless it always felt to them like when this happened, neither would be waking up again for another two solid hours.

Tangling madly with his unceremoniously given badge collection, Skip said to his brother in his dissimilar brown voice, "Yeah, Chip. I bet he wants to leave."

They both exchanged a strained, "Ooooooooooooh", while sadly shaking their heads.

"Maybe," went Skip kneeling down close to the water, "He's thirsty."

"Don't be a dummy, Dummie!" an annoyed Chip reproachfully scolded his brother, roughly pulling him by the smooth, yet tender, blanket-like skin on his head from the surface of the water. "He's already got plenty of water!"

It took Skip a couple of minutes to ponder this over before realizing without much surprise that his brother was right. "Oh."

They both stared intently at the water, as if gazing down deeper into it any longer would could but only force it to share its' many mysteries. But that wasn't what these two were thinking. By coincidence the slightly more enlightened of the two said to his brother, "You think he's drowning?"

"I don't know. He could be asleep."

"Maybe we should wake him."

Skip wasn't one for taking any risks. But he wasn't one for thinking things through, either. So it was no surprise when he turned to his brother and said, "You think we oughta? I don't think he'd be so happy. He looks so sad."

Chip knelt beside his brother, rolling his eyes, and scoffing at his remark. He felt like he was conversing with an empty head. Ironic since they both share that sort of personality.

Queer as it felt, neither of them felt like saying anything else. It was creepy being here, of all places, with the floating lights, while weren't necessarily alive, couldn't be considered dead in that sense, either. They made such strange noises. It felt creepy being here, inside such a cavernous cave, sitting at the base of that ghostly tree.

At one point Chip said without thinking, "I think we can." And to him, it made pretty good sense. But he never liked the idea of revealing to his brother he was some big old "fraidy-cat", and just wanted to be out of this place as bad as Skip did. Anything, whether the both knew what the other was thinking, (like they've done so now) or when they voiced their thoughts as to make it clear that they can't be afraid and yet, they still are, was said all on spontaneity; anything just to get the heck out of here.

"Yeah." Oh, for certain, the two brothers gripped the other's hand tightly; that streak of brotherly pride and love and uncertainty passed between and all mixed dangerously together, and when it was clear there was no turning back, both were ultimately resolved. They would the raise the Crystal.

Unknown to the both of them, the instant that such a thought passed between, their hands, like the rest of their bodies emitted a faint, long humming sound and an orange glow across the both of them, like an ominous mist. It created a vacuum slowly sucking away their breath; nobody had been able to explain how it was that they could still breathe. Their expressions grew more sinister and ugly, and yet, more considerate like they pitied the fate of a newborn baby.

"We can," both said simultaneously, but in completely different voices. Something was wrong. All their normal, curious, and destructive simple-mindedness disappeared instantly.

Both raised the arms across the surface of the water and touched it, creating a ripple. A dark glint came into their eyes, while they smiled mysteriously.

"After all, this place… is all you have."

Project: ReAnImATEd: Book 1 Rating: T

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