GUYS, IT HAS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING IN THIS FORUM AT ALL. I'VE DECIDED TO MAKE SOME CHANGES TO ALL MY STORIES ESPECIALLY THIS ONE. AND THOSE OF YOU WHO STILL FOLLOW SCOTT PILGRIM VS HIS NEW LIFE, YOU'VE NOTICED THAT IT STILL REMAINS HIATUS. WELL I'M SORRY TO TELL YOU THAT I'M DELETING THAT VERSION AND REPLACING IT WITH A MUCH MORE CLEAR, BETTER AND ACADEMIC VERSION. AND ALSO MORE RELEVANT TO THE BOOK.
ONCE AGAIN, I REALLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE 2 YEAR WAIT BUT I FEEL LIKE A LOT OF CHANGES MUST BE MADE. ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS VERSION OF THE PHONE CALL AND THE FINAL BATTLE AND I REALLY HOPE YOU CAN FIND IT IN YOUR HEARTS TO FORGIVE ME.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SCOTT PILGRIM OR ANY OF THE COMIC BOOK CHARACTERS.
Scott tiredly walked into his crappy apartment after a reunion with his ex-girlfriend, Envy Adams, whereas he drank too much coffee and ended up complaining to Wallace about being such a paragon and making up conspiracy theories about Envy and Gideon in cahoots. Which then led to a very expensive, yet delicious sushi dinner. He noticed his phone had 1 new message and pressed the play button.
'One new message: 4:18 pm.' Scott plopped down onto his couch/bed, his PSP Vita already in hand.
"Hey. It's Kim. I just saw a guy with a parka exactly like your parka you've had since you were 12. That's literally the most interesting thing that's happened all week." Kim explained with a quiet chuckle, which then transformed into a short series of complaints. "It friggin' sucks up here. Get over your extremely boring depression and come visit me sometime, Ass-clown."
Scott sighed and slumped down into the cushions. It had been months since Ramona, his american ninja girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, I should say, disappeared. And every day made him feel worse than ever. It was worse than when Envy dumped him on New Years Eve. Scott did whatever he could to forget her, but it was impossible because of the countless nightmares of her leaving.
He felt his eyes get heavy until he heard something moving out his window. He looked up to see what it was and:
"Oh my GOD!"
"Mow." Meowed Ramona's long lost cat, Gideon after Scott opened the window to let it in. The cat rubbed it's cold, furry and adorable body around Scott's neck, with an additional purr, causing Scott to tremble hysterically. He turned his head with large puppy dog eyes and over-dramatic tears and looked at the cat, who was on top of the the fridge licking his paw.
"K-Kitty." He squeaked, causing the cat to glance at him.
Later that night,
Scott was fast asleep, practically crushing the nervous cat wrapped in his arms. This was the best sleep he had had in months. It was finally his first goodnight sleep without another nightmare about Ramona. Little did he know, his dreams were just about to become reality. At that moment,
'RIIIING! RIIIING!' The phone had rang. Scott groaned and rubbed his eyes, allowing Gideon to make his escape from the dreadful hold.
'Who could honestly be calling me at this hour? And on the night I can finally get some sleep.' Scott thought, tired and annoyed. He looked at the time and it was almost 2 in the morning. 'RIIIING! RIIIING!' The phone rang again.
Scott reached over and tiredly gripped onto the phone and checked on the Caller ID. It was an unknown name, which made him think it was someone trying to sell him something again. Other than the call from Gideon on the first day he moved in, and a few from his friends, those have practically been the only calls he received almost once a week. He placed the phone to his ear and said:
"Ugh...hello?" He answered groggily. The phone was silent for a good 5 seconds. "Hello? Whoever this is, it's late and I'm trying to finally be able to get some sleep." The phone was silent for another few seconds.
"Okay if this is some dude trying to make me buy something, I'm not interested. I'm hanging up now."
"...Scott." A familiar voice shouted from the other line. The voice instantly put Scott in a shock. His eyes were as wide as light bulbs and he was so close to gripping on the phone so tight, it was close to breaking.
"...You..." Scott mumbled, his throat nearly choking him to death.
"Um...hey." The voice said.
"R-Ramona." Scott managed to say.
RAMONA FLOWERS
AGE: 24 YEARS OLD
STATUS:...I HAVE NO IDEA
"Hey."
"Um...how's it going?"
"I'm uh, sorry for calling you so late."
"No, no it's fine. It's just, I had no idea you-"
"Can we talk?" Ramona interrupted, almost sounding as if she was in a hurry. Scott on the other hand, did not see any of this coming at all. It's been months since he had last seen, more overly spoke to Ramona after her disappearance. Scott wasn't really sure what to think at this moment. She just came out of nowhere with all of this.
"Uh, s-sure. I mean, we're on the phone so..."
"In person, I mean."
"Oh, sure. That's cool, I guess. Uh, where?" Scott asked as little dumbfounded.
"The bench in the park. 3 o'clock this afternoon?"
"Okay, that's…cool I guess. Um..."
"What?"
"You're not with Gideon…are you?" Scott asked nervously.
"No...I'm not." Ramona immediately answered.
"Oh okay." He replied with a tired, ear to ear grin. "I guess I'll see you later then?"
"Yeah…sure." She hung up on the other line, while he did the same. Scott laid back down with a calm and cheerful smile that he hasn't made in months. The girl of his dreams has finally came back. Although things sounded a little off, he was very jovial about seeing her again. He was happier than Mario when he rescues Princess Peach. Things were actually starting to look up for him. He slowly went back to sleep until...
'Crap. I forgot to ask where she's been since she left.'
The Next Day: 2:45 pm
Scott took the bus to the park where Ramona had told him they would meet. He wore a black t-shirt with white rings, a blue pair of jeans, his wristbands and his parka with the homemade X-Men logo on it. A lot of thoughts were running through Scott's mind. There were so many questions as to what's gonna happen once they see each other again.
'Does she wanna get back together? Is she still mad at me for cheating on Knives with her?' Multiple thoughts. Just one after another. But he wasn't really concerned with any of them. All that mattered was seeing his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend again. Though what he really should have worried about, was the fact that he still reeked of depression.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?"
"I mean you reek of depression, dude. You look terrible right now. Your hair is messy, your eyes are baggy, you look like you've been living in a crappy farmhouse...did you even shower this morning?"
"I-I showered! I just…it's been months, okay?"
"You have all the time in the day to take a simple, clean shower and yet you still smell like loaded garbage? I highly doubt Ramona's gonna love this."
"Shut up! It's complicated, okay?"
"Who's that guy talking to?" One of the bus passengers said.
"Must be one of those crazy homeless guys who hear voices in their heads." Said the other guy next to him. "Whatever you do, just don't make eye contact."
Anyway, a few minutes passed until Scott finally arrived to his destination. When he got off the bus he slowly and nervously walked up the steps. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect once he reached the top. Maybe what happened last night was all just a dream and she wasn't actually there. Or maybe she was there but she wouldn't be happy to see him. The stress was really starting to get to him. But there was no use turning back now. All he had to do was find out.
It took a while for him to realize he was already at the top of the steps. To his surprise, the park was empty with no sign of life whatsoever. He gulped when he headed his way towards the bench where Ramona said she'd be. A few minutes passed until he literally froze in place when he saw…her. The blue-haired dream girl and love of his life sitting on the bench, her hood lifted over her head, as it rested in her hand while she looked in the other direction.
She wore her black hoodie with a khaki jacket over it, a jean skirt with black leggings and her star shaped headband on her head, with her subspace bag held over her shoulders.
"R-Ramona." He whispered wide-eyed. Scott had no idea what else to do at this point. She was actually right there, right in front of him. It wasn't a dream at all. It was the real thing. He struggled to move one foot forward as best as he could. The pressure was really getting to him. He wasn't sure what to say or how to react once he reached her.
He slowly continued moving towards her, one foot after another. The closer he got to her, the harder it was for him to move forward. But he was way too close in order for him to give up now. After all, he was only a few feet away from her. Then suddenly:
WHACK!
Something hit him in the head. His vision became extremely blurry in a matter of seconds. He collapsed face first onto the cold ground as his eyes began to get heavy.
'No…not now. Not when I'm so close to her.' He thought, struggling to keep himself awake. 'This can't be happening now, it just can't. Why now? Why?' He struggled so hard to keep himself awake until he was suddenly turned over on his back and he saw a very dark, blurry figure staring at him. A beam of light caused his face to glow, making it more difficult for Scott to see him. Until finally, his eyes were fully closed and everything started to get bright.
'Ramona…no. Ramona…Ramona.'
The figure grinned evilly and dragged him down the steps but not before adjusting his glasses and looking at the blue haired girl sitting on the bench. He shrugged his shoulders and continued his way down until he reached a black limousine with it's door wide open. He literally threw Scott inside the limo and got in afterwards. The limo then drove off until it was out of sight from the park.
To Be Continued...
YEP SO THAT'S PART 1 OF MY REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE PHONE CALL AND THE FINAL BATTLE. AGAIN I'M REALLY SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A WHILE, IT'S BEEN VERY COMPLICATED AND A LOT HAS CHANGED ME THE PAST 2 YEARS. I FEEL LIKE MY WRITING HAS GOTTEN A WHOLE LOT BETTER AND I FELT A FEW CHANGES NEEDED TO BE MADE.
IF YOU'RE MAD AT ME, THEN I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST HOW LIFE IS FOR ME. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS AND I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS TO COME. ONCE AGAIN, I'M VERY SORRY FOR UPSETTING ANY OF MY READERS AND I PROMISE I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU. UNTIL THEN-
(Scott): Wait, so that's just how the chapter ends? You couldn't at least let me say hi to Ramona first?
(Me): Sorry, Scott but that was the game-plan of the story. I mean, it could've ended a lot worse than this.
(Scott): But she was right there! I was this close to reuniting my relationship with her. She called me for God's sakes.
(Me): Would you just say bye to the readers? We'll talk about it afterwards.
(Scott): *Sigh* Bye, readers.
ANYWAY, AS I WAS SAYING, UNTIL THEN, SEE YA WHEN I SEE YA! PEACE!