Here's the first one-shot! It takes place during Chapter 2, after getting Kumatora. Whenever I'd get her, I'd immediately go downstairs and start training her. By the time I battle the Oh-So-Snake, she was level 23-ish. Duster was almost level 30. Go, overpoweredness!
If you really squint, this could be considered DusterxKumatora. I didn't intend for it to be. But I do imagine them becoming the best of friends. I dunno.
Welp, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to request in your review. (Please read the rules first.)
"What in the hell do you need now, you moron?" Wess complained loudly as Duster raced past him and down Osohe's crumbly steps.
"Well, he's got somethin' in his sights, so don't blow up, ya old geezer." Kumatora panted, running after the limping thief.
"He's a moron! Doesn't he know those pig guys are down there?!" Wess gave in, following the two, yet he looked less than enthusiastic.
Duster came to a stop in front of a large gap in the floor, then same one he swung across thanks to a lone candle wick. The Carpet Monster that usually inhabited the hall scurried nervously away from the thief, so instead, it set its sights on Kumatora and Wess, who were just walking in.
"AAHGG! DUSTER! YOU MORON! DON'T LEAVE US HERE!" Wess cried as the alligator-like monster closed in.
"Calm down…" Kumatora sighed, expelling a well-placed PK Freeze α. The Carpet Monster shambled away in haste.
"Come on, guys," Duster said as he gestured to the spot in front of the gap. They could hear faint squeals from the Pigmasks on the floor below.
"You moron! We have to go across that AGAIN?" Wess impatiently whined.
"Do you honestly question my abilities?" the small yet proud voice echoed. Duster's Rope Snake was on the ground, ready for action.
"We more-or-less question your dependability." Kumatora explained. "But I'm sayin' this as someone who just met you… I guess…" Rope Snake gave a distasteful look.
"I'll show you two! Duster! Let's go!" the snake boasted.
"Alright then." The sandy-haired thief sighed. "Kumatora, just grab onto one of my legs. I can support you and Wess until we get to the other side."
"Uh… are you sure?" Kumatora looked hesitantly at Duster's awkwardly bent excuse for a leg. "It looks pretty damn broken to me."
Wess groaned. "Princess, he's gone through worse than having someone hold onto his leg. He strong enough support us. And that was not a complement."
"Alright. If I kill ya, Duster, don't blame me." Kumatora smirked.
Duster gave a small smile to the princess and readied Rope Snake. The reptile stretched out and latched onto the candle wick. Giving a sideways glance to signal "Okay" to Duster, the thief began to swing across. Kumatora and Wess both grabbed onto his legs. Before they knew it, they were on the other side.
"And you didn't trust me." giggled a very smug Rope Snake as Duster reeled him in.
"Yeah… yeah…" mumbled Wess.
Kumatora looked at a ladder that led to where all the squealing seemed to come from. "So, what are we doing here, Duster?"
"Well, since you are a new member to my 'party', I thought we should train up those PSI powers of yours on some enemies downstairs." Duster explained.
"DUSTER! YOU MORON! Are you calling Princess Kumatora WEAK?!" Wess screamed.
"Wha-no!" Duster said quickly, looking awkwardly at Kumatora. The pink-haired princess, thankfully, didn't look offended.
"Calm your asses down. I'm not mad. Dusty here's gotta point. We have no idea what's upstairs. Better now or never that I train my powers." Kumatora reassured the father and son.
Wess looked distastefully at Duster. "Be glad you got the princess on your side. Because if you didn't…"
"Okaylet'sgonow." Duster said, hastily climbing down the ladder. A grumpy Wess and enlightened Kumatora followed.
Almost immediately after touching down in the Osohe dining hall, they were ambushed. A couple of Pigmasks were clumsily walking around the spacious room, and, as soon as they saw the trio, rushed at them, squealing, with their guns ready.
"Ready, Kuma?" Duster almost regretted calling her that. A nickname for someone he just met? Get real.
"Heh heh. Only if you are, Dusty!" the tomboy grinned, readying a PK Fire α attack.
The two Pigmasks squealed in confusion as the thief and princess surrounded them. Duster rushed at one with amazing speed and kicked it. Kumatora fired of her PK Fire α, engulfing both soldiers in red-hot flames. One of the Pigmasks ran out of the dining room, squealing in despair, as their uniform was on fire. The other charged up their gun and fired it at Duster. He tried to dodge, but the beam grazed him on the shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. Thankfully, Wess threw a Thunder Bomb and sent the pig packing. A bag of chips fell out of the masked soldier's belt as it ran off.
Kumatora walked over and picked the bag up. "'Pork Chips'. Well, that's a dumb name."
Duster staggered to where she was standing. "Oh, could I have those, please?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure." Kumatora handed them to the injured thief.
"DUSTER! YOU MORON! The princess gets to eat first!" Wess screeched.
"Calm down, old geezer. He's hurt. He's done a lot. Let him rest a little." Kumatora huffed.
Duster chewed on the Pork Chips quietly. They tasted exactly like what they sounded like. Pork. Yum. He relaxed. Not as good as the couch in Mr. Passion's room, but, after a little while, he began feeling better.
"You ready to go now, moron?" Wess sighed. Apparently five seconds meant five hours in the retired thief's mind.
"Yep. I'm all better," Duster said truthfully. He flexed his shoulder.
"Heh, good. Let's go kill some more pigs, 'K, Dusty?" Kumatora laughed, giving him a friendly punch in the arm.
"You can say that again!" Duster smiled at his new friend.
The trio headed for the hall.
There were many squeals to be heard from Osohe castle that day.
RIP PIGS
IT'S LIKE AUDINO ALL OVER AGAIN
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