"….." "So, why are we here?" the FNAF bear suggested. "Bear's got a f***ing point, Rise. This is the lamest place ever," Clear Wing said, hissing. "Shut up Slifer!" snapped Raid Raptors- Rise Falcon. "To answer both your questions, We are here to defeat Yuya!" he said. Clear Wing shifted and Bear facepalmed. "But he's like…..a genius kinda…a genius gay clown," Clear said. "Yeah…But Odd-Eyes isn't. He's the dumbest thing alive and everyone knows it," Rise said. He tossed a dart at the wall, pinning a dart covered Odd-Eyes Dragon. "Yeah, but the magican's aren't idiotic assholes…." Repiled Clear. "Better Idea, let's get Dark Rebellion on our side!" yelled Bear. "Perfect."
/Flashback/
"Dark!" Tachyon yelled. The battle wounded large dragon colappsed. Ultimaya Tzolk'yn voice rung out with the cry, "It's over for him and Stream. They deserve rest." Dark glared over at his also dying friend. "See you next life, ey?" Stream smirked. "I guess."
/End Flashback/
Dark lacked movement. "What was that….." he whispered. "You k?" Star Eater said, her voice in a worried tone. "…..Please leave me alone…." Dark sat in a corner. The pain he felt hurt him….why? What was he left with? Out of his eye, he noticed a small glow. Dark walked towards the light when he saw…a portal? Take the risk? Dark stepped in. "AH!"
"Are you alright?" a voice rung out to Dark. A Large redish dragon stared at him. Imprinted in the head was strange shapes resembling the number 107. "Who….are you?" Dark stammered up to his feat. "My name is Number 107: Galaxy-Eyes Tachyon Dragon. It appears you stumbled into our world from yours." He stared at the smaller dragon. "Where….am I?" Dark asked. "You are in….an unknown place. Us barian number disappeared after the defeat of Don Thousand, and we have recentley awoke to well…..this." Galaxy-Eyes glared. "Hi!" a large hand said. "Crap…I'm in the apocylapse."
I kinda wanted to end it shorter…enjoy :3
