Tales of Mysterra
Chapter 4-The True Star Enters?
After Chopper had left the room and closed the door, he began shuffling towards his quarters, stowing the medicine bottle away in his backpack, being the only accessory he had aside from his hat and a pair of purple pants. Chopper's walk was stopped when he heard a low beeping coming from said sack, prompting him to reach inside and pull out a walkie-talkie, setting it to his ear.
"Yes?"
"The Guildmaster requests your presence."
Chopper wrinkled his brow in curiosity; the Lunar Guildmaster was the one in charge of everything that went on in the Lunar Guild. "Why? I thought he was busy and stuff."
"It concerns the rumors we've been hearing of late." That didn't console Chopper in the least, and made him shudder slightly. "He wants to see everyone in the highest ranks to discuss it. It's...quite confidential."
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute..."
Chopper ended the transmission and ran towards the screening room, where the Guildmaster would be speaking to them directly from Lunar Hill. The reindeer had soon left the hallway to Victor's room, unaware of a figure rushing down the hallway in a frenzy.
In Victor's room, he had continued to stare blankly at the ceiling, sighing in a bored fashion before he closed his eyes. "Maybe I can catch a few z's before we arrive in-"
"Get back here! You're gonna regret this when we catch you!"
Victor's eyes shot open once the door to his room had burst open, a small figure lunging inside. Victor was unable to make out the being aside from an orange blur, which immediately leaped into his closet without another word, as several other recruits stormed into the room, looking around. "Damn it, where'd he go?"
A quick scan of the room yielded nothing but the bedridden Victor. "Geh...he may have faked us out again. Let's go!"
With that, the crowd departed, leaving Victor sitting alone, a dumbfounded expression frozen on his face. A few moments passed, until the closet door creaked open. An eye poked out, obviously looking to see if his pursuers were gone. Once it was certain of this, a figure stepped out; truly, it was one of the most bizarre looking things Victor had ever seen. It was some sort of orange ball-shaped creature...with arms and legs, and very spiky hair sticking outwards...or was it even hair at all? It more or less resembled thick, thorny protrusions coming out of his back. The ball thing wiped his brow in relief, murmuring, "That was close."
Before Victor could question the strange figure, they pulled out of nowhere what appeared to be an ugly wooden doll in a baby's outfit, and exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, "They nearly got you! I'm so glad I got rid of them!"
The figure had donned a blonde-colored wig, lipstick, and makeup to accompany this bizarre act. Victor had become utterly confused by this point, but finally managed compose himself enough to yell irritably, "Who the hell are you?"
The strange figure had seemingly removed his disguise, glancing at Victor with a curious expression. However, he abruptly turned away with a serious expression, retorting bluntly, "Why do you care?
"You hid in my closet. Plus, I didn't rat you out. I could have easily..."
Victor's response was cut short when the person turned around with a smirk. "I'll tell ya why you care. Because I...am the TRUE star of this story!" The figure struck a pose, pointing a finger into the air and shouting, "The coolest of cool! The main character everyone loves! I am Don Patch!"
The orange blob pointed a finger at Victor, finishing seriously, "That answer your question, minor character?"
A vein popped from Victor's head in irritation, the dragon growling in annoyance, "Yeah, it does. I now know that you're some complete whackjob with a superiority complex."
Don Patch smirked at this, waving a hand around as if to dismiss his comment. "Hmph, your facade is so cute. Thinking you're even CLOSE to being as important as I." The orange blob abruptly held up a clipboard, wearing a pair of sunglasses. "See? This list is for V.I.P.s only! And you're not on it!"
Victor was quickly starting to get irritated with this figure and his antics. He wished ever so much to be able to move and slaughter this figure...and, as if finally deciding to yield to his commands, he slowly clenched his fists, the feeling returning to his body. "Well, why don't you and your ugly little doll get out of my room before I knock you clear outta the sky?"
Don Patch seemed taken aback at this, gasping with an unusual amount of detail having been shown in his expression. The orange blob began stroking his doll, cooing in a childish tone, "Oh, don't worry, he didn't mean it, he's just a big stupid head. He can't move, they said he's incapable of anything for a little while..."
"Why don't ya come over here and say that...?" Victor asked with a sinister smirk; the overly gullible Don Patch hopped towards him with a dopey expression.
"Oh, good idea! Doing it right in your face will allow for you to get the-"
Don Patch's comment was abruptly cut off when Victor plowed a fist into the side of his face, catapulting him into the wall, smashing it to pieces and stunning the recruits that were walking down the halls. Don Patch slowly looked up as Victor began stepping out of bed. "Tch, so you can still move after all, huh? Not a problem for me..."
Victor began unwrapping the bandages on his hands, clencing his fists as Don Patch reached behind him, yelling, "Now feel the wrath of...my Don Patch Sword!"
The dragon gritted his teeth at this; he wouldn't be able to compete against another blade, with his having been in storage for the trip. Don Patch drew his weapon, prompting Victor's jaw to drop as he uttered in stupification, "What the..."
As opposed to an actual weapon, Don Patch had unveiled a leek, pointing it at Victor. "Feel the wrath of the TRUE star of this tale!"
Victor sweatdropped in confusion; he found it ridiculous that his opponent was fighting with such an ineffective "weapon", but, hey, his funeral. Victor jumped at Don Patch in preparation for an attack, however, the blob had jumped over the incoming attack, and his opponent ended up crashing face first into a wall, sinking to the floor slowly. Don Patch began making faces at Victor once he landed, which only enraged him further once he turned back to him. Noticing his angered expression, Don Patch broke into a run, forcing Victor to begin chasing him, letting out a growl. "Hey! Get back here!"
Victor immediately noticed that his body wasn't fully healed, as he wasn't running nearly as fast as he should. Don Patch was already getting way ahead of him; if Victor didn't start speeding up, he would lose him.
-Meanwhile-
Chopper was continuing his trek towards the screening room, walking alone through the hallways, deep in thought. This involved the rumors...the same ones about the recent incidents all being connected? It gave Chopper a chill thinking about it, and made him really hope that he was going to dispel the rumors, though it seemed quite unlikely.
The reindeer's train of thought was interrupted when he heard the sound of feet pounding on the floor. "Get back here, damn it!"
Chopper whirled around at this, finding none other than Don Patch rebounding off a wall from a different hallway, charging towards the reindeer. Following close behind was Victor, who looked rather angered. "You?" Chopper gasped.
With a low grunt, Chopper bowed his head, crossing his arms as his formerly squeaky voice began changing, becoming much more gruff. Suddenly, the reindeer had completely changed his body, becoming much more taller, muscular, and humanoid, letting out a gruff roar. "Whoa!" Don Patch remarked, hastily sliding in between Chopper's legs as he went to swipe at him, prompting the less prepared Victor to crash into the now muscular deer, sending both toppling to the ground.
His escape successful, Don Patch waved back to Victor, shouting, "Later loser! Hahaha!"
The orange blob disappeared down the corridor, while Victor and Chopper clambered to their feet and watched. Victor gritted his teeth, growling in irritation, "Damn it! He got away!"
He prepared to give chase, but was cut off when the scruff of his vest was grabbed by an annoyed Chopper. "Hold it!" He forced Victor to turn around to him, Chopper shouting in shock, "What are you doing out of bed?"
The dragon boy blinked for a moment, wondering whether this large figure was truly the tiny doctor he had encounter before. Victor finally managed to begin sputtering in shock, "That guy! He...he ran into my room...and just started acting like a jackass! I was about to chase him until I ran into..."
Chopper cut Victor off in midsentence, scolding irritably, "Never mind! I told you to stay in bed!"
Victor was about to protest that he WAS moving as of now, but was cut off when when Chopper dropped him, grunting, "Ah, forget that now! I'm late for a meeting, thanks to you two! Now get back to your room!"
With this comment, Chopper transformed yet again, this time into a more feral deer-like figure and dashing off with increased agility. Victor simply stared with a blank expression at the figure, blinking for a moment before running a hand over his snout. "Geez...great first impression that was..."
