Chapter 4-Final Defeat
"It seems I finally have the upper hand."
Out of the shadows walked a face so familiar and so evil that everybody did a double take.
Dag.
"DAG!" shouted Brandon and DJ
"Hello again pumpkins." said Dag slyly, "Did you miss me? I sure missed you."
Brandon fired a fireball at him, Dag reflected and it hit Brandon.
"Oof!" Brandon collapsed
DJ charged next, and swung at Dag, but Dag grabbed his arm, and twisted it till it broke.
"AAH!" DJ reeled back in pain.
"Oh, forgot to mention one thing." said Dag, "You see when you put me in Hell I began to watch you, and I learned how to counter your moves. But now, let's get to the main event shall we?"
In a flash, he tied up Otis and Daisy and then he separately tied up Brandon and DJ.
"You see, I'm here for power." said Dag, "And this here Cartroony whatever… can give me power with a simple modification."
He pressed a button, and all the lights on the Cartronic Isolator went yellow.
"Of course, there will be a need for something to extract power from." Dag said, and he walked over to Emilio.
"Emilio Ruizcho." said Dag, almost tasting the name, "Look how big you've gotten. I remember when you were just a little 10-year-old, first seeing Barnyard. My how things change huh? Still like to use big guns. Still stubborn. And still in love with Barnyard. That warms my heart. But did you ever wonder why you loved them? Why over the years that love didn't just… go away?"
Dag chuckled, "It's because you have something in there that Steve Oedekerk had. We call it "The Will". and what THAT pretty chicken is is the will support cartoons and even bring them into reality. You have the highest amount and potency of any human alive."
He dragged Otis and Daisy and plopped them down in front of his chair.
"Exhibit A. Otis and Daisy. Remember them? Oh I'm sure you do. They remember you too. The fun times the three of you had. Getting into all kinds of mischief, and at the end of the day, snuggling up in your nice warm bed together, Awwwww… warmed my heart. But over time, Otis faded away, and you developed a crush on Daisy. Until you wandered into Fanfic.."
He brought DJ and Brandon.
"..and brought us the exhibit B. You were so jealous of DJ. What were your words? Oh yes 'I WANT TO GUT DJ AND DAISY ALIVE!'." Dag laughed, "And then you realized if you could just have Daisy, things would be fine. That's your real reason for ever coming onto Fanfic, the real reason to Miller's existence. But then, you developed an unbreakable bond with Brandon and his pet fatass DJ, who mopes about everything. I know, Emilio, that you resent Brandon EVERY TIME he forgets something when you're talking and when he doesn't pick up on obvious things."
"Fuck you coyote." said Emilio, "I should've put a bullet in you when you jumped for Otis, but I didn't wanna shoot Otis. You're nothing Dag, you're still the same little scrawny piece of shit I looked forward to killing. Why don't you unbuckle me from this chair so we can settle this man to coyote? Or are you that much of a scared little bitch still?"
Dag growled loudly, and then went over to the machine and pressed the button.
The machine was about to start the process when sparks flew out of the control scheme.
"WHAT?" shouted Dag.
WARNING: CORE MALFUNCTION
There was a flash, and Dag and Emilio were gone.
Emilio whizzed at high velocity, colors spinning all around him, it seemed like forever he was stuck in a vortex of spinning colors and fast winds. A rainbow tornado.
At last he appeared on a floor made of dust. He laid down and rested for a while, the dirt smelled like rusted metal.
After a while, he got up and looked around, brushing the dirt off of him. He checked his back for…AH! Yes, he still had his Remington and the ammo.
He begin to survey his surroundings, only to find that they were all too familiar. He was in Dag's junkyard, and in the circle where Otis and fought the coyotes. It looked exactly the same, but where was Dag?
"SO FUNNY HOW THINGS CHANGE HUH?" screamed Dag, standing on top of a pile of junk. "NOW I'M GONNA EXTRACT THAT STUFF FROM YOU BY HAND RUIZCHO! I'LL ALSO GET TO KNOW WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE! COOKED AND BAKED!" Dag appear to have covered himself in pure scrap metal, in his left hands he had a buzz saw, and the right held a rivet gun.
Emilio took out his rifle and braced himself.
Five Finger Death Punch-Under and Over It
Dag unloaded with river gun, Emilio sprinted behind cover. Dag went to reload his rivet gun, when Emilio popped out from behind cover and returned fire with his rifle.
*Boom!* Emilio cycled the bolt and fired again
*Boom!*
A piece of Dag's armor fell off, cutting Dag.
"Argh!" cried Dag. He shook it off, "I'll make you pay."
Dag shot at him with the rivet gun, almost htting Emilio as he sprinted behind an old car.
He opened the bolt of his R700 began replacing the two bullets, Dag revved up the buzzsaw and began walking toward him.
"I'm gonna butcher you like the bull you are!" shouted Dag
Emilio fubled to get the last bullet in, but eventually he did and snapped the bolt, he looked up and peered down the scope, saw Dag and fired.
*Boom!* He cycled the bolt.
The bullet hit Dag's makeshift helmet, shattering the glass, Dag could the bullet where the glass had saved him. He flicked the bullet out, and then swung the buzz saw, it cut through the rusted car and cut Emilio's shirt from the back.
Emilio gasped at the close call.
Dag growled, and swung again, but Emilio hit the deck, then got up and sprinted away. Emilio crawled up the piles of junk until he was sprinting on top of the piles, and crouching between cover.
Dag loaded his rivet gun, "Don't hide boy, it'll only be a worse death."
Emilio waited for Dag turn around, then popped out. Dag anticipated him and shot him through the metal, in the hip.
"AUGH!" Emilio gasped in pain, he could see the rivet. It hurt like a bitch.
He dizzily got up and ran into thicker cover while Dag shot at him.
At rest now, Emilio examined his wound. The rivet had barely entered his hip, anymore deeper it would got his vital organs. He took out his pocket medical kit, it only had tweezers and gauze.
Emilio took a deep breath, and began pulling the rivet out, he almost fainted from the pain. Finally, the rivet came out, and Emilio tossed it aside.
He took the gauze and wrapped it tight, he even triple layered it for safety.
Emilio rested for a second, and thought of a plan.
Dag, meanwhile, was watching the edges of the junkyard for Emilio. He watched with keen eyes.
Suddenly, he saw a piece of metal fall! He shot around it, but then got shot from his direct right. His buzz saw was gone and he fired with his rivet gun, tearing up half the area with it.
Emilio waited for the rivets to stop, and then peered his rifle under some junk. His adjusted the scope and saw the CO2 tank on Dag's rivet gun. He fired at it, hitting it. The tank exploded and knocked Dag on the ground, knocking away most of his armor.
Emilio cycled the bolt and sprinted to a new position. He had one shot left in his rifle. If Dag had been revived in Hell, all it would take is one clean headshot to send him back.
Emilio took cover, steadied his aim, and peered through the scope.
This was the Dag, the Dag that had killed Ben, the Dag that had threatened Otis, Daisy, DJ.
Everything faded away, Emilio could hear his heart beat.
He aimed at Dag's head, and fired.
The bullet left the gun and sailed at Dag, it broke through the now fragile glass and entered Dag's skull, the mere force from the bullet shattered skin and bones.
Dag's head exploded into tiny fragments of bone and meat, the headless body stood there and then fell down, and then Hell reclaimed it.
Emilio ran down the junk and saw something particular, it looked like a little pointed stone.
It was Dag's biggest tooth.
He picked it up, and brushed it off. And then Emilio put Dag's tooth in his pocket.
He looked around, the fire for chickens still glowed, Dag's chair still stood there.
Emilio looked at his rifle, then, as if it were but a routine, loaded the full 5 bullets back into the gun. He sat down with his rifle, trying to warm himself by the fire.
I guess now the dilemma is finding my way home. He thought.
God, I didn't ruin anything, haven't I? All of this, they even said themselves, I made it better. I should stop acting like a bitch.
Emilio looked at his sniper rifle.
Everything changes. You don't like to like it, you just have to accept it.
He sat on there for a good 15 minutes thinking when an old voice interrupted him.
"Looking to find your way home, son?"
Emilio turned around, there was Miles.
"Miles?" Emilio said, "Please don't kick me."
Miles chuckled, "Oh I'm not gonna do any of that, son. You're Emilio right?"
"Yes," said Emilio,
"Heck of a name." said Miles, "You know, things were different before DJ showed up, and then he married Daisy, and then calamity just took over."
"SO he tells me." said Emilio
"And then you came along," said Miles, "You took Daisy and challenged DJ, as your cow form of course. But you made things better in that regard, everybody's happier now. And that's thanks to you."
"Really?" said Emilio, "Gosh thanks Miles. I wish I could get home."
"Well…" said Miles, "You've seen the documentary. Let's go find that bike shop."
Emilio smiled and got up.
