Hey there, all you readers out there, that are sticking to this story. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Right now Elsa and Anna are gaining help from Crafters and the UNSC Agency. What is that? Why is that? Why Magnus and not Covenant? Well, the universe has no edge, now does it?
Chapter 4: The Neon Dimension
Jones tells everyone, "We are in a dimension, called Neon, the Neon Dimension. We don't know a lot about it, so be on your guard …at all times. Now come on, we need to find something useful and a way out of here."
Jones leads the team through the abandoned town.
They look through the buildings. All of the structures were either burned or ravaged through, or both. They saw corpses, carcases, on the ground and puddles of fresh blood everywhere, making the Arendellians gasp in horror. Cars, trucks, motorcycles, all destroyed; there were no signs of life anywhere. (David: Hey Narrator, if you see something, point it out). I can do that… Hey, David, your shoes untied. (David: Oh thanks). David quickly ties his green shoe.
They eventually come across a police station. There were many assault rifles and magnums on the floor.
Jones collects one of each weapon and ammo from the remainings.
They continued on through the massacre, but Anna looks back at the havoc with her sister doing the same.
"What could have done this carnage?" Elsa said in a horrified voice.
David replies, "I don't know, maybe it was Carnage, or Venom, or both. Or maybe it was Rorschach. But some'm did it, tell ya that."
"You're not helping," Elsa said shaking her head him.
"Oh, sorry, here, let me try that again." He clears his throat. "Well, we're not dead. You're welcome."
"Right," Elsa said, not sure what to think of his comment.
David, how exactly did you help her? (David: Well, Narrator, I gave her something to be thankful for. She still has an acting purpose). How sweet. (David: Thank you). I was being sarcastic because I don't like you. (David: Eh, I'll take what I can get).
Anyway, the heroes continued on. They reach the outskirts of the town, where they see enormous mountains layered with nothing but snow in the distance.
"Hey, Elsa, did you do that?" David joked.
"That's not funny," she replied.
"Eh, it's kinda funny."
"We need to go to those mountains to get off of site, for now." Jones told everyone while pointing at the snowy caps.
"Well how are we going to get there?" Sky asked.
"We walk," Jones declared.
"Why don't we use that obvious and hovering car that's glowing yellow to the left, at that broken building's parking lot that we all somehow missed until just now," David pointed to the torched neighborhood, where there was a vehicle.
"We noticed it!" Ryan, Jerome, and Mitch claimed.
David shouts into the air. "You can keep telling yourself lies, but it won't make you any better!"
The team change direction towards the floating vehicle.
POW!
A gunshot is made and hit the ground before them, making Anna jump.
A strange man peeks out of a broken window and is revealed to have rugged clothes and a rifle in hand.
The man shouts in a southern accent. "That was only a warnin' shot ya raider scum! Now get away from ma cranb—wait a gosh darn minute. Ya don't look lak raiders… Who sent ya? Why do ya'll want ma cranberries?!"
Jones steps forward and raises his hands. He announces in a soothing tone to the stranger, "Sir, calm down, we aren't here for your, 'cranberries'. No one sent us, we are here on our own behalf, to escape sudden death."
"Yeah, well so'm I." The man reloads his rifle.
"May I ask you a few questions… sir?" Jones asked politely.
"Okay, shoot!" The man said and aims his gun at David.
David suddenly exclaims. "Whoa, why are you aiming it at me?! Aim it at Sky, he's much more easier to hit." He gestured to Sky.
"Hey!" Sky responded, offended.
"Nah, don't worry, it's not like it'll kill ya."
"Can you guys shut up, thank you!" Jones hissed. "So, sir, might I ask for your name?" He questioned the man.
The man looks up and thinks. "Ummm, I can't remember. I think it was 'Lunatic' cuz that's what people been callin' me."
"Uh, okay? So what happened here?"
"Shoot! Ya'll really aren't from here, are yuh? Well… have you ever heard of a… Ghostown, cuz that thang came 'ere, and it did all this. Isn't that right, Clyde the Cranberry?" The man pulled out a cranberry, proving to be crazy.
"And what exactly is a Ghostown?" Jones questioned expectantly.
"A Ghostown is this big, furry beast with big sharp claws and the nose that can smell ya a mile away. There are many types of these thangs. The types are usually identified by what comes out there mouth. Some breath fire, some ice, and some dark matter or somethang lak that. Oh, and the reason why they call them Ghostown is because that's what they do; they make ghost towns. Lak this city that once had cranberry people."
"And how exactly did you survive, no offense," Jones finished with a raised hand.
"Well when the Ghostown came, I hid in with my cranberries in the cellar for a couple seconds, or months, I forget which one it was, I think it was centimeters."
"Here's another question: In the carnage, why did the blood puddles look recent—?"
"W-What blood?" The man stuttered.
"The blood from all of the dead bodies in the town."
"Yeah, it was awful." Anna added.
"Truly, just awful," Elsa added as well, with a frown,
The man pauses for a moment. "Oh, those were probably from the raiders, they are definitely a real problem. You should see them. They are vicious, out for blood. They are everywhere, you guys need to be careful out there, it's dangerous. So where are you guys from, you say you're not from this dimension?"
"I've never said that, and what happened to your accent?" Jones inquired with a smug look behind his visor.
The man freezes with a lack of words, but only says, "Umm—"
POW!
He fired his rifle at Sky, hitting him in the chest, then sprints into building.
"Hah, I told you you're easy to hit!" David yelled to Sky.
Jones jumps through the window to chase the man, who he finds going down a set of stairs to the cellar, right after he removed a crate that hid them. Jones rushes over to him as he quickly goes step by step, then finally reach the bottom. The man reaches over to an electricity sword on the ground that is identified as one of Magnus' weapons, but he was too late. The Spartan tackles the man, then pins him against a wall.
Jones looks around the room and sees many enchanted items, including a book all about Ghostowns.
"Start talking!" Jones demanded the man, threateningly.
The man panics. "Okay, I did it! I summoned the Ghostowns! But I didn't mean to! I was just studying them, like Jigsaw and Azrael told me to, or they'd have Undertaker chop all of my limbs off! They didn't tell me why, just to do it! Then it happened! Then after that, I kept trying to put them back where they came from! But this guy, Magnus, he said if I stalled you until he showed up, he'd terminate all of the Ghostowns! I am so sorry!"
Jones shakes his head slightly. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
"There are two working trucks in the buildings garage, aIong with the car outside… I really didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Well you should have thought about that before you tampered with power you do not understand… And you just shot my teammate!" Jones angrily exclaimed.
"Yeah, okay-okay, I can see why you're mad. But I only did it to protect our planet."
"Oh yeah, well I'm trying to protect the universes! Heh, I should just leave you here and see what Magnus wants to do with your failure."
"N-N-N-N-N-N-NO! Please, please don't, you don't know what he'll do to me!" The man panicked
"Relax, I've fought Magnus long enough to know that he won't do anything to you." Jones assured.
"Oh thank goodness." The man sighed.
"Herobrine will do something to you."
"What?! No, please! Please! Please! I'll do anything!"
Jones pushes him harder against the wall. "Look! I'm a nice guy, I know you probably didn't want to do this, but you need to find a different way to fix this mess." He lets the man go. "Now, where's the garage and the trucks?"
"Just follow me."
The man leads Jones to a highly damaged garage and two hovering… vans?
"Hey, wait a minute! These are vans, where's the trucks?" Jones complained.
"Are you going to complain, or are you going to take the vehicle?" The man responded.
"I see your point."
"Here's the keys." He tosses Jones the a key to a van, "I'll drive one right behind you."
They both get into individual vans and start them up. They drive out of the garage and out onto the sidewalk, outside, where they find the others.
Jones gets out of the van and tells Sky, who looked well and undamaged, "Hey, sorry about leaving like that. Are you okay?"
Sky replies, "Don't worry about it, dude, I've got butter apples."
"Okay, what does that mean?" Jones said, puzzled.
"Oh, butter apples regenerate my health." Sky explained.
"Oh, well… okay?" Jones then raises his hands to get everyone's attention. "Okay everyone please get in the vans, or for Elsa and Anna, the biggish, hovering, floating, futuristic, vehicle… alright?"
Jason asks him, "Yes, but what about the car? You know, the whole reason why we came here."
Jones looks over to the man, as he gets out of the van, gaining dirty looks from everyone else, except David. (David: Yeah, I heard the narration). "No, I don't think we'll be needing it that much," said Jones.
David asks, "Well how many seats is th—?" It's eight seats including the drivers. "Well thanks, Narrator." You're welcome, just trying to save you some time.
"It's an eight-seater," Jones answered, even though I already did, thank you very much. I never get any credit as the Narrator! "But does anyone else know how to drive a car?" Jones asked out loud.
"I could drive," Jason stepped up,
"Alright. we're set!" Jones looks behind and notices that the man has left with the leftover car. "Huh, no goodbye?" He brings his attention back to the group. "What are you all waiting for?!" He tosses the a key to Jason. "Let's get a move out!"
"I call shotgun!" David yelled as he invites himself into the passenger seat of Jones' van, while everyone else stacks up into the each vehicle, with Jerome and Mitch explaining to Elsa and Anna that the van won't hurt them and is totally safe, not explaining that the vehicles could blow up or go very fast or any other bad thing that could lead to their demise.
"Follow me, we're going into the snowy mountains!" Jones shouted to Jason.
They drive off, with what looks like smooth road ahead.
(David: 48 minutes, 13 seconds later. So how has everyone's day been? I'm just tryin' to get ya readers involved. My day's been great so far. I've made new friends, I think. Right, Narrator?). No, I hate you.
"Are we there yet?" David asked Jones directly.
"No." Jones replied annoyed.
"Are we there yet?" David asked again.
"No." Jones responded.
"Are we there yet?" David asked again.
"No." Jones responded, becoming more annoyed by each word said.
"Are we there yet?" David asked again.
"No!"
"Are we there yet?"
"NO! We are not there yet! We are only more than halfway there! Just shut up!" Jones snapped, as he heard Anna and Elsa giggling behind him.
"...Are we there yet?"
"Oh my G—YES! Yes, we are here!"
"You liar!" David pointed at Jones.
"Is there anyway we can get their faster?" Ryan asked in the back seat.
David explains. "We have vans, what did you expect? But with movie magic, you don't have to wait for this long trip! Advertisement here!"
"What are you advertising?" Anna asked.
David sighs, "Absolute boredom, and cool hats, for some reason. When are we going to see some action?!" He whined to Jones.
Jones responds, "No, we can't risk losing Elsa to the enemy."
"Who is Magnus," Jerome added, just wanting to participate.
"So here we are all, crowded up in a van, Jones, Me, Elsa, Anna, Ryan, Jerome, Mitch, and Ian." Said David. "What a bunch of misfits and freaks we got here. I love it!"
Ryan asks everyone in the van, "Sorry to bud in like this, but what are we going to do to pass the time?"
"Well we can say our names and say something about ourselves. Here I'll go first. Hi, I'm David, I love to blow stuff up, I may have used a couple mods behind everyone's back, and I love to blow stuff up… and I will have the Gjallarhorn. I don't care what I have to do to get it, I will have the Gjallarhorn, or the Iron Gjallarhorn, with Wolfpack Rounds for days, bro!"
"I'm Agent Jones Carson, and like to help people that can't help themselves. Which is why I'm here."
"Alright, good job, Spartan-Man." David joked. "Elsa, why don't you go next?"
"Okay, hi I'm Elsa. I am the Queen of Arendelle and I have winter magic which… well, it once caused a problem which I'm not comfortable to announce."
"Don't worry, we all know exactly what happened that day and trust me when I say I've done a lot more worst than that," David assured. "ALRIGHT! Anna, your next."
"Okay, hello, hi, I'm Anna, sometimes I can be clumsy, and I loooove chocolate."
"Yeah, put that on your resume for the next Disney film," David mumbled, sort of, not really.
Anna asks, "What's a Disney—?"
"Ryan, would you care to go?!"
Ryan proceeds in a deep voice, "I'm Batman! My parents were murdered in front of me when I was a kid! I then became one with my fear of bats and now bring justice to every criminal on the street!"
"That, uhhhh, is not true at all!" David said truthfully. "You visited your parents last Christmas, and you aren't BATMAN… Batman is way more cooler than you!"
"Just let it go!" Ryan tries to hide a laugh.
"And now the moments gone, thanks a lot, Ryan, you ruined the game with your awful joke."
POW!
Jerome punched Ryan in the shoulder.
"What was the joke," asked Elsa, truly not understanding it. "All he said was 'let it go'."
All of the Crafters burst out laughing.
Jones stops the game, "Hey guys! We have arrived! All we need to do now is to get up there, which shouldn't be a problem because our vehicle can hover. So just relax as we head off the enemy's radar, I hope." (David: Spoiler! Elsa dies, like five times! Yeah, I know right, very believable information—He said sarcastically! Oh, what was that? Did you hear someone other than me say something that didn't include the word 'sarcastically'?). Just shut up. Stop talking. (David: You stop talking). I'm the Narrator. You all depend on me.
And now they are on the run. Magnus knew they would retreat into the Neon Dimension, and now they know of a beast known as a Ghostown.
And now that you know of dimension and universes, watch out for little hints in the scenery or dialogue, they'll be hints for future events, maybe in this story, or maybe the next, but I do recall Mr. McLuntic blabbering about something, and it's not the Ghostown.
Because that universal force that has been said to have been watching Elsa before she was even born, is closer than you, or anyone ever thinks. (David: What about me?). I'm not talking to you. (David: Then stop writing me in!). I'm not writing, I'm typing. Two different things. Anyway, universal force, blah, blah, blah. It's movin' around and is closin' in. It's a nightmare. (David: You're still writing me, by the way). *sigh* (David: You just wrote in your own sigh. Oh I'm sorry, typed. Hey, look at me, I'm the Author. I type stuff that I think is cool but is actually—). Do you want a Gjallarhorn or not?! (David: I love your writing and lore of the story! You're amazing! Magnus is a great villain! And-And all of these chapters are great! Thank you so much for this Spark!). No, shut up! Don't—! (David: I'm going to break more fourth walls! MWA HA HA HA... ha... Yeah, you don't get Author's Notes like this just anywhere).
