Amy's p.o.v****
He stood there. But it wasn't Gasser. This child was...darker, more brooding, with something wrong. In his eyes, but I couldn't place it, something was off. And it unnerved me, thinking about the happy-go-lucky Gasser that I'd left, returning to one that stood a few inches taller, dressed in dark-wash jeans, a black t-shirt with a black jacket over it, with silver buckles along the sleeves. His hair was the same, if not slightly more in his face, casting a shadow over his face.
That couldn't be his face. It was too mature, too serious, too...emotionless. That was it. He seemed like a shell of the boy he used to be, emptied of everything and now void of emotion, starring at us like an evil robot, with nothing behind his eyes except power and darkness that should never have been associated with a kid like Gasser.
"It's been longer than expected. I assume you got lost with your incompitent abilities to do anything according to plan."He said in an empty voice, that barely sounded like his.
I glared, fists tight as I took in this Gasser. I expected him to become stronger, but to become this...no. He didn't become this. He wasn't really evil. He couldn't be. Something was controlling him, something had to have been held over his head in order to make him do this. This, I knew, was not Gasser.
"Hey, don't get it twisted, just because you're our friend don't mean we wont beat you like a drumstick!"Bobobo exclaimed, and I looked back, some nervois part of me praying that the comment meant he wasn't angry...
He and Don Patch were dressed in kimonos, holding chicken drumsticks in their hands and stomping their feet, intense looks on their faces as Don shouted,
"Beat! The drumbstick! Beat beat the drumstick!"
"Ha. Just as crazy as ever."Gasser said, the laugh sounding hollow, practiced.
I looked down, seeing him pulling out his hand from a pocket, the hand beginning to glow with a familiar yellow fume. I tightened my body, moving immediatly in front of everyone and holding out my arms, glaring cooly at Gasser, who hardly glanced my way before he dissapeared in a quick blur, me feeling a foot push off on my shoulder, my eyes going wide.
Before I could even breathe he was already behind me, unseen to my eye as he shouted,
"Fist of the Backwind: Burrito Bowl!" I spun around, only in time to see him slam his hand into Bobobo's face, sending Bobobo backwards and into a wall. Beauty stumbled, falling on her butt against the wall behind me, Don Patch and Jiggler immediatly switching into hair hunter shirts with Gasser's logo on them.
"Yeah! Good job boss!"Jiggler cheered, Bububu and Over(Hey Over!) gaping at the two. Gasser didn't even look back, instead turning his head slightly, eyes focusing lazily down on Beauty, who looked up at Gasser in horrified shock. Some instinct inside me made me prepare to defend Beauty, even if it WAS from Gasser.
"Hey!"I shouted, anger twisting inside me from the events that had taken place in the last five minuets. Gasser tore his gaze from Beauty, looking over at me with a raised eyebrow. I still coulding believe this grey-haired rebel was Gasser. It wasn't...right, seeing him in a hair hunter's base. And it was wrong that I had to fight him. Gasser, the kid who I assumed would take care of my little sister and eventually get up the guts to ask her out!
But not a hair hunter.
"Yes?"He asked, as if I were bothering him! I clenched my teeth together for a second to avoid saying anything I shouldn't have. I took a deep breath, then said in a controlled voice,
"What are you doing? We're your friends, not your enemies! Or was all of that training with us and defeating the Chrome Dome with us just a game to you?"
Nothing on his face changed, not one damn thing.
"You were my friends, but I mearely used you to get stronger. I never claimed otherwise. When we split up I found new 'friends', and now look at me. Stronger than you could ever imagine."He said monotonously, eyes dark and mouth in a frown. Oh hail no. I didn't care if he WAS being manipulated, this spikey-haired punk was getting it!
I spun around and whipped out a foot, sending it whizzing through the air, kicking at nothing. I processed that he was going to make a counter attack and pulled a Matrix, bending backwards and thanking my lucky stars that Bububu made me take that gymnastics class. A fist flew over me and I flipped, pulling my feet up and trying to kick at Gasser and again assaulting the poor, defensless air.
I pushed off with my hands, landing solidly on my feet and looking forward, seeing Gasser standing there calmly, nothing fazing him as his grey hair hung partially in his face, a yellow aura glowing in his hands.
"Hm, I'm impressed. You've gotten strong, for a girl with petty emotional issues."He satired, and I saw red.
Make fun of my clothes, fine. Make fun of my tattoo, that's okay. Make fun of my hair, my face, my height, go ahead. Make fun of my friends, I do on an hourly basis. But make fun of my inner turmoil on which my entire plotline is based off of? This kid was going to have a whole new meaning to the word 'hurt'.
"You're going down kid!"I shouted, lunging at him, only to be stopped short.
Two arms wrapped around me and I fought them, kicking and flailing as Bububu shouted,
"Hey, stop it! Beauty doesn't need to see this!" I panted, looking over at Beauty who was standing, but shaking a bit, biting her lip and looking at the two of us in despair and worry. Literally, the only thing holding me back from ripping Gasser a new one was Beauty...and Bububu's iron-like grip.
"This hall's crampin' my style anyway! Let's take this somewhere more spacious!"Bobobo exclaimed, raising his hands in the air. I mentally crossed my fingers and muttered,
"Please not Bobobo World, Please not Bobobo world.."
"To Ridiculously Dangerous Battlefield!"Bobobo exclaimed, and the world around us wavered.
The hall evaporated and turned into a dark blue room, large and extensive, but with nothing that I would call dangerous, especially not ridiculously so.
"Hm, this doesn't seem-"
"EEEEKk!"I spun, heart beating rapidly and wondering what kind of trouble the guys had found...
Don, Jiggler, Dengakuman, and Battleship were all huddled together, shaking and starring at what appeared to be a praying mantis climbing up the wall, moving lazily.
"It's ridiculously dangerous!"Don Shouted, swatting a purse at it.
"Why would you send us to a place like this?!"Jiggler exclaimed, crying into his hankie.
"I want my mommy!"Battleship cried, rocking back and forth and sucking his thumb.
"...Not a whole lot's changed, has it?"I mused, face fallen.
"Welcome to Ridiculously Dangerous Battlefield! Where everything is exactly what it seems! Now, Gasser, prepare to..."Bobobo paused and, in a tornado of blue and yellow, threw down a Twister Mat and shoved the spinner into Bububu's hands, pointing to the mat and shouting to Gasser, who stood temptingly close to me, "Face me in Extreme Twister!"
"What's so extreme about it?"Bububu asked, but I got a bad feeling from this game...mainly because the yellow, red, blue, and green dots were glowing an unhealthy glow... I turned, looking at Beauty, who's face was crumpled in worry and confliction. Couldn't blame her, she was watching the boy she cared deeply for fighting his own friends. I couldn't let her get hurt, on top of all of that.
"Beauty, stay behind Bububu, okay?"I instructed, and she looked up at me with big eyes.
"But-"
"No, stay. Let us fight this one."I demanded, and turned, only to see Bobobo literally in thet shape of a pretzel on the Twister mat, Gasser standing there as empty-eyed as ever as Bububu boredly called out left foot green.
"Enough."Gasser said harshly, and pulled his hand back, a yellow gass filling it up.
"Not so fast!"I exclaimed, jumping forward and seeing him slowly, nonchalantly turning his head towards me, eyes narrowed.
"Fist of the Backwind: Extreme Odor."He said, spinning around and throwing a yellow ball at me.
I ducked, spinning and kicking it, sending it right back at him at full-speed. Without hesitation, he raised a hand, the ball shooting right into it as he clenched his hand into a fist, destroying his own attack. I stood straight, everyone looking at us with a strong tension in the air. And rightfully so. We knew we would have to fight Gasser from the get-go, the second we announced that he'd joined this organization. But we weren't prepared to find him standing there in full hair-hunt uniform, with such a merciless, bored look in his eyes.
We weren't prepared to see that he was so like a hair hunt commander.
"Gasser."I said, seriously, wanting to ease this feeling in my gut, "Before we fight you, I want you to answer something for me." He paused, then nodded quickly.
"Alright." I thought of Beauty, of our memories with Gasser, and how innocent he used to be.
This was not the same boy. And if he were being controlled, asking why wasn't going to do anything.
"Are you willing to kill us for the Neo Chrome Dome?" Everyone tensed up, and Gasser's eyes got even darker, hands beginning to glow yellow as his jacket moved with the intense fource of his aura.
"You tell me."He mused, and then placed his hands in front of him, shouting,
"Super Fist of the Backwind: Silent But Deadly!"
I gasped, jumping backwards as a massive explosion shot right at me, tearing up the floor as it went.
"Super Fist of the Nosehair: Whoever Smelt it Dealt It!"Bobobo exclaimed, as my back slammed into the wall, squeezing shut my eyes as I prepared for a foul surprise...
"Hm?"I mused, opening one eye after awhile.
...I really shouldn't have opened my eyes.
"Noseplug Man!"Bobobo exclaimed, as a massive noseplug stood in front of me, with a black bandana around it's head and nunchucks made of smaller noseplugs in his hands. I paused, frowning, and inched bit by bit away from him, to Over.
"You, uh, You're goin' down!"Noseplug Man exclaimed in a stuffed-up voice, doing a series of cool moved with his nunchucks.
"Noseplug Man can't smell your attacks! So just give up!"Bobobo exclaimed, and I gazed up at him. Never, in any battle, had I ever heard him tell an opponent to 'give up'... So, even Bobobo didn't want to fight Gasser.
"Wha?"Noseplug man asked, looking over at Bobobo with his two large eyes, "I never said I couldn't smell." Bobobo's jaw dropped, but he recovered as quick as ever.
He reached over and picked up Noseplug Man, spinning him around and shouting,
"Fine! SUPER CONGESTION THROW!" He threw Noseplug Man far, slamming down right on top of Gasser. Dust kicked up in the room and I covered my nose, watching as the dust slowly cleared, waiting to see the damage done...
"What?!"I exclaimed, seeing Gasser sitting cross-legged, face finally showing some emotion...but it was twisted, and I wished he went back to emotionless-void.
He had a smirk that split half his face, eyes still dark but with a bit of an evil glint in them.
"Huh?"Bobobo mused, seeing Gasser chuckle a bit, almost creepily...no, strike that, totally creepily.
"Good one. Almost didn't see that one coming. But don't worry, I wont make the same mistake again."He mused, standing up, shoulders hunched over.
"Gasser...what happened to you?"Softon asked, and Gasser raised his head a bit, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"What happened?"He asked, "...Let me show you."
