Chapter Seven

"Well well well! Look who's ready to bleed!" Nathan Drake turned, not pleased in the slightest of who his opponent was. It was like Noire was intentionally testing him. "As much as I'd rather make sure Radec goes back to his grave for blowing up my truck the first time, or making Kratos pay, using you as a punching-bag would be just as satisfying!"

Noire and Uni watched from above. "My money is on Nathan Drake but… Kane's still bent up on that ice-cream? What does he want to be paid with? Money? Souls? Blood?" The goddess of Lastation shook her head for a moment, reaching for a bag of popcorn.

The sister just blinked with a smirk on her face. "Maybe he wants to be paid in something else." Uni tried her best not to giggle. "You know where I'm getting at, right? 'Foe Yay'? Go on TVtropes?" Noire just groaned a bit at her sibling's comments.

"Why don't you ask him that yourself? You go on the internet way too much…" The arena took form of the Time Station, the bell rang and Nathan Drake wanted to at least keep the mad-clown at a distance, far away from him as possible. His only way of doing that was kicking barrels to Sweet Tooth's path.

Sweet Tooth himself even had trouble keeping balance. He was not exactly the most agile when not in his vehicles of destruction, but threatening if one got close enough. He jumped onto a platform to avoid any more of it, setting down a land-mine. "keep this up buddy! It's bad enough I can't kill or torture anyone here, I'm going to have to decide between sweeping you with a Level Three, or lower supers! Which would be more or less painful?"

"I'm more concerned about which one would end it faster on my part!" Nathan Drake saw the explosive laid down, and knew he could not risk it at all. He would have to draw his enemy over, as much as he hated clowns. "It'd be great if maybe you'd put a shirt on, the only thing scarier than your murderous tendencies is the fact you haven't been shaving that ice-cream filled beach-ball." Sweet Tooth's eye widened under his mask.

Clearly the insult worked, Sweet Tooth jumped down and pointed his gun, firing at Nate's face.


Pupul was beside the tired Neptune, no one else had came back just yet, and would have rather watch Sweet Tooth and Nathan Drake fight. Nepnep was not injured, but told to rest regardless of what did or didn't happen. "I can't shake this out of my head! Is something is being planned? PaRappa acted pretty odd, Mael kept looking toward the skies, and now everyone seems to be hesitant around me!"

Looking into the mirror with bags under her eyes, she groaned. "Look kid, the last thing I heard from Noire was about of Prince of Hell, do you know him? Gigadis?" Pupul jumped, turning her head to see Raiden. Parts of his armor were removed, showing third-degree burns.

"Gigadis? Did people see him?" Raiden nodded softly. "That explains a lot, why didn't anyone tell me? And why is it such a big deal? He's harmless, for the most part!" He just grunted, feeling the robotic nurse next to him tend to the burns still.

Raiden waited a moment for the swabs to be removed, so he didn't feel like clenching his teeth. "That's what people are afraid of. Someone like Hades would be taken as a threat, but he wishes to just stay in the audience. The Hell Prince on the other hand, was seen flying around after people said he was shot off somewhere. And he is not in the bleachers."

Neither of them noticed that Neptune was awake by now from the conversation. "Sorry none of us told you Pupuru…" Pupul just gave a soft smile of forgiveness, Kuu rubbing up against her. "Say, do you know where Mr. Grimm went? I didn't get a proper chance to thank him for getting me out of there..." Both of them shook their heads.

"The reaper that's jacked up on souls, right? He left the moment you knocked yourself out in exhaustion. That usually doesn't happen to fighters. You sure you're up for this?" Neptune just laughed with Raiden, who had a look of serious concern.


Coming from the portal and hissing, the large arachnid stared down Sweet Tooth and Nathan Drake. "Aw hell! First clowns, now spiders? We're only so lucky that I can deal with that and this is just a virtual reality!" The spider was fierce, spitting acid at the two smaller than itself. It was non-thinking almost, unlike the one everyone had met on a journey once. "Timber!" Ridding of the blue aura around him, Nate pushed columns onto the clown, who exploded on impact.

Sweet Tooth growled. "Neither of us are gonna win with that spider in the way hitting all of our traps!" The acid pouring out triggered each land-mine. "Blast off!" Pulling out a remote control from his shorts, a missile went straight for Nathan Drake. It was homed in, and he couldn't dodge it.

It was two for the clown, one for the treasure hunter. "Too easy almost! I would have preferred you running around longer… But I have business to take care of!" Sweet Tooth sliced at the respawned Nathan Drake, spinning around with the chainsaw as Nate's recovery ran out and was smacked around.

One last swing made Drake roll back toward his blockade. Shooting at the clown and tossing bombs. "Between him or that giant spider, gonna have to choose which one to avoid… Aw crap!" The poisonous spit from the arachnid came flying, there wasn't any choice but to run towards his enemy then. "Hold still big guy!"

Grabbing onto part of his straps, Nathan Drake kicked him down and took the AP flying out. "Gotta gain power faster than this or- Dammit!" Fires from Sweet Tooth were trying to scorch the thief, all he could do in retaliation was kick barrels over to at least activate a Level One, or steal AP from the psychopath.

He aimed and fired at the clown, only now wishing that Noire and Uni allowed items to these fights. Nathan Drake hid behind a barrier once more to reload, but felt himself attacked from behind. "I found yoooou! Take this now!" Strapping on dynamite to his back, Nate was kicked up toward the walls and exploded.

"Match over! Victory goes to Needles Kane, AKA Sweet Tooth!" Noire shouted. Upon return, Nate gave a look of disappointment. "Next up will be the counterpart of the hero, Evil Cole against the Legend of Dragoon warrior; Dart!"

From the audience, Evil Cole gave a look of mischief. "Well then. This will be interesting…"


"Pitting Evil Cole against another newbie seems like a terrible idea, don't you think?" Nathan Drake commented the the good counterpart. "The guy is ruthless and powerful. Next to Kratos, he's rather… You know, chaotic?" Cole just shrugged. It was true for the most part, that his 'bad-side' was a bigger threat in multiple ways.

He wanted to respond, but saw the warrior pass by. "Hey there. Good luck on fighting the… Other me." Dart didn't even turn to his direction, Cole didn't even see his face or get an answer of the sort as he walked to the arena. "Huh. The quiet RPG hero type. If only Pupul and Neptune could learn from that. Right?" Nathan Drake just shook his head, unimpressed at the comment.

A chuckle came from the nearby victor, Sweet Tooth. Drake felt himself caught by surprise and step back for a moment. "So Nate, tell me, how does it feel to lose to someone who is often considered 'low-tier' in Uni's words?" Cole would have groaned at this, no one often uses Uni's 'tier' list because most often it's considered ridiculous.

Even at that very moment Uni showed up just in time before any of them made a remark about her list. "What perfect timing! I had a few questions for the winner!" None of them could get a word out as the girl just spouted what she felt like. "Needles, you're still in knots about when you first met Kratos! Right? What do you want him to pay with exactly?"

It would have been an unusual question, but not for the clown. "He ain't got money in his skirt of his, so his blood and the pleasure of killing him would be good enough!" Uni dropped her cheerful expression, twitching for a moment. It actually concerned Sweet Tooth. "Hello? You in ther-"

"NOOOOOOO!! My fan-fiction is ruined by your statement!" Uni cried out, falling to her knees and grossly sobbing. The shout made anyone standing around cringe or startled.

… That was not the case for Nefarious though, as he busted down a door to respond.

"Quit your complaining, filthy squish-bag! I can't focus with your blubbering!"


((Uni confirm for slash fan here…

Okay, it's just a joke I threw in for extra laughs.))