HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE! (for real)

Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. The OCs continue their fight. But there is this one question: what would happen if the island had a maximum prison, and only some of the very top OCs (such as the OC Gang themselves) knew about it?

THE LONGEST HALLOWEEN EVER: PART 1

A few hours ago, on the island home of every fanfiction character in the world, everybody was looking forward to celebrating one of the best holidays ever. The founder of the island wanted to make the best party for it and had a gang of friends to help him out. They were in charge of watching over things and making it the best. But that fun was destroyed when an evil mastermind believed he could assemble every evil native of the island to join him to convince everyone to follow him…and earn their freedom by going to the real world and enslaving all of their creators. Many accepted that offer. But the OCs who didn't, ended up being captured, threatened, or decided to fight in order to stop the enemy.

The holiday of fear became more frightful than anyOC hoped or wanted. And only the founder's friends were in the way of the mastermind's, Credo's, goal of winning. They spent hours and hours trying to fight the bad OCs and protect the good ones. All eleven of them, plus other resistant fighters, were doing great until they were able to make it to another safe spot where all the refugees were. In an enouramous collection skyscrapers near the docs of the one section known as Omnisize City.

After a couple of hours, everybody was settling down from the drama that was happening, and the OC Gang felt like the only OCs who weren't having it easy. Unlike everyone else they had bruises and scorch marks on themselves and though they had the will power, they could barely stand or even bear sitting down.

Strike the Dragon Macaw, Skyler the Elf Owl, Hulk Bird, Nightfly the Blue Spix Macaw, Forrest the Pegasus, Jugal the Blue Spix Macaw, Will the Blue Spix Macaw, Zach the Green Cheek Conure, KJ the Blue Jay, Mikka and Demetrius…the humans, and eventually the rest of Garrett's Gang were all together, sitting at one corner. Trying to relax and wait as Strike and Demetrius were still attempting to trace Credo's radio signal to find him.

Their progress so far…was goose egg.

"Any luck yet?" Scott, one of the Gang members, asked.

"Nothing." Said Strike. "Still in progress."

Zach, "I'm surprised we've been this patient for so long."

Skyler, "I know, right? One thing I'm glad about is how we're able to still go on like this."

KJ, "Yeah. In fact…look guys, like you…the last thing I want to do is give up. But the question I have here is what do we do if we can't find him?"

Hulk, "Well, if we can't find him, then I know we can't recklessly make him come to us. He's stupid but not enough to fall for a trap."

Nightfly, "I hear ya. Plus, we've seen what he can do and he's convinced every badie nutjob to hunt us down. We need to think of something good either way."

Will, "Question is what?"

That was another thing to process on.

Out of everyOC in the room though, Strike was probably the one who felt the most conflicted. He was the newest OC to come to Fanfiction Island on its first Halloween night and he was hoping for his first night to be terrifically amazing. The first night where he could enjoy his new home, celebrate the holiday of horrors at sections that were entertaining, relaxing, cool, and most of all…he was hoping to do all of that with his new friends. Not just me, but with Skyler, Hulk, Nightfly, and everyone else in the gang. But obviously his first night was ruined and the only thing he was afraid of was seeing his friends struggling to not give up.

So looking at them and everyone else in the sanctuaries, Strike made a good scowl and decided to make a stand himself. He walked away from Demetrius, who didn't notice him leaving the spot where their small tracing box was. The crowd was big but they were all sitting and he was able to walk through it before reaching a small stage. Where he could stand above everyone and be ready to say something.

He breathed and was able to use one of his robotic features to bring up a mic, just loud enough to have the refugees hear him instead of the bad guys outside. He began speaking, "Excuse me." No one but his team heard him yet. He tried again. "Excuse me! Hello, everyone." Everyone had his eyes on him. "Uh…I'm sorry if I'm disturbing all of you right now…but I wanted to talk. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Strike the Dragon Macaw. As most of you have heard, I'm the OC created by both the authors known as Strikethedragon and T8ECR34T0R. Well, I'm actually the newest OC that came to this island as a guest and fellow resident since this night began. So right now, I wanna take this time to ask each of you, what was the most enjoyable thing you've all done since you made this land your home?"

There was silence for a moment, because everybody processed on that question. Until one OC raised his hand. It was a little boy who looked like he was from a Pokemon or Hero Academia Section. He said aloud and nervously, "The most enjoyable thing I think I've done was going to the waterparks every weekend with both my parents, my friends, and my pokemon. We would go through slides, splash around, and go to buffets in the end." The kid smiled remembering those memories. Then another OC. She was a leopard and she raised her paw, saying that she enjoyed all the times when she and her fellow animals would go out hiking every morning in the mountains. Then came another saying he enjoyed hanging out at the beach with his family. Then another, and another, and another, and another. And so many other OCs kept speaking about all the fun they had since the island was done being made. Since that first night when they had that singing party at the Fantanic. It made Strike smile right before he spoke again. "Wow. Thank you everyone for sharing all those experiences. As for me…before this, I was hoping my most enjoyable time would be to spend this holiday with my best friends, my team. And while I did, it didn't end the way I wanted it to. Credo showed up out of nowhere, did something to brainwash the man who had the concept to make this island we call home, and ruined our party by making the bad OCs fight us. And he did enough of it so we could think hope was suddenly gone. (Sigh)…and now…Credo wants to prove that by somehow entering himself and his allies into the real world and destroy all of our creators. Now I know. I know the idea of it all seems scary and that…you're afraid, you're tired, hungry, angry, and feel like you've lost. But right now, I want to tell you otherwise. Each of us were all created by talented authors, to be put into stories that were meant to entertain people. To make them feel good and admire all of the gifts of storymaking that was displayed. We were all made for that, and every single one of the bad OCs are attacking us now because they're obviously not proud of the roles they were put in. Honestly, I can't blame them for feeling that way but what I can blame them for is how stupidly they've all given into their blowharded pride. They hurt my friends, turned most of our home into ash, and made us think that it's over. Well I'm not gonna take it anymore. Everyone, each of us are strong. Each of us are capable of extraordinary things, and when we assemble those things together, I believe we may have a better chance against our enemies!" Strike was really getting everybody's attention, so much that they all nodded and some of them stood up. "We were created to entertain folks around the world, and one man made this island for us so that way we can enjoy the life we have while we're not needed. I am not going to run and hide while our home is being taken by someone who's too weak to get out of character. I am ready to fight the enemy. I am ready to fight CREDO!" "Yeah!" The crowd responded. "And I won't be doing it alone. So are all of you ready? Are you all ready to fight for your home with me!?" "YES!" "Then let's be ready as we stand together on this night where we fight to get our home back!" "YEAH!" EveryOC in the room cheered and stood up, clapping and chanting, knowing he was right.

The time for running away from Credo and his army's wrath was so over. EveryOC banded into separate groups, and they were able to convince every other refugee around in the island to fight back before each group thought about what the best plan was. The plan to strike back. For The OC and OG Gang, they were together in their corner still. After saying how proud they were of Strike for making that stand, they discussed what plan they needed to execute.

Scott, "Alright, alright let's see."

Jugal, "Credo has been able to use the entire island's radio system to broadcast himself almost all night now."

Zach, "The question is where the exactly is the center of it all? Credo's got be there, right?"

Strike, "It would make sense of it was."

KJ, "Then again what if he's expecting us to think that? What if he's just using his own machines to hack into the system to lure into a wild goose chase?"

Will, "That sure sounds like Credo."

Danny, "Yeah. Kind of like how he might have his own machine to transport his army into the real world. I don't even understand how that idea could be possible."

While everyone was talking, Hulk Bird seemed to have been staring into space while thinking about something important in Credo's plan. Machine? Going to the real world? Mind controlling everyone that created an OC? Why would someone like Credo want to do that? Hulk's thought went on hard about that. "Wouldn't it be better just to mind control everyone? Or destroy the planet? Or even expand your army by traveling to other universes like before? This really doesn't seem right."

"Hey Hulk?" Skyler noticed him in the trance. "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine but…there's something about Credo's plan that doesn't make sense."

"What do you mean?"

"Hey guys?" He called the gang. "There's something important that's got my attention."

Mikka, "What is it?"

"Credo's plan. We know that he claims to 'free' us by mind control our creators but does anything about that still make no sense to you? We all know that it's impossible. How could Credo of all multiverse conquering tyrants have the power to go to the real world? The very place where we aren't real there as much as we are here."

KJ, "Well let's think. Many of the OCs here are scientists so perhaps they're creating the perfect portal machine."

Yili, "Maybe. I mean we've never even counted how many scientists there or even how many villains chose to follow Credo, so-"

Strike, "Guys, wait! What if he's right? What if Hulk's right? Credo's plan doesn't make any sense, why would he go to the real world and liberate OCs by mind controlling everyone when he's already 'freed' himself. He's brainwashed C and could do whatever he wants. So why would he care about freeing us? When did he start caring about anybody but himself?"

Those were good points. Credo was created to be the main antagonist to Garrett and in one of The Gang Stories but at times when he wasn't needed, he and many other bad OCs struggled to get out of their character. They would be pushy and pretty self-centered unless they decided to hang out with better friends or have their roles changed in the stories they're placed in. So why would Credo care about everyone else so much? Was it just to convince everyOC to follow his army? To rebuild the Black Navy, after what the HU Gang did to burn it, to remake his idea of the conquering the multiverse again?

Those were the thoughts on everyone's mind. Until Strike finally began to understand it. "What if it's just a hoax?"

Alisca, "What?"

"A hoax. W-What if the idea of going to the real world to brainwash our authors is a lie? A diversion to make us think about something else, to focus on the wrong thing rather than on him?"

Hulk, "Whoa. Actually that would make a lot of sense. Kind of like what they did for the third Iron-Man movie, right?"

"Kinda. Credo wants us to believe he's after the folks who made us so that way we'd be overpressured. Making us think about protecting them rather than our home."

Mikka, "Which is something that he might want for himself."

Zach, "Right. He tried conquering the omniverse and how well that ended. But right now, if he just wants a place to be left alone and not be told what to do, what place would be better and closer than this island? Heck, he might even be lying about having CR34T0R by his side? What if that's a hoax too?"

Scott, "Maybe. Maybe that really is it all along. But looking at how that would go, is he really just expecting us to sail away from this island?"

Strike, "If you think about it…yes. He wants to scare us off and…convince every villain and hero to fight each other until there's no OC left. No OC can be killed without someone writing that but over a battle like this…maybe that could change."

Jugal, "That kind of plan sounds crazy."

Hulk, "And if it is crazy…"

Everyone, "Then that definitely sounds like Credo!"

Strike, "All right then. If that really is it, then what can we do to top it?"

Scott, "Hmm…well, if Credo lied to us and wants to scare us off the island, then let's see if we can do what he wants."

Everyone, "Huh?"

That was a confusing response but once the plan was discussed over…it actually sounded better than anyOC in both Gangs thought.

One more hour later, all the way on the outside of everything, there wasn't a single section in the island that was clean from debris, ashes, blazing fires, and villains. About every hero or civilian type OC was still hiding while the villains were having their fun. Singing, chanting, and blow up more stuff. They had a real firework show and at one of the city section's biggest skyscraper, Sangers and Harley were sitting at the edge, and from out of the shadows came the fully emperor looking armored Credo. Behind his own mask he was smiling like all his comrades.

"Hehe. Now this, my sweets, is one heck of a Halloween party." Harley chuckled like an arkham asylum patient.

Sangers responded, "Well I don't you to focus on that whole 'enjoy it while it lasts' bid because I think this gonna be an eternal party for all of us."

"You have no idea." Credo whispered to himself, and his smirk showed that he had more thoughts for the party. "What do you two plan on doing while this is going on?"

"Hmm…" Sangers thought. "…I don't know, man but maybe I can turn half of the Rio Section into my own summer and winter pool house."

Harley, "Me? Maybe I can stick to making my plan a reality. Creating an Arkham Asylum theme-park!"

"That sounds original." Sangers chuckled.

"Uh excuse me but what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I just think an Arkham Asylum theme-park would be fun but don't you think that's also a little too obvious? I mean come on, you're an OC based on that Joker admiring nut job. Tonight is not the night for you to embrace what you were created for, tonight is the night where you get to embrace who or whatever the heck you WANT to be forever! So if you ask, don't waste your time on trying to build something as dumb as-" ZAP! Harley held a taser in her wing and quickly stung Sangers by his right shoulder. "Ow!" He screamed and glared at him like a fiery anime villain with a temper tantrum. "Hey, are you mad!" "That depends. Are you going to offend me again or apologize?" "Apologize?! You're the one who-Ow!" She did it again and laughed while Sangers wanted to keep yelling at her. Then it went that way from back and forth.

Credo was the kind of person who would be annoyed with two folks bickering over nonsense but with how close he was getting to victory, he felt like nothing would ruin his moment of eternal pleasure. But that was when the gangs were ready to execute the best trick ever.

Scott said…

Okay here's how it's gonna go; we are all having trouble having to locate Credo's hiding place, right? But what if we don't need to trace it? Strike, each section of the island has a different machine that creates the perfect power grid. If you, Mikka, and Demetrius find the best one, maybe you can use it to hack into all the other grids to create a blackout for everything but the radio system. After that, maybe you'll be able to easily get into that so you can create your holo-show like Credo did. You'll able to tell him and the villains that the we "give up" and that we'll be at the docs on the refugee boats.

And while the part of that plan is being proceeded, we know that not every villain plans on going there, so me and the rest of my gang will be at another side of the island getting all of their attention. After everything we've been through for almost one million years, I think we can handle those whiny dictators.

Then when everyone else is at the docs. That is where the OC Gang will be fighting them off to "the end."

Those were his commands, and after going over more of it, they knew exactly what to do and had all the firepower they needed, even agreed to make some needed changes. In fact…once Credo still had that ugly grin on his face, Scott and the others hid in the shadows after finding all the creeps, and prepared for one big call out.

All of the sudden…the lights went off and created total confusion for the villains.

"Hey what's going on?!"

"What the heck!?"

"This is nuts, man!"

Those were the crowd's words, and Credo just continued staring at all of the villains in the blackout with the same reaction. Nothing was in sight except for some characters that had light type powers, and then came a giant hologram of Strike.

"HELLO VILLAINS!" He yelled, and loud enough to hurt the ears of the bad guys.

He and his squad made it to one power grid and completed their phase. Strike was able to broadcast himself and get everybody's attention…in a shocking way. "Strike the Dragon Macaw is now here in the house and wants to let you that I have a surprise for you! Look, I know each and every one of you wiseguys wanna have power and enjoy your victory, so…(sigh)…I figured maybe it would be better if we surrendered instead of runaway. I wanted to get you guys all excited for the fact that me and every good OC is at the docs in the New Level York City Section. We're all escaping there and I want to let you also know that I don't want to ran away anymore. I surrender! And I hope you'll enjoy this Halloween's treat. See ya there." Then the hologram went off. Credo was curious as to why Strike would send off something like that, but unlike him, about almost every villain just cheered and ran, slithered, teleported, and or flew to where the refugees were. Credo believed that that message was more of a trick than a treat. But he didn't to warn anyone since they were all feeling too full of themselves with their accomplishment. They all just decided to race into it.

Credo just stayed behind and so did a few other villains who mostly went mad over their motorbike show. "What is he up to? Hmm…hopefully despite their numbers my army will be strong enough to hold them off. At least until Garrett comes back." He said to himself as he zipped down from the building to the ground. "All night since before this war started, my goodie-two-shoes doppelganger has been missing. If there's one thing I know about him is that unlike CR34T0R he's not a coward. So where is he?"

"You talk too much?" Said a voice behind him. "What?" He turned and saw Scott, who quickly banged him hard on the head with an iron glove. The mask protected him but the hit pushed him to the ground.

"Oh! Heck! What are you doing here?!"

"I'm here to teach some manners. Credo, you've been on everybody's throat ever since you got your power of Timeless Energy. So now's the time for you to chose; you can either stop and surrender now, or you can fight us and surrender the hard way."

"Oh really? Haha, I think we both know what the answer to that is." He slowly stood up. "And just so we're clear about something; I didn't become a villain when I gained my powers or became Enemy of the State. I became a villain the same reason why you became a hero. Because we were forcefully created to!" Credo charged at Scott with a sword from his armor. Scott was quick to dodge it and strike back with his gloves and a blaster. The two were in a quick brawl as the rest of the OG Gang popped out of the opne and fought the other baddies.

It was kung fu fighting central.

"Don't you get it? We are not real! We are characters made by a no good story writers. Built to entertain people instead of doing whatever the heck we wanted to do!" Credo said.

Scott proudly replied with a slam, "I know. Many of us aren't proud of that role in life but that only comes when we're actually needed for a good story. Why do you think C and Garrett built this island for everyone?"

"As a joke for more of his tales!"

"Wrong! And that lack of endurance you have doesn't give you the excuse to attack everything you know. Look the destruction you created! The kind of life you're offering is not something we all want!"

"And yet…I…WANT IT!"

Credo continued fighting. He wasn't strong as he used to be (in TGS:HU series) but he was still tough with martial arts. Scott didn't wanna give into his ideals so he fought back the same way. His gang did the same and they were winning.

For Strike and the other two, since they completed phase one, they went off to join the others at the docs. Though it was a challenge trying to hide from the flying and running villains they were following. It was like looking at black ants trying to cover mount everest.

At the docs, the rest of the OC Gang was standing together on a warehouse roof, watching every good OC making their slow and steady way to the fairy boats and ships that would help all them escape.

"You think this'll work?" KJ asked.

"I'd probably be surprised if it didn't." Skyler responded.

Will, "Yeah. Like Strike said, each of us are capable of extraordinary things."

Hulk, "And right now, all we care about doing is stopping the badguys and protecting the victims."

Zach, "No doubt."

Nightfly, "Which means we can't doubt on this."

Jugal, "Right. We got each other, we're the heroes, and we're the ones who are ready to finish the job."

Forrest, "And that's something that'll keep us strong together."

Then the OC Gang altogether said, "Right!" Feeling ready and invincible, the OC Gang thought nothing could stop them. The civilians kept going, until from the distance, everyone stopped as they heard flapping and tiny laughs. So the team turned and saw all of their adversaries charging at them. It was a freaking hour for them, then Hulk yelled "Get down!" before the eight dived and hanged into the edge of the roof. "Keep quite!" Forrest whispered and they witnessed the freaks still going down fast, and just before the civilians could scream, they disappeared or were phased through. Every defenseless or good OC suddenly disappeared when their enemies were at them, wanting to tear them and their ships apart, they felt totally shot by the max. That created even grater confusions until the lights in the island came back on and Skyler yelled "NOW!" The team let go and flew to their enemies as well as every other OC that was right behind all of them. They came out from the warehouses and the buildings and were charging at their threats. It was a surprise for them, especially since the army of heroes was much bigger than their foes.

"TRICK OR TREAT, JERKWADS!" Will yelled.

They all charged and the war was officially on. The OCs fought their foes and they were winning!

"AH HAHAHA!" Jugal and Hulk laughed, enjoying all the smashing and beating they gave.

"This is for choosing the wrong side, creeps!" Skyler yelled before casting a Disorienting Spell on ten of the bad guys in front of her.

KJ had her arrows ready. "Eat carbon fiber, hasbeens!"

Forrest gave good kicks to some of them while helping the good ones still. "If I haven't said this once then I say it now! Normally, I'm against fighting but when it comes to defending my friends, I'll make an exception! AAHH!"

Then for Sangers and Harley (who were also at the docs) they tried to fight back but noticed something was wrong. Harley tried hitting a mouse from the Thorn Valley Section with her circus hammer but it didn't even touch him. The mouse just phased through the hammer and was able to jump on another villain, and that quick snap made said villain teleport away. Harley was shocked so she tried again with other good guys but her attacks were useless. It was like fighting ghosts. "What the heck!" Then Sangers bumped into her.

"Ow!"

"What's going on?!" Sangers said to her. "Somehow every twerp I wanna fight keeps escaping from my bombs! It's only affecting our allies!"

"That's not the only weird thing going on, Sange! Look at every badie who keeps getting hit by a goodie-nobody!" She pointed to them all. The villains who kept getting hit were disappearing. "They're vanishing like video game characters!"

"Well how are they doing that!? They can't all be teleporting or ghost type heroes!"

"I don't know, but maybe we should-AHHH!" Then the two were overrun by three alligator OCs that flattened them before they got teleported away too.

"Oh yeah!" Strike screamed as he, Mikka, and Demetrius jumped in and Zach was the first in the team to notice them. "Guys! Glad to see you can join in!" He said to them.

Mikka, "You got that right!"

So since the three joined back in, the party became even more fun. "Let's get 'em, troops!" Hulk said, having two of his strongest friends jump on a few Vulture Trolls again. "Here's black in your eye!" Nightfly yelled and gave a good kick to another villain.

Throughout the whole area, not a single good OC was being threatened by the bad guys. Instead it was other way around. Somehow everyone but The OC Gang was untouchable and every villain who received a good hit kept being teleported away. Making the war finally look like the Halloween party every hero wanted.

Back at the otherside, with Scott and the OG members, they took out most of the baddies but Credo was still standing fighting.

"Why can't you just give it a rest already!?" Alisca yelled, trying to fight him with his own sword.

"Because tonight is a special night for me and me only!" Credo dangerously threw his sword and charged at everyone like a mad man. Nonetheless, they kept fighting and didn't give up as they served more hits. Comparing the battle they were enduring with to a Star Wars duel scene, things for them were better and at one quick second, when Credo was about to deliver the final blow at Scott, a sudden flare went off in the sky. "What the? AH!" Credo got in the head by Scott, and the hit pushed him through a wall before one floor fell on him.

"Oooh!" The Gang went, and then Scott got a call from his com set. "Scott. Can you hear me? It's Will."

"I hear you, Will. What's up?"

"We did it! Everybody's down! They fell for it!"

"Really? The whole plan worked?"

"Yeah it did! Every baddie who faced the fake holographic refugees got to teleported into the Chronus Prison by their punches!"

"Hahaha, great!" He and the others were very much proud.

"What about Credo and anyone else who stayed behind?"

"I say the poor guys are a bit crushed at the moment. But don't worry, we'll be able to bring them to the prison section very soon. You did good, guys. Thanks for everything you've done." Scott shut off his com and the friends all chanted for themselves. Unbeknowest to them though, while Credo was under a pile of debris, he was able to hear every word. So he quickly brought himself out and yelled! It got their attention and Credo was able to say to them, "Grr! I'm not going back to a Chronos Chamber ever again! Now you childish mooks ruined my fun, HERE COMES MY CALVARY!" He pushed a button on his wrist and from the distance it sounded like a swarm of cicadas were approaching the Gang but when they turned, they saw that it was a swarm of Garrett's robotic herupas…and they were all charging at them. The Gang were overrun by the small robots and didn't seem like match for their numbers and strength like before.

The OC Gang were still at the docs, after taking care of every dark soul, putting them in their place at the island's strongest prison section that was underground. The one place that the bad guys seemed to have never known about. After the huge battle they endured with, the team sat at the docs and rested.

"Man…now that was one heck of a show." Jugal sighed with a smile while laying down.

"Yeah." KJ did the same thing next to him. "I wished we thought about the prison a long time ago."

Hulk, "And save all the aggrevation? Yeah maybe you're right. Even for me this was nuts, haha."

Nightfly, "Well I suppose now it's too late. What matters is that we won. We saved everybody from being enslaved, stopped Credo from getting the island, and even if he really planed to take our authors on, then we saved them too. We are fighters and heroes who saved many worlds, through and through!"

Everybody was proud to hear that statement, but soon enough, it got sunked down when the Herupas approached them and attacked them the same way. Strike, Skyler, Hulk, Nightfly, KJ, Will Jugal, Zach, Forrest, Demetrius, and Mikka saw all of them and were willing to still fight back…but it was not enough. The Herupas took both Gangs down, and left Strike to be the last standing.

"Ugh! No!" Strike yelped. He may have been keeping himself up with his talons but the rest of his body was severely damaged. The Herupas were like mindless ravens to him and he had very bad scratches on himself, making his ability of endurance start to decrease. When the Herupas stopped attacking, he was surrounded by a tornado of them and trying not to seem scared. "Guys!" He was worried for his friends who disappeared. Then Credo appeared from out of the swarm and faced Striked. "You!" Strike yelled to him. "Dang right, trash sparrow." "You…(breathing heavily)…you…you are hard one to beat. I'll give you that." "Same goes for you." He kneeled down to Strike. "I'll admit you and your allies showed real bravery on this night of horrors. But I've tried to endure with everything for too long, so I don't plan on giving up and lose to the likes of wannabe heroes like you." "Well I'm sorry if you're not happy with your own life. But if you think I plan on giving up like this…then this party's not over for me yet, crapsack!" "Hmm…" Credo smiled through his broken mask, and at one instant…he snapped his fingers and his suit activated a small EMP blast that knocked out Strike. "Ah! Uh…"

"It's not over yet for me either, trash sparrow." Credo was too proud myself, so chuckled and was ready to one last thing to make sure that his goal would be accomplished for the last hours of Halloween night.