Chapter 9: The Master's Power
The Master leapt off the dogpile and crossed his arms patiently.
Randomness, confused, asked, "Aren't you gonna kill us?"
The Master shook his head and replied, "I want a fair fight. It's one thing to fight unexperienced opponents…"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING INEXPERIENCED?!" Anger demanded, his head glowing.
"…but it's boring doing a massacre," the Master finished, ignoring Anger's outrage.
The Master waved his hand, and a rack of assorted human weapons, emotion sized, poofed out of thin air.
The emotions got up and considered this. Randomness walked straight up to the Master of Memories with a hard-set face.
"Why can't you give them a second chance, anyway?" Randomness asked.
Randomness had considered the brutal beatings he got from the Master as he, Joy, Disgust, and not-so-much Sadness were searching for Fear and Anger. He knew that he couldn't go head on against the Master of Memories, so he decided that it would be better if he managed to throw the Master off and consider the emotions innocent for the 'incident,' as it was all an accident.
But the Master was pretty firm. He said casually, "Mistakes cannot be tolerated."
"Why not?" Randomness challenged.
"You know why. Remember the human… William Howardson?"
Randomness flinched as if he got punched. His frown became a scowl of hatred.
"Do not say that name," he growled, his voice full of bitterness and regret.
"You made a few mistakes, and look at where poor William went. Taken over by Insanity. Murder of almost fifteen people. In a mental hospital, mind worse than a frightened squirrel. That's because you showed him the darkness of the outside world. You made a mistake. I'm trying to make sure no one's humans end up like that again."
"You mean like soulless shells. It's hard to pick one from the other."
"Better than afflicting horrible things to others."
Randomness realized that the Master had turned the tables on him. His point was gone, lost in his fueled rage.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself. He remembered not to dwell on the past, but go on in the future.
"Thing is," he said, calmer, "Riley isn't as delicate as William. William went insane, but Riley, apparently, is still fine after her 'incident.' We should give her emotions a chance. They're good emotions. Give them a chance, one I never got."
The Master looked over at the emotions, who were still near the weapons rack. All of them were staring at him with puppy eyes and pouty lips (except for Anger, who was looking at them like they were insane).
He sweatdropped.
"Erm… you all are making me uncomfortable…" he said.
He looked at Randomness, who had the same face.
The Master's muscles relaxed, and Randomness was sure he got him.
What happened after gave Randomness the strange idea of Satan looking at this scene from YouTube and commenting, LOL, NOOB!
The Master's thick muscle grew larger, and his hands turned into a scythe and a sledgehammer.
"I'm sorry," he apologized without remorse, "but rules are rules."
"SCREW RULES!" Anger shouted somewhere from the background.
Smoke curled around Randomness's arm, and a gauntlet-mounted sword stood there.
"Okay, let's do this," he snarled.
He jumped and his sword ran the Master through.
Once again, the Satan thing came to his head.
Rather than giving the Master a nasty cut, the sword disappeared as it touched him.
Randomness really wished he had Fear's censor button.
"Give me a second," he squeaked.
He ran over to the weapon rack and changed outfits while he found his weapon.
A giant sword, with a classic hilt but a blade that was as long as Joy was tall. It didn't look fancy, however. More… dangerous.
The smoke on Randomness cleared, and he was back to the Soulcaliber Nightmare form.
"If I'm going down," Randomness stated, "I'm going down fi… oh, forget it."
He charged straight at the Master, shouting at the top of his lungs.
The Master casually stopped him in his tracks by putting the hammer in his face. Randomness still charged, not knowing he was running in place.
After some time, he faltered in his run and saw that he was frozen in place.
"Gosh darn it," he grumbled.
The Master sent his sledgehammer swinging, and Randomness smashed into a shelf of memories, which fell on top of him.
The Master looked over at the emotions and asked, "Who's next?"
In response, Fear sent a poorly aimed arrow at the Master, who didn't even move to dodge it.
Anger started throwing curse words at Fear for the horrible shot, and his head started to ignite. Disgust smiled and put on a welding mask.
The Master was hit full-on in the chest by Anger's fire, but whether he had a scorch mark or not (hard to see due to the black chest) didn't' matter. What did was how the Master looked down, possibly unimpressed.
"My turn," he said.
He raised the hammer in the air and smashed the ground. A large crack formed in the ground and the ground crumbled.
The emotions stared at the damage like idiots as the Master simply laughed.
"Not going to fight?" the Master asked. "This is going to be dull."
Randomness then burst from his memorial grave and shouted, "I'm going to give you a fight!"
He ran at the Master with his sword again, and this time successfully stabbed the Master in the neck.
The Master coughed and threw the crazy emotion off his neck. His hammer changed to a gattling gun.
"At least someone is fighting," he commented before his gun's barrel started spinning.
Randomness's face became just two dots and a line as he said, "Okay, maybe I didn't think this through. RUN!"
The emotions all hid behind a shelf as the Master's bullets struck against the other side of it.
"What in the (fart)ing world do we do?!" Anger demanded from Randomness.
Randomness looked more than slightly panicked as he replied, "I don't know! I've never seen the Master use anything besides combat! I had no idea he could use ranged weapo-"
A bullet went straight through Randomness's head.
Believe me, you wouldn't want to be there at that moment.
The sound was deafening. The Master's gattling gun started up again. Disgust and Fear were screaming. Anger was shouting and cursing in rage. Joy and Sadness were sobbing.
Anger had never expected this to go so far. He believed that maybe Randomness would leave, or maybe he'd calm down and act more… tolerable, or some other things that didn't end like this.
I saved your tiny head/body once… he had said.
That was true. He did.
They may not be friends, but Anger still owed him.
He had to finish his job.
Anger attempted to lift Randomness's heavy sword, but it was much too large and he was too small. He was slightly aware of the other emotions giving him confused looks, but he pretended not to notice.
The finally, it budged.
"I got this," he growled, ready to avenge the fallen emotion.
"To be honest, you don't. But I approve the sentiment."
Randomness took the sword in his hands. He waved it around like no big deal.
Anger was so shocked, he forgot to be… angry.
"How… how did you…?" he sputtered.
Randomness simply gave him a look that read, I'll tell you later.
Without warning, he ran straight at the Master.
So, guys. I'm just gonna announce this: I'm officially gonna make a sequel!
Now, it's not gonna be as serious. It's going to be more light but still bad stuff is going to happen.
Not like there wouldn't be bad stuff. That's what makes it interesting.
Good reading, everybody!