CHAPTER 11 end of the line.
A/N: HECK YEAH last chapter wowowowwowowo im so fuckin PUMPED
Gipsy Danger struggled to free her arm from Raiju's jaws, punching it in anyway possible. Striker Eureka was going toe-to-toe with Scunner, as Slattern was seemingly out of sight. Finally, Raiju released its grip from Gipsy's arm, unfortunately taking it with it. She almost flinched as Raleigh made a noise, clearly in pain.
Striker himself struggled to take on Scunner, using every one of his battle tactics to ward him off; even resorting to animalistic fighting moves.
Gipsy Danger deployed her chain-sword, as it was on the arm which Raiju hadn't ripped off, seeking to get rid of that Kaiju. After a while of looking around, as the Kaiju swimmed off- like the cowards they are, the Raiju swam right into Gipsy, and she almost instinctively raised the arm her sword was located on, and it sliced the Raiju in half, easily. She ran over to help Striker when suddenly- something had emerged from the portal. Raleigh groaned.
"More?" he asked, aggravated. He was about to complain even more, until a blueish gray hand hooked itself over the edge of the breach, and with it came a battle-scarred, moderately sized… Jaeger? "Damn. Now the Kaiju are making their own damn Jaegers. This is surreal."
Striker and Gipsy turned around, and so did Scunner. Striker almost stumbled back when he saw another Jaeger clammer out of the portal. Wait, they weren't any old Jaegers. One looked exactly like Striker, and the other was a confused jumble of both Gipsy Danger's and Striker Eureka's body parts, with almost disgusting dull green and dark maroon wings. The Striker-Jaeger-Thing snarled at the other, and the other replied with a 'it's ur falt DUMPASS'. Their english was almost incomprehensible.
"What the hell are those things?" wondered Striker aloud, taking a step back a little. Even Scunner seemed confused. Striker saw this, and used it to his advantage, back-stabbing it, and dragging his Sting-Blades right through its body, down to its tail. Gipsy hobbled over to the portal, giving them her hand. The 'Striker' waved it away in a bout of stubbornness, while the other gladly took it, and then… hugged her? Gipsy and her pilots seemed confused, but patted whatever it was on the back.
"momther! ur here! ur not ded!" it shouted in her ear, making Gipsy flinch. Mako and Raleigh looked at each other, not sure of what to make of the situation.
"Er, I think you have the wrong person," she said firmly, prying the Jaeger's hands off her back, "I don't know you, why did you come out of the portal? What lies beyond it?"
The Jaeger paused, before replying, "well wone, im ur son! too, striker pushed me in here and thri, erth!"
Gipsy Danger looked at the Jaeger, before looking back at Striker and then at the other Striker, and back at her supposed 'son'. "But, we are in Earth? And you're my son? I never remember being able to birth anything, considering I am a giant robot."
"what r u talkin about!? its me! gipsy eureka!" the Jaeger told her, as if Gipsy had amnesia. "your my momther and strikkers my dad! remember?"
It was Striker's turn to contribute to the conversation, "I'm your father? I think you're talking about your Striker, mate," he said, his voice gruff and low as always. Herc must of rubbed off on him.
The other Striker realised there was another Striker, and he scrambled up, his leg seeming pretty banged up. "thers another striker? is hthis the kaiju world? if it is, then-" the Striker paused mid-sentence, before he ran up and past the other Striker, only to meet with Slattern, easily stabbing it in the throat and ripping its head off. Mako, Raleigh, Stacker and Chuck stared dumbfounded at the ridiculously overpowered Jaeger.
Striker huffed, all the Kaiju now defeated. "Wait, are you from the Kaiju world?"
The other Striker looked at him, as if he just asked a stupid question- which he actually did. "nah we from the nORMAL world this ,mmust be the kaiju world. if this is earth than where are the kaiju comin from?"
Striker looked at the other Striker, as if he had a spider on his back. "Well, they're not coming from here. You must be from the Kaiju world."
"then… we are from the monster world" said the Gipsy Eureka, "we are de monsters!"
"that must be why we go through the portal!" said the other Striker, as if he just figured out the meaning of life, "we are from the kaiju world! we are the kaijus! we are ther monsters!"
Gipsy looked at the pair, and straightened up her posture awkwardly, breathing 'oh well, cheers' under her breath. Striker brushed something from off his thigh, trying to look like he's paying attention.
"lets go to the surface i want to see what's up there" said the other Striker and then Gipsy Eureka agreed and then Gipsy Eureka grabbed the two other Jaegers and flew to the surface, and Striker swam out of the ocean and Gipsy Eureka threw the two Jaegers he held by the back of their collars into the apparently open Shatterdome, and clambered in. The other Striker followed, heaving himself out of the water and collapsing on the very entrance of the hangar, creating quite a puddle.
"You're back," said Herc walking over to the very edge of the catwalk overlooking the Shatterdome, "why? And why are there two Strikers and a weird Jaeger combination over there?"
Gipsy Eureka walked over to the catwalk, taking out a large piece of paper from what seemed like subspace (as he had no pockets) and waved it in the air, straightening it out. On the piece of paper 'The 12 Commandments of Pacific Rim' was written on it lazily with Jaeger blood. He cleared his throat before reading out, "The 12 Commandments of Pacific Rim, by Harry Pooter.
"One, fuck all morals. Kick babies. Two, I ripped off my leg platings to write this. All pens and pencils will now be replaced with different parts of your body. Three, all anime is banned from now on. If you like anime you will be put in jail, you fucking nerd. Four, all currency is now to be replaced with pieces of denim cloth. Each piece of denim cloth is equal to the amount a bottle of Pepsi Max costs. Five, replace your analog/digital clocks with circles with the entirety of the Great Gatsby engraved on it. Six, Superwholockians are fucking nerds, if you see one you're free to delete their blog. Seven, Tony Abbott is a cunt. Eight, if you see Raleigh, award him with any award as he is the president of Jamaica. Nine, break Eren's kneecaps and spines, as he is a nerd. Ten, if you see a passing eagle, feel free to wolf down on a burger made out of your ancestor's ashes. Eleven, chicken wraps over thigh gaps. Fuck society. Twelve, all the anime nerd commandments are false. Time to watched some fucking anime."
Stacker, Chuck, Raleigh and Mako walked out of their respective Jaegers, and Stacker stared at the newcomer. Herc said 'crikey'. Stacker crossed his arms, "if I would die after piloting a Jaeger, than this bunch just killed me. Damn."
The Shingeki no Kyojin themesong started blaring as Gipsy Eureka pulled out a pistol and shot 'fuck anime, herc is a brony' and then he ran out of the Shatterdome and dived underwater and went into the portal. The other Striker stood up from his sitting position on the Shatterdome. "who the hell is this nigga twilight-sparkle looking ass to tell me i killed them i save ur fuckin life mate do you know who i am crikey i am a GOD of the new world and yOU ARE TO OBEY ME."
"You're not a God," said Raleigh calmly, "you're just a madman looking around for a God."
The other Striker tried to retaliate, but he was cut off my a shout from the entrance of the Shatterdome, "cometh! The nigga twilight," followed by another man saying "cometh". Two men, a dirty blond one, who seemed short for his age and another, a fairly scrawny one with black hair and an angular face.
"Who are you?" shouted Chuck from across the Shatterdome, while the two ran up right next to the other Striker.
"My name is Makloigh, I'm the son of Mako and Raleigh!" said the black-haired one. Mako and Raleigh stared at each other and backed away from each other.
"I am Cherc, son of Chuck and Herc… unfortunately," said the remaining man, revealed to be Cherc.
"why dont we ditch these gay ass people from the pacific rim movie and draw dicks on the roof," suggested Makloigh.
"where the hell is gipsy eureka," asked Cherc and then he had a vision of gipsy eureka flying through the supermarket saying 'i am gipsy eureka. i do not go to the shatterdome because i am a superhero. i saved the world from the muslims, these muslims have been crushed under my fists."
Cherc, Makloigh and Stacker went to the roof where they laughed and Stacker said "hahah none of those assholes saw us sneak out."
"ok lets draw the dick" said Makloigh, "who brought the crayons."
"i bet cherc stuffed them up his ass" said Stacker in his stupid British accent that no one could understand.
"god damn it stacker how did you know," said cherc, "stop watching me poop"
"i dont fucking care cherc just draw the fucking dick" said makloigh ad then cherc got the crayons and drew a dick on the shatterdome roof.
"the deed has been done. the dick has been drawn. the earth has been brutally murdered."
and then the world ended.
FIN.
A/N: what a ride. this really fun to write.