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The Bizarre Saga: Skyward Sword
Chapter 11: The Groose is Loose
Previously on the Bizarre Saga, Link knocked down a chandelier, Nami got involved in things that have nothing to do with her, Sali was trying to be the main character again, Eric was discovered to be in Skyloft, Fi finally decided to refer to the team as a whole, and many people freaked out for various reasons.
Now, for something else.
A chapter that nobody wanted.
Four days ago…
"All right, Groose! Today is the Wing Ceremony!" a certain buff, red-haired individual told himself in the mirror. "It's your big day! Today, you will crush that pathetic wimp into the ground once and for all!"
"EY BOSS, ARE YOU TALKIN' TO YOURSELF AGAIN?" one of his minions yelled from the other side of the giant room divider.
"DON'T QUESTION ME, SHORTIE!" Groose boomed.
He dressed into his junior uniform that showed off his muscles like no other clothes he owned and stood in front of the full body mirror next to the window in his room. After posing in front of it a few times, he meticulously perfected the spike of hair on his head with a bit of Granny Gertrude's Hair Gel before marching confidently out his room.
But then he bumped his foot-tall hair spike on the door frame on his way out, bending it backwards, so he rushed back over to the mirror and fixed it with more hair gel.
A scene transition happened, and Groose, with his cronies behind him, entered the cafeteria in slow-motion, all three of them wearing dark sunglasses. The majority of the people in the room completely ignored him… until the rapping and beatboxing started.
"YO MAH NAME IS GROOSE, AND I'M REALLY REALLY COOL, CUZ PEOPLE SAY THE GROOSE IS LOOSE WHEN I'M IN DAH HOUSE FOO-"
"Oh DIN," a girl with long green hair said aloud from a table by herself. "I'm gonna go run and hide, who's with me?"
She picked up her food and speed-walked out the exit. Half the people in the room followed her.
"HEY! No food outside the cafeteria!" the grumpy old lady chef shouted. Everyone disregarded her. "Grr! Rotten kids! The headmaster will hear about this!"
"-MAN I'M SO SWEG, I GOT CITYWIDE FAME, ALL THOSE OTHER GUYS COMPARED TO ME ARE REALLY REALLY LAME-"
"… I can't stay in here," a blue-haired girl said, standing up and running out with her food as well. All five of her friends followed her.
"Is anyone even listening to me?!" the old lady yelled.
"-AND THAT LINK GUY?! HE DUN STAND A CHANCE, HE'S A LAZY LITTLE WIMP AND HE CAN'T EVEN DANCE-"
"YOU!" the old lady shouted to Groose. "YOU'RE THE ONE MAKING THE STUDENTS LEAVE! STOP THIS AT ONCE!"
Groose ignored her too.
"I'M JUST SO COOL, I MAKE ALL THE LADIES DROOL, NOW TELL ALL YO FRIENDS THAT THE GROOSE MAN RULES!"
Even though most of the people in the room were gone, and the only people remaining other than the cook were the people too lazy to find somewhere else to eat and the people who reluctantly followed the rules, Groose's cronies continued to beatbox, and Groose whipped his head up and down, as if he was trying to hairflip the hair that couldn't be flipped. His sunglasses somehow flew off his face in the process and went out an open window. But Groose was not distracted. There was still another verse.
"YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MY SWEG WITHOUT TALKING BOUT MY HAIR WELL IN REALITY MOST PEOPLE DON'T CARE-"
"Oh Nayru, there's more," a random student said.
"BUT THEY DON'T KNOW, THEY DON'T GOT THE RESPECT! ONLY FEW PEOPLE CAN TELL THAT MY HAIR IS PERFECT!"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!" a guy from the same table yelled at Groose.
"It's useless, Carl," the girl sitting next to him spoke. "There is no stopping Groose."
Another guy at the table snickered. "I guess you could say… it's Grooseless?" he said, leaning on his arm.
"PETER NO," Carl and the girl told him instantly.
"Peter yes."
"AND ZELDA, BRO, SHE JUST CAN'T REALIZE MY FABULOSITY CAN'T BE TOPPED BY ANY OTHER GUY! SHE'S THE ONLY GIRL IN SKYLOFT WHO JUST CAN'T SEE THAT THE COOLEST GUY HERE IS UNDENIABLY ME!"
"Okay, I have to give him points for coming up with this," Peter pointed out.
"I bet he took one that already existed and changed it," Carl huffed. He turned to the girl next to him. "Suzy, why haven't we left yet?"
"THE COOK SCARES ME," Suzy told him in a demonic voice. Carl promptly backed off.
"THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" Groose said out, bowing. People started throwing food at him, making a quick escape necessary.
"That was officially the dumbest thing we have ever done," his short crony said after they had ducked out into the hallway, gently pulling a fried egg out of his hair and throwing it back into the cafeteria. "Why did we do that."
Groose turned to face his cronies. "Now, my men! Today is the day of the Wing Ceremony!" he declared. "It is time to put step one of our plan to ensure my victory into action!"
"Plan? What plan?" his tall crony asked. "We didn't discuss this."
"No matter! All we have to do is capture Loser's and Green's Loftwings, tie them up, and carry them to the spot behind the scary cave before they break free of the ropes while Tallster fends off the cave creatures! I prepared a place to lock the birds up back there yesterday! Man, I'm so prepared."
"Are you fricking kidding me?" the short crony asked in disbelief. "That's like, impossible. Capturing one bird would be hard enough. And the girl's bird is a fricking monster, man! It's got her temper! And doing all that without getting caught? Not happening." He turned away, crossing his arms.
"Not even for a carton of ice cream, Shortie?"
Shortie twitched.
TWO HOURS LATER…
"OH DIN, IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME!" Groose screamed, jumping away from the tied-up purple Loftwing that was trying to bite his leg. The two Loftwings they had captured were laid on connected dollies, and were desperately struggling to escape from the ropes binding them, and were squawking loudly because tying their beaks was pretty much impossible.
"DON'T WORRY! LOFTWINGS ARE HERBIVORES!" Tallster shouted at him over the squawking. "I THINK!"
After many struggles, they reached the end of the cave, and pulled the dollies along by rope to the spot that Groose had prepared. It was two shelters in the wall that had tall posts stuck to the ground on both sides of them–four posts total–presumably to nail the boards sitting on the ground to.
"Uh, boss? You sure that's gonna actually hold them?" Shortie asked.
"Of course it will!" Groose declared. "I know exactly what I'm doing!"
They threw the birds into the spot and quickly got to work. Groose had left a hammer and nails behind, knowing that nobody went back there, to his knowledge, at least. Groose nailed the many boards to the posts as his cronies held them up, putting at least three nails on the ends of each board to make sure it was secure. Inside the newly made cage, the birds were biting at their ropes in attempt to get them off.
"There! Now that the birds are locked up, the ceremony will have to go on without Loser and Green, and I'll be the winner!" Groose said.
"Wow, we're jerks," Tallster stated.
"Boss, I can't help but notice that you've been talking in your dramatic declaring voice all day," Shortie pointed out. "It ain't how you normally talk-"
"DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, SHORTIE?!" Groose shouted.
"UH NOPE NO I DON'T BOSS JUST STATIN' A FACT-"
Groose pointed to the sky. "ALL RIGHT THEN! Let us depart to the town square!"
"… Why…?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO, SHORTIE!"
FIVE MINUTES LATER AT THE TOWN SQUARE…
"Why are we here?" Shortie asked again.
"To look NORMAL, Shortie!" Groose told him. "So nobody suspects a thing!"
"Wouldn't it be more discreet to… you know, do things someone would normally do on the day of the Wing Ceremony and not stand around looking like idiots trying to not look suspicious?"
"DO NOT QUESTION YOUR LEADER! Now, we shall sit here and look normal! Tallster, begin massaging my back! Shortie, you shall massage my tired arms!" Groose picked up a random crate, brought it to the center of the square, and sat down on it.
"This is stupid-"
"HEY YOU!" a girl's voice shouted from the edge of the square.
Groose and his cronies all looked in the direction it came from at the same time. Storming towards them was none other than Sali, the green-haired girl who had bailed from the cafeteria earlier that morning.
"Crap. It's Green," Groose said quietly to his minions. "Now, my minions. It is time to really put on that looking normal act."
"YOU," Sali growled, stomping right up to Groose. "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID."
"Whatever are you talking about?" Groose asked nervously.
"YOU LOCKED UP MY BIRD!" she yelled. "I SAW IT! You were dragging my Loftwing into that cave at the edge of town!"
Groose made a shocked face. "What? Where did you get such a notion? I would never do something like that."
"DON'T SCREW AROUND!" the girl screamed, taking a step towards him. "I know it was you, why else would I FREAKING SEE IT?!"
Groose sweat-dropped. "H-Hey, I really don't wanna fight right now…" he started, but he was cut off by her.
"HA! Sure you don't! If you didn't, then you wouldn't have locked up my FRICKING BIRD!" She threw a roundhouse kick right to his side, knocking him off balance.
The most hilarious thing about this was that she wasn't even three fourths his height.
"And that's not all," Sali said, walking towards him, making him back away while holding his side in pain. "You locked up Link's bird too, because I know I saw a Crimson Loftwing over there!"
"Geez, girl's got serious violence issues," Shortie told Tallster.
"You don't say," Tallster replied. "Shouldn't we step in?"
"Heck no, I wanna see that guy get beat up."
"AH HA!" they all heard someone exclaim off in a distance, and then all attention was on the guy who had said it. "I knew it was you!"
Groose made a face like he was meeting with an old enemy. "Loser," he thought, before returning to his looking-normal act. "C-come on, man!" he stammered, his hands in front of him. "There's no way I would do that! You gotta have some faith in me, this girl is just spouting nonsense!"
"Shut up, spikehead! I have solid evidence!" Sali shouted, pointing to her head. "MY MEMORY!"
"That doesn't count as evidence!" This made the green-haired girl growl at him. Again. "But seriously man, I would never do something like that!"
"Yeah, and my hair turns purple when I think about the one that I love," Link said sarcastically.
"Quickly, minions! Their guard is down!" Groose stated. "MAKE A RUN FOR IT!" He and his cronies ran towards a sky dock and jumped onto their birds.
"COWARD!" they heard Sali shout from the ground. "COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"
"Wow, that was a close one!" Groose said. He dodged a rock that Sali threw at him. "So was that!"
"What did I tell ya, boss?! We got caught! Plain as day!" Shortie yelled over the wind. "The girl knows that we did it, she's gonna tell everyone, and then we'll all be disqualified."
"Worry not, Shortie! For you see, I thought about the possibilities!" Groose explained. "Green is not the most popular and has a reputation for hating my guts! Many will believe that she's simply trying to get me disqualified because of her intense disliking of me!"
"But even so, she knows where we locked 'em up," Shortie said. "She'll be able to get 'em out no problem and then this entire thing will have been a waste of time and it could have bad consequences and all that crap."
"Nonsense! There's no way she'll be able to get them out before the ceremony starts! They'll just have to proceed without those meddlers! There's no denying it, Shortie, victory shall be mine! Now, to the Groose Cave, where we shall discuss our further plans!"
Shortie looked at Tallster, utterly perplexed, only to get a shrug in response as to what the heck Groose was talking about.
LATER AT THE GROOSE CAVE WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE A SHOWER STALL IN THE MEN'S BATHROOM…
"All right, my men. Now we shall discuss the next step in our preparations," Groose said quietly before looking outside the curtain to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. Looking suspicious like spies could be watching, he moved back into the stall they barely all fit into. "I expect that you two have improved your aim since that time we failed miserably at that last prank we did that involved throwing things. I've spent the last few days creating buckets and buckets of what I like to call, 'Egg Grenades'."
"You bought them, didn't you?" Shortie asked, unimpressed.
"Now is not the time for that! In case my chances victory at the Wing Ceremony begin to slip, you two are you hurl these things at competitors like no tomorrow!"
"Do you think people don't supervise these things?!"
"The rules didn't say 'No Egg Grenades'!"
"You're pushing it! If you want to throw exploding eggs that will get you disqualified, do it yourself!"
"The rules actually didn't say anything about throwing things," Tallster said. "They just said 'attempted violence will result in immediate disqualification'. And the labels on the exploding eggs say they're totally safe, just really annoying."
"Tallster! I said I made them!" Groose reminded him.
"Boss, we all know where you got those from, there is literally no point in saying that."
"Fine, whatever," Groose huffed. "Now that you understand my plan, let us train for this ultimate moment until the ceremony starts! Nothing shall stand in my path!"
After Groose exited the stall in slow-motion, a training montage began.
LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
TO DEFEAT OUR FOES
WHY'D THEY GIVE ME DISHES
WHEN I SAID "TO-GO"
YOU'RE THE SADDEST BUNCH I'VE EVER MET
BUT YOU CAN BET BEFORE WE'RE THROUGH
MINIONS, I'LL FIND A USE FOR YOU TWO
EVERYTHING ASIDE NOW
SHOW THE FIRE WITHIN
ONCE YOU FIND YOUR CENTER
I AM SURE TO WIN
WHY CAN'T YOU SEEM TO HIT ANYTHING
DO YOU JUST NOT HAVE A CLUE?
SOMEHOW I'LL FIND A USE FOR YOU TWO
"THIS IS REALLY RIDICULOUS-"
"This is totally unnecessary-"
"THIS IS A COMPLETE AND UTTER WASTE OF TIME-"
"Why are you singing about how much we suck at something we're not getting paid for-"
"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO QUIT-"
"Why are you singing at all-"
BE USEFUL
WE MUST BE SWIFT AS THE RUSHING WHIRLWIND
BE USEFUL
BECAUSE THE TIME IS UPON US SOON
BE USEFUL
WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE
MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOOOOOOON
"What is even going on right now?"
TIME IS RACING TOWARDS US
TILL THE CEREMONY ARRIVES
HEED MY EVERY ORDER
AND YOU MIGHT SURVIVE
MESS THIS UP AND YOU RUIN EVERYTHING
OH BY THE WAY NO PRESSURE BRO
HOW COULD I FIND A USE FOR YOU TWO?
BE USEFUL
WE MUST BE SWIFT AS THE RUSHING WHIRLWIND
BE USEFUL
BECAUSE THE TIME IS UPON US SOON
BE USEFUL
WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE
MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOOOOOOON
BE USEFUL
WE MUST BE SWIFT AS THE RUSHING WHIRLWIND
BE USEFUL
BECAUSE THE TIME IS UPON US SOON
BE USEFUL
WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE
MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOOOOOOON
"AGH, I'M DEAD!" Shortie exclaimed, flopping down in the grass.
A bell rang off in a distance.
"THERE IT IS! It is time to make our way to the Wing Ceremony!" Groose announced. "RISE, SHORTIE! THE FATE OF MY ACADEMIC SUCCESS DEPENDS ON THIS DAY AND THE THINGS WE JUST PRACTICED!"
"WHY DO I COMMUNICATE WITH YOU," Shortie grumbled.
"And after the ceremony, we shall all go to the Lumpy Pumpkin and I will pay with the money I borrowed from my uncle!" Groose said. "Even I know this sort of hard work shouldn't go unrewarded! Now, off we go!"
Groose dramatically jumped into the sky, his arms extended. He whistled, summoning his dark purple Loftwing that had the same hairstyle as him. It flew below and caught him, and with that, they were off to the Knight Academy.
"He's gonna lose, isn't he," Shortie said.
"Yeah, probably," Tallster replied.
They were standing in the town square, yet again, but this time there were many present. The ceremony was upon them. Within fifteen minutes, they would be running off the starting line to call their birds, and the instructor was about to explain the rules.
And Link and Sali were no where to be seen.
"Hahaha!" Groose internally laughed. "My plan's workin' perfectly! They'll never make it in time!"
"'SCUSE US, COMIN' THROUGH!" a girl's voice shouted from above.
People scrambled out of the way as two students on Loftwings landed right in the middle of the square.
"Good grief, you two can't just show up so late like this!" the instructor running the event told them. "You sign up and then wait this long…"
"Sorry bout that, our Loftwings got birdnapped," Link said. "We'll talk about that afterwards."
Groose's jaw dropped.
"How's this possible?!" he thought. "It took me and my cronies a half an hour to just to get through that cave! And to get their birds out that quickly too?!"
The instructor turned to the crowd of juniors. "Your attention, please!" he called out. "At last we are ready to begin the Wing Ceremony. I was beginning to worry that we'd have to proceed without Link and Sali, but that luckily is no longer a concern."
Sali glanced over at Groose, who was still showing a shocked expression. She whispered something to the blond boy next to her, and Groose, knowing she was talking about him, instantly straightened up again, not wanting to look suspicious.
The instructor explained the rules of the game. What they were to do was to fly on their Loftwings and try to catch the Loftwing that was flying around with a statuette in its talons. They needed to take the statue, and the first one to get it would win. The winner would be allowed to graduate to the next class of the academy instantly, which was why most people competed, and on top of that, would receive a gift from Zelda.
Groose had to admit, he was equally excited about both aspects of that. But there was no time to think about what would happen afterwards. His biggest concern had become whether he would actually win or not.
"Pull yourself together, Groose!" he thought. "The only reason for that plan was to raise the odds! Of course I can still do this!"
The race began, and everyone bolted off the dock in front of them.
After the race…
Groose dismounted from his bird, dropped to his knees, and proceeded to dramatically fake cry. "ALL IS LOOOST!" he wailed.
Everyone pretty much ignored him, with the exception of a few rolling-eye glances. The lack of attention being noticed, Groose rose to his feet and brushed himself off.
"Well, that was an interesting situation," the instructor stated. That blue-haired girl from earlier had been the one to fly back with the statuette, but he had been flying out there too, and knew exactly what had happened. "I'm not sure what to do about this."
"If anything…" Sali started, "make Link do the ritual thing with Zelda, since he's a guy and I'm sure as Din's lair he wants do to it, whether he knows it or not."
"Hmph. That ritual must really be something romantic if that's the logic Green is following," Groose thought, listening in on the conversation. "How can I possibly win Zelda's heart with Loser interfering like this?"
"Seriously, what's with the Din's lair thing?" Link asked her.
"Link and Sali here grabbed the statuette at the same time," the blue-haired girl said, "And I grabbed it just before it fell through the clouds. I dunno how we're gonna settle this."
"Hmm…" the instructor pondered, "I suppose the three of you are great, honest students. Unlike somebody who attends the third-year class…" He eyed Groose for a moment, who gasped in response. "Perhaps we could have all three of you become seniors…" Link's, Sali's and the other girl's eyes lit up in excitement. On the contrast, Groose was completely horrified. "I will go talk to the headmaster about it."
"Now go do your ritual thingamajig already," the blue-haired girl told Link, spinning him around and giving him a push in the direction of the giant goddess statue.
Groose internally screamed a variety of things.
"Well boss, things don't always go according to plan," Shortie said, walking up behind him. "Sometimes you just gotta accept that other people are better than you and that you can't cheat your way to victory."
"You're right, Shortie… Cheating really wasn't the way to go…" Groose said, slumping forward. "That must have been precisely why I lost. It was the powers that be teaching me a lesson. Curses! If I had just not tried to cheat, my natural skill would have crowned me the winner."
Shortie sighed. "… Yeah, sure, let's just go with that."
"Boss, are we still going to the Lumpy Pumpkin?" Tallster asked.
"I suppose so," Groose said, a sad tone in his voice. "Perhaps the food will help me get my mind of this."
Later at the Lumpy Pumpkin…
"THE FOOD ISN'T HELPIIIING!" Groose cried, slamming his head into the table. "… Ow."
"Come on man, you've just got to forget about it and find another way," Shortie told him. "It's not like there ain't a million other things goin' on that you can do to become a senior."
"But I just… I just… I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO WIIIN…" He sat up, resting his head on his propped-up arm, and let out a heavy sigh. "Just who do they think they are? Those villains have been messing with the wrong guy!"
"Pfft, yeah, they're messing with you all right," Shortie grumbled.
Groose ignored him. "My plans have never failed! Not when I'm this serious about victory! A three-way tie, Shortie! And not one of those three was me! I've been publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear!" He buried his head in his arms, fake crying on the table.
"You want more soup or somethin'?"
"What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced."
"Who you? Never!" Tallster assured him. "Boss, you have got to pull yourself together!"
As Tallster rose to his feet and walked towards the middle of the restaurant, Shortie slowly looked over at him, looking somewhere between confused and uncomfortable. And then Tallster started singing.
"Gosh it disturbs me to see you here, Groose, looking so terribly down," he sang. "Every guy here wants to be like you, Groose, possibly throughout the town!"
Groose raised an eyebrow.
"There's no one around as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy! Everyone's awed and inspired by you, and it's not very hard to see whyyyyy-"
Everyone in the room was looking at Tallster by then.
"NOOOO OOOONE… PLANS QUITE LIKE GROOSE, NO ONE TANS QUITE LIKE GROOSE, NO ONE MAKES AWFUL PICTURES WITH CRAYONS LIKE GROOSE! For his pompadour cannot be copied: perfect, a pure paragon! You can ask anyone who's not wonky, and they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on!"
The line about the crayons blew right over Groose's head, and he found his confidence beginning to rise again.
Suddenly, almost everyone in the restaurant joined in the song. "No one's got swag like Groose, makes the girls gag like Groose!"
"No one's gotten on stage dressed in drag quite like Groose!" Tallster sang.
"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!" Groose sang, standing on the table.
"My, what a cool guy, that Groose!" what had become the chorus sang. "Give five hurrahs and twelve hip-hips!"
"Our boss is the best, and the rest is all drips!" Tallster sang out.
Shortie was still seated, looking rather frightened.
"NOOOO OOONE fights quite like Groose, snores all night quite like Groose!" The chorus started dancing.
And Tallster joined them. "No one checks that the spotlight is on them like Groose!"
The owner of the bar had the same expression as Shortie.
"For there's no one as burly and brawny!" some of the chorus sang.
"As you see I've got biceps to spare," Groose sang with a flex.
"Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny," Tallster sang.
"That's right!" Groose said. "And every last inch of me's covered in HAIR!" He threw his shirt off.
Everyone in the restaurant SCREAMED.
"OH DIN PUT IT BACK ON!" Shortie yelled at the top of his lungs.
"NO ONE HAS HAIR LIKE GROOSE, NO ONE WANTS HAIR LIKE GROOSE!" the chorus sang loudly.
"NO ONE GETS REJECTED BY ZELDA LIKE GROOSE!" Tallster sang.
"I'm especially good at exaggerating!" Groose sang.
"You really don't say?" Shortie asked.
"When I was a lad, I used on pack of hair gel each morning to make my hair strong," Groose sang, smoothing his hair spike. "And now that I'm grown, I use jars of hair gel, so that nothing can ever go wrooooong!"
"NOOOO OOOONE FAILS LIKE GROOSE, GETS NO FAN MAIL LIKE GROOSE!" the chorus sang.
"NO ONE TALKS TO HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR LIKE GROOSE!" Shortie sang as loudly as he could.
"I use pictures of me in my decorating!" Groose sang.
"MY WHAT A GUY, THAT GROOOOOSE!" the chorus sang.
The musical number had ended, shown by how everyone had stopped in their poses.
"Wait a second," Groose started. "What?"
The things they had gradually begun sing about had started to sink in.
He frowned deeply.
"You sneaky little SNEAKS," he said darkly. "You've all betrayed me."
"B-Boss, it was just a joke-" Tallster insisted, but Groose was not having it.
"You're just like the OTHERS! ALL OF YOU!"
Groose stormed out the exit.
Everyone was silent for several moments.
"Man, you're in trouble," the owner said to Tallster, smiling derpily.
There will be more of this. There's just no way I could fit this into one chapter.
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