Author's Notes:
-Hey guys and girls. Sorry again about leaving you on a roughly three and a half month long hiatus between chapters without warning. (Chapter 11 was hard to write...) Some more reviews would be nice, but I'll continue either way. (Dang, writing this fanfic is going to be hard after abandoning it for months...)
-The theme Mechanica hums to herself is called 'The Scrapyard', the theme for Mechanica's stage.
-I know this is a short chapter, but I'm just trying to restart this engine. Hope you enjoy.
Anyway, let's start the show!
The next thing I knew, I was in the strange realm of my dreams. Instead of having a few brief dreams, I had one longer one.
Magni was about to face Max Brass. Max Brass equipped the Klablammer on his left ARM and the Nade on his right. Magni choose a grey and black hammer like ARM on both of his arms.
"Ready! Fight!"
Magni made the first move. He charged his hammers, which had an electric power towards Max Brass, only for the champion to sidestep and dodge them. Max Brass fired his Nade and Klablammer towards the viking. He dodged them both and then guarded against the charged Nade. Magni charged his hammers again and aimed towards Brass, this time actually managing to hit him and disable his ARMS with his electric power. He then proceeded to grab the commish. Magni's grab consisted of him dragging his opponent towards him, kicking him into the air, getting out a real hammer (a very heavy hammer) and smashing his opponent into the ground with it. This did a lot of damage. Wow, that looked painful!
Max Brass got up and tried to guard himself him Magni's next attack, but his shield aura was orange and was quickly broken by Magni's rush attack. Max Brass had lost roughly half of his half while Magni hadn't even been hit once! This guy was making fighting against Max Brass look like child's play! Of course, Max Brass had a way to retaliate. First he smacked his opponent with a charged up Klablammer and then a Nade. Next, he dashed towards Magni, threw some attacks at him, then grabbed him. Magni got up and tried to think of his next move. As he dashed around to avoid Max Brass's attacks, I noticed that Magni was pretty fast on the ground, but he wasn't very fast in the air. But he compensated for it by charging his arms. I then noticed that as he charged up his ARMS, his punches not only got stronger, small bits of electricity seemed to dance on his arms and give him a brief power up for ten seconds. With that power and a few more charged punches, Max Brass had lost the first round.
"K.O!" the announcer declared.
"Face the hammer of Thor!"
"OOOH NOOO!"
The second round soon began. Magni kept the hammer on one arm and used a golden-whip like arm on his right. Max Brass
"Ready! Fight!"
It went by almost in the blink of an eye, or perhaps that was just how my dream perceived it. Max Brass charged up his punches, hoping to inflict more damage. He did do a lot of damage, as Magni attempted to dodge, but Max Brass jumped down from the square platform, grabbed him and threw him across the arena. Magni charged his whip like arm and did some damage, but the next thing I know, he was knocked down with a normal punch. Max Brass had won this round.
"You loose! Ha ha ha!"
He spoke something that was barely audible. Was it... something in Old Norse language?
The third and final round then began. No changes to the ARMS gloves being worn was made, but both of them were fiercely determined to win this next match. This next round would determine who won the championship.
"Ready! Fight!"
Magni started out the round with a raw rush attack in an attempt to throw Max Brass off guard, but it didn't work as well as he had hoped it would. Max Brass shielded himself, but since his shield was yellow, towards the end it broke and Magni was able to get in one attack before the rush attack power wore off. He had taken some damage, but he was still strong and still fighting. He tried to punch Magni, but he quickly dodged it multiple times before Max Brass got to grab him. A red bomb , Max Brass knocked it towards his opponent, who sent it right back and it went off right front of him, causing him to take some damage. As soon as Max Brass's red-energy glow began, Magni used his rush attack, knocking him down and out.
The match was over. Magni had won.
"And the winner is Magni!"
"Yes!" he cheered.
His proceeded to do his victory pose, which consisted of him taking the same hammer from earlier out of nowhere and holding it high in the air and lightning striking in the background. "To Asgard and beyond!"
I woke up, all without the aid of an alarm clock, feeling on top of the world. But there was one thing I didn't understand; why did I keep having these dreams?
Since using my suit was more faster and efficient than the car pool, I decided to use it to take myself to and from work each day. Before I knew it, I found myself back at All Rolled Up. As I put my suit back in its designated spot, I saw and heard Andrea, groaning.
"Oh hello there, Doubty McDoubtface." I said with a smirk, exiting my suit. "Have you heard the news? I won the match against Colonel Moxie!"
Andrea rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Don't remind me."
"And you said you had no idea who I was up against." I pointed at her. "Ha! In your face!"
"Ok, you don't gotta rub it in!"
"I won!"
Her face turned red from anger and she stormed off. I was so enjoying this. Who knew that proving others wrong just felt this good? I went to my station and prepared myself for another run at All Rolled Up. As another shift started, I started humming my jam to myself. I was able to finish orders even quicker than ever. And when the lunch rush started, I felt on top of the world.
1 order of Shumai
2 orders of Gyoza
1 order of Flyfish rolls
I didn't even mind making the flyfish rolls this time. As I prepared the fish, I felt like I was drifting in and out of many thoughts.
Andrea looked at me, extremely annoyed. "Would you stop humming that song?"
I looked at her, annoyed. "Come on, Andrea! I'm in a good mood!"
"You're just overconfident from that one victory!"
"I'm not being overconfident! I won and your just jealous!"
"Guys, can it!" Andrew exclaimed. "We got over fifty orders to fulfill and Stella's still sick!"
"No I'm not!" she shouted while grating ginger.
"Oh, right. Sorry!"
Lunch rushes were always difficult, but not today. Today was a very good day, made more so fortunate that I was able get off early that day. To keep up with practicing for the matches, I challenged Ribbon Girl to a match. The two of us did a coin toss to determine who's stage we would fight on. Since she correctly called it, we were on her home grounds, about 35 seconds into a standard match. Since I was low on health, I was trying to hide myself while thinking of a new strategy. With a Sparky on her right and a Slapamander on her left, she was able to attack from both afar and up close. I had both of my Revolvers up, speaking to Ribbon Girl to try and throw her off guard while coming up with a plan.
"I don't get it, Rib." I said from behind the blocks. She punched the blocks in her attempt to get to me. "No matter what I do, Andrea just seems to hate me. And I never did anything to make her mad. She's just cruel to me for no good reason!"
"Some people just can't be pleased. When I first became a singer, I learned the hard way that you can't please everyone." She moved closer to me before jumping several times in the air. "As long as you got a majority on your side, does the small percentage of people really even matter?"
She then grabbed me and tossed me into the other side of the ring, knocking me down and knocking me out.
"No fair! I was distracted!" I protested as I got up.
"Hey, all's fair in love and war!" she retaliated.
I smiled. "Fair point."
She smirked. "Should we face each other in the ring, I won't be easy on you."
I chuckled. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Everything seemed to be going well. One might even argue too well. A few days later, things began to crash. It was just another shift at work. I was humming my jam and making cooking even more fun for myself. While outside taking a break, I ran to Andrea, standing there with a scowl on her face.
"Still overconfident it seems."
"Seriously, Andrea? When are you going to learn? I'm the best of the best, and I'll never let it rest."
"Oh please. You're not a real ARMS Fighter. You're nothing. "
"Shut up!" I protested. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"You're just a liar, a faker, a pretender, a sheep in wolf's clothing!"
"Stop it!
"What hurts more, the fact that I'm right? Or the fact that there's nothing you can do to prove me wrong?"
I screamed in rage. "You don't know anything about ARMS! You're just a powerless, ignorant little brat! If you want power so badly, how about you get a taste of mine?!" I got into my mecha suit and fired it up. I fired the uncharged Revolver at her, only for her to backflip and dodge my attack.
"Oh, Mechanica, you are just a fool!"
"Shut up, Andrea!"
I fired at her again, this time charging up my Homie to get her. Alas, I missed again.
"You're just a faker! A liar! You're nothing!"
"That's not true!" I exclaimed, guarding myself to show her my shield and charge up my arms. "Don't you realize how fast and powerful this ARMS Mecha suit is?!"
"Fast! You're slower than molasses!"
"You know nothing, Andrea! This suit took me months to make!" I punched her with the Revolver again, only to miss and hit the wall.
"It's a shame then. All of your hard work will have been for nothing." She pointed her right index finger to her left. "Observe."
She pointed to All Rolled Up, which was damaged and visibly shaking. Cracks were seen, the windows were shattered and the place was horribly damaged. I widened my eyes in terror. "No..." The shaky structure came crumbling down in the blink of an eye. There was nothing left but a ton of rubble. My fellow employees and Mr. Anderson were not hurt in the collapse, but most of them were very angry.
"Marina Yamada!" Mr. Anderson exclaimed.
"Uh oh..."
I was in real deep trouble now.
