Tried to go spooky, but it ended up more X-Files. Oh well.
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OddAuthor: It's alright, I forget to review things all the time. Mass Effect wiki is a good start, although nothing can really beat playing the games. The Catalyst is supposed to be the AI that controls the Reapers, a race of genocidal sentient spacecraft. As you see, he's not a popular character. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Cartoonatic55: YAAAAAAY! *starts dancing* Thanks for reviewing!
TweenisodeOrange: Indeed - Dalek is probably one of the best episodes in the entire series, for example. Also, I sort of had NC channel what I was thinking when I played this ending, tbh. Thanks for the review!
Movie-Brat: Indeed, sir, you might say he's...fantastic! :D Thanks very much!
Solid Sun: I know, right? The Catalyst is such an idiot. =P Anyway, thanks!
Zim'sMostLoyalServant: Thanks, because it was a heck of lot of fun to write. :D Thank you!
Autobot-Outcast: Please do, just remember to credit me. Merci!
13/10/13: Figurines
The small warehouse sat alone in the outer-Sydney suburb of Campbelltown, slowly rotting away under the warm Australian sun. It had been there for years – in the days of old, the railways had used it to store produce from nearby farms for shipment to Sydney Central station. It had been shuttered since the 1970s – but some still came and went from the building.
Most weren't criminals, of course. Some were student filmmakers, some were building inspectors and some were simply adventurers. However, the New South Wales Police had recently been informed of several cloaked gentlemen entering and exiting the building. They prepared to investigate.
Unfortunately for them, a small black sedan was in the process of beating them to it.
Timmy Turner stretched as he climbed out of the car, adjusting his hat as he did so. He shook his head and turned to his partner. Both were wearing suits and ties.
"You sure we don't have any 'local' guys who can handle this?" he asked.
"The new Australian PM withdrew from the agency," shrugged Dani Fenton, "We're all we have. Now stop complaining and let's get this door open."
Timmy nodded, grabbing a crowbar from the backseat.
"Another question," he asked, "You can phase through the door, yet I still have to force it open. Explain?"
"The public can't see my ghost powers, you know that," snapped Dani.
"Eh, they've seen weirder," muttered Timmy.
The two walked up to the door. Timmy knocked.
"Agents Turner and Fenton, UN Supernatural Investigations Agency!" he yelled, "Open up or we will force the door open!"
The only reply was that of a distant crow.
"Well, so much for diplomacy," sighed Timmy.
He studied the door for an easy entrance. He saw a padlock on the otherwise unsecured door.
"Well, that's easy," he grinned.
With a loud 'crack', he brought the crowbar down over the lock, shattering it. He then pushed the door open.
"After you, ma'am," he said, bowing.
Dani rolled her eyes and walked into the darkened warehouse floor.
"Shut the door," she ordered.
Timmy did so. There was a flash, and Dani's hand lit up with green light.
"Oh, so now you can use your powers," complained Timmy.
The two were surrounded by isles of shelves, containing everything from well-overdue vegetables to empty cardboard boxes. The isles extended into darkness, providing the illusion that they went on forever.
"Five bucks says we run into Slenderman or something," said Timmy.
"Sure, you're on," shrugged Dani, "Run a magic scan."
Timmy reached into his coat pocket, producing a small cellphone-like device.
"Bingo," he said, "First isle to the left, I'm getting a pretty strong reading..."
The two agents walked through the aisles, following the scanner's trail. Eventually, they came upon a box.
"That's it," nodded Timmy, "Open it now or take it out?"
"You mean look at it in the villains lair, or get outta dodge?" rephrased Dani.
"Point taken, let's go."
The two headed back towards the door, unaware that they were being watched...
Since the UNSIA no longer had a dedicated office in Australia, they had been forced to quarter with NASA and CSIRO in their observatory outside Canberra. While this meant there was a lack of dedicated equipment for their cause, it also meant that they didn't have to spend all day in an office, which was generally good for the soul.
Timmy and Dani had set themselves up on a picnic table on the bank of the nearby Cotter River.
"And we're doing this outside...why?" asked Timmy.
"Because it's a nice day and the observatory wanted us out so they could watch something on Venus," replied Dani.
"What has Venus ever done for us," muttered Timmy.
Dani rolled her eyes and placed the box on the table, opening it up.
"...it's a bunch of figures," Timmy pointed out.
"That doesn't invalidate anything," reminded Dani, "Remember that time we found that magic newspaper and ended up in 1933?"
"Yeah, I guess so," nodded Timmy, "Reckon we can touch 'em?"
"Nothing's happened to the box," Dani pointed out.
"Alright then," grinned Timmy, reaching in and picking out a figure of a police officer.
"Hmm...not bad," he mused, "Kinda boring..."
Dani peered into the box.
"There's a lot of cops in here," she noted, "Look, there's some from the US, some from Britain, some from Russia..."
"...so he really likes the police," grunted Timmy, "That doesn't tell us anything."
"Wait a minute," muttered Dani, digging through the box.
"What, what is it?" asked Timmy, "Does he actually have something..."
He trailed off as Dani pulled off another figure.
It was clearly male, someone short and dressed in a lab-coat. The paint was chipped in many places, but there was no mistaking who it was – especially from the very distinctive hairstyle.
"Let me see that," said Timmy.
Dani handed it over. Timmy looked it over, his face showing no emotion.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.
"They're people," nodded Dani, gulping, "All the cops must've gotten in his way, so he turned 'em into...but why Jimmy?"
"I don't know," replied Timmy, "Keep digging."
The two went through the box, digging out more police officers and what they could only assume were innocent bystanders as they found more familiar figures. Eventually, they were making quite a line-up of people they personally knew.
"Jimmy, Carl, Cindy, Spongebob, Patrick, Sandy, Jenny, Chester and AJ, Sam," Dani listed, going pale, "They're going after our friends!"
"Why?" demanded Timmy, "We haven't been a team in years, why would they both..."
He trailed off as Dani pulled out the last figure in the box.
The figure had white hair and a black jumpsuit.
"Oh Dani..." breathed Timmy.
"Okay," said Dani, clenching her unused fist, "Now this is personal."
"Is it now?"
The two jumped and looked behind them. Three men and a woman were standing by the table, arms crossed.
"Good afternoon, agents," sniffed Freakshow, "I'm Freakshow – these are Denzel Crocker, Penelope Spectra and Finbarr Calamitous. We'd like to talk about revenge."
"Revenge?" quizzed Dani, "For what?"
"It doesn't matter," snapped Calamitous, "We have this."
He glanced at Crocker, who pulled a small wand out of his pocket.
"Where did you get that?" demanded Timmy.
"Oh, a little fairy gave it to me," sneered Crocker, "A little pink-haired fairy..."
"Well give it back," snapped Timmy, "Right now."
"This isn't getting us anywhere," scoffed Spectra, "Let's just get this over with."
"Gladly," retorted Dani, shifting into ghost form.
"You don't have a chance," sniffed Freakshow.
"After several years working for the UN?" replied Dani, "You'd be surprised..."
Paulina Torture Count: 1
E3 Hates Tony Abbott Count: 1