The Final Epic Showdown of Showdowniness-ness, yes.

'So this is what it has come down too…' Willow frowned as he faced down Greye and his Lucario. Rylte was battered and bruised at his feet from fighting through Greye's bodyguards.

"You foolish lookalike!" Greye smiled. "Did you truly believe you could defeat me?"

"Obviously, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered coming." Willow replied with a carefree shrug.

"You're treating our final battle as if were naught but a simple fistfight!" Greye snarled, enraged by his opponent's lack of care.

"Why should I take this fight seriously… its not as if it's the real thing." Willow yawned. "Its just the author having fun."

"I concur!" Said Jean as he warped into Greye's throne room.

"Where the devil did you come from? !" Greye gasped.

"Who the hell talks like that?" Mallori pondered as she tapped her chin thoughtfully, having also warped into the room.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion? !" Greye wailed. "This is becoming very anticlimactic!"

The door of Greye's throne room burst open and Devin in a Santa costume rushed in. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Silence.

Devin glanced up at everyone in the room; they simply stared blankly at him. "Was I too early?"

He was answered by Mallori who, in an inhuman feat of strength, kicked him back out the door.

"Ah, she must be your warrior." Greye commented, clicking his fingers. "I too have a skilled warrior at my service."

Limilia burst through the room wearing nothing but a bathrobe; her hair was wet and water dripped from her body, it was apparent that she had just left the shower. "Milord! Are you in danger? !"

Another awkward silence gripped the room.

Limilia blushed in embarrassment upon realising she had no clothes on and pulled the towel closer to her body.

"That does it!" Jean declared. "End the scene, this is waaaaay to ridiculous even for a fan fiction!"

"Hey don't break the fourth wall!" Mallori screeched, smashing him over the head with her unused skateboard.

"Guys! You're both breaking the fourth wall by mentioning the fourth wall!" Willow pointed out before facepalming. "Great now I'm doing it…"

"What is… this fourth wall you speak of…" Limilia coughed awkwardly, running a hand through her dripping hair.

"She's trying to correct us!" Jean beamed. "What a nice person!"

"JEAN!" Mallori boomed. "You are still breaking the fourth wall!"

'That wall has been broken since 1972 when Hungary attacked Turnips and was no longer known as 'Hungary', but 'WellFed'' Rylte spoke for the first time in this chapter.

"What is with these narrations! ?" Mallori flailed. "They're breaking the fourth wall!"

Silly Mallori then realised that she had once again broken the fourth wall, much to the annoying author's delight.

"Seriously…?" Mallori groaned.

Yes, seriously. But back to narrating the final showdown between good and evil is about to begin in Dragonball-

"Enough with the Dragonball references!" Willow snapped. "You reference that anime in every fic you write can't you be more original? !"

…Willow rubbed his temples like Renamon from Digimon-

"Not what I meant!" Willow roared.

"You know guys…" Jean started awkwardly. "I'm glad MY creator isn't as stupid as yours, I mean he made a Pokemon character called "Cookie" who likes cookies! He's consistent and doesn't pull the same crap ScotSniper does!"

As Jean (who wears jeans) continued to ramble about the author's dazzling brilliance a pie… yes, a pie fell from the sky and nailed Jean in the face, defying the laws of gravity.

Devin crawled back into the throne room. "Can I have some more screen time now?"

Suddenly a big yellow bulldozer came crashing through the throne room wall, sending debris and original characters scrambling. On it sat a familiar blond boy, he removed a bottle of juice from his trouser pocket and started drinking it.

"You incompetent buffoon! You're ruining my castle! Are you aware of how expensive this place was?"

James shuffled through his pocket and produced a piece of paper. "So this isn't 23 Diagon Alley?"

"Wrong fandom!" Mallori called out to him.

"Oh, my bad then…" James brought both his legs to rest on top of the bulldoser's steering wheel and continued to drink from his bottle.

"What a farce…" Greye commented dully. "Limilia dispose of them."

To everyone's horror Limilia was now fully clothed in her military uniform and had dozens of small knives in her hands.

"Quick! Protect Andy!" Willow yelled as he rushed in front of small, brown haired, generic, 8 year old boy who was crying. Mallori and Rylte quickly joined him as they took battle positions.

"Who the heck is Andy! ?" Jean complained. "Is Scot just making up characters for the sake of it now?"

Willow brandished his samurai sword, ready to deflect the inevitable onslaught of knives.

"Is this even the same fanfic anymore? !" Jean flailed his arms comically trying to get everyone's attention. "Where did he get that Samurai sword? !"

Limelia shot Willow one last glare before unleashing her barrage of knives.

Jean yelped and dived behind Willow as he prepared to parry the deadly blades and with several fast flicks of his sword the knives all clattered harmlessly to the ground.

Jean blinked and slowly stood up staring up at Willow, who stood calmly as a cool breeze swept by. "Nice moves Willow!"

"Thanks Jean." Willow turned around with a smile and Jean's face fell.

One of Limilia's knives had planted itself in Willow's forehead, and blood started to trickled down his face.

"Umm… Willow…" Jean started nervously. "You've got something on your… umm… face."

"Hmm?" Willow raised an eyebrow seemingly unaware that there was a knife in his head.

"Umm… there's a knife in your… umm… forehead…" Mallori finished nervously.

"What? ! Crap, I thought I thought I deflected all of them…" Willow whispered loudly to himself quickly removing the dagger from his head and slipping it into his jacket pocket. Willow slowly turned back to Limilia. "Nice try but your throws failed to hit any of us."

"WHAT? !" Jean screamed. "Willow! She hit you in the head!"

"No she didn't." Willow replied calmly.

"She clearly did! There's blood all over your face!" Jean argued back.

"If that were true, wouldn't I have a dagger in my head?"

"You pulled it out!"

"I did no such thing."

Jean threw his arms up in exasperation. "Hey you evil girl!" He pointed at Limilia. "You hit him in the head right?"

Limilia kept a neutral face. "No I did not hit him."

"What…?" Jean deadpanned. "Oh forget this! Lets keep fighting!"

"I agree, lets do it." Willow gave Jean a casual wave over the shoulder, but that just made the situation worse.

There was a dagger in Willow's hand.

Yet another awkward silence gripped the throne room.

"Umm… Willow…" Mallori shifted uncomfortably. "There… umm… is something on your hand."

Willow caught on quickly this time and pulled the dagger out of hand and slipped it into his pocket. "Huh? What do you mean Mallori?"

"Did you deflect any of those knives? !" Jean screamed in rage.

"I just saw him, he deflected all of them." Limilia pointed out calmly.

"…she's helping me look cool…" Willow muttered to himself. "…she's such a nice person…"

"But you aren't cool!" Jean pointed out. "You suck at your job, you're a lazy slob, you let your Riolu run wild and you still haven't paid my fifty bucks back!"

"Oh no Andy!" Mallori screamed.

Sticking out from the top of Andy's head was one of Limilia's knives.

When Willow saw this he was surrounded by a dark aura. He slowly turned to face Limilia with a murderous look in his eyes. "You are going to pay…"

But just as he was about to leap into combat a voice stopped him.

"Umm actually I saw the whole thing."

The group turned to face an injured royal guard who had stumbled into the room.

"Err… you see…" The guard nervously tried to explain. "When the guy with the sword deflected all those daggers, he knocked one up into the sky, which ultimately fell back down and hit the little boy in the head, killing him. So, technically it's the boy with the sword's fault the boy is dead…"

Everyone turned to look at Willow who had his head hung low with shame, but suddenly he straightened up and black aura surrounded him. He slowly turned back to Limila. "You are going to pay…"

"Did he completely ignore what that guard just said? !" Jean squawked, clutching his head and shaking it as if he were a person in Yu-gi-oh (That counts as an anime right?). "This world is too freakin' bizarre!"

"Yes that's right, I killed the boy." Limilia nodded, still keeping a cool face.

"She's still playing along! ?" Jean wailed manically. "What's going on here? !"

Willow grit his teeth. "Please stop being so nice and stuff! You're gonna make it hard for me to defeat you!"

"I'm not being nice." Limilia spoke as if she were indifferent. "If I hadn't thrown those knives then this whole thing wouldn't have happened and that boy wouldn't be dead. So technically I killed the boy."

Everyone glanced at each other and shrugged, agreeing that Limilia's logic was feasible.

"Alright then!" Willow declared, raising his sword. "Lets fight."

Splat.

Another dagger hit Willow in the forehead. This time Willow simply fell back and hit the ground with a deathly thud.

"Willooow!" Mallori and Jean cried out in horror before…

Splat. Splat.

Mallori and Jean glanced down at their bodies only to realise that two daggers where protruding from both of their chests. Both swayed before falling backwards, lying side-by-side their fallen comrade.

'Hmm she seems to have forgotten about me…' Rylte muttered to himself.

Splat.

And the Riolu fell down as well.

"What a waste…" Greye snorted in disgust and left the throne room, slamming the door behind him.

Limilia approached the bodies and gave Willow's a gentle kick. "He's gone now."

Willow sat up and removed the dagger from his forehead, which was really just a fake dagger with a suction cup at the tip.

Mallori and Jean sat up as well.

"What…" Jean muttered. "I thought I really was dead…"

"Don't be ridiculous Jean!" Mallori snapped at him. "The good guys never die in these fics even if the whole chapter is just one big joke!"

Jean thought about this for a moment. "Good point."

'Can weh parteh nauw?'

"Woo partaaay!" James and Devin cried in delight.

And thus, the character's partied, the fourth wall was broken… and ScotSniper was amused.

Chapter End.