"Come on Mr. B, I know the ADAM is up here somewhere" The Big Daddy shook its head. "No! I'm not going back down there!" The Little Sister pouted. Big Daddy moaned. But Little Sister wasn't listening. She tore up the stairs of the lighthouse. Big Daddy chased after her as fast as he could, which, when made out of heavy metal wasn't very fast. "In here". The Little Sister climbed into the pod. "Okay Mr. B-" SLAM! The Pod door slammed shut. "Mr. B?!" Little Sister started to panic. "What's going on?! Help!". Big Daddy ran off to her cries, arriving to slam his drill arm repeatedly into the pod, with no effect. The Pod took off. Big Daddy roared in defeat.

The pod finally stopped, albeit a few hundred feet in the air, but it had stopped, and Little Sister was all too happy to get out. She seemed to be at a shrine of sorts, with people in white robes praying. She stepped out. There wasn't any ADAM here, but there wasn't any way out either. She walked around, the water feeling nice on her feet. Her feet were her shade of pale, but with much less dirt on them. The people there didn't pay any attention to her, instead remaining absorbed in prayer. She walked around, looking for a way out. She tried to tell one of the people she was lost, but they didn't seem to care. "I've gotta find Mr. B. But I don't think there's any way down." She sighed. She walked through a church, getting increasingly worried. "Excuse me." A voice asked. "Can I help you little girl?" Little Sister turned to the man. He was wearing dirty and torn clothes, and had greying hair, including his beard. "I'm lost." She explained. "Where are your parents?" The man asked. "I don't have any." Little Sister responded. "Oh. Well then. Who usually looks after you?" He asked again. "Mr. B." Little Sister explained. "And where might he be?" Joel asked. "He's down there." Little Sister pointed down. "Ah. Well then. We'll just have to find a way down then. Come on."

Joel did his best to ignore the yellow eyes and decaying skin, although no one else was willing to do that much. Most simply pretended they weren't looking despite the obvious looks of disgust on their faces. Many people moved out of his way, with some voicing their disgust. "The people here aren't very nice mister." Little Sister muttered, drawing closer to Joel. "I know. But we'll be gone soon." Joel reassured her.

"Oh good heavens!" One person shouted. "Where on earth did that come from?". Joel turned to see what "that" was. It was a guy in a diving suit with red eyes and a drill for an arm rampaging through the floating city. "Mr. B!" Little Sister ran over to the hulking brute. "Hey! Get back here kid! That ain't safe!" Joel yelled after her. But much to his surprise, it stopped everything when it saw her, and it's eyes turned green. He embraced the child and walked over to Joel. Joel held his nerve and looked "Mr. B". It made a noise and then walked off. But it wasn't that simple. The police opened fire on him and he retaliated. His drill arm whirred into life, and he ran after the police officers. Joel ran for cover, as did the police when they realized how little effect the bullets had. "It's okay, Mr. B. They're gone now. They won't hurt us now."

No sooner than she had said that, the diving suit was hit with a force that sent him to the other side of town. In his place stood a thing no more than 3 feet tall, with thin arms with ridiculously disproportionate clawed hands and a wolf's face. Not to mention how cartoonish he looked, like he was coloured in using crayons. Joel pulled out a gun. "Don't move!" He yelled. The creature blinked. "Really?" He deadpanned. "A gun?" Joel didn't respond. "I have claws for hands, can move through the air, and you're thr-" Joel fired. "Aww what the hell?!" the creature whined. "You lousy ass!"

"Didn't you tell me not 5 seconds ago that guns weren't a threat to you?" Joel reminded him. "Yeah, when people don't use dirty tactics!" He retorted. "Aw man, why didn't Calypso tell me I wasn't immune to bullets?" He asked himself. "Wait" Joel muttered to himself. "Who?" But before he could ask, he noticed that the creature had been sliced in half. "What the..."Joel looked to his left. There was the assassin. A robot was kneeling down with his sword drawn, but there was no blood on it. The cartoon character had disappeared as well, leaving Joel very confused. "Hey! Who the hell are you?!" He demanded.

The robot turned around to reveal a human face with a robotic body. "What did you do that for?!" Joel protested. "I could have learned somethin' from him!"

"I have higher priorities. They're a threat to public safety." The robot responded. Joel was about to make a smart remark, but decided against it. "Raiden." He said his name. "Joel" Joel replied. "Alright...Joel. Well, I don't know. You probably don't know this place any better than I do."

"Ain't no probably about it." Joel assured him. "But I think we should stick together. You seem like an honest man." Joel ignored Raiden. Then a monkey jumped onto Raiden's head, screeching wildly. It would soon regret that, as Raiden easily pried it off, and proceeded to chop into as many pieces as physically possible. "Don't you think that was a tad too much?" Joel asked. "Not really." Raiden answered.

Then a young boy came rushing towards them. He had spiky blond hair and wore a red and white jacket. He also sported jeans and had what looked like lightsabers on his back. He had a net in his hands, and was obviously looking for the monkey Raiden had cut into pieces. He cut it so fast, it didn't even spill blood. All the pieces just blew away in the wind. "I'm searching for a monkey, and I think it came this way. Did you by any chance see it?" The boy asked. "Erm, no. Why?" Raiden asked. The boy looked disappointed. "Those monkeys are trying to take over the world!" He informed them. I've gotta get them all so they can't cause harm. Raiden was skeptical. That story certainly seemed far fetched, but it was better than "He's my pet, and I'm worried he's gone missing!". "And is that why you're here?" Joel asked. "No." Spike answered. "I just woke up here. I was chasing monkeys in Tokyo, and all of a sudden, this alien comes out of nowhere and starts throwing cars at me. I panicked and ran, until I saw this blue portal thing, and so I jumped into it, and well, here I am."

The blue portal triggered interest. "A blue portal. Like one that just hung in the air on its own?" Spike nodded. "I'm Spike, by the way."

Isaac Clarke fired his plasma cutter at the wizard. "Ohhhhh" He groaned. "Where did Kutaragi get you from?" He asked. Zarok had really underestimated Isaac Clarke. Thinking he was going in for an easy kill, because Calypso told him so. What Calypso hadn't told him, was that Isaac was able to rebound Zarok's spells with his powerful kinesis and was able to fight with his own powerful attacks. Isaac got ready to fire. He shot at Zarok, merely wounding the already fallen wizard. He needed to go for the head. He was about to shoot, until a man appeared before him and shoved him off Zarok. Isaac knew he had to shoot. But he couldn't. Why? He didn't know. There was nothing physically stopping him from raising the plasma cutter in his hands to this man's head and blowing his brains out. But something intrigued Isaac about this man. He wanted to know more.

The man noticed this. "Are you going to finish him off? I really don't have the time to await a decision." "Huh?" Isaac was confused. "I beg your pardon. William Calypso is the name."

Isaac went to introduce himself. "It's alright Mr. Clarke. I'm fully aware of who you are." Isaac was shocked. "But how-"

"It's not important. But listen. I'm here to inform you about some dangerous individuals around here. A robot man wielding a sword. A big creature in a diving suit. An old man with a rusty pipe. Causing havoc. Their leaders, people in large warships that travel through the air will be here soon."

Isaac still didn't understand. "Wait, why are you telling me this, and secondly, how can I trust you? No offence, but you don't look like the kind of person who I'd wanna meet in a dark alley...or have a conversation with in broad daylight. Isaac raised the plasma cutter. "What about him?" He asked, pointing to Zarok. "Is he on your side?" Calypso almost forgot about Zarok crawling away behind him. "Ah." He turned to Zarok. "This...ruffian has been causing us trouble for quite some time." Zarok froze at hearing this. "Then why'd you stop me from making sure he doesn't cause anymore trouble?" Isaac asked. "I did?" Calypso seemed apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry, please go ahead." Zarok turned to Calypso. "Wait, what are you doing?!" Zarok demanded. "Something that should have been done a long time ago!" Calypso felt a crooked smile form. It all happened in the blink of an eye. A shot was fired, but it hit Calypso, not Zarok. It hurt. Isaac Clarke stood pointing the palm of his hand at Calypso, Zarok steadily getting to his feet. But Calypso's attention turned to Isaac. Calypso's smile had turned to an uncharacteristic scowl, and it wasn't because his favourite grey suit had been ruined by a plasma blast (no blood), but rather because he knew that Isaac Clarke didn't fire the shot. "What was that?!" He demanded. "I should ask you the same question!" "Isaac" retaliated. "But I won't because I already know the answer! Jesus Christ Calypso, I'm sick of this shit with you! If it weren't for that crystal pre-school project in charge of this whole thing then I'd have you shot!"

"Why?" He asked, dryly. "You know exactly why!" Metal shot back. "Goddammit Calypso, if I ever find out why you want everyone on your side dead..."

"Why I want them dead?" Calypso repeated, seemingly hurt by such wild accusations. "Well, I never knew you thought about it that way. I was merely creating a distraction. Attempting to befriend Isaac. That would have made him much easier to deal with. But I understand. One could easily make that assumption."

With that, Calypso walked off, leaving Zarok and Metal Sonic all alone. Metal was frustrated. He knew Calypso was lying, hell, even Hillary Clinton would have called him out on it. But he didn't know what the truth was, and until he figured it out, there was no way he was ever going to stop Calypso.

The very idea of it made blood he didn't have boil. In frustration, he fired a shot out of his right hand. "Hey! What's the big idea?!" A deep voice demanded. Metal turned and saw a small creature, seemingly made out of rocks. He had a glowing rock in the centre of his chest, seemingly what gave him sentience. He was tiny though. His voice could not be more misleading.

"A Golem." Zarok got to his feet. "No." Metal said in his usual cold tone. "Knack." Zarok looked confused. "My scanners." Metal explained. "An All-Star, in fact."

Zarok jumped. "An All-Star?! We must get rid of him immediately, if that is the case!" Zarok fired a ball of fire from his staff. Knack jumped out of the way, just as the fireball crashed into the multi-story house behind him. "You shouldn't have done that." Metal kept his glare fixated on the pile of rubble the building had been reduced to. "I didn't know we payed for collateral damage caused." Zarok remarked. "That's not what I'm worried about." He replied, pointing to the bricks, which were one by one, making their way towards Knack.

Isaac Clarke was looking for these "Dangerous individuals " Calypso was talking about. Not that he believed they were dangerous, but he was just rather curious. Naturally, he couldn't place any trust in Calypso, but that didn't mean it was safe to trust his enemies just as quick. "Come now, what on earth are you doing here?!" An angry voice demanded. "You've got no business up here. You belong below the sea!" A policeman scolded.

Isaac had to take a good look at who-or what he was scolding. Two horrific humanoid creatures, completely black and white, one skinny and short, the other fat and tall. The fat one seemed docile, unaware of the trouble he was in, while the little one stared scornfully at the policeman, waiting for the next move he was going to make. "Hey! You!" The policeman yelled at Isaac. "Hands Up!" He took out a pistol, to which Isaac raised his hands. He didn't want any trouble. "What's the matter?" He asked the officer. The policeman was stunned. This one could talk. "My word" He muttered. "You speak." Was all he said. "Erm, yes." Isaac was confused. "Well, anyway, I'm sending you back down along with those two." He gestured to the other two figures.

"What? I don't understand. What's "down there?"

The policeman gave him a dirty look. "You're going back down there. That's that." Isaac lowered his hands to protest, prompting a reaction from the policeman. He fired his gun, through Isaac's torso, and his weakened armour. Isaac winced in pain.

"Now, if there's going to be-AAAAAH!" The policeman was tackled off his feet, sending the gun flying out of his hands. Another man had the policeman pinned down, but there was something odd about this man. He had sickly pale skin, and glazed eyes. He was covered in blood, not all of it dried, and had an ear missing. He made mad howling noises, swinging at the policeman who was trying to get up. The other two creatures were just as shocked, when this abomination buried his teeth into the policeman's neck, drowning out his pleas for help. Isaac, ignored the pain from the bullet, looked at the duo, and they all bolted. Isaac scooped up the policeman's pistol on the way, which had fifteen shots, out of a max of sixteen. He had his plasma cutter too, but he only had twenty shots in that, and didn't want to go up close and personal with these things. Zombies.

Isaac was in a bad situation already. He had travelled through narrow alleyways, surrounded by tall buildings either side. The pain from his upper torso meant it was going to be difficult to shoot, and by the looks of things, he would have to. That first shot had probably attracted enough attention. But where was he going to go? Away from here, that was for sure. Fortune didn't favour him though.

He saw an opening onto a street, where there were police providing stiff resistance for the zombies. There were a lot of zombies, but the police had a gatling gun, which mowed them down. Isaac attempted to run onto the street before he noticed a zombie lock its sights on him. Isaac opted for the pistol, and struck the creatures head, sending it crumpling to the ground. But that was a big mistake. More of them began to pay attention to where the new shots were coming from, and upon realisation, began to chase their prey back into the alleys. They weren't ridiculously fast, but they made you work to stay alive alright. The other two were surprisingly fast, keeping pace with Isaac. The wound was still bleeding, but at this point, bleeding was the least of his worries. They came across a sharp left turn, barely making it through without smashing through the walls.

Then there was a restaurant. One fat zombie came out, obviously not satisfied with the eatery's menu. Isaac gave him a lead sandwich and kept running, jumping over the corpse. The corpse was actually so big, many of the zombies were tripping over it, creating a blockade. It bought some time, but maybe not enough. Isaac couldn't take it anymore. That shot drained a lot of blood from him. The colour in his vision was going, and so was his hearing. Before he noticed anything else, he blacked out.

Lil & Laarg were shocked. But there wasn't much time. Those undead were starting to sort themselves out, so they needed to move quickly. Laarg threw Isaac over his shoulder, and the two kept running. But there was one problem. A brick wall up ahead. Lil panicked, knowing that this could be the end. But Laarg wasn't so sure. He tossed Isaac into Lil's arms, who, in turn, nearly collapsed under Isaac's weight. Then, for once, Laarg used his head...as a battering ram for breaking the wall. In one swift and graceful dive, bricks came flying inside the building. He kicked down some bricks he had missed before ushering Lil inside. A hotel lobby. Many fine floors were overhead, but there were no stairs. No elevator either. Crap. How would they be safe now? Lil looked towards the hole in the wall to see Laarg gently place each individual brick back in place. Then loud roaring was heard. The zombies were close, and Laarg realised that. He stopped putting the bricks down, picked up Isaac and stared into the horde. Lil felt the same way. Then there was a gust of wind behind them, brushing off their ankles. The two turned around. A tile of sorts. It had a glowing smiling purple face on it.

Lil realised this was their only chance to get to safety. How? He didn't know, but he was desperate. The tile launched him into the air, and over the balcony, onto the second floor. Laarg quickly followed suit, and ended up next to his partner. There was a loud thud as Laarg landed. But everything held strong. The two finally felt safe. But who had saved them?

Then they saw it. A burlap sack doll. He stood no more than a few inches tall, but didn't seem the least bit fazed by anything happening around him. He simply waved at them, and gave them a huge smile. He then gestured towards a princess. A grossly inflated one at that! She was gorging herself on some cake, which couldn't be heard over the zombies below, who couldn't figure out how to get up. She finished the cake that she had, then ordered her guards to standby. Those guards were about as tall as the doll, with the princess being slightly taller, but still quite a bit shorter than Lil. She examined them before nodding. "Cake, please!" she ordered, before the doll produced a large slice. The two were stunned. What had just happened? Did the doll really just pull that cake out of nowhere?

They pondered for a while, before something hit Laarg. Isaac! He placed Isaac on the floor, and then got the attention of the guards. Fortunately, there was a doctor, similar physically to the guards, who was able to stop the bleeding. There wasn't any talking, but it was still loud, due to the zombies below. Isaac eventually started to come around, but he wasn't really offered much explanation as to where he was or how he got there. He still had his weapons, and was thankful to be alive. Then there were tremors. Lil turned around to Laarg, who looked just as confused. The hotel remained completely intact. The tremors stopped. Then they came back, more powerful. They kept going, even through the side of the hotel. The wall on the far side of the hall crashed down, as everything threatened to go with it.

Metal looked down at Knack, buried in ruins of more buildings, but this time, too damaged to fight back. For now. Metal went back to Zarok, who was halfway across the city, orchestrating his undead army. "We should leave now." He suggested to Zarok. "But we haven't gotten a single All-Star killed." Zarok argued. "Not important right now." Metal countered. "Your undead should kill off at least one if left alone."

"And what if it fails?" Zarok demanded. "Well then, you'll get a few more chances, at least." Zarok considered. "Not until at least one of them is down."

Metal didn't argue. "Very well. We'll leave whenever you're ready." He flew off, in search of the All Stars. As far as he was concerned, Zarok probably wouldn't be around before he decided to retreat. But oh well. It wasn't like Metal was losing sleep over Zarok being in any danger. He landed amongst the undead, who were finishing off the last humans still left. Knack was on the lookout for Metal, with his massive footsteps being heard pretty much everywhere in the city. Metal was surprised the whole thing didn't collapse. He walked through the now ravaged streets, looking for at least one All Star to kill, to satisfy Zarok. He searched and searched, but still no luck. Knack still hadn't found him, and kept most of the buildings intact, but Metal wasn't going after Knack. Too much effort. He kept thinking, and thinking hard. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he didn't even notice as he plummeted off the edge of the city. He saved himself and flew back up, but that sparked a few ideas in his head. "Maybe it isn't impossible to get to him after all. I might go for the whole hog."

Then he heard unintelligible gibberish. A rabbit ran towards him, or rather, away from something. Metal was annoyed by it, and so obliterated any trace of it from the earth. Then the pursuer reached him. It was a humanoid creature, with a red neckerchief and purple shirt. He had white gloves, and strangest of all, no arms or legs, and yet he obviously had hands and feet which he controlled. Metal scanned him. Rayman. A Playstation All Star. Rayman did nothing but give him an awkward thumbs up, sort of a thanks for his pest control. Metal flew away.

Rayman was understandably confused, but he continued on his way, not sure how he got here, or how he was going to get home. But that wasn't important right now. He walked through streets which he noticed were awfully bloody. That giant...thing wandering through the streets might have been the cause of it all. Rayman decided to confront it, running all the way over to the other side of the city, looking for a way to grab the beast's attention. Then someone fired a shot at it.

"That didn't work!" Joel yelled over the monstrous footsteps of Knack. "What next?!" Big Daddy came charging in out of nowhere, charging for Knack, despite the odds. Knack had probably killed that girl he looked after so well. He joined her. One step forward was enough. Joel and Raiden turned to run, while Knack gave chase. They ran until they met another cast of colourful characters. A Fat Princess, a spaceman, two Tim Burton characters, a burlap sack, everything. Joel, Raiden and Spike didn't let their guards down, keeping weapons trained on the group. "Can we talk?" The spaceman spoke up. "I'm Isaac Clarke. I'm not sure who most of these people are, but you've got no reason to shoot." He explained. "Why should I trust you?" Raiden demanded. "Because if you don't, look, there's this guy, William Calypso-"

"Wait!" Joel stopped him. "I've heard of him. Tell us what you know." Isaac continued. "I don't know much. But he is creepy. He's got allies too. Someone who looked like me, and an old wizard. They talked about having more members, but they seemed like-" Thuds drawing closer interrupted the conversation. "Shit."

Knack kept drawing closer, until a dot from nowhere picked him up by the chest and lifted him far into the air. "What's going on?!" Raiden demanded. "It looks like he's going to drop him in the ocean" Isaac answered. Then something hit Isaac. "Oh shit. We have to get off this city right now! That guy, he's gonna kill us!"

Raiden looked confused, before the same reality dawned on him too. The whole group was drawn into a frenzy. Sackboy, on the other hand, kept his composure. He took out his PopIt, and got out the one thing he new would help.

Then the idea became a reality. Knack was shot down at breakneck speed beyond the city, close to burning temperatures, and into the ocean some short distance away. But as physics say, every force it met with an equal and opposite force.

A tsunami. Through the clouds, a wave which would easily engulf the city shot up. That was what happened. Everyone in the city, wiped out. The city came crashing down through the ocean, another tsunami. But the group remained safe above the clouds, on a hot air balloon Sackboy had created. A fairly big hot air balloon. Joel, Raiden, Spike and Rayman were pretty stunned. But there was little time for questions, as approaching them was an airship, which dwarfed the hot air balloon. Once it reached a certain distance, a woman flew out to the balloon from the ship. "

You can land your balloon on the landing deck!" She told them before flying back. This was a weird day for Joel.

The balloon was landed, and then Sackboy made it disappear as quickly as it had appeared. "Over this way." A soldier pointed. "You'll be able to get to the lower decks through there."

That was what they did. They stuck together, as another soldier guided them to what was called G deck. "This deck is where your quarters are." He informed them. "They are DNA sensitive, and so only you may open your own quarters." Raiden wandered around the halls for a while, before finding his quarters which were labeled helpfully. "Okay." He looked around at some of the other names, which seemed to be randomly placed. There was no order the names were in, meaning he saw a lot of names. Sir D. Fortesque, R. Keys, S. Snake- Wait, what?! Snake was here?! Speak of the devil, he came walking down the hallway, when he saw Raiden.

"Snake?" "Raiden?"

Joel wandered through the different decks for a while. B deck seemed to be the most lively. There were plenty of colorful characters, some quite cheerful, others not so much. But he came to a quiet spot on the deck. There was a TV which was turned off, with two couches in front of it. But on one of them, there was a teenage girl reading a comic. Joel recognised her just from her auburn hair.

"Ellie?"

Ellie recognised that voice. She got up, and left. Joel sighed. She still wasn't over it. He was beginning if she ever would be.

Author's Note

Hello all! I know I've been away for a while now, but I'm back now at least. I actually write notes on what the plot for this is going to be, and usually that changes a lot. One day, I lost 'em and so I had to write new ones. So I'm hoping to start writing more chapters soon.

Once again, thanks for reading!