Amy's p.o.v***
"Well, now what?"Battleship asked me, smiling confidently down with his hands on his hips, eyebrow raised. I crossed my unchained leg over the chained one and leaned back, glaring at his as I broiled in anger. Gasser was currently fighting one of the 5(6) masked men, who had been attatched to bungee chords and shot back up through the hole after falling in. Battleship had flapped his hands and gotten these really creepy, shiny eyes and somehow flown through the hole.
"Now my friends will defeat your mathmatically challenged warriors, and make rice soup out of you."I smirked at him, seeing an irritated grimance on his face give off his true emotions: He was worried. Bobobo had defeated men twice the skill of these men, and it was only a matter of time before-
"Sir." A co-captain walked in, saluted, and said, "Gasser has failed."
I dropped my head. So much for that...
"How many big shocked reactions did he do?"I asked in a shaking, dissapointed voice.
"Six."
"And did Dengaku man randomly show up?"
"Yes."
"And Bobobo was so surprised he turned into a ballerina?"
"Um, I believe so."
"And they threw Gasser out of the Pomade ring?"
"Indeed."
I took in a deep breath, then let it slowly out. Figures.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."I agreed, and Battleship cut me off with laughter. I looked halfway up at him, glaring. Sure, Gasser lost, but we still had Bobobo and Softon. Hell, maybe even Don Patch. Jiggler was gonna last approximatly five seconds, but that's still a good portion of us that'll win. And after all, it's not like I'm trapped here.
Yes, I'd realized about five minuets in that my handcuffs around my ankle weren't actually attatched to anything.
Softon's p.o.v****
After ten minuets of messing around, Bobobo's fight really began with the true boss: June 7th. The only thing keeping us all calm was food: Milk for Don Patch, noodles for Jiggler, and soft serve vanilla for me. Yes, vanilla, though my head depicted strawberry. I wasn't a cannible, afterall.
"Hush up,"I ordered to the roudy bunch, Gasser sitting in the window he had flown back through, "The fight's about to start."
We watched the monitor as Bobobo channeled his inner power and sent the ripped calendar paper into Bobobo-world. My thoughts went back to when I was in Bobobo world, the odd suffocating, draining feeling it had on you if you didn't act like a monkey with ADD. Yet, Amy had been fine, even though she wasn't acting strangley. That was something I'd taken great notice of. While Bobobo's erratic attacks, not including the Fist of the Nosehair, affectively defeated enemies, such as Wiggin' contests, the Bo theater, and Bobobo World, Amy remained unharmed, unlike those surrounding Bobobo.
"Hmm,"I mused outloud. That was something to look into.
"Hey, Mr. Softon?"Gasser inquired, and I looked down at him. He pointed to the monitor, and I refocused back up to where King Nosehair, Bobobo, and Don Patch were performing a combined attack on June 7th... I looked behind me, seeing Don Patch playing Jenga with Jiggler. Then back at the monitor, where he was fighting the boss...
"But..."I was cut off by the monitor's camera zooming out to the box field where Bobobo and Don had been fighting, an announcement going out that Bobobo had won. We all looked to the number 2 spot, where Bobobo materialized with Don Patch. But the other Don Patch was..still..here?
"How on Earth?"Gasser exclaimed, but before he could finish Bobobo picked up the second Don Patch and pulled a plug in its back, the apparent doll deflating and shooting out the window.
"Whew, and that's how it's done."He said, walking over to the loser's corner where Gasser sat and crouched next to him, head hanging.
"Whaaa? You won though!"Gasser exclaimed. Anouther thing to look into: How had Amy put up with these fools?
Amy's p.o.v****
"Commander!"The co-captain ran back in, and we looked up from a game of Go Ramen. It's like Go Fish, but instead of fish it's Ramen.
"Hmm? I was winning! What is it?"Battleship demanded, though he'd lost five out of six games. The shaking young man saluted and announced,
"Bobobo had defeated June 7th!" I smiled, relief filling me. I knew Bobobo would win at least, if not anyone else.
"Wait!"The commander pressed a Blue Tooth to his ear and nodded, then straightened back up and said,
"Don Patch has lost to 'Tough Looking Guy'!"
"That was fast!"I exclaimed, shocked. Who names their kid 'Tough Looking Guy' anyways?
"Who's up next?"Battleship asked, confidence restored as he stood up.
"Former General Jelly Jiggler!"
"Very well, return when the match is over-"
"Wait."I interrupted Battleship, shaking my head.
"Hm? Why?"He asked, curious.
"Just give it a second."I instructed, and loe and behold the co-captain got a new message, then announced,
"Jelly Jiggler has lost to Little Hungry Puppy!"
Yeah. I've got a great team.
"Well, in that case, it looks like it's time for things to start wrapping up."I stood up and pulled four needles from my back pocket, Battleship gasping in shock.
"But, I chained you to my invisible pole!"He shouted, pointing to the nothing my chain was on.
"Sir, you had that removed, remember? You kept running into it."The co-captain reminded in a scared whisper.
"Besides,"I said, leaning down and unclipping it from my ankle, "It wasn't locked anyway." There was an awkward silence, Battleship poking his fingers togeather in embarassement.
"You know, for one of the Big Four, you would think that I would have thought this through a little more."He deadpanned, and I nodded.
We had to get this over with soon, before anyone else got hurt by this guy. I pulled the needles behind me and shouted,
"Fist of the Scorpion, Pushpin Detonation!" I threw the needles at him with increasing speed, and he only had seconds to grab something and hold it in front of him, the needles hitting it and immediatly exploding.
I winced back, fanning the smoke away from me as we all looked at the now-broken button Battleship used to block himself... The same button I'd looked at earlier and wondered why it was there in the first place.
"Battleship?"I asked, scornfully. He pouted like a child caught doing something wrong and asked,
"...Yeah?"
"Was that the 'Destroy Pomade Ring' button?"
"...Yeah?"
Facepalm. There was no reaction that I could have given that was more appropriate. Suddenly, the entire ring lurched to the right, throwing me backwards against the panel of buttons. I winced, a pain shooting up my back as a sinking feeling filled my stomach, jaw clenching as we pulled G's towards the ground, plummeting towards Pupu City. Beauty.
I gasped and opened my eyes, looking at the doll sliding towards me. I quickly reached up and grabbed it, holding the doll to my chest protectively as the impact sounded.
Things were too peaceful at first, and then a huge slam as the ring hit the ground, injuring my ribs and knocking the breath out of me. My bones rattled as I curled up and closed my eyes, fearing the worst. Something large was plummeting down towards me, and I rolled so that I was over Beauty, holding the doll close. Whatever was about to kill me wasn't going to get Beauty, I was sure of it. Seconds passed and nothing happened, everything around me far quieted aside from the sizzling of metal.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking up and gasping. A piece of the Ring probably twice as big as me was right above me... And so was Bobobo and Softon, who were both holding it up with both hands, looking cooly down at me with serious expressions. Softon! Bobobo! How they'd reunited was a mystery to me, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were both safe and sound, and I had never been happier to see them.
I gave a relived smile and laugh, taking a moment before quickly standing up and moving out of the way of the metal. Without looking, Softon and Bobobo dropped it...right onto Jelly Jiggler. He screamed, being squished halfway into the metal. I chose to ignore it.
"Guys! You're okay!"I exclaimed, reaching up and hugging them both with an arm each. I was glad that they'd survived that crash, along with their battles. They were both a bit surprised at first, but then hugged me back. It was warm and comforting after everything that had happened, to have both of them close to me.
"Amy, where's Beauty?"I head, and quickly turned around to see a concerned Gasser. I reached into my pocket and pulled out Beauty, still in doll form. I frowned, worried that she would never be Beauty again.
"Here, let me fix that!"Bobobo exclaimed, picking up the doll and placing her into his half-open afro. He closed it and shouted happily, "Blender on!"
"Blender?"Gasser and I exclaimed as his afro spun around and around, with Beauty inside of it. After a few seconds, it stopped and opened back up to reveal... The doll all raggedy and torn. I lunged at Bobobo, irritated, with Gasser holding me back.
"Bobobo!"I shouted, and he cowered away from me.
"Don Patch!"He called, and I relaxed for a moment, looking over at Don who opened up his mouth.
"Tada!"He shouted, an Beauty slid right out, normal finally. Aside from how gross that was, I felt happiness swell up inside me and I exclaimed,
"Beauty!" I ran at her as she woke up, groggy and confused. I pulled her into a tight hug and relished in her presence. She was finally safe again!
"Yeah! We're all finally back together! Now we can go defeat Battleship!"Gasser cheered as I helped Beauty to her feet, the two smiling at eachother.
"We can't." I looked surprised over at Softon, who leaned his back against a piece of shrapnel, arms crossed. "We lost three of four battles. There's no way we can beat him."
"But how?"Beauty exclaimed, having not been concious for the past hour or so.
"Simple. We suck."He deadpanned, and I sighed. It was true.
"By the way Bobobo, I noticed a weakness of yours in your earlier battle."Softon pointed out darkly, and Bobobo raised an eyebrow.
For some reason, I sensed a certain tension between these two.
"If you wanna fight Battleship, you'll have to overcome that weakness."He said.
"If he strikes Bobobo down, he'll come back as a ghost stronger than ever."Don Patch narrarated in a serious, human-like face.
"Yeah-no."Softon shot him down, and pushed off of the rock. "There's only one way you can overcome that weakness Bobobo, I will open the gate to the world of Blabs-A-Lot!"
He tightened his fists and a green aura surrounded him, a growl in his throat telling us that something big was gonna happen. The world of Blabs-A-Lot? I held my breath, everyone tensed up and preparing for a major, huge, mind-blowing, special-effect ridden happening of anouther world...
A port-a-potty fell from the sky and crushed Softon. I gasped and ran up to him as he gasped for breath, cringing under the weight.
"Softon!"I exclaimed, looking at him concerned.
"It's okay, hurry now! Go into the gate before it closes, so that we can defeat Battleship!"
He shouted, pain evident in his voice.
"We can't."I said, pointing the other way. "Don Patch and Bobobo went over there."
Softon paused for a moment, eyes wide. Then he shot himself out from under the port-a-potty and grabbed Bobobo and Don Patch, who had been playing hopscotch, and pushed them towards the door.
"Noo! It smells in here!"Don Patch whined.
"I don't have to gooo!"Bobobo cried, and Softon planted his foot on their backs, shoving them into the black and red swirlly-looking portal.
"I'll go, too."I said, walking towards it with Beauty close behind me.
"...Amy.."I turned around, Softon standing there with one hand outstreached. I looked into it and saw the ice pack I'd given him back a few chapters ago. I smiled, looking up at him.
"I'll be fine, Softon. You keep that, in case you get hurt again, okay?"I reasoned, and he looked me in the eyes for a moment.
In that moment I felt a kind of...protective feeling, safe even. Softon... My first friend. I was glad he showed up here, and oddly enough it wasn't just because he could help us defeat Battleship. Also because it had been so long since I'd seen him last and...he gave me a good, warm feeling.
"Okay. Be careful."He instructed, and I nodded.
"Beauty, you sure you wanna come?"I asked, and she winked at me.
"'Course I am!"
"Alright then, you two watch out for Battleship and try not to get hurt!"I called back, as I stepped into the swirrly port-a-potty...
I don't get paid enough for this.