HOLY CHEEZE-NIPS! Can I get an, "UPDATE"?
Sorry for the long hiatus AGAIN, guys… but my computer suffered a great deal of problems. It's still running slow, so if this chapter seems rushed, understand that I just want to get a new chapter up before the next disaster hits and people think I've died. Again. :P
ALSO! This isn't an ordinary episode- that is, if there IS anything 'ordinary' about it- but this one will be a crossover to Anti-Twilight Forever's story, "Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip: Season Two". So if you haven't read that story… then this chapter will make the least sense out of the rest.
Disclaimer: We still don't own anything!
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It was a calm day at Paradise Towers, as the authors-
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HOLD ON ONE FLIPPIN' MINUTE!
(A 4x6 hits the narrator)
…ow…
Okay, seriously, what are we doing at Paradise Towers?!
"It's a crossover episode! Just go with it!" Fanatic called as he and Dragongirl walked in front of the apartment building.
…um, yeah. Okay.
"So, what are we doing here, again?" Dragongirl asked- as apparently someone forgot to read the script. (She looked up and gave the narrator a glare)
"We're on our way to Disneyland to search the Haunted Mansion attraction, remember?" Fanatic replied. "All the authors split up cross-country to find out which one the next reel is hidden in,"
"O-kay… but why are we stopping at Paradise Towers?"
"To rest- we've been driving for 18 hours already and Bumblebee needed to take a pit-stop," Fanatic then turned to the yellow car parked beside them. "We'll meet up with you in a couple hours, Bee."
Bumblebee honked in reply, then drove off.
Dragongirl looked up at the apartment building. "So this is the place ATF kept yakking about, huh? Not too shabby…" she turned to Fanatic. "Speaking of which, wasn't he going to come with us?"
"Nahh, he said he was going to help out the recruits filling in for all the authors."
"I wonder who THEY could be…" Dragongirl rolled her eyes. "But I thought WG and FF2 were going to meet up with us… or did they get wrapped up in Destiny again?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," came a voice, and they turned around and saw one of the OC characters of SPF, The Black Alchemist. "Hello, I'm Vincent, and I'll be your back-up for this evening,"
"Vincent! What's up? Are the guys around?" Fanatic asked.
"Heh, check out the newest chapter of SPF- they've got their hands full at the moment,"
"What about ZIP?"
Vincent scratched his head. "She took off somewhere, but she's sure to pop up anywhere sooner or later."
"Umm… can you fill me in?" Dragongirl asked Fanatic. "Who's ZIP, and how do you know this guy who looks like a cross between a Time Lord, Ninja Turtle, and Darkwing Duck?"
"Oooh, Darkwing, haven't heard THAT one before!" Vincent paused. "…I actually haven't, to be honest…"
"Vincent and Zippy are recurring OC characters in the story." Fanatic explained to Dragongirl. "I'd fill you in more, but we've got a plot to get to!"
"What kind of plot?"
Plot walked out of the building- well, actually he ran, looking a bit beaten-up. "One that requires you guys to brace yourselves!" he exclaimed, before diving into the bushes.
Before anyone could ask, there was a large bellow from in-
"WHERE ARE THOSE CLODS?!"
*the shout was so loud, it caused everyone, even the narrator, to blow back into a wall across the street*
…owie…
"Who… the… heck…?" Dragongirl groaned, as everyone stood up.
"That would be the landlord," Vincent scoffed, then took out a grappling-hook gun and shot it to the roof. "I'll catch up with you guys later- and you maaay want to clear the block," with that, he shot up out of sight.
"Um-"
*BAM!*
The doors of Paradise Towers flung open, revealing the nefarious Doctor Robotnik-
*BAM! Again*
…whose dramatic intro was ruined as the doors swung back and hit him in the face. "Stupid swinging doors…!" the villain grumbled as he stormed out, rubbing his bruised nose. He then noticed the two Authors standing there, looking at him. "What do you two want?!"
"Oh, nothing, we're just stopping by to, um, visit some friends." Fanatic replied, casually. "Can we pick up a key for the room 515?"
"What kind of manager do you think I am, handing out spare keys to strangers?!"
"…The kind who doesn't give a crap about his residence's well-being?"
Robotnik paused. "Good point. Here!" he handed them a key, then walked off. "Just stay out of my way, otherwise you're going to be visiting the slaughterhouse next!"
"…Quite the gentleman, isn't he?" Dragongirl scoffed. "What's a villain like him doing, running an apartment building like this?"
"It's kind of a running-gag. He tries to invent machines to gain world domination, but his plans- quite literately- blow up in his face. …That reminds me, are you wearing your flame-retardant gear?"
Dragongirl rolled her eyes. "I'm part dragon, dude. Every part of me is flame-retardant!"
"Just checking. Well, lets head in!" With that, Fanatic and Dragongirl entered the building.
Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched by Hater, sitting on the roof. "So it's just two of them today, huh? …And Robotnik has all those machines down in his lab. This could be quite beneficial… 'he said, pointing out the obvious'." The robot commented.
The Black Alchemist was right behind him, sneaking up and-
"Don't even." Hater grabbed him by the shirt-collar and threw him over the building! "What a dweeb." With that, he took off.
Vincent, meanwhile, was hanging on to a light-post. "The minute I get my hands on that guy, I'm going to rearrange his circuits!" he groused, before climbing down and running across to Paradise Towers.
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Meanwhile, down the block, another villain stood on the side of the street, talking on her cell-phone. "So, all we have to do is help get rid of the authors and get the reel, hmm?" Katrina Stoneheart was saying, in consideration. "What's in it for us?"
The Phantom Blot, who was on the other line (and for some reason, stuck in a closet), smirked. "You get rid of the authors, and I get rid of Holly Trueblood, and you'll own Trueblood Plaza once again," he stated.
Katrina gasped. "That is the sickest thing I've ever heard! …Tell me, are you single?"
Blot suddenly got a panicked look on his face. "Uh, um- *kssshhh* I can't hear *crackle-scchhh* breaking up! Just get the job done!" with that, he hung up.
Katrina scoffed and began to redial. "Who are you calling, mom?" her daughter, Brattina, asked as she was standing with her mom during the call.
"Someone I know who can do the job for us," Katrina answered. "After all, that cloaked buffoon doesn't expect someone of our standards to get our hands dirty, does he?"
"…I'm pretty sure everyone does,"
"Right, but this time, it's different. I'm having someone ELSE get rid of those authors for us,"
"So no one suspects us?"
"That… and I already have a manicure scheduled." She held up her cell, as her call was answered. "Hello, Captain… it's been a while. I'm sure you're quite busy, but I have a favor to ask…"
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Fanatic and Dragongirl entered the apartment, looking around at the room. "Nice place- and SWEET! They have a PS3!" Fanatic exclaimed, rushing over to the gaming console and looking through the games. "And they've got The Last Of Us! Must… play… before… zombie-bashing obsession dwindles!"
Dragongirl yanked him back. "We're not here on vacation, dude. We're just taking a break before we head to the Haunted-" she began to say, until she noticed something move on the balcony outside. "Hold it… I think we're being watched,"
The two Authors looked out on the balcony, yet whoever-or-whatever was out there had vanished. "Why is it that every time someone is watching you, they end up disappearing the moment you turn around?" Fanatic groaned. "That cliché is getting old!"
"I know, right?" A black-haired girl, randomly standing behind them, stated.
"GAH!" Dragongirl and Fanatic yelped, turning around and aiming their weapons.
The girl raised her hands. "WHOA! Easy! I come in peace!"
Fanatic breathed a sigh of relief. "Sheesh, Zippy, you should know better than to sneak up on a fellow insaniac!" he remarked.
"THIS is Zippy?" Dragongirl questioned, then looked at Zippy, observing her closely. "She looks familiar…"
"That's because I get around a lot. Now, mind telling me what you're doing in my neighbor's apartment while they're gone, or do I have to interrogate you in a cliché manner?" Zippy asked, taking out a light and shining it on them, while the rest of the room went dark. "I want names, dates, and times, bub! …Mostly the date. I forgot to get a new calendar,"
"ATF said we could stay here for a bit," Fanatic answered. "You know, while Shag, Pugs, and Flip cover our shift in the crossover?"
Zippy clicked off the light. "Oh, yeah… I seem to recall Puggsy griping about that." She then plopped down on the couch. "Alright, so how long are you two in town for?"
"Just a couple hours," Dragongirl replied. "We'd stay longer, but we have an urgent mission to get to,"
"Considering that the Blot is probably still cowering under his bed-covers after that last episode, I doubt it's THAT urgent," Fanatic scoffed.
"Oh? And what about Hater? He's probably up to something!"
"He's probably still suffering a hangover from that New Year's Eve crack-chapter! I mean, we haven't seen or heard him since then…"
"And even if he does come around, I can help you guys take him out." Zippy replied.
"You don't even know what he looks like!" Dragongirl replied.
"Just like Fanatic only with sunglasses, leather jacket, and he's a robot, right?"
Dragongirl gawked. "How did you KNOW that?!"
Zippy whipped out her laptop, putting up a picture of Hater… posing like Deadpool did for his movie-poster. "Someone keeps posting pictures of him on the interwebs… and he's standing right outside."
The two Authors turned, seeing Hater stepping through the balcony. "Didn't think I'd find you here, did you? Well now you're- Who the heck posted that picture?!" he shouted, swiping the laptop and taking down the picture. "Darn it, NC…!"
"Pfft. So much for a dramatic entrance this time, Hater." Dragongirl scoffed.
"Hey, I WAS going to be dramatic… but I decided it would be easier to just cut to the chase and kill you all." With that, Hater had his hands switch to saw-blades. "Now, who wants to die first?!"
"WAIT! Before you kill us, can I say something?" Zippy spoke up.
"No!" Hater then swung his blades at her-
Only for them to hit the fuse-box in the wall once she ducked. Volts of electricity surged through him, the lights flickered on and off, and he was blown back into the island counter!
"…I was going to suggest we take it outside considering the apartment is pretty small, buuuut never mind." Zippy stated, then picked up the droid. "Oh well! So much for an epic fight." With that, she threw him over the balcony!
The door swung open, and in ran Uncle Ted and the other recurring OC, Cartoon All-Star Shawn K. …along with his creator, Mr. Cartoon. "Whoa! What happened in here?" Uncle Ted asked. "Did the guys forget to pay the electric bill?" he then sniffed the air, smelling burnt-robot. "…Or put metal in the microwave?"
"Just had a security breach, guys. Nothing to worry about- for the time being," Zippy said, then walked out onto the balcony. "Well! I've done my cameo for this bit! See you guys around!" With that she jumped- and took off on a dragon. "C'mon, Glottis! To the movie theater- Age of Ultron is playing!"
Dragongirl blinked, then turned to Fanatic. "Is she related to you?!" she asked.
"Heh heh… Maybe." Fanatic replied, rubbing his chin while pondering.
"You must be Fanatic and Dragongirl. My co-author told me all about you," Mr. Cartoon replied, then scratched his head. "…though, now I'm wondering if we shouldn't have run more security drills…"
"Considering Hater just electrocuted himself and Robotnik took off somewhere, I think we're in the clear for a while," Fanatic replied… then got on the PS3. "And until the next disaster hits, I'm going to go hunting- it's opening day for Zombie Season!"
Dragongirl rolled her eyes, then turned to Mr. Cartoon. "So, you work with Anti, huh? What's that like?" she asked.
"…Crazy. Very, very, very crazy." Mr. Cartoon replied, then shrugged. "But, it makes the weekends more interesting. So, fill me in about this 'Hater' guy and 'Phantom Blot' he tends to bring up,"
Dragongirl rubbed her chin. "Lets see… Hater's basically a robot-clone of Fanatic's, who's opposite than him in personality and is working for an evil Transformer named Tempus, and is out to kill us all; and the Phantom Blot is a new recurring villain who is after some old cartoon-reels that are keys to the Disney Vault, one of which is located at the Haunted Mansion- which one, we're not sure."
Shawn K. let out a descending whistle. "That sounds more hectic than when we've reached the deadline and the script isn't ready!" he said.
"Hey, we've all been on hiatus, man. It's not THAT critical,"
"Were you guys ever hunted down by angry readers armed with spears and dynamite?" Mr. Cartoon scoffed.
"More like machine-guns and rabid attack-dogs," Fanatic replied.
"Boy, and everyone thinks that writing fan-fics is easy!" Uncle Ted commented. "With all that goes on, it must take a dozen authors to come up with so much material!"
"And it keeps getting interesting… Such as this next scene!"
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(Thank you, Fanatic, for that intro)…
Out in the backyard, Robotnik was dragging Scratch, Grounder, Horace, and Jasper towards the building, by their ears. "Ow! C'mon, boss, we didn't mean to mess up!" Jasper grunted. "You see, we just saw Age of Ultron, and when we walked downstairs and saw that droid… well, we just panicked!"
"Especially since it was muttering plans about wiping out the city!" Scratch added.
"That's what I PROGRAMMED it to do, you idiots!" Robotnik snarled.
"Well, you could have given us a heads up," Horace scoffed.
"Yeah, I'll be having nightmares for weeks!" Grounder agreed.
"You're going to be LIVING a nightmare if you dolts don't get your rears in gear and find me a new robot! NOW!" Robotnik screamed… then got hit by a 4x6. "Ow! …And why are boards randomly flying into people's heads?!"
The lackeys looked over, seeing Hater's lifeless body lying on the ground. "Hey, Boss, there's a new robot!" Horace exclaimed, running over with Grounder and hoisting up the robotic-antagonist. "A little fried, but looks to be in pretty good shape!"
"…almost looks like a mini-version of the Terminator," Scratch added, inspecting Hater.
"Well, haul it down to the basement already!" Robotnik ordered. The lackeys hoisted up the robot and carried him to the basement. "The sooner we charge this thing up, the sooner I can take over the world!"
…Or get your butt kicked.
Robotnik looked up at the narrator. "Oh, shut up! …sheesh, and I thought OUR narrator was annoying…"
Once they got him into the lab and on an examination table and opening up his chest-plate, Robotnik had the lackeys go fetch jumper-cables, tools, a few generators, and his afternoon coffee.
However, while he was shouting orders, The Black Alchemist snuck in, looking over Hater's circuits. He then zapped them with his Sonic Screwdriver a bit, before inserting a specific chip- a computer chip, not the kind you'd eat, though this one was shaped like a Doritos-chip, so… meh, he messed with his circuits, plain and simple! He then exited the basement, snickering.
"What's so funny?" Robotnik asked Jasper.
"What?" Jasper questioned.
"I heard someone snicker!"
"It wasn't us- unless someone here finds hard-labor funny," Scratch answered.
"Bah! Nevermind! Just charge up the robot!"
"Hey, boss, one question- Scratch and Grounder are robots. Why don't you use them?" Horace asked.
"Because I need an Artificial-Intelligence unit for this plan! …And those two don't have any kind of intelligence!"
"Hey! We have a LOW intelligence, so therefore we do!" Grounder huffed.
"Just get to work!"
The lackeys yelped and hooked up the cables to Hater, charging him and bringing him back to life! "Yes! It worked!" Robotnik exclaimed, walking over to Hater. "Now then, my first command is for you to-"
Hater shoved him aside. "Zip it, ya geezer! I don't work for you!" he snarled, then shut his chest-plate and ran out of the basement. "Geez, and I thought Blot was a lame villain…!"
"HEY! Get back here and help me fulfill my evil plots!" Robotnik shouted.
"Up yours!"
Robotnik fumed, then turned to his lackeys. "Of all the robots you had to find me, you had to bring in a teenager!"
"Hey, you should have known AI bots are often rebellious," Jasper sneered.
"Just go find me a new one!"
The lackeys groaned, but did as they were told.
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"…Thanks for the update, Anti." Mr. Cartoon said as he was talking into his cell-phone, before hanging up.
"What did Captain Spoilers tell you this time?" Dragongirl asked.
"Something about not letting Fanatic answer the door-"
"DIE, CLICKER, DIIIIEEEE!" Fanatic screamed, wrestling with the PS3 controller like a maniac. "GAH! HANG ON, ELLIE, I'LL SAVE YOU! GET BACK, YA BRAIN-DEAD SPAWN OF FLAMERS!"
"…I don't think we'll have to worry about that, at the moment." Dragongirl deadpanned, then walked over to Fanatic. "Dude, I hate to interrupt your 'Psycho Videogame Nerd' moment, but we really need to get going and find that reel."
"But… but… I'm almost to the Giraffe scene! You know how many feels that part has?!"
"Might as well let him get to a stopping point by himself," Shawn said with a shrug. "I'm sure he'll get bored with it…"
"It's The Last Of Us, Shawn… you really think so?"
Shawn paused. "…No."
"So, what kind of cartoon reel do you have to find?" Uncle Ted asked.
"An old 'Oswald the Lucky Rabbit' cartoon reel. And we really need to get to that Haunted Mansion before some antagonist beats us to it!" Dragongirl turned to Fanatic as she said this.
"Ten more minutes! Then we'll go!" Fanatic replied.
"Say… isn't there supposed to be a Predababy with you?" Shawn asked. "ATF said he's always with you in every episode you're in."
"He's with his dad today- plus, he's showing his Night Fury brother how to maul someone before they can even blink," Dragongirl replied.
"…Until they get bored and trail you here, you mean." Fanatic replied.
Dragongirl rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm not going to wait on you- I'll fly ahead to the Haunted Mansion and get started looking for that reel."
"I'll come along with you. It'll be too dangerous to go on your own… plus, it'll give me a new change of pace and get me out of the apartments for a bit." Mr. Cartoon answered. "Shawn, Ted, you two stay here and make sure Fanatic doesn't break anything-"
"It's the giraffe!" Uncle Ted was exclaiming.
"Must… not… cry…!" Fanatic strained.
Shawn chuckled, turning to his creator and Dragongirl. "Be careful, you two. I'll hold down the fort here,"
"Lots of luck," Dragongirl said with a salute, and she and Mr. Cartoon walked out the door. "…Though, I should mention that we'll need at least ONE more crazy person to assist us."
Mr. Cartoon smirked. "I know just the guy…" he stopped at an apartment door, knocking. "Hey, Stanley Ipkiss!"
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Meanwhile, Hater walked around the apartments, hiding in a closet when Dragongirl and Mr. Cartoon passed by, then went down the hall once they left. "511… 512… 513…" he whispered, looking for the apartment. "514… aha! 515! Time for a rematch… Wuh-oh!"
He ducked down in a potted plant, as Sam and Max passed by. "Hey, Sam, ever have a feeling that we're being given too many pointless cameo-scenes?" Max asked.
"Actually, I had a feeling that some homicidal droid is in the complex and is about to get into a fight with one of the most psychotic people in the world… But, I could be wrong. Lets go to Disneyworld and track down that pesky poltergeist who's been pelting people with peanuts and popcorn," Sam answered.
"Say that five times fast,"
Hater watched them go, then wiped his forehead. The last thing he needed was to tangle with the Freelance Police- which I don't blame him for, since those guys are too ignorant and badass to be afraid of anything… I mean, didn't they strike fear into the heart of The Rake? You know you don't want to mess with someone who can make a homicidal creepypasta scream like a five-year-old girl. No, really! I have it on video and everything! He practically whizzed all over himself the moment they showed up!
"DUDE! Distracting, much?!" Hater snapped at the narrator.
…Sorry.
Hater rolled his eyes, then held up his arm, switching it into his DIP-cannon…
(Wait, I thought ATF made an antidote that left every toon immune…)
"Yeah, but it still burns like hell," Hater replied.
(…Oh.)
Hater opened the door a crack- noticing Fanatic was still obsessed with the game, while Shawn and Ted watched him hack his way through virus-infected zombies. He grinned taking aim and blasting!
*click*
…or, tried to at least. "What the…?" he sputtered, shaking the cannon a bit, trying to shoot again. "The nozzle's jammed?! What's jamming it?"
"HELLO!" Zippy shouted as her head shot out of the nozzle!
"AUGH!" Hater stumbled back, blasting Zippy out and into the wall! "What the frag?!"
Zippy- planted against the wall and soaked with DIP- only plopped onto the ground, wiping DIP off herself. "Yeowch, you weren't kidding, Hater- this stuff DOES sting!" she commented.
"How the heck did you get inside…?! Gah! Never mind! Get out of my way, I have an assassination attempt to get to, and I'll mutilate anyone in my way!" Hater switched his arm into machine-gun mode, shooting at her!
Zippy ran along the hall, wall, and ceiling, avoiding the gunfire, flipping over Hater's head. "So, you wanna play rough, do ya?" she said with a smirk, taking out her own gun and firing at him!
One bullet managed to break through his sunglasses, damaging his eye. He only took off his shades, tearing out the bullet, his now-damaged eye sparking as he glared at Zippy. "Oh, it's on now, bitch!"
"Bring it, Gadget Boy!"
Hater clenched his fists. "A bullet in the eye I can take, but… no one compares me to an old Saturday Morning cartoon based off another cartoon! DIE, WHORE!" He started shooting at her again.
"Missed! Missed! Missed! Missed! Missed!" Zippy exclaimed, dodging every shot as Hater chased her down the hall.
"GET BACK HERE, WRETCH!"
"'Wretch'?! What is this, a Renaissance Fair? Update your lingo, bolt-brain!"
"YOU STUPID SKANK!"
"…Better!"
They ran around the corner out of sight, their shouts echoing down the hall.
Uncle Ted and Shawn looked out into the hall. "I could have sworn I heard gunfire and cussing out here," he stated.
"Derek was probably watching another violent movie again… I'd better make sure it's not 'R'-rated, again." Uncle Ted replied, walking across the hall to his apartment.
Shawn scratched his head, then walked back inside, watching as Fanatic turned off his game. "Man, FF2 was write- this game DOES leave an impact!" the author stated… then went through the rest of the games. "I wonder if Ni No Kuni is as good as WG keeps saying it is…"
"Um, before you defeat any other games in under ten minutes, I think we should see how the others are doing," Shawn said to him. "I have an uneasy feeling…"
"Yeah, you get used to it after a while."
Shawn arched an eyebrow. "So… was Hater always so easy to defeat, or did we just get lucky?"
"To be honest, he's mellowed down since Season 1- I guess all that ice messed with his circuits… but I bet he'll be showing up any minute now to destroy us all,"
The All-Star gave a deadpanned look. "That's comforting to know…"
"Don't worry! We'll be fine… just as long as no one says, 'what could go wrong'?"
"Fan, you just said it!"
Fanatic flinched. "…So, uh, how good are you at combat?"
Shawn K. slapped his forehead.
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"KEEP RUNNING!"
"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!"
Mr. Cartoon and Dragongirl raced down the track of the Haunted Mansion exhibit… pursued by Mors and Shuck! (…about time those two got back from their vacation). The two villains, apparently, managed to beat them to the building, and had made everyone evacuate the park due to their rampage, trying to not only get the reel first, but also annihilate the Authors in an ambush. "Sick 'em, boy!" Mors told Shuck.
Shuck snapped at him.
"Hey, how often do I get to use that line? C'mon, they're heading to the ballroom part!"
The two Transformers raced into the room, suddenly surrounded by holograms of dancing ghosts, looking around for the two Authors, Shuck sniffing around- the giant dog-like robot at one point trying to eat one of the holograms, until Mors slapped him upside the head, forcing him to focus.
Mors bumped into a couple, dancing. "Hey, watch it!" he snapped at them, trudging along. "…Stupid holograms,"
(Said 'holograms' then tore off their disguises and snuck out of the room while the robots weren't looking).
Villain gets a clue in: 3… 2… 1…
"WAIT A MINUTE! You can't 'bump' into a hologram!" Mors shouted.
Shuck face-pawed, groaning.
"SHUT UP AND GET AFTER THEM!"
They raced down the hall, tracking down the Authors…
Who were on the ceiling, Dragongirl using her claws to move along, while Mr. Cartoon hung on to a rafter. "Hurry, this way!" Dragongirl whispered, flying down the hall.
"Wait- not all of us have wings, you know!" Mr. Cartoon replied, dropping down and running after her.
Within minutes, they reached the end of the ride, where the Hatcheway character awaited them. Dragongirl walked over, barely blinking as the hologram swung its axe, scratching her head. "Weird… exactly how could anyone hide a reel in a hologram?" she questioned.
Mr. Cartoon looked at the hologram, while Dragongirl looked around for any more clues. He then leaned forth, looking closely at the hologram's chest.
…making Dragongirl arch an eyebrow. "Um, dude, don't get me wrong, but isn't it a little perverted to be checking out a hologram?"
"No… I just noticed something. Look!" he whispered.
Dragongirl leaned down, looking through the hologram's chest… seeing a Disney logo symbol through the pixels, right on the wall! "Clever… having it to where you have to look through a hologram to find a mark,"
Mr. Cartoon walked over to the wall, pressing his hand on the spot where the mark was seen. There was a *click* as a small compartment opened, and the second reel popped out. He grabbed it, putting it in his jacket. "Got it-"
There was crashing and snarling just then, as Mors and Shuck were making their way up to them, Mors' fist smashing through the floor beneath them! "Good timing- Lets go!" Dragongirl grabbed Mr. Cartoon by the shoulders and they flew out the window.
Mors and Shuck broke through, the dog-transformer howling in rage. "C'mon, boy, after them!" Mors shouted. The hound took off, while Mors changed into his motorcycle-mode and raced after them, gaining speed. He then transformed back, taking aim with his cannon. "We got 'em now…!"
His radar closed in on Dragongirl… until suddenly a huge eye appeared in his sight. "I hope you're just taking aim, rather than checking out teenage girls," a voice commented.
Mors closed out his radar… seeing the green-faced nut-job known as The Mask standing on his arm-cannon, leaning forth so they were eye-to-eye. "GET OUT OF HERE, FREAK!"
*Thonk!*
A board hit him in the head. Shuck snickered. "You know, you should really use your indoor voice in this story- unless you want your brain further damaged," The Mask remarked.
Mors growled and tried to punch him, but The Mask flipped back, dodging his strike. The Transformer then started blasting at him, but with The Mask elastically dodged his fire. Mors then ran forth to stomp on him, though that proved to be pointless as well, since The Mask kept stepping from one side to the other.
"Sheesh, someone never perfected his aim…"
Shuck snarled, leaping forth behind The Mask and snarling.
"Aw, a puppy!" The Mask then whipped out a giant, metal wrench. "Want the wrench boy? Do ya? Do ya?"
Shuck then panted excitedly, sitting up on his hind legs.
"SHUCK! Don't fall for that old gag-!" Mors shouted.
"FETCH!" The Mask then threw the wrench at Mors, who caught it.
Shuck ran forth. "No, no, no, no, no-!" Mors cried out.
*CRASH!*
The giant dog-transformer leaped upon him, sprawled out and chewing on the wrench. "SHUCK, YOU DUMB DROID, GET OFF ME!"
"Have fun with your dog!" The Mask laughed, before taking off.
"GET BACK HERE!" Mors shouted, shoving Shuck off him and chasing after The Mask.
Up in the air, Mr. Cartoon looked at Dragongirl. "See? I told you he makes great back-up," he said.
"Lets hope he can stall them long enough for us to get the reel back." Dragongirl replied. "We've been through enough trouble as it is!"
"Speaking of 'trouble', we'd better get back and make sure Fanatic hasn't run into/caused any, yet."
"…Sheesh, just met him, and you already know him too well." With that, they shot off.
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Meanwhile, down in the lobby, a shady-character approached the desk, taking out the list of residents in the building until he found Shaggy, Pugsy, and Flip's room-number, then stalked off towards the elevator.
…After he left, Hater crashed through the doors, a lamp-post dented over his head. He tore it off, growling and taking out some lit dynamite. "EAT BLACK POWDER-!" he began to shout as he ran out the door.
"…Bon appetite, yourself!" Zippy could be heard shouting back, as a bomb landed in Hater's hand.
*BOOM!*
…I believe this would be a good time to mention that explosions around Paradise Towers are quite common. Just saying.
"…now he tells me…" Hater wheezed, coughing out smoke, before shaking the soot off himself and running after Zippy.
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"…And then my skull was practically reduced to powder, blood leaking out my ears, nose, eye-sockets, and mouth- at least, until the rest of it poured out of the gash in my stomach," Fanatic was saying… showing Shawn K. a scrapbook of one of his many battles with Hater. "…It went down as the most unforgettable night at Comic-Con."
Shawn's eye twitched. "…I just asked if you wanted something to drink… not to hear about your fight with Hater…" the Cartoon All-Star said, mildly gagging as he looked at a picture. "(Good grief, these would even make a creepypasta throw up!)"
"Well, when it comes to Hater, you have to be BEYOND crazy to fight him… and live." Fanatic replied. He then looked at his watch. "Sheesh, look at the time! Should we go meet up with Dragongirl and Mr. C before they get into any havoc?"
"Don't. Bother." Came a voice as Dragongirl and Mr. Cartoon entered, reel in hand. "We got the reel… but Mors and Shuck are on our tail!" she handed Fanatic the reel.
"…At least, until The Mask drives them off the deep-end." Mr. Cartoon replied.
"Well, lets get back to the House of Mouse, deliver the reel, and hope that this will be the only episode where we have little to no trouble with vil-" Fanatic began to say.
*Bam! Bam! Bam!*
Fanatic walked over to the door. "Who is it?" he called.
"Open up…" came a deep, menacing-sounding voice… which sounded familiar to Fanatic.
"Optimus Prime?" He flung open the door-
Seeing Captain Slaughter standing there.
"…Ohhh, so THAT'S why Anti told us not to let Fanatic… open… the… door." Mr. Cartoon began, paling a bit when he realized he forgot his co-author's warning.
Captain Slaughter took the reel from Fanatic just then, while grabbing the Author by the throat with his claw-like metallic hand! He then threw him across the room with great strength, making him crash into Mr. Cartoon and Dragongirl! "Hey! Just who do you think you are?!" Shawn K. shouted, storming up to him- only to get smacked into the wall!
"Captain Slaughter… and if you wish to live, you won't come after me," The villain said in a menacing tone, before storming down the hall.
"After him!" Dragongirl grunted, pushing Fanatic and Mr. Cartoon off as she raced out the door, the other two Authors following, as well as Shawn K.
They checked the halls, the elevators, and the closets, but Captain Slaughter disappeared without a trace (man, I hate when villain's do that!)
"Shit, now what?!"
"Now, we split up and hunt him down!" Fanatic replied, taking out his chain-guns. "No recurring villain from an old 80's cartoon is going to give US the slip! DG, you and Shawn head down to the lobby, see if he's in Robotnik's not-so-secret lab! Mr. C, you come with me to the rooftop where most villains always seem to go in this story!"
With that, they took off…
Derek Generic stepped out with Uncle Ted, looking around the hall. "I'm telling you, Derek, I thought I heard Optimus Prime out here!" Ted said to his nephew.
"…I think you're hearing is going, Uncle Ted," Derek scoffed, returning to the apartment.
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Fanatic and Mr. Cartoon stood on the roof, looking around. "…pigeons, old lumber materials, tools, burned concrete from when Robotnik's last machine blew up… but no villain who shares the same voice-actor as a beloved Transformer." Fanatic stated.
"I don't like the looks of this, Fanatic… I mean, isn't this the part where the villain sets a trap?" Mr. Cartoon asked.
*Thunk! Thunk!*
Two darts shot into their necks just then. "…yup." Fanatic replied, before they lost unconsciousness.
Captain Slaughter stepped out, binding them in chains and dragging them off. "And everyone said you authors were a challenge. Hmph," he scoffed, dragging them off…
Not noticing the Black Alchemist watching him from around the corner, throwing a couple shuriken that, unbelievably, cut off the locks from the chains- because his skills are just that awesome.
*POW!* came a blast from below, and he looked over, seeing Hater and Zippy shooting each other with plasma-cannons, though it appeared Hater was gaining the upper-hand.
Vincent smirked, taking out his laptop, deciding to put another plan of his into action.
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Dragongirl and Shawn raced down the stairs, pausing around the corner when they saw Captain Slaughter walk out of the elevator, dragging Fanatic and Mr. Cartoon alongside him, and they noticed the darts in their friend's necks. "Blow darts… this guy is obviously humoring us," Dragongirl stated.
"How do we take him out?" Shawn asked… and Dragongirl flew over to Captain Slaughter!
"Hey, you!"
Captain Slaughter turned, only to get punched in the face… which only made his head turn. He grabbed Dragongirl by the arm with his claw, swinging her into the wall. Aggravated, she breathed fire at him, though he only kicked the desk at her, blocking the flames and causing her to duck-and-roll so not to get smashed. Captain Slaughter then shot blow-darts at her, but with her dragon-speed she dodged.
Shawn K. snuck up from behind, smashing a potted plant over Captain Slaughter's head… which only aggravated him, and the All-Star ended up getting punched in the face. Dragongirl swooped in, breathing fire at him, but the villain ducked and caught her by the wings, stomping on her back and preparing to rip them off!
"ROAR!"
Captain Slaughter turned… seeing a certain Predababy fly in and attack his face, while Night Fury mauled him at the ankles! He only kicked and threw them off- making them hit Shawn when he finally stood back up- and took out a harpoon. "Wretched beasts-!" he snarled.
Dragongirl caught the harpoon and flipped him over onto the ground. "No one hurts my babies!" she snarled, then breathed fire, this time finally setting him aflame.
Bellowing in pain, Captain Slaughter slammed his fist into the fire-alarm, making the sprinklers kick on and dousing the flames… and if we could see his never-shown face, chances are he'd look mad enough to scare the life out of… well, any badass villain you can think of. He then took out a gun, taking aim.
"Oh, Slaughter~!"
The villain turned, seeing Mr. Cartoon was conscious, and holding an unopened soda-can. He then chucked it at the villain's face, though Captain Slaughter only ducked. "Missed," he scoffed.
"Wasn't aiming for ya!"
*THWACK!*
*BAM!*
Behind him, Fanatic had hit the soda-can with a bat, not only causing soda to spray everywhere, but also hit the villain upside the head at a great impact, knocking him out! "Wow- a badass villain… and he's taken out by a soda-can," Dragongirl scoffed.
"…Meh, we'll make him more lethal in his next cameo," Fanatic said with a shrug.
"Where'd you come up with the idea to knock him out like that?" Shawn asked… while Night Fury sat on his head and Sky-Flame sat on his shoulder.
"An early episode of SPF… and the Freelance Police." Fanatic swung the bat a bit. "Honestly, I just wanted to try out a game of 'Fizzball'… guess we should wear helmets, after all."
"Well, at least we've got the reel back," Mr. Cartoon stated, taking the reel back from Slaughter. "…But, why do I feel like there's about to be another epic scene?"
"There DOES seem to be a loose end, somewhere…" Shawn replied, pondering.
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Robotnik, in the meantime, was in the process of rebuilding his last Ultron knock-off. "Almost finished… now we just have to wait for the system to get downloaded, and our conquest shall begin!" the villain exclaimed.
"No offense, boss, but should you really boast about your plans aloud?" Horace asked. "Someone might overhear and try to stop us,"
"Plus it's pretty cliché," Grounder added.
"…and every time you boast, something bad always happens," Scratch remarked.
"Yeah, better keep it to yourself-" Jasper began.
"JUST GET BACK TO WORK!" Robotnik shouted. "C'mon! Lets go upstairs and see what districts we should destroy first."
"Shouldn't we stay down here and make sure nothing goes wrong?" Scratch asked. "That's been pretty much a running gag for us, lately!"
"…And also cliché," Grounder included.
"Fine, fine- Horace, Grounder, you two stay down here and make sure nothing happens to the robot… AND DON'T DESTROY ANYTHING!"
Jasper paused, looking around. "What is it?" Scratch asked him.
"Well, on this show, every time someone uses a caps-lock, they get hit with a board… I'm just wondering when-" Jasper began.
*THUNK! THUD! THONK!*
Several boards landed on Robotnik. "…who's throwing these things, anyway?!" Robotnik groused.
(Cut to an image of Calvin standing off-set by a pile of lumber. "Hey, they said if I stopped demanding more cameos, they'd let me do it!" he said to the audience).
"C'mon, boss, I think your ice-pack is still on your desk," Jasper sighed, as he and Scratch helped their boss up the stairs.
Horace and Grounder looked at the robot. "…Okay, that thing's creeping me out." Grounder stated.
"Ditto- lets go grab a sheet to cover it up," Horace replied, and the two lackeys walked off into a storage closet.
*SMASH!*
…Just at the moment Zippy crashed through the window, wrecking a desk she landed on. "CHEAP SHOT!" The now bruised-but-still-grinning psychotic-girl who was like WG but ten-times crazier shouted.
Hater dived through, the dented-and-scowling robot, who was like Fanatic except more hostile and not-nice, glaring at her. He gave up exchanging words with her during-battle a while ago, and instead just focused on trying to kill her. While Zippy was trying to get up, he took aim at her with his plasma-cannon, preparing to shoot.
…Unbeknownst to both of them, the Black Alchemist was watching with a laptop. He then typed on it, smirking as he did.
*SPROING!*
When Hater tried to shoot plasma, his gears suddenly switched, and a boxing-glove on a spring shot out instead. "What…?! Argh, damn glitch!" He snarled.
"Eat soap, latrine-tongue!" Zippy exclaimed, spraying his mouth with a Super-Soaker filled with dish-soap and hot-water.
"ACK! PTTHHH! You're going to pay for tha- *GURGLE*!"
Zippy had doused his mouth again. "That's for using a cliché line!"
Hater spewed out the soapy water, then switched his arm back into a machine gun, firing again at Zippy, who leaped through the air and- taking out a pair of guns herself- shot back at him. He threw a grenade at her, but she caught it and chucked it back; he ducked, making it blow up a chemistry table, setting half the room aflame!
The Black Alchemist typed at his computer again, making Hater's arm jerk around, so that he kept missing. "What- Is- Going- On?!" Hater shouted as his arm jerked left and right. He switched out his machine-gun, then turned his arms into a pair of sais.
Zippy dropped her guns and took out a machete… which looked familiar, but more on that later!
Hater lunged, and they both had something similar to a Martial-Arts battle that you'd see in TMNT, Samurai Jack, or Kung Fu Panda. Blades clashed with blades, making sparks fly, as the two tried to get a stab at each other. Hater, while blocking Zippy's machete, tried to stab at her with the other, though she managed to turn her body at the last second, spinning out of his block and then blocking his sais. She then swung her leg behind his knee, tripping him and making him fall back, but the robot took aim with one of her discarded guns lying by his head, and shot at her!
In slow-motion, we watch as Zippy moves her head to dodge the shot, the bullet grazing the side of her face, leaving a line of blood trailing down her cheek. She felt her face and looked at the blood on her fingers, then looked at Hater- still smirking. "Oh, now you're in for it, bot-boy," She responded, then kicked him upside the jaw!
To a normal person, kicking a metal robot in the face would no doubt lead to a broken foot… though since Zippy is clearly not normal and is the second person to survive hand-to-hand combat with Hater (Fanatic being the first), it barely left any affect. Instead, the impact was so hard, she caused the lower-to-upper-left half of his face to crack off, revealing the circuitry beneath his metal layer.
Much like Zippy, this didn't affect Hater too much- rather, it just made him angry, and he gripped Zippy by the throat, slamming her into the wall! "*gack!* Take it easy, bro- beauty is, after all, only skin deep… though, it looks like you still need some work done underneaACK!" Zippy joked, only leading to Hater strangling her.
Vincent rapidly typed at his computer, causing Hater to release Zippy, and instead punch himself in the face. "THAT'S IT!" The robot bellowed, then analyzed his data, finding that his system had been hacked into! He traced to Vincent's computer, causing it to show an image of the middle finger before blue-screening.
"Aw, c'mon! We've had enough computer problems already!" Vincent sneered.
"You again?! …Lets see how you like someone messing with YOUR insides!" Hater snarled, lunging at the Black Alchemist.
Another hand-to-hand combat was unleashed, as Vincent used his Keyblade (which… for some reason… looked like FF2's) against the robot, using its power to throw him across the lab, and blast him with a force of energy; that didn't stop him, and the robot grabbed a lead pipe and dove, dueling with the Black Alchemist before knocking the blade out of his hand. Vincent dove out of the way as Hater swung at him, and used a Sonic-Shotgun (…where have I've seen that before?) to shoot at him, the bullets causing damage to his circuits. "One more shot, and you can consider your system overridden!" Vincent declared… only to find he was out of ammo! Oh noes!
Hater lunged, planting his feet on his chest, knocking him down, then held a blade above his face, stabbing down-
A chain whipped out and caught his wrist, yanking him off Vincent. "No one…!" Zippy snarled, yanking the chain back, then whipping it around Hater's neck, swinging him into the wall. "…Messes…!" she swung again, slamming him onto a table. "With…!" she swung him overhead and into the ground. "My…!" she then swung him all around in the air. "BOYFRIEND!"
*CRASH!*
She then sent him crashing onto Robotnik's robot, both droids being electrocuted in the collision as sparks flew, the computer the other robot was hooked up to shorting out just when the system was 99-percent downloaded, and the fire had spread all around, the smoke finally setting off the Fire Alarm and the sprinklers kicked on, dousing the totally-completely-ransacked lab.
Hater groaned, standing up, stumbling a bit. He then looked over at Zippy… who now suddenly had two machine-guns and was dressed like Rambo. "Ready for Round 2?" she asked.
Hater gasped, taking off.
"That's what I thought," Vincent said with a smirk.
Hater ran up the stairs… passing by Fanatic, Mr. Cartoon, Dragongirl, Sky Flame, Night Fury, Shawn… and a dazed Captain Slaughter. "Hater…?! Hey, where are you going?!" Fanatic called. "We've got an epic brawl to do!"
"Screw that! I'm going back to the SA set!" Hater replied. "…and I thought the Freelance Police were insane…!"
Dragongirl blinked, then turned to Shawn. "Lost a fight with Zippy?"
"Lost a fight with Zippy," Shawn replied.
"Meh, he'll be back, once he's ready for a rematch." Fanatic said, as they all walked out. "…Anyone else think that the most violent antagonists are having an off-day?"
"We all just got back from a long hiatus, I'm sure everyone will be back to their homicidal selves in no time," Dragongirl stated, as they walked down the street.
Zippy and Vincent ran out of the basement. "So… what should we do now?" Vincent asked.
"I don't know about you… but I'm going to head to the Club and see how the guys are doing." Zippy said, then took off.
"Okay, meet up with you later!" Vincent exclaimed, then threw down a smoke-bomb and disappeared.
After they left, Robotnik, Scratch, and Jasper walked down to the basement. "My machine should be ready by n-" the villain was stating… stopping in shock when he saw the state his lab was in. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL EVIL?!"
*THONK!*
He rubbed his head after another board hit him. "Grr… the sooner this crossover is over, the better. Where's Horace and Grounder?!"
"Did you say something, boss?" Grounder asked as he and Horace walked out… then gawked at the lab.
"Blimey! What did you guys DO?!" Horace asked… ending up smacked by Robotnik in response.
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~Later, at the House of Mouse~
"So, how was your shift?" Mr. Cartoon asked Shaggy, Puggsy, Flip and ATF as they stood outside the club, while Fanatic and Dragongirl delivered the reel to Mickey.
"…Lets never do this again. What does that tell ya?" Puggsy scoffed.
"It's been a weird night," Flip said with a shrug. "Pete has to take his daughter to Summer Camp, the Blot got mauled by cats earlier, Shaggy got stuck in the ceiling, Holly and I had to help out Pluto, and Pugs almost got into a brawl with Swaine."
"Gosh, that does sound like a long night," Mr. Cartoon replied. "I guess it makes you guys look forward to getting back on our-"
"Did you say Swaine was here?" Zippy exclaimed… suddenly popping up from behind Puggsy. "Where? I'm going to get him to sign my machete!"
"…Isn't travelling him in Author's No Kuni enough?" ATF asked.
"Nope!" With that, Zippy raced inside.
…while Shaggy leaned over to a bush. "Coast is clear, man," he whispered.
"Thanks, Shag… I knew sooner or later that psycho-girl would hound me," Swaine replied, stepping out of the shrub.
"Like, when it comes to THAT girl, we lanky cowards need to stick together,"
"I appreciate it… and I'm NOT a coward!"
"Heeeeere thief, thief, thief, thief~!" came Zippy's voice.
Swaine gave a jolt. "Taxi!" he called, taking off.
"Lets… go home," Puggsy sighed, walking off with Shaggy and Flip.
Mr. Cartoon and ATF walked inside. "So, some crossover, eh?" ATF asked.
"Tell me about it… but I can't help but feel like we forgot something," Mr. Cartoon replied.
"Again?"
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~Meanwhile~
The Mask walked along… wearing a sombrero, parka, carrying maracas, and whistling to the tune 'La Bamba'.
We then look over at a sign which reads 'The Deep End' with an arrow pointing down… and down below we see Shuck and Mors, in vehicle modes, stuck hanging from a branch.
"Shuck… next time you see a hitchhiker… SPEED BY!" Mors snapped.
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A/N: …That last bit will be left to your imagination. All I can say is The Mask, quite literately, drove them over the edge. XD
Hope you guys enjoyed the crossover, and check out ATF's profile for the other half!