A/N: The Second to Last chapter. Whoo-boy. Thought I'd NEVER make it here. I'm not joking.
Anyways, I've edited chapters from the previous stories… worked my butt off in College for one semester… struggled for dialogue… WRACKED my brain for imaginative ideas, and I still barely drew anything on paper- I mean, well, I want to be an artist, so I tried doing a life sketch of my cat, which turned out good. By the way. College Writing is NOTHING like the crap I'm doing here on , even though it is for fun. In the REAL world, this stuff don't amount to JACK, and it's a hard, cold place where businesses are falling apart due to a frazzled economy even as we speak, but that's just my opinion on the matter.
Now then.
YOU, the audience, has asked for a twist. You've begged me AND pleaded me for a NEW character, considering this is a Cartoon X-Over Fanfic, I'm giving you one.
NOW- oh and by the by, None of the games, stock Cartoon Characters or Villains portrayed in this thing are mine, so Disclaimer! Take THAT, society! Except for "Kennedy" of course, he belongs to me.
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Chapter 25 – New Day
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(D. Skill Trigger)
She was telling me to look for the "shine" through the darkness.
Shine?
Light?
I don't know what she means, but… if it's Light, then she's telling me that there is Light in the darkness.
I felt it- well, I've BEEN feeling it this whole time, looking for my family, while still being with these guys, these… nice people.
But that's crazy right? I mean, I feel more at home with these guys, my new friends that I've made when I started out on this weird-ass journey towards practically nothing than I do from when I spent time with the family I can hardly remember! And in a way, these guys are important to me. They've helped me. Maybe they're a little weird… and weird-looking… and the way they talk… but surprisingly? They've shown me I can't just give up!
"Loose the wrath…"
Not just that but… I learned a few things by just watching them or listening to them, and jeez- that's something I'm not all that great with!
"Forgive? What's that?"
"It means you don't hold any ill to another for a wrong they did to you."
And now when I think about it, sometimes that happened, but sometimes it didn't, we got angry, but they stayed with me, cause at least we all got along. Huh.
Maybe that's the nature of "Light", and people who have it get along with each other. Then what about Organization "Hanbar"? Is it the lack of light or that they felt abandoned when they didn't feel it anymore?
He remembered briefly each of the members he'd thought, and the looks on their faces at defeat. But it was chilling.
Empty eyes…
If he doesn't have Light inside himself, then all Kumagarox has is empty. But…
"…of the blade of brilliant colors…"
Kennedy kept charging, the Keyblade gleaming brightly, like it was feeling all of Kennedy's thoughts.
That doesn't mean I'm going to let him drown everything!!!
All the worlds and new friends I've made, into nothing!!!
I'm not going to let him have his way!
"… Prism Sword!!"
Several colors let a glassy shimmer beam outwardly and then teleported around the angry Key Bearer's weapon, which did exactly as Kennedy had barely hoped by empowering the Keyblade with unstoppable strength; enough to cut straight through Kumagarox's spear with a powerful slice. "EAT THIS!!!"
The giant shockwave unleashed exploded in front Kumargarox's armor, ripping it, and the entire Nobody-powered Dragon. The pieces of the huge machine, impossibly real and pale white, disconnected with a trembling click, and collapsed. The neck of the dragon careened down like a vase before it shatters upon impact. Mini-explosions followed, with stars and rubble merged in unison flying as crystal shards in every direction with the destruction the Dragon. The only thing that remained in it's wake was the slouching, now completely exposed form of a slouching Kumagarox's jaded, bitter visage floating in the air and eternal darkness, looking so empty that he was more like a well, lost to a final, unavoidable reality of no fulfillment.
(Conflict Resolved)
(Scene Change; Darkness)
"I… can't die!! I can't! Not until I've reached my destiny!" Kumagarox slit both eyes to narrow lines and roared. "I cannot!!"
"Kumagarox…" began Kennedy. "…If what you lost was the Light that bonded you and others together then-"
"SHUT UP! You don't know anything!!"
That didn't stop Kennedy. He wanted to get through to the Leader what Kennedy knew he was lacking. "I do! You've lost sight of the light in the darkness… your light! It's the truth and you know it! But Kumagarox, you know that you can't just taint worlds in that acid blackout and expect to find your Light!! And as for Kingdom Hearts, we won't let you destroy and mess up anymore worlds, because I'll seal the door with the Keyblade!"
A sour look came over the face of the bear, which had enough to hear of Kennedy's incessant blathering and ample defiance of existing, enough of that sickening look of courageous determination in Kennedy's bright green eyes; yet at the same time, he was pitying the idiocy of his lucrative opponent. He crouched and let a terrible energy burst open before directing their attention to something below, a huge white door with an isolated path leading up to it, and it was slowing coming open, releasing an energy they were all fearing from the very beginning.
"FOOLS. Even NOW you understand nothing!! Look below, at that!! Within the endless abyss… Kingdom Hearts, the "Heart" of all worlds! Look, LOOK as hard as you are able!! You won't find even the smaller glimmer of Light!! Here is where everything begins… here is where everything shall end." He opened up his palm and stretched towards the door. It creaked and waned, opening up even further. "KINGDOM HEARTS!! Fill ME… WITH THE POWERFUL DARKNESS!!!"
Just as he bellowed, gusts of terrible darkness started billowing out the door.
Full of the determination and courage building up in his soul and in his eyes, Kennedy declared, "You're wrong! I know now, without a doubt… Kingdom Hearts… is Light!!"
Kumagarox didn't want to believe it what came out of the mouth of the foolish boy, but when he took a second look at the door, Kingdom Hearts, horror suddenly entered his face.
Light poured out the door in a mighty ray.
It struck the terrified bear in his face, so he tried blocking the terrible whiteness out of his eyes. "THE… L-LIGHT…!!" There was no blocking it out; Kumagarox was rendered powerless in full view of the Light, the one thing he so deeply hated, and at the same time, the one thing he deeply craved. At that same moment, something struck the bear like a thunderbolt, a disturbing piece of an etched memory that would haunt him into the depths of time forever.
FLASH
I'm (kzzzt). My comrades and me are looking for a really rare and amazing Treasure lost in the depths of an ancient temple recently discovered by uh, (kzzzzzzt)!!
I'm (kzzzt). Me and friends were… tricked. We got attacked by something fuzzy and BIG that definitely wasn't a WIG!!! Nye-eh-ie!! But…ever since THAT incident, We've lost contact with (kzzzzzzttt) and I've been getting weird headache and all our other friends have lost contact with us too…
…
I'm (LOUD Kzzzzzzzt). I've… done something horrible, and that ain't funny! I've done something…*sniff* horrible… so, so, horrible and un-
FLASH
-forgivable! I've lost the trust of my friends, and I even abused and killed one of my friends… Oh GOD, what have I done?
What have I done!?
Angry faces…
Horrible, ugly, sneering FACES…
But it wasn't my fault… it WASN'T MY FAULT, DAMN IT!!
No… HE's killing me!? *sniff* HE'S killing me? NO…!! He was the one who messed up everything!! The One who burned away everything we loved…
And it was his fault!!
FLASH
"… But WHY!?"
Kumagarox was lost in the light, ripped and torn to fragments of a Nobody in one instant, now and forever.
The door remained open, and Kennedy yelled, "Come on!"
Everyone in that strange party came to his aid, anad as they did, Frankie noted, "I still can't believe he beat somebody as powerful as Kumagarox…"
"No." Mac shook his head to correct her. "We all did. And now it looks like all we've got to do is close that door and we can finally get back home and get out of this game!"
"I certainly hope so." Mr. Herriman didn't sound as excited, thinking more on the piles and piles of documents and bills still awaiting him in his office, and a seat that could only be filled by his giant rear. "This idiotic voyage has been a tax on my entire ability of reason, as well as a complete waste of time! The sooner the better."
Clam was silent all the way he walked, now suddenly overcome with faint, dreadful feelings of regret and knowing he'd have to tell a certain special someone about Lazlo. But he wasn't there just yet; this had to take precedence first.
Coming up to the door, Kennedy and company ran to each side of the door and began pushing hardest against it to make it shut. It seemed like it wouldn't budge. "Oh, crap!! It's not moving!! Nnnnngagh!!"
"Huuuuuuuugggackth!! We just need a little more… ackpth!!!" it was clear that not even Foster's former resident caretaker, despite her built in strength of desperation could make the door shut. She flopped on the floor, knees spreading to the side and an exhausted Mac who was coughing hard enough for two people.
"Strength," she hacked.
Kennedy flopped on the other side of the double-doors next to Clam, who despite his miniscule figure and abnormal strength, was fighting and fighting hard against the impending doom to stop the further procession of darkness. But he failed, ceased straining his body and flopped on his back, thoroughly exhausted. "Can't… push… anymore… BIG… strain…"
Mr. Hovis took a few dignified strides over to Kennedy. "Loss of a big boost of boastful energy, are we?"
"Not… now, Old man," Kennedy replied, not even in any mood to get into an argument with the bald butler. Mr. Hovis shrugged and then looked over his shoulder saying, "Hmm. Looks like they've almost arrived."
"Miss Frances!! What do you think you're doing, just laying down there like that, when you could be helping Master Mac closing this infernal door post-haste!? You cannot afford to laze around like you usually do!! And certainly not during such circumstances as stand now!"
Mr. Herriman's usual anal attitude and sticking to proper conduct was more than Frankie could stand, when she suddenly yelled, "I'm TRYING! THIS DAMN DOOR IS JUST TOUGH!"
"YOU watch you're tone with me, young lady!! When we get out of this god-forsaken place, you've got a long list of chores waiting for you!"
At this, Frankie was feeling no less better; having been forced on taking an unbelievably bizarre side trip into a bizarre universe where logic was moot was just starting to actually be a little more enjoyable to her, anything that would've certainly given her freedom away from her employer, and it was all about to come to a crashing halt.
"FUCKING perfect," Kennedy groaned in mild frustration. Today couldn't possibly get any better. They'd come this far, traveled to multiple worlds, laid a beatdown to the Heartless, and even settled things with a very stupid and hardly organized Organization bent on submerging everything into darkness… what now?
The answer came sooner than they'd expected; despite being exhausted, Clam had the nerve to cautiously climb over Kennedy and peep behind the door before letting out a started cry. Kennedy forgot that slightest second about his abominable pain in the shoulder and was worried about his friend. "Uh, Clam? What's up? Something the matter?"
He saw him freeze in front of the doorway, freeze and have a startlingly horrified look on his face, unable to respond. "Clam?" Wonder what he saw? Kennedy knew as Kumagarox explained that Kingdom Hearts was where "Darkness" was, but since everything that happened, he was beginning to have doubt. He stood and poked his head around the side of the right door.
"Holy MOLY!!" he screamed, terrified. This caught everyone's attention now. Mr. Hovis, starting to be less indifferent to the weight of the situation now, sternly asked, "What is it?"
Kennedy couldn't describe what he and Clam were seeing right in front of them. The area behind the door was a white path that sat on the edge of a caved-in nesting ground, but this nesting had something bulging inside, a black, bubbling, menacing-looking substance with beady yellow eyes, crooning to a incessant hymn of unearthly, terrible noise. Either way, there was no escaping the fact that these twisted creatures had seen Kennedy and Clam's petrified expressions the second they'd been foolish enough to satisfy their curiosity.
"OH shit…" Kennedy cried.
"Heartless!!" Clam yelled. There was something else inside that Clam saw that Kennedy didn't notice at all; a giant massive bubbling blob of mighty blackness that stood out above everything else. "… is that…?"
He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was; it was a terrifying thought, and now the only thing standing between the small albino pigmy rhino in a universe gone mad from going home and not having to face that frightening Blob he saw was the remaining question of whether or not he could help his new friends close the door to everlasting darkness.
"Guys?" Mac popped behind the both of them and saw what they had seen, and his face lost color. "Okay, THAT'S a lot of Heartless!!"
"Now do you understand Miss Frances?! Because of your incessant lollygagging we in a state of perpetual doom-!!"
"Well, why aren't you helping out, if you're so DESPERATE to out of here?" Frankie bellowed furiously at her employer, unable to stand his sudden reversal of roles after so long.
"Damn it, guys, not NOW!!" Kennedy was starting to see how annoying and straining it was watching Mr. Herriman and his associate fight.
Mr. Herriman did have the polite courtesy to be silent; not for Kennedy's sake, but because he had to hold off on having to harshly scold his redheaded charge just yet. "Hmph…"
"We've got to close this door NOW!!" Again, Kennedy, Mac, Frankie, and Clam got on either side of the double-doors, (Mr .Hovis even helped out getting on the right side with Malcolm and Kennedy) and pushed the hardest they've ever pushed.
The door began to creak and slowly close in. Inside the door, Heartless were amassing into two Darksides. It became fast clear to everyone that the doors were not closing fast enough.
"IT'S HOPELESS!!" Mac screamed.
Just then, they heard an unexpected sound: the sound of both the Darksides blasted away into nothing. Surprised at this turn of events, Kennedy and Clam peeked into the door to see if what they hoped was really true. Both eyes lit up like flashlights and remained wide-eyed in the waking shock that followed.
"What the hell…?"
"Is that…?" Clam dared to breathe; what was this feeling he had?
The familiar hand of a very normal looking simian in camper's clothes suddenly appeared from just behind the door, inciting Clam to shout out joyfully, "Lazlo!!"
"Lazlo!?" Kennedy screamed, and as he peered further behind the door as well, he saw him too. "Hey! Monkey Boy!"
"What's up fellas? Don't just give up!" hollered Lazlo cheerfully. "We've still got work to do!"
"Is that… Master Lazlo behind that door?!" Mr. Herriman yelled.
"It is!" Kennedy answered. "It's him all right! He's back to normal!"
But then Lazlo's voice began to strain horribly as he said, "This isn't the time, okay? We've got close this door!"
"But… AIDA!" Clam cried, until several things happened at once. They heard the voice of another unexpected guest.
"Hey, don't worry this guy! He can himself pretty well, so AIDA isn't a match for him!"
"What… "AIDA"? Who's…?" Kennedy was going to ask, but another voice, this time familiar and coupled with the sound of a paper wall being ripped apart, piped up from behind, and it sounded snotty and obnoxious. So obnoxious, in fact, that Mr. Hovis for the very time sounded like he was excited to hear it once more. "Mr. Blik…?"
"That's Xegrot, muttonhead!! He's inside with Lazlo, now hurry up and close the door!"
Waffle and Gordon and Mr. Blik finally came into view for everyone. "We are HERE!!!" Waffle exclaimed with glorious fanfare. "Oooooh!!! Shiny Door!"
"Waffle not now," Blik groaned before finally addressing his butler. "So, keeping things tidy?"
"Mr. Blik!?" Gordon yelled angrily at his brother. "Okay, OKAY, FINE, NEVER MIND!!"
"You don't honestly change, do you?" asked Mr. Hovis, mildly surprised.
"Do we have ANY time for this nonsense? What about the door?" Mr. Herriman yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up!! WE'VE found a way to actually get ourselves all back home!!"
"Oh, you have? How interesting."
"Damn right it is! We've gotten help from Kimberly and this!" Blik pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Immediately, the entire Ship, "Highwind" suddenly flew straight through the darkness.
"Ah. I see. You made it through the massive Cluster of Asteroids blocking the way to the End of the World?"
"Well…" the black cat was having more trouble trying to explain himself let alone getting adjusted to speaking frankly with his servant. "It was- AACCKPTH!! HEY!!" Waffle lassoed his brother by the arm and yelled, "It was EXCITING!! We were like "BOOM BOOM" and the GIANT ALIEN SPLODING space ships went "FIRE, FIRE, BIG FIRE! And then we kept bumping into huge walls of Gummies, and Blik was like "BASTARD SHIPS DRIVING US INTO SH-!!" Blik covered his mouth to prevent any further useless blathering.
"Ah, heh, heh," was all Blik could say, before Mr. Hovis turned to Gordon and said, "I suppose you three had a quite an adventure then. How lucky you are."
"But nuthin compared to yours, Hovis! We've been hearing all kinds of crazy kumupitz from your Communicator to our radio on board the Highwind, everything that had happened since you entered that Dark Heart opening thingy at Hollow Bastion! What the heck has been happening!?"
"Oh I suppose Lots and Lots to start with-" adding to his list of unexpected surprises ever since being dragged on a journey that he knew for sure had absolutely nothing to do with him, Mr. Hovis found he was actually proud of himself for making it through, despite his old age. He felt quite young again.
"Now what's this about a "Door"?" Blik asked. "We heard all of that up to your fight with that asshole Bear than NOTHING!"
"Oh, that. Well…"
"IF YOU GUYS ARE DONE EXCHANGING "PLEASANTRIES" I SURE COULD USE YOUR DAMN HELP!! NNNNGRH!!"
The company of 3 Cats and their butler turned in the direction of Kennedy, Clam, Frankie, and Mac still not as forcefully trying to close the door with Lazlo still on the other side.
"We're going to need a lot more… strength for this!!" Mac choked, pushing his entire weight upon the door.
From far away, the voice of Xegrot kept yelling, "Hurry up! We cannot hold off the Heartless for very long!"
"NEED HELP!? Captain BLOOREGARD Q. KAZOO is on the case!! Let ME at the Bad Guys!! "
"Oh crap…" Frankie moaned, now able to recognize the last voice of their very last guest on the scene. Sure as his title suggested, the azure blob, Mac's first and self-proclaimed "Best Imaginary Friend Ever" busted open the entrance door on the top left side of the Highwind and did a incredibly clumsy flip that caused to careen a thousand feet into black nothing, but instead, the imaginary friend still caught in his grandiose illusions of heroic bravery, slid down right onto the path and ran headlong into the scene of chaos that was just a stone's throw away, behind the narrow opening of the double-side doors.
Bloo stopped to take in the entire scene: he recognized his creator struggling with Frankie on the left to close the door, as he did with Mr. Herriman who regarded him silently, probably waiting to spring up another boring, stern lecture about his stature for walking. He also recognized the butler.
"So… what's happening here!? Mac!?"
"Not… NOW… Bloo!!" Mac strained once again.
"You're trying to close the door!? W-wait, I can help, I can help!!"
"No… Thanks…" Frankie grit through her teeth; they already had enough of their work cut out for them thank you very much, she was going to finish, but she was still too busy exhausting all her strength in closing the door, which still made barely any progress to closing at all.
But Bloo was stubborn and got on his Creator's side and helped to push against the door. Quickly getting tired, Bloo stupidly began once more, gritting in front of his creator's face, "You're… going… to… tell… me… the… cool… stuff… that… happ…ened… without… me… here…AFTER… this!!"
"What… ever…!" was all Mac could say. Finally another creaking sound fell on their ears… the door was starting to close!
Mr. Herriman and Mr. Hovis, and the 3 cats were still standing by watching in amazement as the door was just near to being closed off. Gordon gave a low whistle and gasped in awe, letting out a breathtaking, "Great… Gopher. Wait. What I'm I doing?" And so, Gordon suddenly jumped up to action and joined Kennedy and Clam to help them. "Don't worry laddies, you're not going at this one alone!"
Blik shook his head as he rolled his eyes and commented, not sourly or unkindly, "typical fatheaded Gordon McQuid of the 'Highland Quid Clan'."
"Thanks… cat…!" Kennedy took a few precious seconds to grunt.
Clam at the door was still pounding heart and soul away to prevent darkness from engulfing the door, now with the added help of not only his best friend, but also with the help of other people he never dreamed he'd get to meet from different and amazing worlds. His eyes darted in the direction of the quickly fading visage of Lazlo, trying his hardest to close the door from that side, and trying not to cry for his friend. "Lazlo…what should I tell Patsy?"
Lazlo heard him and asked, "You're… speaking in full sentences? Cool!"
"Heheheh… yeah," Clam nodded.
Lazlo nodded and explained to him, "We don't have… much time left. Clam. I'm going to help Kennedy by using my powers to close Kingdom Hearts from this side; I have control of its powers now… and they're similar to Kennedy's Keyblade, and there's something else…"
Clam strained his tiny ears to listen very carefully. "I've found the monster, the AIDA that got her! I'm going to take it down, and Patsy will be back to normal!"
So that thing I saw- it was AIDA, Clam thought. Lazlo must have seen it. It was the same AIDA that attacked Patsy!
Despite now that their bullseye point of views were being slowly but surely skewered by the inevitability of the Kingdom Hearts being sealed off forever, Clam desperately tried to yell, "But… you'll be trapped, Lazlo!"
Lazlo shook his head. "I'll find my way back to Camp Kidney. To you, Scoutmaster Lumpus, Slinkman, Patsy and everyone else; you can count on me doing that!" he winked, and now Clam didn't have a choice but to smile himself, able to hold sure to the absolute promise of Lazlo returning. The last thing he said was, "I'm sorry! Keep Patsy safe until I return, got it?"
Clam nodded. At long last, with his final smile still etched into his mind, the door closed with a loud slam, it's hinges creaking loudly.
Kennedy pulled out his Keyblade and aimed towards the dark sky once the door was fully closed.
On the other side, Lazlo raised both his hands, close his eyes and yelled, "Skeeeeeeiith!!!"
Light jumped and around the tip of the Keyblade, before shooting off into the sky, leaving a trail of light in its wake. The door, Kingdom Hearts, began to shimmer as brightly as a large lighthouse on the edge of a dark sea.
On the other side, Lazlo's own powers manifested into the monster that bade the Door in front of it to disappear. And at the same time, it disappeared on Kennedy's side.
The door had gone, but now Clam hung his head low in disappointment. At that moment, Kennedy noticed and felt a pang of sadness tug at him. "Buddy? You all right?"
Mr. Blik turned to Mr. Hovis and said, "Well that's that. Now we can finally go home!"
"Wait a second!" Mac ran over and interrupted. "Are you for real? How the heck can you do that? I-I mean, how did you know that guy, and what have you been doing?"
Bloo made a casual stride over and looped a blobby arm around his friend and explained, "Don't worry about it, Mac my boy! WE have it all figured out!"
"What the hell do you mean we?" Blik grit his teeth at Bloo. "GORDON did it, not YOU!"
Frankie ran over to stop before both parties escalated into an argument. "W-wait a minute! Calm down! Okay, so Gordon? Can you just tell us what's been going on?"
Gordon licked his paw and pushed back his hair, apparently flattered being addressed by a beautiful flaming-headed woman like Frankie. Blik rolled his eyes and slapped Waffle at the neck. "Ow!"
"It's actually pretty simple. I actually found all of us a way home! At Hollow Bastion, I found this super dandy High-tech computer in the deepest reaches of the Postern Basement!"
"The Castle Postern?" Mr. Herriman repeated in interest. "You mean you actually found something there!?"
"Yep!" Gordon consented. "And won't believe this, but through THAT computer I came in contact with a wee lass from our universe!"
"A "lass"? What do you mean you came in contact with a rope, is an imaginary friend?" Mr. Herriman inquired doubtfully.
"Don't be daft duck! I MEAN a girl from our universe that I-I…" Gordon stopped himself, largely because he realized not only was he blushing, but Waffle and Mr. Blik stood off to the side mocking him with nudging romantic guestures. "I… I know very well! Her name is Human Kimberly!"
"Human… Kimberly?" Mr. Herriman couldn't put his head around how Gordon used "Human" first to describe the obviously competent lady he was speaking of. But his thoughts circulated around it being a female cat. "Exactly!" Gordon continued. "You see lad, Me and my brothers and Hovis live in this large house that used to belong to a wee old widow named Mrs. Cramdilly! She was rich, and when she died, she left us her massive amount of wealth, and with that wealth, Waffle (Gordon pointed in the direction of his brother, who just waved) bought this weird machine…"
"Which shouldn't have worked to begin with," Mr. Blik grumbled.
"Boring!! OW!" An aggravated Francis "Frankie" Foster smacked Bloo upside the head.
"Anyway, when we reached Hallow Bastion, AND the computer in the Castle Postern Laboratory that was abandoned, I connected the internal life-support systems of the Highwind! And it worked!"
"That's amazing. You're pretty smart, Gordon!" Mac said.
Gordon let out a laugh and told him, "Well of course lad! I've had PLENTY of experience with interstellar spacecraft!"
"Definitely!" Waffle exclaimed. "Cause Gordon used to read hundreds of books and science-fiction thingies with ALL kinds of cool stuff about space jets!!"
"Bingo. And exactly why I didn't seem so surprised after I asked Cid if remotely reconnect to the ships main central core and guide you three lads to Kennedy's and Clam's rescue!"
"That… was YOU!?" Mr. Herriman thought his head was going to spin off. "B-But I thought Master Blooregard-!!"
"WAS getting in the way so we had him make sandwiches instead in the galley near the Ship Storage," Blik explained, looking the other way. "And he stayed the whole trip through the Meteor Storm. By the way," he said this to Mr. Hovis, "It's a MESS down there AND-!"
"Of course I'll clean it up," the butler dully replied.
"I still can't believe you did all of that, Gordon, nice job! Now I can believe that you must have survived the onslaught of ships on the way to this place!" Mac shouted. "But go ahead, continue!"
"It wasn't easy lads. Luck was the only reason I was able to come in contact with Human Kimberly at such perfect timing! I had to go through hundreds of security locks to actually access the core mainframe, from whence I could use the Highwind's OS. And then a familiar face showed up on screen and it was Xegrot. He gave me the keys I needed to unlock most of the system operation handicaps. When Human Kimberly opened up the question about that giant wormhole machine, I remembered that this ship had an electrical circuit adaptor that responds to DNA signatures, and that the wormhole machine Waffle bought could teleport us anywhere, even home!"
Kennedy who walked over heard everything and asked, "Wait a minute. Are you saying that if you went through there you'd find yourself automatically sent back home according to your DNA?"
"Of course, lad!" Gordon let a series of more cheery laughs. "So my plan-!"
"MY plan," Blik sourly input. "Mine."
Gordon ignored him. "Was reconnecting that system, thousands, probably GALAXIES away from us, at my world, through the use of the Hallow Bastion OS mainframe, and copied it to the Highwind's operating system!!"
At this remark, everybody, including Blooregard Q. Kazoo, and Foster's head of Business Affairs let out an amazed gasp. Not too long after that weird silence, Waffle let out a muffled, goofy, "Splee…!"
Instead of waiting for another answer, Gordon pulled out a remote controller and pressed the button. The Highwind, sitting in the distance began to glow incredibly bright in the darkness. Then one of it's beams shot down in front of them, causing a massive gigantic Wormhole, with crome-colored metal plating. Then it turned on, a bright light that formed into a colorless spiral.
"What the blazes…?" Mr. Herriman stammered, readjusting his monocle.
Gordon stared sternly at everyone and explained, "Listen, carefully. Once you go through this Portal, it will respond to your DNA and send you to the place of your native origin. Unfortunately, it won't last long."
"You didn't say anything about that!" Mac screamed.
"I didn't? Ooops." It became clear that Gordon really wasn't joking, but he pushed his earlier shame aside and continued. "A-anyways, we've got hurry! Like I said, if you go through there, you'll be taken back to the place where you originally came from, and it's a one-way trip."
"Ah well very good then," Mr. Herriman said, before turning to Frankie and telling her, "The ladies are to go first, and in this case, you Miss Frances. You will have to go in first with Master Mac, and I'll meet you on the other side in due time."
"Huh!?" Frankie gawked at her unusually gentlemanly boss, unable to understand. "Why is it that we have to go first? What about you and your body "Thing"?"
"Because I cannot risk that your safety be riding a thin white line, with ghouls and ghastly creatures and mad phenomenon and whatnot, and thus, you have a tendency to slack off and be lazy, and I doubt that being stuck in this universe with game-happy moronic imbeciles would foster great care in your day-to-day personal hygiene and urgency to stay fitfully in a shape designated for working at Fosters! And finally, the matter of my original body will not be as important, though I suppose I'll most certainly return to normal upon re-entry into Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends."
"Geez!" was all Frankie had to say about it. She was too angry to deal with her employer being himself. "Fine! Come on, Mac!"
Mac walked over and grabbed Frankie's hand. He took a look around and said, "Well, it was pretty neat for a while, wasn't it?"
Waffle smiled big and said, "Let's play again sometime soon! We'll visit you and have all sort of cool games ready!"
"Neat!! I'll show you all my collectable Coco Trading Cards!!" Bloo screamed excitedly, shaking Waffle's paw and then Mr. Blik's. "I'm gonna… MISS you guys!!" Waffle had no idea what he meant, but he was still crying anyway, as he tearfully proclaimed, "And I'll show you my newt collection too!!"
Mac let out a weak laugh, in doubt that they'd ever actually meet in another time and place. But he didn't say it out loud, and thought about common courtesy first. "Bloo! Come on!!" But it looked like he didn't need to. Bloo was wildly bouncing around and then ran towards the large swirling portal. He jumped in and there was a big flash. Gordon kept urging the other two to hold on and hurry inside. "Now, lads!!" Mac and Frankie (trembling with excitement) walked into the portal followed by a large thundering flash. Mr. Herriman prepared himself and was about to step into the portal, but Blik suddenly and roughly shoved him aside. "OH no, you've been calling the shots since I was absent!"
"Good gracious!" the Imaginary rabbit bellowed in terrible rage.
"Well now, I am! Come on Waffle!" Waffle was still blindly waving goodbye to an already vanished Bloo, with tears still clouding his vision and everything. Blik sighed and then made frustrated grab at his arm, dragging him into the portal, with their DNA actively causing the machine to direct them straight toward Bakersfield, California, but one that was in a completely different universe from Mac's. The last they heard of Waffle was an echoic, "I'll show my Newts collection next TIMEEEEEEEEE…!!! Splee!"
Gordon let out another weak laugh, not knowing to say in defense of his overly demanding younger brother. He tossed the remote controller to Mr. Hovis and said, "Well, it's time for me to go lads. Later! Oh and Hovis, hurry up, or you'll get left behind!!" to Gordon's surprise, Mr. Hovis was staring at Kennedy and not the portal. "Oh… well say your goodbyes then! And hurry! See you on the other side!" And even as he hurried into the portal with another big flash following him, his Scottish voice could be heard telling the remaining four beings, "And once this portal gives out, the Highwind is designated to be sent straight towards our world!! Farewell, Lads!!"
"Well then, Mister Kennedy, I'm quite glad this little excursion I've been forced to undertake with you has ended. I certainly hope though that you'll find your family or kindred or such in the world you're returned to."
Kennedy regarded his mentor of sorts with an iron gaze. "Looks like it," he said. "But hey! You were pretty cool to hang out with this whole time, Old man! Heheheh!"
At this the old butler rolled eyes the other way, as he walked over and helped Mr. Herriman up on his feet. "Hardly. By the way, I apologize for my Master's dreadful behavior he acts in that way most of the time."
"So I've noticed and so I've had to tolerate on this entire infernal voyage fiasco! Raffscalion!!"
Mr. Hovis lightly chuckled at Mr. Herriman's sore remark. "My thoughts exactly. I'm going to miss that of you. You seem to have more British a part of your background and such, what with you being an imaginary friend and all. You certainly understand the idea of being well mannered and dignified in any aspect better than anyone I've seen, aside from your "Ability" I just say it as that to cast Magic Spells.. I hope you'll uh… erm… return to your original body after you get to your proper dwelling."
Not so used to being complimented by someone he never imagined would be as Old-fashioned as he was, Mr. Herriman stammered, "O-Oh well, ahem, thank you, I suppose. Yes, quite. And I, myself am quite humbled to have the pleasure of knowing you my good sir, despite the silliness of the circumstances which have caused it and you're apparent latent abilities with a rapier. My greatest hope you continue your dutiful labor as servant to your household; if you were in my world, you'd have definitely held more promise in service to Foster's than Miss Frances." They both decided after a minute's deliberation to firmly shake hands. Mr. Hovis let out a small, hallow laugh and said, "I suppose so."
Kennedy turned around and realized Clam still hadn't moved. "Clam? You alright? You can use this damn portal to get yourself home!"
Clam had heard everything sure, but he jumped up and then tackled Kennedy with a big Hug. "Awww, No want to leave new friends!!"
Kennedy fell silent before answering, "Well, Clam, I don't plan to."
"I-I… huh!?"
"Hmm?" Mr. Hovis raised his head up in confusion, unsure if heard Kennedy right. "What did you say?"
Kennedy turned in their direction and explained, "Mr. Hovis? Mr. Herriman? Thanks very much for the common courtesy and shit, but I've decided… that I'm going with Clam back to his Camp Kidney or whatever to help him find his friends and also to get back home safely. I may have found more than enough answers I was looking for, but I'm not sure if I want to go meet my real parents and family just yet."
Both the Old man and Old imaginary friend blanched in shock, and only Clam with a quizzical expression on his face changed to an excited one and said, "Yay!!" But they quickly recovered and Mr. Herriman said to him, "Well, if you're bound in service to see that this little one is safely sent back one, that's certainly none of my business. Do what you will, Master Kenneth."
Mr. Hovis walked over and surprised Kennedy by shaking his hand, then Clam's, though it felt like an incredibly awkward moment. "Well Kennedy, going off on another "fantastic" are you? If you have parents I assume they truly are foolish for having a well-meaningful, quixotic son like you. As far I am concerned, try not to die or make unnecessary sacrifices and other such nonsense, will you? Take care and all that rot, are we clear?"
Kennedy raised an eyelid and grinned asking, "Crystal, but, listen, two things: one. YOUR name, "James Hoovis" is still incredibly weird. Sure you don't want to just come and join us instead? Come on, it could be another break from your job!"
Mr. Hovis thought long and hard about what he said, but was cleanly decided on his decision. "I'm sure as "appealing" as that sounds, young child, I'm afraid that my job must take precedence first. I'm resolved of this nonsense and you however can have much of that on your plate and then some. Think of it as my treat for you."
Kennedy couldn't help but laugh. "I think that was the second closest you came to making some kind of Joke, old man!!"
"Hmm. Quite." The closest thing to a grin came over the old butler's aged features.
Mr. Herriman didn't give the odd scene much thought and preceded to the portal. "And now gentlemen I bid you farewell-"
THUD
A terrible sound and the trembling of the ground like a massive cliff being dropped on them was more than enough to make Mr. Herriman desist from moving another step closer to the colorless portal. Kennedy held on tight to the suddenly frightened albino pigmy rhino. Mr. Hovis fell on both knees and clutched his chest, taking in serious gulps of air. The other hand clutched tightly to the controller.
"What… the hell was that?" Kennedy demanded. "Ah…"
Darkness clouded his mind and he was hearing a voice, a demanded, familiar voice talk to him inside. "H-HEY…!!!"
FLASH
This…
…isn't the…
…
… end of your story, Shukumei.
Far from it…
The voice let out a twisted, broken laugh.
FLASH
Another terrible tremor came through and shook the cold platform of land stranded in darkness. The next worst thing to happen came when Mr. Herriman's cranky, yet wind-blown cry bellowed out, "Oh my GOD!! LOOK, LOOK!! The Portal!!"
The portal was smashed into smithereens. Broken beyond repair. Mr. Herriman and Mr. Hovis surveyed the remains of what was the machine, their only way back home, like it was the corpse of their unnamed significant other. "No!!! Blast it!!" Mr. Hovis repeatedly aimed and pressed the remote button, his skin turned pale white. But the twentieth time he pressed it, it suddenly exploded in his hand. "What the devil has happened!?"
"Kennedy ran over and screamed, "It broke!?"
A sour look came on Hovis' face and he muttered, "Great…"
"Great!?" Mr. Herriman yelled at the top of his imaginary lungs. "There's nothing GREAT about this!! How the devil are we to get back home now?!"
The disquieting reality of their situation didn't hit as hard on Kennedy, but as Clam kept shivering like a frightened baby in his arms, Kennedy realized dead soon the impact of a terrible discovery to their situation and remembered the voice. "Ah… shit. I remembered something!!"
"NOW is not the time for your blithering nonsense!!" Mr. Hovis burst out screaming at the green-haired child, throwing his arms up in the air and cursing whatever deity was watching and laughing at them in sick amusement. "No, really!!!" Kennedy burst out screaming himself, despite the fact that the ground was starting to crack and shiver beneath them like a cookie, and the fact that they were about millions, probably zillions of miles up in the air in complete and total darkness. "I remembered something!! I KNOW of somebody else who's like me!!"
At this, Mr. Hovis' face was burning crimson, and he was about to throw all caution to the wind, and literally bury the little troublemaker with green hair with his own hands. He had no one, not even the cats, and nowhere else to vent his enraged frustration at, and Kennedy was the source of many of his headaches. "For the LAST TIME…"
The ground beneath them shattered, and Mr. Hovis had no time to finish his rage. A blue light burst forth like a rolling mist from miles down beneath all four weird-looking characters, a strong wind kicked up, sucking them straight toward it. Mr. Herriman looked horrified, and it could easily be seen in his face as easily it was in Mr. Hovis' face. Kennedy didn't have a choice in any matter to scream, completely forgetting that brilliant flash of memory he just had or the ghostly hideous voice he heard in his mind and started to scream himself, clutching a petrified Clam, who was squeezing him underneath his arms and whimpering like a frightened dog.
(Scene Change; back at Foster's home for Imaginary friends)
There was a brilliant flash of light bursting into Mac's and Frankie's eyes, and they saw the familiar visage of Foster's in front of them. Mac and Frankie landed right on the walkway that led straight up to Foster's, and she was just as relieved as Mac was to discover they were finally home at last. Bloo, having gone ahead of them, was already bursting through the doors, screaming, "Hey!! Blooregard Q. Kazoo is back!!"
Mac laughed and then screamed, "H-Hey wait up, Bloo! We've still-hmm?" Mac stopped dead still and noticed something off. "Frankie?"
"Yeah, Mac? What is it?" but just as soon as those words left her mouth, she realized it too. "Where's Mr. H?"
The answer came unexpectedly as Frankie and Mac entered into the foyer of Foster's home for Imaginary Friends, which had an eerie silence hanging about it. Something had gone definitely wrong.
"Um… this is weird. Hey Bloo!! BLOO!!" Bloo came down the stairs all right, followed by Eduardo, lanky Wilt, the tall, cherry red imaginary friend, and wild, insane Coco. Mac and Frankie were overjoyed to see their friends again, despite Mr. Herriman's lacking absence. Upon seeing them they all merrily cried, "YOU'RE BACK!!!"
"Guys!!!" Wilt jogged up and overjoyed, picked up and swung Frankie in the air. "H-hey!" Frankie laughed, still reeling over the discovery of no Mr. Herriman. "Put me down!!" she weakly protested.
"Nuh-uh!!!" Wilt yelled, swinging her even faster than before. "You had us worried big-time!!"
"SI!!" Eduardo was in his usual state of overjoyed tears, tightly hugging both Mac and Bloo, not willing to let them go ever again. "W-HE-HE-HE-ERE WERE YOU!!? WE MISSED YOU SO MU-HU-HU-HU-HU-CH!!!"
"It's good to see you… again… too… Ed…" Mac weakly cried.
"YOU'RE… crushing… us!!!" Bloo yelled.
"Oh, si, sorry!!"
"Cocococococococococococococococococococococococococo!!!" Coco garbled out in one angry cawing.
"She's right!!" Wilt agreed. "Where WERE you guys!? We've been calling police around ever since you got sucked into the T.V.!!"
"What?" Frankie asked. "You called the police? And what happened to the T.V.!!?"
"Yeah but they no believe US!!!" Eduardo yelled, still bawling his eyes out. "El Television remained on Static snow and we couldn't access any channel!!"
"Uh, DUH!!" Bloo snapped, jumping into Ed's face, which did nothing to help beyond making Ed burst into tears even more. "Who'd believe we'd been sucked into a television set, especially one that's had the "Blooregard Special!?"
"Bloo!!" Mac angrily snapped at his friend, before trying to think things through. "But you have a point… guys? How long were we gone?" he asked them.
"Oh about an hour," Wilt plainly answered, making Frankie's, Mac's and Bloo's eyes pop open. Wilt couldn't tell what went wrong with what he said, but he immediately sensed it right away. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-!"
"No, Wilt!" Frankie interrupted before he could finish. "We were gone for like, several days, how is it POSSIBLE we'd have been gone for only an hour!?"
"You just… were!" Wilt started to slow down when the conversation started to slow down yet again. "We were so frightened we couldn't do anything else!"
"But…But!!" Mac protested. "We were gone for like 5 days!! That can't be right!!"
"Whatever this is boring…" Bloo said, walking off towards the stairs. "I'm going up to my room…"
"OH NO YOU DON'T MASTER BLOOREGARD!!"
Only one person would address Bloo in a harsh, reprimanding manner, which was a surprise to Frankie and Mac, whose eyes were wide open as turned in the direction of the Head of Business Affair's office and saw, not fake or thinned out but in real, pot-belled, big imaginary flesh, the genuine imaginary rabbit.
"Mr. Herriman!!" they all cried.
"What are you all doing in the foyer?" he asked, but his attention suddenly wavered to Bloo, trying to sneak his way back up the stairs. "Master Bloo!! Get DOWN here immediately!! You've done reprehensible damage to a priceless bust on the 4th floor hallway, and YOU'RE going to clean it up- OOF!!"
Mr. Herriman's stern and infuriated demand was interrupted for the next few seconds by the unexpected tight bear hug from an extremely relieved fiery redhead. "MR. HERRIMAN!!!"
Beyond shocked was one way to describe the look on Mr. Herriman's aged, stern-looking features. Frankie hugged him tighter till she realized that she was hugging him too tightly and she ceased her being relieved. "You're back to normal!!! That's incredible!!!"
Wilt smiled wanly, not completely understanding what was going on; Eduardo and Coco stared confused at Frankie hugging her bringer of chores, the ones who made everything for her life miserable. Bloo snuck out of there to race to Frankie's room, intent on misusing her computer for many unnamed devious purposes. Mac walked over, finding it hard not to be happy that Mr. Herriman could be deemed normal once more, despite the weird circumstances about their return to Fosters. Frankie chuckled nervously, then steeled herself for what inevitably was going to be a hideously long lecture for her to deal with from her employer, after startling him so badly, until he said-
"Normal? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Huh!?" It'd be cliché to have noted that something was wrong, breaking the joy Mac and Frankie were feeling for finally returning into little bitty pieces. "B-But I thought-!"
"You thought what?" he sternly asked her, now resembling more or less an angry snake.
Frankie eyed suspiciously and said, "Don't you remember that you'd been changed into a thin form by a dark-skinned girl? We went on a HUGE adventure together with a rhino and cats and-!"
"Oh for goodness sake, Miss Frances!! What on earth would give you such an outrageous idea like that!? Is this one of your silly electrical whizzamuhwhatsits! What rubbish!"
Frankie didn't want to try and dignify that with a response. "… What did you say?"
"Oh don't start the same game with me!! What nonsense are you driving at?"
Now she was getting angry; what was going on? Was he simply pretending that none of their strange adventure happened at all, or was he shutting it out of his memory? She couldn't tell, and Mac couldn't tell either.
"I'm sorry, but can I interrupt you, Frankie? That's okay, right? Mr. Herriman never left Foster's at all, he was right here in the office filling out office paperwork." Wilt good-naturedly answered. It didn't really come across to Francis "Frankie" Foster as good-natured, and especially not when her expression was empty and absolutely blown away by this unwelcome discovery from the last minute and the half. Speaking of which, she noticed all the clocks in the room surrounding Mr. Herriman's office door read "2:22".
"Hold on a second!! A DARK-SKINNED chick came up in here, did something to YOU, and then threw Mac at the T.V.!"
"What rubbish are you going about now? If there were any visitors to Foster's as of late, I certainly would've been well ahead of you in knowing of it!!" the large, finely-attired imaginary friend retaliated.
"And there was no dark-skinned senorita here ever, Senorita Frankie!!" Eduardo explained. "You guys just simply vanished!"
"Frankie!? What's going on?" She heard Mac ask her, even though her expression was now akin to that of an eastern Island head.
I wish had an answer for that, Frankie thought to herself, her mind numbed and wrapped around the twisted new discovery of her employer's incredibly foolish denial or Wilt's impossible stating of reality.
It seemed like the stern-eyed imaginary friend was already getting fed up with the sick little game that his employee was playing on him, and explained, "I have no time for this silly nonsense! You however," with that, Mr. Herriman shoved a list of chores in Frankie's chest. "Have lots of chores that need to be done immediately! Now hop to it!! Dismissed!" This was not only directed to Frankie, still embarrassingly trying to juggle the scrolled up list of chores in her arms, but towards Wilt, Ed, and Coco who dashed straight up the stairs, not wanting to have any part of the madness taking place in the foyer of Foster's. She left alone in that same room with Mac, who was just as at a loss for words as she was, completely blown away by this shocking turn of events.
"What… just happened?" Mac asked her one more time, and yet still she didn't hear him. Her mind was about a million miles away in another place, trying to sort out everything in her mind to make sure she wasn't going mad.
And as the doors slammed behind the persnickety, stubborn imaginary rabbit who hopped eagerly back into his office without so much as another glance around back at Frankie and Mac still standing in the foyer, they kept on wondering if everything that happened was nothing more than a bitterly pleasant dream.
Frankie and Mac stared after him, and then their weary eyes gazed upward at the clocks, all still having the hands stuck in the same position, noting the same time.
2:22 p.m.
(Scene Change; Grassy Pathway)
The world was sunny and the sky was a clear, crisp azure. The dirt path stretched on endlessly towards some unknown destination that lay at the edge of the horizon. That was one of few and only things understandable about that place, with the grass growing at your feet and no trees, but tall, tall fields of greenish grass.
Four very weird-looking figures could easily be seen standing out amidst the sea green of all the grass and crisp azure of the sky, walking along the dirt-flat pathway towards virtually… nowhere.
Kennedy had his hands behind his head, Clam marched along like he was in a happy dream, and two taller figures, the old British butler, and the thinned old Imaginary friend had their heads hung down low like they'd completely lost any will to live.
"What the devil do we do now?" Mr. Hovis dully asked his unlikely protégé, and probably the one he'd unwillingly be forced to teach just a little longer.
"Oh yes, what are we to do now?" Mr. Herriman asked in the same sarcastic, disheartened and bothered tone.
Kennedy kept walking with his eyes closed, deep in thought. He came onto their question with a simple air of causality. "I'm gonna get you guys home and I'm going to keep looking for the answers about my own identity. Frankie and Mac probably got home. So did those three cats."
"My Job's pretty much in toilet right now," moaned Mr. Hovis.
"How on earth is Foster's running right now without me!?" moaned Mr. Herriman in turn.
"Guys, I SAID I'd work on it!! Besides! I'm a Hero!"
At this, Mr. Herriman and Mr. Hovis scoffed, but Malcolm "Clammus" Telford jumped up and down excitedly crying over and over, "HERO!! HERO!! HEROICS! HEORING!! Whee!! Whee!!"
"What? I am a hero!"
"I suppose in that tiny mind of yours, you must be," Mr. Hovis scoffed and rebuffed his argument. As usual, Kennedy just couldn't tell whether or not that man was just stroking his ego or making some bad joke. "You've a very limited perception of reality, don't you?"
"I've got an AWESOME perception… about things…"
"Perception, conception, reception, infection!!!" Clam yelled at the top of his lungs.
"So then, Master Kenneth, WHAT-?"
"Can you please just call me "Kennedy"? That's easier on me!"
Mr. Herriman blanched and readjusted his monocle. "What!? DON'T be ridiculous!!"
"There's nothing "Re-dick-you-ous" about it, Bunny!! It's just easier if you address me normally as I address you!!"
"I'm sorry, Master Kenneth, but this is how I was made from my creator's mind to act," he explained. "I'm not here for the sake of pleasing you!"
Kennedy rolled his eyes and then muttered, "Yeah, coming from you that's some kind of gross."
"I beg your pardon!!"
"I didn't SAY anything." But Kennedy was actually smiling, and he couldn't figure out why.
"Yes you did, now cut out that foolishness right now!"
"Mr. Herriman, please let it go," Mr. Hovis bade him with a sad shaking of his head. "My head can only take so much absolute poppycockery. We had a big argument over what should be done about our "Distressing" circumstances several hours hence, and this is the best we'll have to make do with until then."
Everybody settled down after this, except for Kennedy who quietly inquired, "So… does that mean that you're going to be the Butler Man and clean up grass then?" Of course, being simple-minded as he was, Kennedy didn't have a full grasp on what butlers actually did.
"I've got another question. Do you like Games?"
"WE LOVE GAMES!!" Kennedy and Clam yelled.
"Oh really?" he started in a mock baby-voice. "Well here's a lolly-dolly game we can try! It's called the "Stay Silent Till SOMEBODY thinks of an Idea for getting us back to our Worlds Game"!"
Both Kennedy's and Clam's faces deflated like airless balloons. "That…" Kennedy began, "Sounds terribly, terribly LAME. Kind of like, a load of bullpoppycock that is probably the worst game ever. Seriously! It sounds like you just made it up right on the damn spot!!"
Mr. Hovis was having fun twisting up their hopes and was thinking up other unusual ideas in his head, more or less to deflate Kennedy's or Clam's excitement. "Oh, dreadfully sorry. What tipped you off?"
"One: you're British. British have no sense of humor and you probably rant about neo-conservative… how the hell do I know about this again? Aw screw it. Anyways, Two: You're bald."
Mr. Hovis stopped in the road and was seething with anger he had no idea where it came from: all he could think of right now was finding an outlet for it and he was going to get it now. "That DOES it."
"What, old man?" Ken asked innocently enough, but as he turned around and saw the "Bald" man he had no trouble ridiculing earlier come charging at him like a rampaging bull, he knew he had to get away fast. "Oh, crap."
Mr. Herriman looked at the ridiculous sight flying past him like a 9000-ton flying machine. Kennedy was sweating like crazy as he ran headlong toward remote parts of the grassy world unknown, with an angry Mr. Hovis charging at him straight from behind. It was crazy, but from the look of the "Old Man's" face, it became clear that the air of whatever world, if could be called some kind of magic, was working on him, probably giving him the strength to chase off after the idiot Key Bearer in the hope of earning the right to sounding beat the crap out of him. And soon enough, Clam yelled, "CHASE!!", kicked his heels up, and joined in the run after Kennedy and Mr. Hovis. "Oh for goodness' sake," was all Mr. Herriman could say.
Mr. Herriman realized all too soon that he didn't have much choice but to try and keep up with them if he was going to make any progress; that, and he'd have to keep working on his thinned out running legs, since he wasn't very good with adjusting his own speed.
Anyone who'd been there in that weird nostalgic world that day would've been treated to see the ongoing, ridiculous chase between the laughing, green-haired Kennedy the Keyblade Master, James Hovis the Swordsman and butler, Malcolm "Clammus" Telford the former Camp Kidney Camper, and former Head of Business Affairs, Mr. Herriman, a struggling mage, and be in laughable doubt of their fate lying somewhere up in the wild blue yonder.
To Be Continued –
N/C: (FINAL Chapter) The Genius
A/N: "Dear Diary—JACKPOT." – Glenn Quagmire, "Family Guy".