Beyond Grim And Evil Installment 1: So It Begins
(A/N: Fifth up today.)
Squash The Nerd (Afternoon-Late Afternoon)
Don't let Jack and Irwin walk out of Toadblatt's in one piece.
Pain, Jack, Irwin, Hoss, and Mogar appeared in the office at Toadblatt's. The man was fast asleep at his desk. Harold caught sight of Pain and shouted, "You! You're the one trying to steal my son's love from me!"
Pain blinked blankly then scowled. "Am I now?" he challenged.
"You're goin' down!" Mogar shouted, running at him.
"Take me to the master!" Pain declared, vanishing into the ground. He was tired of this. The others could find their own way out. He needed to show his master that he was fine. Boogey too, and Grim he supposed. Besides, he had a report to bring back now, didn't he?
"Coward!" Harold insulted. He then began to grumble under his breath.
Hoss suddenly spotted Jack. "There you are you pumpkin headed freak! You've cost me a god and one of my only escaped victims! Maybe you should take their place. Besides, no one kidnaps my Irwin and sends him through a dangerous portal to a trap infested dungeon!" he threatened.
"Hey, you got my name right yo!" Irwin shot.
"You're looking for the Grim Reaper my friend, not me," Jack replied, flipping Hoss off and heading towards the door. "I'd love to stick around for cookies and tea, but the misses is waiting at home for me. Ta ta," he said waving, as casually as if it were an everyday routine and they'd all been the best of friends for ages.
"Oh no you don't!" Hoss exclaimed, quickly cutting Jack off and wielding his chainsaw arm and leg.
Jack blinked then frowned. Dropping the joking tone, he said, "Fine. You want to play? We'll play." All at once he raced back, seizing Irwin from the ground!
"Whoa, let me go yo!" Irwin protested.
"Irwin!" Hoss and Mogar exclaimed.
"Let's play a game of life and death. You and the clown there beat me and Irwin, I don't throw a pumpkin bomb on the sweet wittle boy's hybrid head as I'm walking out of here," Jack threatened. "However, if me and Irwin win, I go and take him with me, and you get him back only after I tell you where and how to find him."
"How about we win, we get your head, you win, we still get your head," Mogar asked, cracking his knuckles.
"What's that? Did you say its pumpkin bombing time?" Jack asked, drawing out a pumpkin bomb and holding it by Irwin's head.
"Wait, I'll play, I'll play!" Irwin insisted. "Hoss!"
Hoss hesitated, for once in a long time looking actually worried. "We can take them Hoss," Harold stated.
"What? I mean of course we can," Hoss quickly said, though he glanced uncertainly away. "You're on pumpkin man! I'm armed and dangerous baby!"
"Excellent," Jack menacingly said. With that, the two partners separated to opposite sides of the room. Jack leaned down to Irwin's height warning, "Listen little boy, don't let me down."
"W-we can't beat them though man, we can't!" Irwin exclaimed, bursting into tears.
"Oh no? We'll see," Jack warned.
"I wanna go home!" Irwin cried.
"Let's rumble!" Jack exclaimed. Instantly Hoss and Mogar, scowling, ran at him and Irwin. Jack and Irwin met the attack.
They'd been at war for three minutes. Irwin was scared, there was no denying it. He was practically shaking. But Hoss and Harold had come to save him, not hurt him. Maybe if he just sort of tried to go against them, just to appease Jack, they could take Jack out themselves. Irwin looked worriedly at the pumpkin head who'd just sent Mogar flying into the wall with a heavy attack, stunning him. This battle had gone on longer than Irwin thought. Jack taunted Billy's dad, saying, "Oh goodness, I thought I was done fighting clowns." Or maybe they wouldn't beat Jack. No. Hoss would come through. He was a pro. As if to confirm this, Jack was hit hard and thrown down with a cry of pain.
Jack, though, quickly recovered and took out Hoss viciously, saying, "That's what ya get for pickin' on the headless."
Irwin cringed. Harold, however, covered Hoss furiously, knocking Jack away and staying on him. Hoss leapt up and ran at them to help. Jack was falling fast. He looked furiously at Irwin. Irwin swallowed then ran to help Jack, attacking Mogar, throwing him back from Jack. Jack quickly shoved off Hoss. Hoss, however, picked up a book and threw it at Jack, stunning him again. Irwin, though, turned on Hoss, as reluctant as it was. Hoss fought back, knocking Irwin away. He didn't go after him and instead ran at Jack again.
Irwin chased after the two, attacking Mogar, but Jack was pretty much done for by then. Quickly enough he was dazed. Instantly Hoss ran at him, attacking to finish him off. Jack hit the wall with a thud and sank down. Harold and Hoss quickly moved to Irwin. "Irwin, are you okay?" Harold asked.
"N-never better yo," Irwin replied, shivering.
"I knew it, the monsters ruined him. We were too late, no!" Hoss cried, falling to his knees.
"I'm fine yo! Just a little shaken," Irwin insisted.
"Oh. Good," Hoss replied, standing. "Now to pick some pumpkin," Hoss declared, walking towards Jack-who was sitting up with a groan, hand to his head-chainsaw drawn. Mogar hit his guitar in his hand. "Time to make Mama Delgado's famous pumpkin pie recipe," Hoss added, preparing to take the head. Jack gasped as he looked up at the two enemies in disbelief.
"Hoss, wait!" Irwin exclaimed. Jack looked sharply at the boy with a scowl. Stupid heroes, always defending those who would end them eventually. Hoss paused, curious, looking back.
"I-I mean, just leave him yo. He can't die either way. All you'll have is an annoying talking Jack 'O' Lantern," Irwin remarked. Harold and Hoss exchanged glances.
"He has a point," Harold remarked.
Hoss hesitated, looking from Jack to Irwin. "I wanna get out of here yo," Irwin said.
After a moment, Hoss replied, "Fine. Let's get out." Irwin sighed in relief, and the three made their way out of the school.
"Let's stop for supper," Harold remarked.
"Fine by me," Hoss agreed.
"All right!" Irwin cheered.
