Hey everybody! Been a while since I updated this story, huh? Well I think it's time I fix that. Wouldn't you agree, Carlota?
I'll say. You've been writing about all these alternate timelines and left me and my family on the sidelines.
Hey, it's not my fault I have more than one story I want to share. Besides the guys at Nick have been doing a good job with your civilian shenanigans. Speaking of which, tell that parrot of yours we are no longer on speaking terms. If he ever shows up here again, he's going in my oven.
A bit harsh, don't you think?
I HEARD THAT CHICKEN'S FLAT-LINE!
Okay, okay. Point made. So, what adventure are you telling everyone about this time?
The one with THOSE three...
... Oh. Yeah, that is one worth telling.
They're five kids on a mission
With powers and determination
Standing on the edge of an endless game
Their chaotic lives will never be the same
In a dangerous world they do all they can
They're Guardians
Guardians
The heart of their powers within them
No force will make them give in
When one's backed into a corner of
uncertainty
The rest will protect to the next degree
They are more than heroes, they're a family
They're Guardians
Guardians
(Guitar solo plays as their names are called out and their hero names appear on screen)
Ronnie Anne! (Relay)
Bobby! (Glacier)
Carlota! (Glamor)
C.J.! (Captain Command)
Carl! (Supernova)
They're Guardians
Guardians
Guardians
Guardians!
Chapter 4: Hard times ahead
[PART 1]
The sky above Great Lakes City was a beautiful display of stars in the night. All was calm and quiet throughout the streets save for a few passing cars and the occasional rat crawling in and out of the sewers. But this peace would be disturbed as Epimetheus emerged from the darkness of an alleyway. He looked in both directions to see if any witnesses were around. When he saw nothing, he turned to face behind him, gesturing with his hand for someone to follow. A pair of goons came out from even darker corners of the alley as they were lugging various large containers on platform dollies. "Come on, you dolts. We need to get these materials back to my lab before morning!" He commanded. The minions groaned as they pushed the hand carts forward.
"Sir, what do we need this all for again?" One of them asked. Epimetheus stopped walking and craned his head back towards his subordinate. Without saying a word, he calmly walked over to the lackey and slapped him as hard as he could across the face. Both minions were completely silenced by the sudden display of abuse. Epimetheus crossed his arms and scoffed as he looked down upon the man's face as they rubbed their sore cheek. A bright red hand print was already starting to form.
"If you had remembered my little briefing, then you would know this is for my latest project." Epimetheus began to lecture as they walked with their minions down the streets. "Now get the lead out. We are burning moonlight." The minions rolled their eyes and simply decided to follow their boss back to their hideout. Not really in the mood to deal with his anger and ranting.
But as they left the alleyway, the wind started to pick up. At first, it was a gentle breeze that lifted a few paper scraps off the ground. However, it kept becoming more and more intense. Eventually reaching a speed similar to that of a hurricane. The winds picked up trash and dirt and formed a large doughnut shaped cloud a few feet above the ground. A small, glistening, cyan light formed in the eye of the storm and began to spread out to encompass the cyclone entirely. The light stretched itself thin and took a complex design of the face of a Roman Numeral clock, complete with hands that begun to spin wildly around. A minute passed as this small storm began to interfere with the electric workings of a nearby streetlight. The symbols clock hands began to spin and rotate around the circumference of the clock's face. Slowly at first, but becoming progressively faster and faster until eventually it disappeared in one large flash that stirred up a lot of dust and trash.
As the dust settled and the light faded, three mysterious figures took its place. Their appearance was hidden by ragged brown cloaks, and their heights were all around that of a preteen child. One of the strangers reached into their pocket and pulled out a pocket watch that was a shiny blue cobalt color. He flipped it open to reveal the inside, which seemed to be intact at first glance. But the stranger lifted to their ear and listened closely. "Yup, I was afraid of this. Its power is fading." He confessed in a very young male voice.
"So that's it? One round trip?" A second one asked. Their voice indicated was they were a girl. "You have to be joking. There has to be some way to recharge it or something."
"That doesn't matter right now." The third one barked out. They sounded like another boy, but their voice sounded colder and sterner. "All that matters is our mission and seeing it through no matter what. And I refuse to be met with failure of any kind." He lectured. The serious member of the group was met with silence as the others stared at him. Then, the girl couldn't help but giggle a little before bursting into hysterics alongside the other boy. "What are you laughing at?"
"Dude, you really need to tone down the edge lord routine." The boy chuckled. The supposed leader flinched and clenched their fists tightly.
"I am not an edge lord. I am just cool. There is a very clear difference." He reiterated as his friends continued to laugh.
"Read the signs. You're constantly brooding. You always try and take charge and play 'the lone wolf' when you are alone."
"And that is on top of the fact you always like wearing black and red. Classic edge lord colors." The others teased. With one final groan, the now freshly branded edge lord turned away and crossed their arms.
"Let's just get a move on. You have the address for the apartment, right?" In response to the question, the other boy dug around in his pocket, pulled out a slip of paper, and waved it in the air. "And the note?" The girl then pulled out another piece of paper. "Hmph. Let's get going." The moody boy huffed as they pulled their cloak up and revealed a belt of various items and weapons. They picked out a grappling hook from their vast collection, fired it at the edge of a rooftop, and were quickly pulled up. The other boy created a pulse around themselves that sent a gust of air circulating around them and making their body glow a faint green before they floated upward. Leaving the girl by herself.
She sighed, while looking at the ground. Then quickly shook her head and snapped herself out of her hesitant demeanor. "No, you came to far just to fail." Reaffirming her resolve, she jumped up a short distance and created a foot hold of purple energy below their feet. They jumped off of it and continued to make more footholds to boost themselves up to the roof, and followed the others.
…
The following morning, Ronnie Anne was sitting in the living room of her apartment watching TV with Carl. The show on the television was a reality TV talent show, with the contestant on screen being a very skilled acrobat who was wowing the judges with his skills and gymnastics. Carl didn't seem that interested in the performance though. "You know, stuff like that isn't all that special to watch when you've been fighting monsters and super villains on a regular basis." He commented as the acrobat did a handstand. "I mean look at that. I can do that, watch!" Carl then started to get on all fours and prop himself up into a headstand. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and fell on his back. "Just warming up." He quickly announced to his cousin, who softly chuckled as Carl tried again. Carl then proceeded to lose his balance again, but this time it was aided by the shock of hearing a baby's cries of distress.
"Carlitos, no!"
"This is too dangerous for you, mijo." The voices of Frida and Rosa were heard amongst Carlitos' crying and whining. As they entered the room, Carlitos was seen cradled in his mother's arms as he reached for his grandmother. Or more specifically, the wishbone that was in her hands. "Lo siento, Frida. I thought I had my chest locked up tightly since last time." Rosa apologized as Carlito's cried even louder. Ronnie Anne covered her ears to protect herself from the noise.
"What is he crying about now?" She asked. Frida let out a long sigh.
"Carlitos always likes digging around in Abuela's chest of magic trinkets. No matter what we do to keep him away, he always just finds his way inside of it again." Frida sighed as she carried the squirming toddler towards the fridge to get him a bottle of milk. "I can't afford to keep him out of our sight for more than a minute." She grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and put it into Carlitos' mouth, calming the baby down as they sucked the beverage out of the bottle. Rosa nodded solemnly in response to her daughter in-law's plight.
"If only he was just a little older, I'd be more than happy to show him and teach Carlitos about all my charms, potions, and more. But the last thing I want is him choking or growing extra hair like a chupecabre." The grandmother confessed with a hint of sadness in her voice. Ronnie Anne looked rather crestfallen as she pat her grandmother's back in an attempt to comfort her. Frida sighed and started to walk towards the main door to the apartment.
"I think I'll go put him down for a nap." She stated as she opened the door with her eyes to the floor. But she stopped when she saw a small white envelope on the ground. Curious, she bent down to pick it up while Carlitos was still in one of her arms. Frida turned the envelope around and saw it had Ronnie Anne's name on the back in black ink. She raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, but still turned back to face her niece. "Oh, Ronnie Anne, someone left you a letter." Frida stated simply as she handed her the envelope and once again walked off with Carlitos in tow. Ronnie Anne didn't think much of it as she had a rather unenthused look while opening the letter. Rosa on the other hand was rather intrigued by it as she looked over her granddaughter's shoulder.
"Who is it from, Mija?"
"I don't know. The envelope didn't say." Ronnie Anne answered as she pulled out the paper inside the envelope and unfolded it. On the paper was five words written in red ink. When Ronnie Anne read them, her blood went as cold as ice. Her pupils shrank and darted towards Carl, still struggling to try do a handstand. "Carl. Please tell me THIS is your dumb idea of a joke!" She barked out while pointing to the paper.
"What are you talking about?" Carl asked as he failed to do a handstand again and fell onto his back. He rubbed his head and tilted it up slightly, allowing himself to see the same five words Ronnie Anne read.
'I KNOW YOUR SECRET, RELAY!'
…
In less than a minute, the entire family was gathered in the living area. In a state of utter panic when Ronnie Anne brought them up to speed. But out of everyone, Bobby was by far the one who lost the most composure. "So if someone knows you're Relay, does that mean they know who the rest of us are too?" He asked nervously. Carlos tugged at the collar of his sweater vest.
"That would be a very likely conclusion. But maybe they only got Ronnie Anne's identity." He tried his best to reassure his nephew as Bobby pulled a paper bag from seemingly nowhere and started to hyperventilate. Sergio squawked out and flew off into the kitchen. The sound of the parrot rummaging through the cabinets was heard until he came back wearing a fedora, glasses, a scarf, and carrying a brief case.
"I know a guy that makes good fake passports." The remark caused CJ to break into a nervous sweat and bite his lower lip.
"We have to move?"
"More than just move, hermano." Carl interjected. "We have to fake our deaths. I'm talking burning the whole apartment down and going off the grid." Rosa took off one of her chanclas and brandished it in front of her grandson in a threatening manner. "Relax, Abuela. I was only kidding." Carl chuckled nervously as Rosa put the shoe back on her foot. Maria looked at Ronnie Anne, who was rather shaken up and losing her usually cool and collected demeanor.
"How did this happen, Ronnie Anne? Don't you always change into costume in a safe place?"
"I always do that, Mom. At least, I thought I was always in a safe spot. But someone saw me change somehow."
"Well we better find out soon who it is soon. Because I don't think I can handle paparazzi, super villains, and the like stalking me." Carlota chimed in while crossing her arms in a huff and rolling her eyes. Then, the musical chimes of a ringtone echoed through the room, silencing everyone. Carlos also felt a vibration in his pocket and deduced that it was coming from his phone. Pulling it out, he looked at the caller ID and saw that it was listed as an unknown number. He tapped the answer button on the screen and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" The room was silent, save for Lalo's scared whimpering over the suspense of the moment. Carlos swallowed a lump in his throat nervously. "Alright, I'll put you on speaker." Carlos did as he was told and then held the phone out to the rest of the family. A voice quickly came through and boomed throughout the apartment. It was deep yet artificial, most likely due to the use of a voice changer.
"I'm assuming Ronnie Anne told you about my little message." The family gasped in shock over the sudden appearance. Hector in particular aggressively lunged for the phone and pointed at it as if it were an actual person rather than just an object.
"Listen here you matón, my granddaughter is not that super hero girl. So I suggest you leave my family alone before I call the police." He threatened. His outburst merely invoked the chuckling from the mysterious caller.
"I never said that she was, Mr. Casagrande." They countered. Just like that, Hector fell silent, feeling absolutely humiliated over walking into such a simple trap. Feeling satisfied, the caller continued. "Now of course, that isn't all I know about you. I have much more information that could lead to some disastrous scenarios if in the wrong hands. Of course, I might not be inclined to leak my evidence out if you are willing to play along." The stranger's words stung and burned everyone like they were acid. Though, Ronnie Anne was being affected the most due to being the one targeted by the letter. She stepped closer to her tio's phone, her anger fueling her as she glared at the phone's screen.
"What do you want from us?" She asked with no attempt to hide her disgust.
"Simple. I want to meet you and your team in person, C.J. included." They requested in an unsettlingly casual tone. C.J. couldn't help but squirm and fidget in his seat on the couch when the caller mentioned him. He loved helping his family with missions over a computer screen. But with no powers of his own, against an enemy that knew who he was? It certainly made him anxious. "And in case you have any objections, you might want to consider what my guest has to say." The caller paused and the sound of their footsteps echoed through the phone. "Well, want to say something?" Everyone felt their stomachs tie up in knots as they listened closely to the phone.
Then, a new voice answered the call. A voice everyone recognized. "Threatening me is one thing. But my family? You disgust me."
"DAD!?"
"ARTURO!?" Arturo heard the cries of the family through the phone and immediately started to try and speak to them.
"Ronalda? Roberto? Don't let yourselves or your primos be intimidated by this slimy little- MPHH" Arturo's attempt at encouraging the family of heroes was cut short as the sound of something smothering his mouth took over. The caller chuckled to himself in satisfaction.
"We can meet at his apartment." He clarified. "You have one hour to show up. Come alone. No police or anyone else. And don't even think about using those little cameras that C.J. likes to help with. If you do try, I'll know. Don't worry about someone else getting involved, either. I've made sure that this little meeting is just between us." With that chilling threat, the phone call ended with a click and a short dial tone. After it faded, the apartment was left silent as the tension persisted, hanging heavily in the air. A few seconds passed until Ronnie Anne took a deep breath and started to walk to the door.
"Where are you going?" Hector asked his granddaughter. Ronnie Anne turned back towards her family, determination clearly present in her eyes.
"I'm going to help Dad." She answered bluntly. "If this guy wants to meet me, I'll make sure to give him something to remember me by." Ronnie Anne followed her statement with a raised fist as she opened the door with her other hand. "Are you guys coming with?" She asked her brother and cousins. The group hesitated for a moment before Bobby took a deep breath and walked towards his little sister.
"You don't have to ask me twice." He replied. One by one, the other super siblings went to Ronnie Anne's side.
"Like we would leave you hanging."
"This creep is so in for it."
"For Tio Arturo!" The team of five took one last look at their family and pets. Before any of the super team could say anything, the entire family wrapped them all into an insanely large group hug. The shock subsided rather quickly and they returned the gesture to them all.
"Junior, stay close to everyone and don't do anything reckless." Carlos advised his first born son.
"Keep your little brothers safe, Carlota." Frida insisted while hugging Carlota tightly in her arms. Maria leaned in closely to her children's ears.
"Be careful." With those final words, the hug ended and the young heroes left the apartment and closed the door behind them. Rosa grumbled to herself and began shuffling out of the group.
"I better go light my special candle. My grandbabies will need all the help they can get." She sighed as everyone went their separate ways, still racked with concern over their children's well being. Eventually, the rest of The Casagrandes left the living area, only Sergio was left in the room. Seeing he was alone, the parrot flew over to a landline phone on the wall, picked up the phone in his claws, and began dialing a number on the key pad with his beak. When he finished, he landed and laid the phone upright on the floor. It made a small click as the number he dialed picked up.
"Sancho, it's me. Remember when I took care of that 'fly on the wall'? I'm calling in that favor you owe me."
…
After a couple of minutes of navigating the city while trying to keep a low profile, Ronnie Anne and her family eventually made it to her father's apartment building. They stood at the front door of the blue building and Ronnie Anne took a deep breath. "Alright. We don't know what to expect. C.J., stay back and don't do anything reckless." She instructed.
"Got it, Ronnie Anne." The middle cousin replied with a thumbs-up. The rest of her cousins and her brother all gave Ronnie Anne a firm nod in silent agreement. Ronnie Anne turned to the building, reaching out for the door knob. When she turned it and opened the door, they were quickly greeted with the sight of Arturo tied up on his living room couch and gagged with some sort of multi-colored object in his mouth. "TIO!"
"DAD!" All five of them rushed to the man's aid and quickly untied him. "Are you okay?" Ronnie Anne asked desperately. Once Arturo was free, Bobby then took the item out of his father's mouth. The doctor began to take some deep and exasperated breaths. Bobby was about to say something, but stopped to take a moment to examine it when he noticed the weird textures the makeshift muzzle.
"Wait, is this a sandwich?" Bobby asked in bewilderment. Arturo rubbed got to his feet and stretch, causing some of his bones to crack.
"Before they called you with that threat, they started raiding my fridge." Arturo explained. On cue, the family heard the sound of footsteps coming from another room. Instantly, they all turned in the direction of the noise, with most of the kids making fists and getting into a fighting stance. Another door opened and they saw a figure that was around Ronnie Anne's height enter the room. He had fair skin and was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt with a red broken heart on the front. The heart also had a few lines sticking out of it, causing it to resemble a bug of sorts as the lines looked like legs and antennae. They also wore a crimson belt with various gadgets and weapons adorning it and black pants with red markings running down the legs. The upper half of his face was covered with a Victorian era style mask that was red on the left side and black on the other. His hair was a very deep shade of black.
"Well, glad you showed up so soon." He stated in a very blunt and serious manner. Though everyone aside from Arturo and Carl were confused about how the intruder's voice was still very youthful. "It's quite an honor to meet all of you in person." Carl took a step forward in defiance and fire started to engulf his hands.
"Well tough luck for you. Because it's going to turn into a nightmare!" In a furious roar, Carl thrust one arm forward and shot a stream of fire at the assailant. Unfortunately, the tween seemed unamused as they ducked below the column of flame and rushed towards Carl. The fire struck the wall and left behind a few small embers and a large pile of soot. "Uh, oops." Carl whimpered in embarrassment. While he was distracted looking at the lingering flames, his opponent managed to get close enough and grabbed Carl's wrists. Then they quickly spun him around and pinned his arms their back. "Ack, HEY!"
"If you would give me a moment to… OOF!" The attacker was cut off when Carlota lunged forward and punched him in the face.
"No one picks on my little brother but me!" The teenager then shot a beam of light at her brother's assailant, but was confused when a mirror spontaneously appeared right in front of them "What the heck?" Carlota began to rush over and confront the tween up close, but was stopped by a force field that closed in around her and her family. Bobby glanced around and tried shooting icicles to pierce through it. Unfortunately, they all shattered upon impact with the wall of energy.
"I think it would be in your best interest not to try and escalate this conflict any further." The mysterious intruder warned. Ronnie Anne furrowed her brow in both anger and disbelief.
"Don't escalate?" Ronnie Anne disappeared in a quick flash and reappeared in front of the other kid before reeling back with a punch. Her opponent caught it and the two began to exchange a series of attacks between each other. "You're trying to act like this lawful cop after kidnapping my dad in his own apartment?" As Ronnie Anne lectured them, her enemy discreetly pulled out a red and black taser that crackled with electricity at the end of it. Arturo gasped in horror at the sight of it.
"Ronalda, watch out!" His shout alerted Ronnie Anne to the threat just in time as she grabbed her opponent's arm with one hand and punched him square in the face with the other. Sending out the rather graphic sound of the fist colliding with their face with a rather prominent and echoing crunch. The assailant was effectively dazed from the strike and Ronnie Anne grabbed him and held him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Just who do you think you are!?"
"Who I am is someone who wants to help you!" He responded. Ronnie Anne raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the boy's answer at all. But just as she opened her mouth to respond, the sound of another new voice cried out from nearby.
"AHHHHH!" The voice sounded young, feminine, and very shrill. As it cried out, the barrier containing Ronnie Anne's family disappeared. C.J. then glanced over at a nearby window as he heard the cries from that direction. He glanced outside and almost couldn't believe what he saw. Just outside the window was two more tweens being attacked by a swarm of pigeons. One was a girl with fair skin in a lavender one piece suit that had a flower inside of a shield on the front of it. They also had a matching mask around their eyes and platinum blonde hair. They cowering on the ground with a force field around them as the gray birds tried to peck at her from the other side of her shield.
The other was a boy with a tan complexion wearing a two piece costume. The shirt was a dark black shirt with a white star on it. His pants were also a very bright white. They also had mask was a simply black in color. And he possessed a red hooded cloak that was wrapped around his neck and covering the top of his head. The pigeons were flying around him with hit and run strategy pecks. One of them even tried to poop on his head, but missed. Regardless of the attempts the birds made, the bot didn't give in as he attempted to blast them with what seemed to be magic of some sort. Bizarre and intricate symbols hovered just over the palms of his hands as he shot blue fire balls from them that left a sparkling trail. "Just relax, Safeguard. They're only birds." He said in an attempt to calm his ally and reinvigorate them.
"Easy for you to say. You don't know the pure evil they are capable of!" The girl, now identified as Safeguard, countered as they continued to panic. C.J. watched the whole display from the window and began connecting the dots between the intruder that was threatening his family and the seemingly random victims of the pigeon mob.
"Guys? I don't think this mean kid is alone." C.J. reasoned, grabbing everyone's attention. The kid that Ronnie Anne had pinned flinched upon hearing the information. In an extraordinary display of athleticism, the intruder jumped up and drop kicked Ronnie Anne and sent her stumbling backward into the arms of her brother and older cousin. The young tomboy groaned as her father practically jumped off the couch and his fatherly instincts took over.
"Ronnie Anne, sweetie. Are you alright?" He asked, only getting another groan as a response from his daughter. He turned to Ronnie Anne's attacker with a look of pure hatred and disgust. "That was the last straw. You, you little duendecillo, are…"
*SMASH*
Before Arturo could finish and start to retalitate, the culprit made a sporadic jump out of the window. The glass falling to the ground with him as he landed with a roll and began running to his accomplices. The Santiagos and Casagrandes couldn't think of doing anything but watch as the child ran out and pulled a handgun from his belt. He took aim at the pigeons and began firing. The bullets wizzed by them and missed all the birds, but was still effective in sending them into a retreat of panicked coos. "Beat it, you animals! These bullets aren't rubber!" He shouted as the pigeons flew off into the sky. Safeguard, still shaking on the ground, opened one of her eyes and looked around her.
"Are they gone?" She asked timidly as the force field around her faded. The duo's savior was visibly upset with what happened to his colleagues.
"What did you do to tick those things off?" The tan boy groaned and smacked his forehead.
"Sergio! I completely forgot that all his pigeon buddies owed him for the 'incident'." He recalled as he used air quotes for the last word. Safeguard shuddered, still in a state of unease over the unforeseen event.
"Look, let's just go and talk to them before those demon birds come back." She hastily pleaded as she began to run over to the apartment building. Though she didn't get far as she soon slipped on the ground and landed on the ground back first. Groaning, Safeguard looked at the ground and saw it was covered with ice. The chilly material began to make cracking sounds and shoot up around her body, causing her to scream from both the shock of the situation and the cool temperature she was being subjected to. Her friends were about to rush over and help, but they were also quickly being encased by the ice. In a matter of seconds, they were all trapped in full body shells that covered them from the neck down.
Looking up, the group saw the Santiagos and Casagrandes staring at them all with triumphant looks. Bobby in particular was crouching down with his hands touching the ground and giving off a pale mist. "Huh, this went a lot better than I thought." He chuckled happily. As his three captives struggled to move in any sort of capacity, Carl got a smug grin and began to walk over to them slowly. Both as a means of trying to look intimidating and not to slip on the ice.
"Well, looks like the tables have turned. I think this calls for a victory dance." He gloated in front of the captives as he proceeded to dance in front of them. As he did some beat boxing and made music for himself to dance to, Safeguard rolled her eyes and groaned.
"David, I told you this was a stupid idea. I said it thousands of times, and this proves how bad the idea actually was." She ranted while looking directly at the boy in the Victorian mask. Safeguard's complaining didn't get the response she was expecting, however. Instead, David smirked and proudly chuckled to himself.
"Actually, it worked better than I thought." He countered. "Even if they had a little help, if they can defeat us so quickly, then we don't have to be concerned about anything." The statement sparked some curiosity amongst their captors, even causing Carl to stop dancing. Carlota narrowed her eyes and walked towards David. When she got close enough, she bent down and stared directly into David's mask.
"What are you talking about?"
"If you want answers, then unmask my friend over there." David answered while nudging his head to the other boy. Though they were understandably skeptical of the offer, Ronnie Anne slowly walked over to the boy in the red hood. She then reached out and started to take off the boy's costume.
"This better not be some kind of trap." Ronnie Anne groaned as she took the mask off and took the hood down. As she and her family couldn't help but let out a small gasp as she saw what they looked like underneath. The most jarring physical trait alongside the familiar facial features was hands down the boy's hair. Which was a short and slightly messy shade of orange. Though slightly different from the age difference, Ronnie Anne still managed to recognize them. "C-C-Carlitos?"
The boy couldn't help but chuckle and give a nervous smile before giving a response.
"Hey, Prima… Long time no see."
So, quick show of hands. How many of you were surprised that The Casagrandes get a time travel plot before The Sound Barrier?
I was just surprised to see my baby brother show up from the future at all. Not to mention what happens in his time...
Hold that thought, madam! We should save that for next time...
Before I call it a night, I would like to think Mr. Grey (or John-Grey Loud, whichever you prefer) for the concept of Safeguard. Which isn't real hard to guess their identity even without knowing about the suggestion from long ago. I would also like to thank Indy Scott for the concept of Carlitos' other companion. Brownie points to anyone who can deduce their mystery backstory. I'll try to keep my stories updating frequently.
But considering Steve from Minecraft just hit the Smash Bros scene...
Oh, come on. Really?
Don't judge me!
