[Chu Chu Rocket, Phantasy Star Online, Chuih, ChuBei, ChuPea, ChuBach, KapuKapu, Chu Chu, and all other related indicia to either PSO or CCR are copyright Sonic Team and SEGA. Some Cu Chu characters copyright MFZ team (which is me, Hypes)]
As ridiculous as it may seem, the two Hunters have become Pimps. Well, wannabe pimps at least. The two Chu chu's, with MAG whom was now spray painted with psychedelic colors and peace signs, were adorned in the most outrageous clothing ever born from the seventies. Chuih, who was once in a blue plastic suit, was now clad in an enormous blue and purple pimpin' hat with the largest feather you've ever seen springing from the pink band. A blue fur coat he wore, with gigantic blue shoes. Of coarse, he was complete with accessories, such as the cane. ChuBei once was humble in yellow spandex, but now is a yellow version of Pimp Chuih.
The mines were constantly shifting bright neon colors. Blues, purples, and greens shifted and exploded in and out of the spectrum. It was like one big dance club, complete with the classic single by Earth Wind and Fire, Shooting Star.
Pimp Chuih walked forth into the "Mines". As he walked, his body bobbed up and down to the rhythm. He walked casually to the nearest Red Ring ChuPea machine. He poked it with his diamond staffed cane.
"Don't panic if you see more than one Sinow Beat. Just find the real body." The machine blurted.
"I'm seeing the beat mah man!" Chuih grinned, his sparkle covered by his sunglasses.
"Same here mah pimpin' brotha!" ChuBei smiled, showcasing his new gold teeth.
"Where da honeys at?!" MAG shouted.
As if on cue to some grand musical, the three stepped in rhythm across a couple neon lights, the various machines and robots too busy dancing to the music. In a large room with various neon bridges crisscrossing a deep disco pit, ChuBei coolly added another machine to his collection.
"This area… Is so frickin' bright! I feel like an extra in The Spy that Shagged Me! She's a Brick House was playin in here just a moment ago… These guys must have been retro dance nuts before they all vanished…Apparently technology was involved in creating this."
"Nah man. Like, duh." Chuih said nonchalantly.
"Why did they dig so deep in the ground?" And the machine finished.
"Underground or not, I'm diggin it!" ChuBei winked.
"Good one man. Now you be Gellin." MAG commented ChuBei's pimpiness.
The lights flashed around and around. Through small tunnels, large chasms, neon bridges, and whatever else was there, all of it was in bright flashy swirling colors. Of coarse, there were some nasty encounters. Like this one.
The two Pimps were stepping in style into an electric playground. Gilchics, robots that resemble Chu chu's, but not entirely, sprang up and attacked. The two looked at each other as the six Gilchics closed in. Suddenly, from Chuih's cane, photon energy formed, creating a Photon bow. With a quick and styalized jab, pimp Chuih managed to thwack three of the enemy in a single blow. From beneath ChuBea's yellow and black pimp coat, ChuBea pulled out the new FUNK RIFLE +5 and blasted the remaining three. They fell in unison as the Hunters strided to the beat into another area.
The colors! Oh the colors! How they swirled and played. I'm serious, this must be the Funk Mine, where they extract soul! The two pimps found yet another machine of the message kind. This one read:
"I heard a rumor that the government was building a secret underground factory." The machine started.
"Underground or not, I'm diggin it!" ChuBei winked.
"Brotha, you already used that joke." Chuih snapped.
"Right." ChuBea, still in cool zone, replied.
"Were the robots manufactured in that secret factory? Or, was the factory a decoy? The government was developing another project behind it… Information is always controlled by the government. We don't know the truth at all. We hunters are always used by the government. We're just tools to them. Obviously, this government was into 70's dance…" The machine ended.
"That may be the biggest jump yet, and that's a big jump in this story." Pimp Chuih stated.
"Secret factories underground as decoys? Why don't they just build their secret whatever project underground… It'd be the same…" MAG bobbed.
"Well, it IS Red Ring ChuPea, and…" ChuBei started.
"She's always right." The three cried in unison.
"C'mon, all this news of conspiracy is crampin my pimpness!" Chuih ushered the three forward.
The three pimpin uh… guys walked into a small room.
"Hmmm…there's the red transporter. I bet in there it's EXTREEMLY funkedelic!" ChuBei added.
"Compared to this, we'll probably die of epilepsy. " Chuih sounded.
The pimpness aura was being monitored. A machine of pure evil was growing aware of the libido in the area. Deciding it was time to end the Pimp hood of the three (or kill the joke), an evil machine leaped from the ceiling and revealed it's blade arms to the fellas. The Sinow Beat, ladies and gentlemen.
"I have come to kill you, Pimp Chuih and Pimp ChuBei. You shall not discover the secrets of the Funk Factory!" the Sinow Beat bellowed.
"Stand outa da way, beotch! Those secrets belong to people so pimpin like us!" MAG squeled.
"That may prove difficult! Stand ready for a fight!" And with that, the Sinow Beat lunged towards the protagonists.
Chuih's brand saved him from the photon blades of the Sinow Beat. The Sinow Beat's shadow clones proved otherwise. ChuBei was having trouble fending off the many attackers.
Cling! CLANG! The sounds of battle echoed to the rhythm. You can't kill good looks, but good looks can kill. With a great swipe, Chuih ended the reign of the Sinow Beat, striking it to many pieces.
The shadow copies vanished. The two glanced at each other, nodded and smiled.
"Hey ChuBei! I found a potential weapon!" Chuih picked up the Sinow Beat's arm.
"That's just wrong man…" ChuBei disagreed.
"Whateva, lets go to the Funk Factory!" MAG cried.
The three danced in rhythm into the red transporter. In a flash they'd be at the Funk Factory…
Flash! They appeared in normal attire to a non-musical dark and destroyed industrial factory.
"…Damn…" Normal Chuih complained.
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