Dizzy's Date
A GGX fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 5: The ending. Really. I swear. Don't hurt me!
Disclaimer - Don't own them, won't ever
*Words Here* - Thoughts
* * *- Scene Change
"Words Here" - God's Voice(otherwise, me)
Warning- Dizzy acting like a teenager! Interested in boys! The gamefaqs members are going to kill me for this.
Authors Note- As you can tell from the title, this chapter will be quite silly, OOC, and borderline self insert. Why? Because I can. Well, here starts my favorite chapter!
"Let's just see how our various characters are doing shall we?"
*Sol, Testament, and Johnny*
Sol, Testament, and Johnny sat around the small table, each holding their own glass of coffee. They sat in relative silence, Sol and Testament staring each other down. Finally, Johnny attempted to make conversation.
"So, Sol, I'm guessing to expect you to be back for another date?"
Sol broke eye contact with Testament, then looked at Johnny. "Yea, but they're not really dates."
Johnny's eyes widened in interest. "Not really dates? What do you mean?"
Sol smiled. "Well, she's my daughter."
Testament and Johnny had both taken some blows to their sanity, but this took the cake. Their faces twitched, and they began randomly mumbling without making any sense at all. After several seconds, Testaments face hardened.
"You lie!" At this point, Dizzy entered, wearing a modest nightgown. She walked up and hugged Sol.
"Thanks dad! Hope we can do it again!" Dizzy went to the fridge, got an apple, and left, smiling the entire time. Testament and Johnny were again unable to speak, and Sol just kept smiling, almost laughing at them.
*That was nice of you.*
*It was great. Their looks are priceless.*
Johnny finally smiled, then laughed. "I should have figured." He got up and walked out, laughing the entire time, leaving Testament and Sol alone, staring at each other. Testament seemed to have developed a tic in his face, which Sol smiled wider at. Testament finally coughed, then stood.
"Well, I still don't trust you."
"That's fine by me."
A voice, Dizzy's, came from the other room. "Johnny, Sol and I saw a store in the mall that had a bunch of X's in front of it. He told me to ask you about it. What do they mean?"
Sol stood up quickly. "That's my cue to leave. There a back door here?"
Testament smiled for the first time, then pointed to a door in the back of the kitchen.
"Thanks. I'll see you later."
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"Well, got you all there, didn't I? Didn't see that ending, did ya? Sure, I said it was a SolXDizzy, but I never said how their relationship worked. Got ya all! On to the next one!"
*Ky and Jam*
*God help me. Please.* Ky sat, tied down to the chair, various foods covering his mouth. For the last hour Jam had been feeding him her food, and he felt and looked sick, and he had tried several times to prevent from throwing up. Jam came in; holding yet another plate of food, and Ky could help himself. He threw up all over her and himself, leaving both of them an unsightly mess.
Jam reacted in a different way than he expected, instead of getting mad, she smiled, and spoke quickly.
"Well, looks like we both need cleaning up! Time for a bath!"
Ky was a very creative person, shown by his quick and deep blush, which made Jam giggle, and for some reason, Ky laughed under his breath.
*Well, there's nothing I'm going to be able to do about it, and as long as she doesn't go to far...* Ky's thoughts were cut off by Jam as she quickly, but gently, led him towards the bath.
* * * * *
"Heh. A happy ending with a JamXKy pairing. I'm a genius. Next spot."
*Venom and Potekmin.*
A small bar, marked as the "OOC Bar. For main characters only." sat at the edge of town, lights on inside. Several people could be seen inside, but everyone who walked by, no matter how tired or thirsty, never even looked at the bar, almost as if it was invisible. Inside, several people, including a red head girl in a Chinese outfit muttering about beating a Ryoga to death over her drink, a man and woman with both purple hair who easily looked to be brother and sister talked about how they wanted a sequel to some story, and many other characters. However, two characters, who just happened to be Venom and Potekmin, sat at the main bar, both talking over their drinks.
"We were both talked about, yet neither of us got a part! Well, you got a part, I didn't get anything."
"All I got was a plot moving part, a forth rate part! Nothing really good!"
"It's better than nothing!"
"You two seem to be unhappy."
Venom looked up. "Damn straight we are! You put huge indications we'd make it in this story, yet neither of us played even a minor part!"
Potekmin drained the extra large drink, then slammed it down. "You have me a third rate part! Not even a main part!"
"So you want a real part?"
"Yes!" Both shouted at the same time.
Fine. You got it. There you go."
"What are you taking about?" Venom pulled his hair from his eyes to try and make eye contact, but couldn't see the being who now stood in for God.
"Simple. This dialog will go in, as well as something else."
"What else?" To answer their question, the purple haired man and woman, standing up from their spot, snuck up on Venom and Potekmin, and smacked both on the head, knocking both out.
"I love senseless violence."
The man and woman looked up. "What about our part of this thing? We didn't what you wanted, so now do your part."
"Umm... I have some... god like things to take care of, I'll see you later!"
No physical difference could be discerned, but a presence left, and the siblings knew they had been fooled. And they were not happy.
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"Well, one more part! to tell you to truth, this is my favorite part, and one I planned from almost the start. Heh."
*Chipp and Baiken*
Inside a fairly large apartment, two warriors awoke, comfortable in each others arms. They smiled at each other, content in their half asleep state.
It was not to last.
At the same time, both jumped from the bed, eyes wide and mouths open. It took several seconds for them to actually make noise, but when the noise actually came, it was like a sonic boom.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!" Baiken quickly searched for her cloths, while Chipp attempted to put on his pants while shouting back.
"ME? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! THIS HAS TO BE YOUR FAULT!!!"
Baiken, already dressed, began advancing on Chipp, who was backing up, not having found his wrist blade. However, a frame on the wall stopped her. She slowly pointed at it, and Chipp and Baiken read it.
"This certificate is official proof of the marriage of Chipp and Baiken Zanuff. Dated 6/22/2072"
Chipp rubbed the back of his head, speechless. Then he spotted the papers on the counter.
"These papers certify that Chipp and Baiken Zanuff own apartment 223A, paid for with a sum of $30,000."
He pointed them out to Baiken, who quickly read through them as well. They were married and co-owned the apartment they were in. However, the best had yet to come.
Baiken turned, and spotted the one thing she never wanted to see. Grabbing the now dressed Chipp, she pointed his head in the direction she faced.
On a small bedside table sat a pregnancy test, with a box next to it declaring "99.9% accuracy!"
The results were positive.
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Entering the OOC bar, Sol head a scream only fit for hell come out of the city.
"Damn, that's a really loud scream. Wonder who it is?" Walking inside, he spotted the fuming purple haired siblings and the still unconscious Venom and Potekmin. Neither of these bothered him, it was a fairly normal occurrence in the bar. However, Anji repeatedly, and forcefully, banging his head against the table he was sitting at was not. Sol walked up, confusion clearly on his face.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Anji stopped his pounding for a second, and looked up Sol.
"Nothing really, just trying to figure out why in the hell what just happened happened." He went back to banging, and went over to the bar, and ordered himself a drink.
"I'll know by tomorrow, so why worry?"
The End.
*Authors Note- Yes, there will be a sequel. It will be more serious than this, but hopefully not much. Well, that was really fun. Btw, if anyone has any problems with how I portrayed characters, deal with it. You have no effect on how I write my stories, and if you don't like them, deal.
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