Author's Note: I don't anything here. All related to StarFox and StarFox
Adventures belong to Nintendo and Rare. Anything related to Japanese
mythology (Jigoku and the chains) belong to... well, Japanese mythology.
Otherwise the only thing I own here is the plot and Diva and Starr Jenson
and Kuro Youkai. Sorry if the plot strays a bit, the second part of the
story is a bit chaotic, I'm struggling to keep face. I've been writing this
fic ever since November, and it's near completion now, but that doesn't
mean I'll update my fic every day because of school. Please R&R. Thank you.
~~Imagen~~
***
Part II
Chapter 1: "Golden Bafomdad"
"Wait a minute, time out, TIME OUT!" Fox barked as he held up a palm. "Okay, lemme get this straight... first, you wanted to kill me, now you wanted to help me? What kind of a sick twist is this?"
"It is true," Krazoa Diva continued, "that we still need a shell for my last brother. However, if you have noticed the stars..." she paused and looked up. "One more star will fall."
"What?"
Krazoa Diva nodded. "I know who my brother will take, and that'll be the first one to die."
Fox shuddered, thinking, 'Hope it isn't me...'
"But why are you helping us gather the Bafomdads?" Tricky asked. "Do you even know what we'll do with them?"
"I do, actually, but I will not tell you why. During the meantime, my brothers, sister, and I will keep a lookout on Scales and the red-tailed hawk." She turned around and started walking off. "Farewell, Fox McCloud. Until we meet again-"
"WAIT!!! Watch out for the-"
*THUD!!!*
"Hole...."
"Let me ask you a question," Krazoa Diva muffled, her face dug into the dirt inside the hole she fell into. "Did the original owner of the shell always fall like this? (This is the fifth time that happened to me today.)"
"My condolences," Tricky said. Starr kicked him on the head, sending him flying several feet before he smacked into a tree.
***
"So what's our first stop?" Tricky asked Starr as they walked along the forests near LightFoot Village as he rubbed his third bruise.
"Let's go to ThornTail Hollow," the little boy replied. "That's a good place to start-"
"Hold it!" Fox interrupted. "Why don't we start at the LightFoot Tribe? They're the closest from here!"
"Hey, hey! Who's in charge of this mission here, you or me?"
Fox grumbled. The answer was that both of them were, yet Fox HAD to let some kid boss him around. No reward? A little kid as leader? How stupidly ironic is that???
Starr sighed, "Fine! We'll check out the LightFeet! What should we do, ask the Chief if he has it?"
"That's exactly what I thought we should do. Let's find out."
***
"Gooolden Bafombdaaaaaaaaaads?" the Chief repeated few of Fox's question.
Fox nodded slowly. "Yessss, Golden Bafombdaaaads! Shiiiiny! Preeeetty!" Starr and Tricky laughed.
Chief Lightfoot frowned. "Trying to make me look stoopid, right?"
"Well, you're the one who's talking like that!" Starr pointed out.
The Chief shook his head. "We had a Golden Bafomdad here once. We kept it in case we wanted to revive someone of great importance, but only for emergencies."
"Well, this is kinda an emergency..."
"What kind?"
"I need it so I can revive my Mama and Fox's Team!"
The only reply from the LightFeet was loud, haughty laughter.
"Please!" Tricky pleaded. "If we don't get that Bafomdad, who knows what havoc General Scales will wreck once all six of the Krazoa take their shells!"
As soon as the LightFeet heard the name "General Scales," they stopped laughing. The Chief LightFoot turned to his advisor, who whispered something in his ear. The Chief then hopped to his feet, off his chair, then walked to the fox, bird, and EarthWalker. "You convinced us. You can have the Bafomdad. We never seem to need it anyway."
"YEAH!!!!"
"However, it was stolen from us three years ago from a gang of SharpClaw."
Fox, Tricky, and Starr fell on their faces.
"Then do you know where they are?" Starr asked.
"They're somewhere in the gardens near Cape Claw. These SharpClaw are big and ruthless and lethal, and they take the Golden Bafomdad as if it was a precious jewel (and technically it is)."
"Great..." Fox murmured.
Tricky nudged Fox's leg. "C'mon, Fox, you can take them on!"
"Yeah, but......... I don't have a weapon!"
"Well," the Chief began. "There is a way you can get it without a fight. None of us tried it before (because all of us were too afraid.)"
"Really? What is it?"
***
In the heart of the Cape Claw gardens, a huge band of SharpClaw heartily ate their lunch, Puk Puk Eggs and meat. They snarfed and gobbled up their food like there's no tomorrow, occasionally choking or gulping down their water. Right by the largest SharpClaw, a seven foot tall red SharpClaw with a Morning Star mace by his side, was a small cage. In that cage a little Bafomdad, golden-colored instead of red or brown, sat lonely, whimpering sadly. When the red SharpClaw became agitated from the Bafomdad, he picked up his Morning Star and smacked the cage off its stand. The cage rolled a bit, the Bafomdad screaming then finally hushed. The SharpClaw then resumed his lunch.
"Hey, hey, check it out!" one of the smaller SharpClaw yelled out as he nudged his nearest comrade. Walking past him a woman walked by, a red vixen. She had crystal eyes and flowing red hair and fur, her tail long and bushy. She wore a pink dress with flowers on the hem of her skirt, making her look pretty.
The red SharpClaw dropped his Puk Puk egg and wiped his mouth, then began approaching the vixen. The lady stepped back and giggled, then murmured under her breath, the voice of a male whispering, "Why do I have to cross- dress? Stupid LightFoot Tribe!!!!"
"Hey, hey, there, pretty lady..." the SharpClaws snorted as they surrounded the fox. The vulpine stepped back, shuddering and breaking into sweat.
Behind a boulder where one of the SharpClaw sat, Tricky poked his head out slightly, enough to be seen and heard only by the fox. "Fox, calm down, like the SharpClaw will hurt a lady!"
"Well, guess what?" the guised Fox whispered as he tried to strain his angry voice. "I'm NOT a lady! And getting hurt is NOT what I'm AFRAID of!!!"
"Okay..." Tricky shrugged. "Just do it quick, okay?" After that, he slipped behind the boulder, out of Fox's sight.
Fox sighed frustratingly. "Of all of us, why do I have to dress up like a girl? I mean, c'mon!" He grabbed some of the fabric on his top and pulled it gently. "Pink is NOT my color!" ((Q: Where did they get the pink dress? A: From Shabunga's store.... gee, I wonder why?...))
"Quit your complaining!" Starr called from the trees. None of the SharpClaw could see nor hear him (they must be either blind or deaf).
Fox shot back, "Complaining? I'm beyond complaining! Why do I have to demean myself and my manly-hood and cross-dress for these stupid SharpClaw???"
"Because you're old enough to have fake tits! Now get that Golden Bafomdad!!!"
"Pht! A nine-year-old kid? I don't think so! A really sick-minded kid, maybe," Fox mumbled to himself as the SharpClaw closed in on him.
The Red SharpClaw slugged aside his lackeys and stood right in front of Fox, looking up and down, his filthy mind speaking aloud in his eyes. "Hey, sweet stuff, what brings you here among me and my men?"
Fox faked a girlish giggle. "Oh, I've heard you had a very precious critter with you, a Golden Bafomdad!"
"Oh, I see... You'd like to see it, yes?"
"Tee hee, of course!"
The Red SharpClaw walked back to the cage that imprisoned the little Golden Bafomdad. He picked it up and shook it a bit, then approached Fox and held it in front of him. Fox faked another giggle and reached out to grab it, but before his furry paws could even touch the cage the SharpClaw held it up, gripped it with one clawed hand and waved a finger with the other. "Ah- ah-aaaaaaaah..." he taunted. "If ya want to see this little critter ya gotta serve us first!"
Fox stuttered, "S-S-Serve?"
"Hey, c'mon, sweet buns! Pour us some water and chill with us!" some SharpClaw called back as they sat back down, throwing a pitcher at Fox's direction.
Fox felt like crying as he caught the pitcher then started walking to the nearest river. "I'll never live this down..."
***
A few hours later after being hit on by the SharpClaw and getting slapped on the behind several times (poor Fox), Fox was lead to the Red SharpClaw's tent. Inside was a rug made of a SnowHorn's pelt, boxes full of the SharpClaw's belongings, and a bed. Fox gulped, "I was afraid of this..."
The SharpClaw threw the Bafomdad's cage across the tent, smacking the canvas then falling to the ground. Fox could hear the frightened whimpering of the scared creature, and he ran to him, saying, "Oh, don't do that dear thing!"
Before he would reach the cage the SharpClaw grabbed his arm then pulled him back to him, wrapping his arm around Fox. "Oh, don't worry, hot stuff, you'll get your hands on that Bafomdad... after I get mine on you!"
"Oh, no..."
"If you don't mind me being too forward... it's just that I haven't done this for quite a while..." the SharpClaw said as he swept Fox's feet off the floor then caught him and held him in his arms like a groom holding his bride. Fox felt like he wanted to scream and slap him silly (perhaps it's the dress?), but he knew that he should play along.
The SharpClaw gently placed Fox on his bed, then the vulpine faked one more giggle, but a more nervous one. "Um, do you think this is all getting too fast?"
"Not at all, my dear," the SharpClaw said sweetly as he placed his hands on Fox's top and began to snap it open.
'Oh, no,' Fox thought. 'If he finds out that I'm really a guy, this could blow my cover! Plus the thought of a guy being all over my like a homo...... it's just.... just... just.... ugh... agh...'
Fox began to finger beside the bed as the SharpClaw began unbuttoning his first two buttons. Fox whimpered, breaking into his sweat as he reached further and further. The SharpClaw was already four buttons down, close enough to see that Fox had two oranges under his shirt. Still, Fox panicked, and he blindly grabbed the SharpClaw's Morning Star mace and swung it in the air. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!" he cried in his masculine voice as he swung the weapon and bashed the spiked mace head on the dinosaur's. In one hit Fox knocked out the SharpClaw, and as he fell unconscious he screamed and ripped open Fox's shirt, the two oranges rolling out and revealing the flat chest of a male fox. Fox panted for breath and sighed in relief, then shoved aside the knocked out SharpClaw, his wig slipping off as he did.
A few other SharpClaw heard their boss's scream, and they ran to the tent and caught the guised Fox, his disguise partly off. They screamed out in shock, "OH, MY GAWD, YOU'RE A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"HAH!!! Too bad you never found out sooner, chumps!" Fox taunted as he swung the Morning Star and knocked out the other SharpClaw. As soon as their other comrades heard them falling into distress, they too ran to the tent. Fox quickly ran and caught hold of the Bafomdad's cage, right before tripping on the hem of the dress and ripping the rest off. Fox found himself running through the forest, wearing nothing but his polka-dotted boxers and a few spears thrown on his rear.
***
"Tell me the truth, Fox," Tricky began as he watched Fox returned the torn dress to Shabunga, who took it back with a frown. "What's more embarrassing? Running around in a dress or running around almost completely naked?"
"Don't get me started, Tricky, or I'll add a fourth bruise on your side!" Fox threatened.
***
Up in the shadows, in the crown of the trees, hidden well in the lush, green leaves, an apparition sat there lazily. In his hands a little Golden Bafomdad slept peacefully.
This specter was not like any other. He wasn't like the vengeful Scales or the malicious Kuro, yet he was not among those killed for the sakes of the Krazoas' beings. No, he did not even die there-- his body lay and rot in the toxic landscapes of Venom, where it remained for over ten years. How did he appear on Dinosaur Planet? He had no idea either. All he remembered was that he was accompanying his loved ones in a ship before it crashed, leaving his son the only survivor.
But why didn't he use the Bafomdad to revive himself and reunite with his son? He thought of that long time ago, but he decided to wait. Perhaps this Golden Bafomdad was meant for something else... something far more important than himself...
The ghost was there when Fox ran about in his disguise and also when he ran about in the forest dodging spears while scampering about in his underwear. He saw the whole thing with his two eyes, two soft, gentle blue eyes hidden behind a pair of eyeglasses he wore almost his entire life before he died. The ghost sighed with sadness and disappointment, stroking the Bafomdad like a pet as he muttered, "The Great Fox McCloud, cross-dressing then running about naked... what was he THINKING???"
***
"Well, there's one Bafomdad down, four to go," Fox said as he released the little Bafomdad from its cage. The Golden critter hopped out and stretched, happy to have its first breath of fresh air in years. After Fox placed the cage down it hopped on his lap and gave it a soft kiss on the muzzle. Fox smiled nervously and patted the Bafomdad on the head before Shabunga snatched it with a bag. "HEY!!!" Fox barked. "What was THAT for? I just released the poor thing!"
"If you just let it free and that's it," Shabunga said as he wiggled a finger at Fox's face, "it'll just run away! A hundred scarabs for this Golden Bafomdad bag!"
"A HUNDRED SCARABS??? That's a rip-off! A bag is normally twenty! That's WAY more than half!"
"Well, it does hold Golden Bafomdads... and they're WAY rarer than regular Bafomdads!"
"I'll pay, don't worry, Fox," Queen EarthWalker said gently as she pulled out her wallet and paid Shabunga. "He's right about Bafomdad's running away. Especially this one, since he was caged for a very long time."
"I dunno," Tricky said as he watched the little Bafomdad hopped out of the bad and around Fox gleefully. "This one doesn't seem to want to go anywhere."
"Really?" Starr bent down to the Golden Bafomdad, "Would you like to stay here with us?"
The little critter nodded its head, then kissed Starr gently.
Suddenly a familiar voice giggled. "Oh, how cute! Let's name him!"
More spoke. "How about 'Hoppy'?"
"I dunno, it's sounds stupid, Slippy!"
"You think everything is stupid, Falco!"
Fox could hear the voices, but once again he cannot see his own Team. "Krystal? Slippy? Falco? Peppy?"
"It's us!" Peppy said as he lightly punched Fox on the shoulder.
"H-How did you guys survive?"
"WHAT???"
"I mean after-survive!!!"
There was a long pause.
Fox laughed nervously. "You know, as in after-life? After-live, after- survive? Get it?........ oh, forget it."
Krystal sighed. "It was not our time yet to depart this world. Those chains may have grabbed us and pulled us in, but we escaped. If it was truly our time then the chains and pulling would be stronger. You know us, Fox. We can survive.... even if we didn't..."
"I'm so glad you guys made it..."
Falco and Slippy poked Fox in the back of the neck. "Hey, Fox... we were there?"
"There..."
"When you disguised yourself as a lady!"
"Oh, gawd, NO!!!!!!"
"Man, it was so hilarious!!!" Krystal laughed. "Gawd, Fox, I've never seen you look anymore more stupid!!!"
Pretty soon, Fox was surrounded with hearty laughter. Fox sighed, slumping on a rock. "Great, now I'm a laughing stock in this whole group..." He felt as if he wanted someone to shoot him or throw a grenade at himself.
The Queen EarthWalker lightly tapped Fox on the back, trying to get the poor fox's attention. "Fox, I know where the EarthWalker Tribe's Golden Bafomdad is, although it's not with us."
"Oh, no........... DON'T TELL ME IT'S-"
"Stolen? No."
"Uh.......... I knew that!"
"It's in the well near here, but I must warn you..."
((to be continued...))
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
((WHOOPS!!! Yes, I know, this story is in the horror section, but right now it doesn't really seem horrific, does it?))
Falco: More like humorous to me! (Rolls around laughing)
Fox: SHADDUP!!! (Turns to Imagen and holds a boulder over his head) HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, IMAGEN???!!! FIRST THE KRAZOA ARE AFTER ME, I'VE BEEN NEARLY KILLED, I HAVE TO HAVE SOME LITTLE KID BOSS ME AROUND, NOW YOU'RE GONNA HUMILIATE ME???!!!
Imagen: If I want to make the story interesting, why not? ^_^
*WHAM!!!* (Fox slams the boulder on Imagen's head)
Falco: Hey, don't do that! She might not finish this story! I don't wanna stay dead!
Imagen: *** @_@ *** Please review so I can continue on Part II of "Falling Stars"!
~~Imagen~~
***
Part II
Chapter 1: "Golden Bafomdad"
"Wait a minute, time out, TIME OUT!" Fox barked as he held up a palm. "Okay, lemme get this straight... first, you wanted to kill me, now you wanted to help me? What kind of a sick twist is this?"
"It is true," Krazoa Diva continued, "that we still need a shell for my last brother. However, if you have noticed the stars..." she paused and looked up. "One more star will fall."
"What?"
Krazoa Diva nodded. "I know who my brother will take, and that'll be the first one to die."
Fox shuddered, thinking, 'Hope it isn't me...'
"But why are you helping us gather the Bafomdads?" Tricky asked. "Do you even know what we'll do with them?"
"I do, actually, but I will not tell you why. During the meantime, my brothers, sister, and I will keep a lookout on Scales and the red-tailed hawk." She turned around and started walking off. "Farewell, Fox McCloud. Until we meet again-"
"WAIT!!! Watch out for the-"
*THUD!!!*
"Hole...."
"Let me ask you a question," Krazoa Diva muffled, her face dug into the dirt inside the hole she fell into. "Did the original owner of the shell always fall like this? (This is the fifth time that happened to me today.)"
"My condolences," Tricky said. Starr kicked him on the head, sending him flying several feet before he smacked into a tree.
***
"So what's our first stop?" Tricky asked Starr as they walked along the forests near LightFoot Village as he rubbed his third bruise.
"Let's go to ThornTail Hollow," the little boy replied. "That's a good place to start-"
"Hold it!" Fox interrupted. "Why don't we start at the LightFoot Tribe? They're the closest from here!"
"Hey, hey! Who's in charge of this mission here, you or me?"
Fox grumbled. The answer was that both of them were, yet Fox HAD to let some kid boss him around. No reward? A little kid as leader? How stupidly ironic is that???
Starr sighed, "Fine! We'll check out the LightFeet! What should we do, ask the Chief if he has it?"
"That's exactly what I thought we should do. Let's find out."
***
"Gooolden Bafombdaaaaaaaaaads?" the Chief repeated few of Fox's question.
Fox nodded slowly. "Yessss, Golden Bafombdaaaads! Shiiiiny! Preeeetty!" Starr and Tricky laughed.
Chief Lightfoot frowned. "Trying to make me look stoopid, right?"
"Well, you're the one who's talking like that!" Starr pointed out.
The Chief shook his head. "We had a Golden Bafomdad here once. We kept it in case we wanted to revive someone of great importance, but only for emergencies."
"Well, this is kinda an emergency..."
"What kind?"
"I need it so I can revive my Mama and Fox's Team!"
The only reply from the LightFeet was loud, haughty laughter.
"Please!" Tricky pleaded. "If we don't get that Bafomdad, who knows what havoc General Scales will wreck once all six of the Krazoa take their shells!"
As soon as the LightFeet heard the name "General Scales," they stopped laughing. The Chief LightFoot turned to his advisor, who whispered something in his ear. The Chief then hopped to his feet, off his chair, then walked to the fox, bird, and EarthWalker. "You convinced us. You can have the Bafomdad. We never seem to need it anyway."
"YEAH!!!!"
"However, it was stolen from us three years ago from a gang of SharpClaw."
Fox, Tricky, and Starr fell on their faces.
"Then do you know where they are?" Starr asked.
"They're somewhere in the gardens near Cape Claw. These SharpClaw are big and ruthless and lethal, and they take the Golden Bafomdad as if it was a precious jewel (and technically it is)."
"Great..." Fox murmured.
Tricky nudged Fox's leg. "C'mon, Fox, you can take them on!"
"Yeah, but......... I don't have a weapon!"
"Well," the Chief began. "There is a way you can get it without a fight. None of us tried it before (because all of us were too afraid.)"
"Really? What is it?"
***
In the heart of the Cape Claw gardens, a huge band of SharpClaw heartily ate their lunch, Puk Puk Eggs and meat. They snarfed and gobbled up their food like there's no tomorrow, occasionally choking or gulping down their water. Right by the largest SharpClaw, a seven foot tall red SharpClaw with a Morning Star mace by his side, was a small cage. In that cage a little Bafomdad, golden-colored instead of red or brown, sat lonely, whimpering sadly. When the red SharpClaw became agitated from the Bafomdad, he picked up his Morning Star and smacked the cage off its stand. The cage rolled a bit, the Bafomdad screaming then finally hushed. The SharpClaw then resumed his lunch.
"Hey, hey, check it out!" one of the smaller SharpClaw yelled out as he nudged his nearest comrade. Walking past him a woman walked by, a red vixen. She had crystal eyes and flowing red hair and fur, her tail long and bushy. She wore a pink dress with flowers on the hem of her skirt, making her look pretty.
The red SharpClaw dropped his Puk Puk egg and wiped his mouth, then began approaching the vixen. The lady stepped back and giggled, then murmured under her breath, the voice of a male whispering, "Why do I have to cross- dress? Stupid LightFoot Tribe!!!!"
"Hey, hey, there, pretty lady..." the SharpClaws snorted as they surrounded the fox. The vulpine stepped back, shuddering and breaking into sweat.
Behind a boulder where one of the SharpClaw sat, Tricky poked his head out slightly, enough to be seen and heard only by the fox. "Fox, calm down, like the SharpClaw will hurt a lady!"
"Well, guess what?" the guised Fox whispered as he tried to strain his angry voice. "I'm NOT a lady! And getting hurt is NOT what I'm AFRAID of!!!"
"Okay..." Tricky shrugged. "Just do it quick, okay?" After that, he slipped behind the boulder, out of Fox's sight.
Fox sighed frustratingly. "Of all of us, why do I have to dress up like a girl? I mean, c'mon!" He grabbed some of the fabric on his top and pulled it gently. "Pink is NOT my color!" ((Q: Where did they get the pink dress? A: From Shabunga's store.... gee, I wonder why?...))
"Quit your complaining!" Starr called from the trees. None of the SharpClaw could see nor hear him (they must be either blind or deaf).
Fox shot back, "Complaining? I'm beyond complaining! Why do I have to demean myself and my manly-hood and cross-dress for these stupid SharpClaw???"
"Because you're old enough to have fake tits! Now get that Golden Bafomdad!!!"
"Pht! A nine-year-old kid? I don't think so! A really sick-minded kid, maybe," Fox mumbled to himself as the SharpClaw closed in on him.
The Red SharpClaw slugged aside his lackeys and stood right in front of Fox, looking up and down, his filthy mind speaking aloud in his eyes. "Hey, sweet stuff, what brings you here among me and my men?"
Fox faked a girlish giggle. "Oh, I've heard you had a very precious critter with you, a Golden Bafomdad!"
"Oh, I see... You'd like to see it, yes?"
"Tee hee, of course!"
The Red SharpClaw walked back to the cage that imprisoned the little Golden Bafomdad. He picked it up and shook it a bit, then approached Fox and held it in front of him. Fox faked another giggle and reached out to grab it, but before his furry paws could even touch the cage the SharpClaw held it up, gripped it with one clawed hand and waved a finger with the other. "Ah- ah-aaaaaaaah..." he taunted. "If ya want to see this little critter ya gotta serve us first!"
Fox stuttered, "S-S-Serve?"
"Hey, c'mon, sweet buns! Pour us some water and chill with us!" some SharpClaw called back as they sat back down, throwing a pitcher at Fox's direction.
Fox felt like crying as he caught the pitcher then started walking to the nearest river. "I'll never live this down..."
***
A few hours later after being hit on by the SharpClaw and getting slapped on the behind several times (poor Fox), Fox was lead to the Red SharpClaw's tent. Inside was a rug made of a SnowHorn's pelt, boxes full of the SharpClaw's belongings, and a bed. Fox gulped, "I was afraid of this..."
The SharpClaw threw the Bafomdad's cage across the tent, smacking the canvas then falling to the ground. Fox could hear the frightened whimpering of the scared creature, and he ran to him, saying, "Oh, don't do that dear thing!"
Before he would reach the cage the SharpClaw grabbed his arm then pulled him back to him, wrapping his arm around Fox. "Oh, don't worry, hot stuff, you'll get your hands on that Bafomdad... after I get mine on you!"
"Oh, no..."
"If you don't mind me being too forward... it's just that I haven't done this for quite a while..." the SharpClaw said as he swept Fox's feet off the floor then caught him and held him in his arms like a groom holding his bride. Fox felt like he wanted to scream and slap him silly (perhaps it's the dress?), but he knew that he should play along.
The SharpClaw gently placed Fox on his bed, then the vulpine faked one more giggle, but a more nervous one. "Um, do you think this is all getting too fast?"
"Not at all, my dear," the SharpClaw said sweetly as he placed his hands on Fox's top and began to snap it open.
'Oh, no,' Fox thought. 'If he finds out that I'm really a guy, this could blow my cover! Plus the thought of a guy being all over my like a homo...... it's just.... just... just.... ugh... agh...'
Fox began to finger beside the bed as the SharpClaw began unbuttoning his first two buttons. Fox whimpered, breaking into his sweat as he reached further and further. The SharpClaw was already four buttons down, close enough to see that Fox had two oranges under his shirt. Still, Fox panicked, and he blindly grabbed the SharpClaw's Morning Star mace and swung it in the air. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!" he cried in his masculine voice as he swung the weapon and bashed the spiked mace head on the dinosaur's. In one hit Fox knocked out the SharpClaw, and as he fell unconscious he screamed and ripped open Fox's shirt, the two oranges rolling out and revealing the flat chest of a male fox. Fox panted for breath and sighed in relief, then shoved aside the knocked out SharpClaw, his wig slipping off as he did.
A few other SharpClaw heard their boss's scream, and they ran to the tent and caught the guised Fox, his disguise partly off. They screamed out in shock, "OH, MY GAWD, YOU'RE A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"HAH!!! Too bad you never found out sooner, chumps!" Fox taunted as he swung the Morning Star and knocked out the other SharpClaw. As soon as their other comrades heard them falling into distress, they too ran to the tent. Fox quickly ran and caught hold of the Bafomdad's cage, right before tripping on the hem of the dress and ripping the rest off. Fox found himself running through the forest, wearing nothing but his polka-dotted boxers and a few spears thrown on his rear.
***
"Tell me the truth, Fox," Tricky began as he watched Fox returned the torn dress to Shabunga, who took it back with a frown. "What's more embarrassing? Running around in a dress or running around almost completely naked?"
"Don't get me started, Tricky, or I'll add a fourth bruise on your side!" Fox threatened.
***
Up in the shadows, in the crown of the trees, hidden well in the lush, green leaves, an apparition sat there lazily. In his hands a little Golden Bafomdad slept peacefully.
This specter was not like any other. He wasn't like the vengeful Scales or the malicious Kuro, yet he was not among those killed for the sakes of the Krazoas' beings. No, he did not even die there-- his body lay and rot in the toxic landscapes of Venom, where it remained for over ten years. How did he appear on Dinosaur Planet? He had no idea either. All he remembered was that he was accompanying his loved ones in a ship before it crashed, leaving his son the only survivor.
But why didn't he use the Bafomdad to revive himself and reunite with his son? He thought of that long time ago, but he decided to wait. Perhaps this Golden Bafomdad was meant for something else... something far more important than himself...
The ghost was there when Fox ran about in his disguise and also when he ran about in the forest dodging spears while scampering about in his underwear. He saw the whole thing with his two eyes, two soft, gentle blue eyes hidden behind a pair of eyeglasses he wore almost his entire life before he died. The ghost sighed with sadness and disappointment, stroking the Bafomdad like a pet as he muttered, "The Great Fox McCloud, cross-dressing then running about naked... what was he THINKING???"
***
"Well, there's one Bafomdad down, four to go," Fox said as he released the little Bafomdad from its cage. The Golden critter hopped out and stretched, happy to have its first breath of fresh air in years. After Fox placed the cage down it hopped on his lap and gave it a soft kiss on the muzzle. Fox smiled nervously and patted the Bafomdad on the head before Shabunga snatched it with a bag. "HEY!!!" Fox barked. "What was THAT for? I just released the poor thing!"
"If you just let it free and that's it," Shabunga said as he wiggled a finger at Fox's face, "it'll just run away! A hundred scarabs for this Golden Bafomdad bag!"
"A HUNDRED SCARABS??? That's a rip-off! A bag is normally twenty! That's WAY more than half!"
"Well, it does hold Golden Bafomdads... and they're WAY rarer than regular Bafomdads!"
"I'll pay, don't worry, Fox," Queen EarthWalker said gently as she pulled out her wallet and paid Shabunga. "He's right about Bafomdad's running away. Especially this one, since he was caged for a very long time."
"I dunno," Tricky said as he watched the little Bafomdad hopped out of the bad and around Fox gleefully. "This one doesn't seem to want to go anywhere."
"Really?" Starr bent down to the Golden Bafomdad, "Would you like to stay here with us?"
The little critter nodded its head, then kissed Starr gently.
Suddenly a familiar voice giggled. "Oh, how cute! Let's name him!"
More spoke. "How about 'Hoppy'?"
"I dunno, it's sounds stupid, Slippy!"
"You think everything is stupid, Falco!"
Fox could hear the voices, but once again he cannot see his own Team. "Krystal? Slippy? Falco? Peppy?"
"It's us!" Peppy said as he lightly punched Fox on the shoulder.
"H-How did you guys survive?"
"WHAT???"
"I mean after-survive!!!"
There was a long pause.
Fox laughed nervously. "You know, as in after-life? After-live, after- survive? Get it?........ oh, forget it."
Krystal sighed. "It was not our time yet to depart this world. Those chains may have grabbed us and pulled us in, but we escaped. If it was truly our time then the chains and pulling would be stronger. You know us, Fox. We can survive.... even if we didn't..."
"I'm so glad you guys made it..."
Falco and Slippy poked Fox in the back of the neck. "Hey, Fox... we were there?"
"There..."
"When you disguised yourself as a lady!"
"Oh, gawd, NO!!!!!!"
"Man, it was so hilarious!!!" Krystal laughed. "Gawd, Fox, I've never seen you look anymore more stupid!!!"
Pretty soon, Fox was surrounded with hearty laughter. Fox sighed, slumping on a rock. "Great, now I'm a laughing stock in this whole group..." He felt as if he wanted someone to shoot him or throw a grenade at himself.
The Queen EarthWalker lightly tapped Fox on the back, trying to get the poor fox's attention. "Fox, I know where the EarthWalker Tribe's Golden Bafomdad is, although it's not with us."
"Oh, no........... DON'T TELL ME IT'S-"
"Stolen? No."
"Uh.......... I knew that!"
"It's in the well near here, but I must warn you..."
((to be continued...))
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((WHOOPS!!! Yes, I know, this story is in the horror section, but right now it doesn't really seem horrific, does it?))
Falco: More like humorous to me! (Rolls around laughing)
Fox: SHADDUP!!! (Turns to Imagen and holds a boulder over his head) HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, IMAGEN???!!! FIRST THE KRAZOA ARE AFTER ME, I'VE BEEN NEARLY KILLED, I HAVE TO HAVE SOME LITTLE KID BOSS ME AROUND, NOW YOU'RE GONNA HUMILIATE ME???!!!
Imagen: If I want to make the story interesting, why not? ^_^
*WHAM!!!* (Fox slams the boulder on Imagen's head)
Falco: Hey, don't do that! She might not finish this story! I don't wanna stay dead!
Imagen: *** @_@ *** Please review so I can continue on Part II of "Falling Stars"!