Spyro: A.C.I.D. Reign
Chapter 2: Trailer Trash Goth Goats
Author's Notes: Hey, I didn't mention what A.C.I.D. is did I? Oops. A.C.I.D. or Arson Conspiracy Immoral Demons is a school where different people (creatures whatever) learn dark magic. First of all, it's total anti-Hogwarts. Second, this school is like a mix of Pink Floyd's "The Wall" and Blink-182's music video for "Feelin' This", where all the punk kids run around rampant and do whatever they want (But obviously, they don't tie the teachers up with electrical tape and throw them in jail cells and the girls don't run around in their underoos and empty out tampon machines and T.P. the bathroom stalls). Phaydees is I guess what you'd call the "Headmistress" but she acts more like a student and Zola and Zoloe are her two best friends/ henchwomen (?).
When Ripto and my fan- character Melvin overthrew the school system/government, then it looked a lot like the music video. Except people got killed and Zoloe transmogrified herself into Crush. Ripto already admitted that Gulp was from Molten Crater, but I never knew the origin of Crush, so I wrote this. Of course, we all know that this isn't true. The real Crush would never speak with a Downtown Flushings NY accent. I've been watching too many of "The Nanny" reruns.
No references were made toward Columbine purposely in this fic.
P.S. I know Ripto isn't this suicidal in real life (or is he… hmmm). Sorry if he's OOC.
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Ripto stormed into his throne room, mad as hell and very sticky, with Gulp and Crush following behind him like puppies. "So much for the movie," Ripto muttered angrily to himself as he sat on his throne and sent Gulp and Crush away. Coincidentally he had seen the same movie as Spyro, even though he himself didn't normally go to movies. Everyone there had participated in a huge soda fight. He didn't remember WHO had started the fight, but it was more interesting than any lame B-movie, any day. (which are the only kind of movies that Avalar shows)
Once the two idiots were gone, Ripto shut off all the lights. He liked the dark better. It helped him think, plot out his evil schemes and wallow in his hatred of Dragons. He sighed. What would be his next plan to get rid of that purple pest? There were some days where he was so frustrated that he wanted to warp himself to Spyro's house and slit his throat in his sleep. But it wasn't that easy. Things like this needed to be planned out. But Ripto, as we know, isn't always as enthusiastic as he seemed. Sometimes, he had the nerve to kill himself; anything would be better than living in failure. Just a jump out his bedroom window or slitting his wrists… Wait a minute. Why DID he want to kill himself? Then, Spyro would never be defeated, obviously, .Quickly, he shook off any lingering suicidal thoughts and muttered a spell to get his soda-drenched clothes clean. Then he remembered something. HE had started the soda fight, when he had finally managed to get out of the popcorn machine; that dammed Dragon would smell like a bad mixture of Mountain Dew and Dr. Pepper for quite a long time. He smiled. Little did he know, right outside his window a conversation was going on…
"Do you have the jetpack?"
"Yes, ma'am. I can't believe this damn thing only fits one person, and it's such an ugly color…"
"Don't frazzle me, Zola. Do YOU want to go back in suspended animation, mortal? No? Good; get on my shoulders."
All of a sudden, there was a great rumbling and a WOOSH! as the two unidentifiable beings crashed through the window over Ripto's throne. Showered with broken glass, Ripto was uplifted by the topmost figure and plopped on their shoulders. The three were all screaming now.
"What the F---?!!"
"A.C.I.D. Rules! Kill the pig!"
"This is fun!!"
Cartoon-like, the three crashed into a wall. Ripto fell hard on his back. He shook his ugly head, and checked himself for slashes from the broken glass and for broken bones. Finding none, he reared his head to the two intruders. He couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw.
"YOU'RE- YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!- Or at least still in suspended animation." the short wizard stammered as he pointed a claw at the one of the figures.
Casually, the figure he pointed to took off its cape. The creature was a tall, female goat. Cruel yellow horns wound around her head and red flames burned in her eyes, literally. She wore a long black skirt with a decoration of red flames around the bottom and matching sports-bra. She smiled at him and said, "Well, hello, Ripto. Do you recognize me? Or has your ego grown so much you've blocked out all of your teenage memories?"
"I don't understand. Why are you here anyways? You could've easily come during the morning as you could at this odd hour of the night," he replied.
"You always gotta make an entrance, when you're evil, Ripto. Thought you would have learned that by now. Your master has come back to reclaim what is rightfully hers. And to seek revenge. Have you forgotten? Are you still the stupid idiot as I remember you? Don't you remember the fact that YOU KILLED CORKY??!" she screeched as the flames leapt higher in her eyes and she loomed over him like an over-aggravated anime character.
Well that was anti-climatic, Ripto thought to himself. "Of course I remember I killed Corky, Phaydees. And I'm damn proud of it too. Too bad you weren't brave enough to fight back when you saw him dying. Don't you remember that I used to like you? How the heck did you guys get in here, anyways?"
"No shit, Ripto," said the goat, who went by the name of Phaydees. "the castle remembers its maker and I broke through your Security Spells around it,. You knew you couldn't stay like this forever, Short Stuff. You knew I was watching you, you paranoid freak. I foresaw your fall at Avalar while you were still in A.C.I.D. Of course I knew that you liked me. But a student/ headmaster relationship would be too…"
"Remnant of Beverly Hills 90210?" the second creature spoke up from the corner where she had landed. She got up, took off her cape and brushed the dirt off her shoulders (Sorry everyone; I promised my friend Z-man that I would make a reference to Jay-Z in one of my stories.). "But isn't there only like a three-year age difference between you two?"
Ripto recognized the other creature too; she used to be one of his best friends. Her name was Zola, and she was dressed in a white blouse and short blue skirt and matching Adidas sneakers, just like the old A.C.I.D. girls' uniform. Her horns weren't as large as Phaydees' horns, more like the horns on a cow.
"Zola, you dork. Since when do you work for this stuck-up succubus?" Ripto said.
"You shut up, man. I'm like second in command now," Zola replied.
Suddenly, as if on cue, a huge explosion was caused by one of Gulp's missiles, which caused a good sized hole in one of the walls. Gulp appeared once the smoke had disappeared, but Crush wasn't with him as usual. Instead, there was a tall muscular, she-goat wearing cargo pants and a black tube top with a "Z" design done in crystals on one side. She looked similar to the other two goats, she even had the same "flames" in her eyes as Phaydees.
" Thanks for coming, Phay. I've been wanting to get out of that form for ages," said the goat in an odd accent as she swept into a deep bow.
"Of course you remember that there never really was a 'Crush'. Zoloe has practically mastered shape shifting without a transmogrifier gun," Phayees said smugly.
"I'm not an idiot," Ripto growled. "Just get your revenge on me over with so I can go on with my life."
"Oh, no ya' don't buckaroo. It's not that simple. I just don't want to avenge Corky's death, but every sheep that has ever been killed by those damn Dragons. I just gotta remember where I hid Corky's medallion."
"Corky's what?"
But she didn't reply. She began scraping around with her claws where the wall had exploded until a "YES!" was heard.
"Holy dude, I can't believe it's still here!" she exclaimed. "It's just what I need to cast that spell for my ultimate revenge." She snickered and held up her prize triumphantly. It was an odd looking necklace on a heavy chain, with a single, large bronze charm made in the exact shape of a cork. It was a pretty thing to behold, but made in a twisted spirit of hate and evil.
"That 'ultimate revenge' thing sounded like something out of Yu-Gi-Oh," Zola said. "Joey is soooo hot…"
"But why do you need that hunk of junk? Can't you just cast the stupid spell? " Ripto said.
"It's not junk…" Phaydees began to explain, "even though Corky may be dead, his magic is still here in this metal. And this is exactly what I need; this spell can only be used as revenge, and you need something that belongs to the one your avenging, as odd as that . Besides, you need your scepter to cast spells, so I need this right now."
She walked away from the small group and began murmuring to herself. Almost immediately, black fire burst into a circle around her and her murmurs became louder. Cruel black beings arose from the fire with red eyes like pupil-less pools of blood. They spun around her, faster and faster until she exclaimed trance-like, "Enough. Do the work you were awaken for and freeze the wronged ones in eternal darkness."
The spirit things disappeared and the fire ceased to burn. Phaydees, satisfied with the work of her spell, turned around and casually walked over to the group, her head bobbing up and down like a bobble-head dog on the back window ledge of an old Chevy. She said to Zola and Zoloe, "Go alert his Rhynocs to invade the Dragon Realms and all the realms surrounding it. They'll listen to you. Well what are you waiting for? Get going!" She pushed the two goats out of the room.
"Well, well, well, Ripto. What have I in store for you?" She chuckled lightly to herself , put a cold, clammy arm around his shoulder and bent down to his size, for she was about three feet taller than he. As you can imagine, Ripto was very nervous.
"What was that spell you used?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh that? A Punk Statue Spell. It turns all the inhabitants of The Dragon Realms and all the Realms surrounding it into -what else- punk statues. Plus, I'm sick of all those damn stereotypes. But I have something much worse prepared for you." She smiled and pulled a simple pyramid spike bracelet out of her skirt pocket and snapped it on his wrist.
"What's this for?" he asked. The spikes seemed to shimmer with otherworldly power and the leather looked more like it was made of Dragon hide.
"Well, for one thing, it's enchanted. You can be banished by Corky's medallion. 'Cause if I get defeated, then you will be too. Just in temporary limbo. So I guess I'll see you in hell, if someone stops me." she said happily.
"This insures to be a long fanfiction… Damn you DSI…" Ripto said to himself
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Well, this was the second chapter. Yes, I know this story is really stupid, but I still like it! Please R&R, bucko. ACK!
