Yes, I'm alive. It's been over about a year since I last updated. Now that I finished revising my first chapter, I'mstill in the process of completing the second. I can concentrate on the task at hand.I'm sure everyone will have to re-read the chapters again just to remember what has happen so far. I'm also very sorry about the long wait, it's just…
"YOU FORGOT ABOUT US, DIDN'T YOU?" The body of Zoah stood before the writer as a sweat drop appeared on his head anime style. No…Of course not, who in there right minds, it's just… maybe. Would you believe I was waiting for a sequel/three-quel? But anyways onto thanking those everyone who reviewed."
"THANK YOU VERY MUCH DRAGON RIDER, CHIBI RT, YUKOMA, JAMES, JANAE, FIRECELL, BLISSEY, MIZU NO KOKORO, AND YES EVEN YOU DIRK BOLERO. FINISHED THANKING… NOW IT'S TIME TO EAT."
Wow, people still liked my story and look at how many reviews I got. The writer slightly smiles as the giant knight stood crossing his arms expecting as much. "I TOLD YOU IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME."
Before long a familiar handsome blonde hair officers comes running up. "HEY, WHAT'S UP NORRIS?" Zoah shouts as the officer's scans his surroundings. "Freeze, you are under arrest!" Norris exclaimed pointing his rainbow gun at the giant behemoth.
"FOR WHAT, DON'T TELL ME IT'S ABOUT THE NEXT COUPLES BEING MINORS, YOU..." Zoah tried protesting, but the officer quickly stopped him with a gesture of his hand. "No, but it's against the law in Porre for all residents to be wearing masks, helmets, or anything else that covers your face."
"BUT WE ARE NOT IN…" The giant sighed slowly, as an idea came to him. A way to kill two birds with one stone you could say. "HOW ABOUT IF YOU DROP THE CHARGES, I'LL LET YOU BE IN MY SHOW." Norris stood studying the situation. "Is that a bribe?" Norris asked cautiously still gun at hand ready to go trigger happy at anything. "YES."
"Okay I'll do it." Noah nods as the sight of the mask magical caught his attention. "Wait Guile, you have to take off your mask." Norris shouted seeing the magician walking or somewhat floating away.
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ZOAH'S DATING GAME
In the aftermath of our last insane show, it led to the hospitalisation of the first three bachelorettes. Now with our main protagonist alone sitting backstage of the Termina Theater dateless. Serge didn't know what to do next; all that he knew was his life was over. His life wouldn't be able to get any worst. He could only imagine what the other protagonists would think upon hearing about this.
The guy with the oversize sword syndrome and the guy with friendship issues wouldn't hesitant to laugh at him in a heart beat. If the taunting didn't kill him, the girls would finish the job upon being released from the hospital. Just their fight wouldn't be continued on camera, and without the aid of Starky's censorship device. His whole life was doomed to have the three squabble over him forever.
To add insult to inquiry, his somewhat lynx like father stayed behind as the show broke for a quick ten-minute break. His cat like smile broke into his thoughts as the boy turned to his arch villain.
"That was fun, wasn't it Chrono Trigger?" Lynx slyly asked, as Serge buried himself in his hands. "Can you kill me please, oh and stop calling me by the name of our pre-sequel. It's embarrassing."
"Like Chrono Trigger could be considered a pre-sequel. I mean besides the three ghost kids, the Lavos, and that scientist that I killed; which was fun by the way, had nothing to do with Chrono Trigger. Speaking of fun, I forgot to tell you I also loved stabbing your girlfriend, and stealing your body."
"Just kill me!" Serge softly pleaded, this causing the incarnation to raise his hand to his chin for a minute thinking. "I could, but I love watching you suffer. But what do you say instead we go to Chronopolis. I have something I'm dying to show you there." Lynx offered. Serge sighed; to die by his nemesis would be better than by the girls' rage when they returned home, any of Lynx's torture devices would be far better.
"Shall we go, Chrono Trigger?" Serge slowly accepts nodding towards the embodiment of FATE as he gently laid his hand on Serge, both teleporting away in an instant. Now Zoah stood watching this, the two would be back soon anyways. But the show once again had to proceed.
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Without further delay, the beloved giant stood before the masses at the Termina Theater still in his brand spanking new tux, Zoah's voice could be heard throughout the stands.
"LADYS, GENTLEMEN, CRAZY CREATURES THAT I KNOW, AND NIKKI. WELCOME BACK, LAST TIME ON OUR SHOW, LYNX GOT INVOLVED, AND THE THREE BACHELORETTES HAD A CAT FIGHT. HOPEFULLY THIS TIME WILL BE A LITTLE BETTER… HEY, SHOULDN'T I GET A FREE CHURRO LIKE LAST TIME? ANYWAYS, WELCOME OUR NEXT CONTESTANT THE DIRT POOR ARTIST NAMED VAN."
"How dare you call me poor, I have rights. I have rights!" The voice of the young artist could be heard as he stood by the door, just a few centimeters away from the door knob incase of a quick retreat.
"SURE YOU DO, NOW GET DOWN HERE!"
"Yeah right, after what you did to Serge, then insulting me. Why should I?" Van demanded crossing his arms, his tantrum in front of the whole audience to see.
"YOU ARE AN ARTIST AND YOU ARE POOR. SO GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I MAKE YOU SORRY!" Zoah reasoned as the artist still refused holding his head high. "Make me!"
"STARKY BRING OUT THE ZOAH'S BOX OF SEEING STUFF WITH, WE NEED TO EDUCATE YOUNG VAN HERE." His voice quickly turning wicked as Van stood there in complete shock, the last thing he needed was to be in the same boat Serge had been.
"No, please. I'll be good. Just please don't let me see the other other other me!" Van quickly raised his hands above his head walking towards the stage surrendering himself to the evil knight's will.
Zoah clearly his voice as he began his introducing. "THIS IS VAN, THE CHILD IS FOURTEEN. THE BOY LIVES HERE IN TERMINA WITH HIS FATHER, HIS BODY WEIGHT IS 88LB. HIS HEIGHT IS 4'11. HE HAS BLUE EYES, BLUE HAIR, AND ONLY AGREED TO GO ON THE SHOW FOR THE PRIZES BECAUSE HE IS POOR."
Van tried his best to keep calm and from lashing out on Zoah, but it was easier said than done. The thoughts of the prizes allowed him to do so. "NOW VAN ARE YOU READY TO PICK FROM THESE BACHELORETTES, NOW WHO WILL HE CHOOSE?" Van couldn't help but glare at the giant among giants. Ignoring the look he was receiving, Zoah pulled out the question cards handing it to the boy. "TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF BACHELORETTES."
"Like you like already like know like about me, Zoah." The first one chimed, as Van couldn't help but be taken back.
"Well I'm a sweet little girl, who likes playing pranks on my stupid older brother." The second answered sweetly.
"Leah hungry." The third one added.
"THOSE ARE THE THREE BACHELORETTES." Zoah proudly announced. "I knew you were crazy, but this is just plain sick! Do you have any idea how old these girls are?" Van exclaimed a hint of rage in his voice, the very thought made him sick to his stomach. "DON'T WORRY, THE LAW IS ALREADY WITH ME."
"Yeah whatever, just start this sick show of yours.." Van felt a bit dejected. At least Serge had a few of the less annoying choices. But he swore to himself that he would do anything for money, survive any hardships. This counting as one of them.
"Okay… Fine… Bachelorette #1: What is your favorite thing to do?"
"Well like besides being like a knight like I like to like playing cat's cradle."
"Same question to you Bachelorette #2: What is your favorite thing to do?"
"I like stealing stuff from my brother, and also embarrassing him in front of Kid. One time I took his line when he was fishing trying to impress her and I tied it to rock underwater, so he ended up falling into the water upon tugging on the line too hard."
"Bachelorette #3: What job would you get to support a useless artist like me in the future?" Van stopped mid-sentence, unable to believe that Zoah would put something like this in a question, actually he should have known not to trust Zoah. He shot him a death glare while Zoah gave him a thumbs up in response. "You will pay for this, just you wait!" Van promised quietly.
"What a job-um?"
"Bachelorette #1: What job would you get to support… me in the future?"
"Like I'm like an Acacian Deva Dragoon, so like I already like have like a job."
"Bachelorette #2: What is one thing you like about me?"
"Your paint attack, when it accidentally splashed everyone in the party instead of the monsters, that was pretty funny."
"Bachelorette #3: What is one thing you like about me?"
"That small pink-um animal that you talk to all the time that makes weird noises. It taste yucky."
"You tried eating my piggy bank?" Van exclaimed, he couldn't help pointing his finger at the girl behind the curtain though she couldn't see him, instantly he began hugging his beloved piggy that was concealed in his pocket.
"WELL SO WHO DO YOU PICK?" Zoah asked, disturbed by the fourteen year olds behavior.
"Excuse me, but can't you see I'm having a moment here?" Van hugged his piggy bank tighter. After a moment or two, Van sighed. "Zoah, you do realize that none of them actually care for me. At least Serge had females that actually liked him."
"YEAH, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?" Zoah answered not to the satisfaction of Van.
"That's not true, Marcy and I have a crush on…." The voice of bachelorette #2 replied, before covering her at the last second as a swift kick sounding was heard as bachelorette #2 whelped in pain.
Van blinked, that was unexpected to said the least. He knew no way did the piggy eater have any understanding of what love was, as she was only six after all. But those two actually had a crush on him. The two immature brats of the group not to mention the only children.
"WOW, I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING THAT." Zoah announced as Van gave him a fierce dark look.
A small chuckle fell upon Van, he couldn't help but laugh. All this time he thought he would never have anyone liking him, and now.
"The bachelorette that I choose is… Mel." He said full of pride. It wasn't really love or anything of the sort. Unlike Serge with his choices, he hardly knew Marcy or Mel at all. So it was hard loving one of them when he hardly knew about any of them. Maybe in the future something would spark between one of them, he would just have to take it once step at a time. But he would just take this time to find out more about Mel.
The audience when wild with the happy ending, everyone clapping madly as Van began getting more embarrassed. Zoah smiled to himself, finally his show went off without a hitch. No crazy interruption this time around, though he did wonder about what or not he should market female cat fights killing one another for their loves, it was bound to do just as well.
"STARKY, TELL THE TWO LOVE BIRDS WHAT THEY WON."
"Wwweeelll, you lost a vacation prize package." The small alien announced. Zoah shook his head a little disappointed, good help was so hard to find these days.
"Wait, I thought we were going to get money?" A bewildered Van asked, while Zoah didn't like the look he was getting. "WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A CASH PRIZE? DID I FORGET TO MENTION THAT THIS SHOW DOESN'T AWARD CASH PRIZES, NOT THAT IT MATTERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE TO BE OVER EIGHTEEN TO WIN THE MONEY ANYWAYS!"
"Say what? That's it, you going down!" Van promised throwing himself on the giant, punching away at the host with no remorse, not caring if he wore armor or not. The first time he almost had a normal show, but nooo he had to invite the crazy piggy bank kid. He should have guess this would be happening.
"He's so strong." Mel replied dreamy as Zoah was launched into the air, landing in the audience. Van tried his best not to blush upon hearing the comment from Mel, but failed miserably at it. A second later, Zoah stood back on stage unharmed. "ISN'T THAT CUTE."
A figure emerged from the audience in pure anger. His face plastered beyond rage. His scrawny body was bruised and battered.
"How dare cha do that to me!" His voice quivering with anger. Zoah stood with his hands on his hips annoyed at the tanned red haired boy. "IF I DIDN'T TIE YOU UP KORCHA, YOU WOULD HAVE STORMED UP HERE ON SERGE'S TURN."
"But why did you beat me up, after tying me?" Korcha demanded shaking his fist.
"I COULDN'T HELP IT." Zoah answered innocentlytwiddling with his fingers. "And you cha! How dare cha do that to me in front of Kid!" His voice trailing off as he pulled out his fishing pole. "I'm going to spank cha so bad cha that you wouldn't think of doing anything like that again.
Before the overly jealously Korcha had a chance to strike Mel, a bottle of paint flew into his face blinding him with a deep black, only to be followed with every other color of the rainbow. A smile graced Van, as he followed up with his unwind piggy bank as it tackled him into the ground.
"GUARDS, REMOVE THIS CHICKEN MUTANT!" Zoah demanded looking at the corner of his eye to see the hero in a tight embrace from his damsel in distress. As the incompetent Solt and Peppor dragged the remains of Korcha off the stage. "HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS WON'T HAVE ANY CHICKEN CHILDREN EITHER, UNTIL NEXT TIME WE WILL HAVE LADY RIDDEL PICK HER LUCKY BACHELOR. SO LONG EVERYBODY."
Meanwhile in another place and another time
"Die, you blue haired freak!" A razor sharp sword impaled into the youth as the victor stood taunting.
"Why can't I beat you in Star Ocean?" Serge asked as his Fayt fell victim to Lynx's Albel. "Have you suffer enough?" Lynx smirked, as Serge continuously shook his head. He suffered three straight hours of getting his arse kicked by his nemesis at this silly thing called a Playstation 2, now he was ready to go back to the show.
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Hey Zoah, I said I'm sorry. I've just recently been able to write fan fictions again. I pledge that this evil story will be finished within the next month or so help me. I'm also aiming for the next chapter to be finished within a week or two, but don't hold me on that. The next chapter will be a lot better than this one if you didn't like it, the next one deals with Lady Riddel and the three bachelor choices of Karsh, Dario, and Glenn. Anyways review if anyone is still there.