Video Game Village

By: Metal Sonic EX

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the storyline. That's mine. Hands off! Don't make me get the Lysol!

Time for the next chapter and I have good news: no boring introductory statements! On with the fanfic!

Chapter III

Too Many Friendly Neighbors

Three days had passed since Spot came to Video Game Village. Spot woke up one morning and looked outside. Man, it's all beautiful day. I wonder what I'll… Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. He glanced at the clock. 12;25 Wow! I slept in later than I thought. Spot began to make his way to the front door.

Meanwhile, outside Spot's house, Tifa, Wakka, and Sephiroth were standing on the porch. "I'm telling you, he's not here." Tifa scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Sephiroth. See? That's probably him now." Spot opened the door and immediately noticed Wakka looking at Sephiroth weird. "Is he okay?" Tifa and Sephiroth looked at Wakka and he took a step away from Sephiroth. "Oh, him. He's fine. Just been acting weird since I threatened to kill him." Spot just looked at Sephiroth. Okay…

Tifa broke the silence. "Anyways, we made this for you. Consider it our 'welcome to Video Game Village' gift." Tifa held up a dish of brownies. "Huh? "Oh, thank you." Spot accepted the gift. "And one more thing…" Tifa perked up. 'Yes?" Spot pointed to the empty spaces of air where Wakka and Sephiroth once were. "They're gone." Tifa started and looked down the street. Lo and behold, Wakka was running and screaming bloody murder, while Sephiroth was chasing him, while swinging his blade like a madman. Odd thing is, looking back on this day, Spot could've sworn that Sephiroth was yelling the lyrics to One Winged Angel.

"Oh my god! Thanks, newbie! Gotta go! Bye!' and Tifa took off like Sonic. "Bye, Tifa!" Spot called to her. Once inside, he put the brownies on the counter and he heard another knock at the door. "Hello? What's this?" When opened the door again, Sonic and a pink hedgehog were standing there. Sonic was looking in the direction that Tifa had run. "Hi, Spot. Listen. "Do you know why Sephiroth is chasing Wakka?" Spot shrugged. "All I know is that Sephiroth threatened to kill Wakka for something." Sonic shook his head. "Whatever. "In case you're wondering, this is Amy." Amy extended her hand. "Hi, I'm…" Spot shook Amy's hand when Sonic interrupted. "And no, Amy. You're not my girlfriend. You're just someone I have the unfortunate experience of living with."

Spot chuckled and Amy turned her head. "You will be someday." Sonic sighed. "Anyways, Amy wanted to…" Amy interrupted and held up a fruit basket. "I wanted to give you this." Spot once again raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Uh, thanks." Amy smiled. "No problem." Sonic leaned his head in. "You go on ahead. I'll catch in a few seconds." Amy nodded. "OK. Bye, Spot." Spot slowly raised his hand up. 'Bye." He then turned to Sonic. "Give me a sec." He ran back in his house and put the basket next to Tifa's brownies.

"Hey, Spot, listen. I know that you're probably going to have this happen a lot today. I wasn't going to come, but Amy forced me to. I just thought I'd give you that information." Spot looked surprised, "Then, why did you come?" Sonic looked around nervously. "Have you seen the size of her hammer?" Spot shook his head. "It's huge! That thing could take your head off with a single whack!" Spot whistled. "Oh, yeah. One more thing. The Pac-family wanted me to take you to see them today. Just stop by my place when you're ready, okay?" Spot nodded. "Thanks for the info, Sonic." Sonic shrugged, then ran off. "See ya."

Spot had just closed his door when he heard another knock at his door. Spot tensed up when he remembered what Sonic had just said. I know that you're probably going to have this happen a lot today … "Oh, joy." Spot undid the lock and, ever-so-slowly, opened his door. When he opened it enough to peek his head out, the door was thrown back and Spot got hit with a tidal wave of fruit baskets, cookies, you name it. Spot couldn't see amongst all of the packages, but when cries of 'Hi, newbie!' and 'Welcome to Video Game Village, new guy!' rang out, Spot figured that at least of half of Video Game Village was on his porch. He couldn't move that well, so he stuck a hand out of the top of the pile and waved. He also gave a muffled, "Thanks, guys."

It had been an hour or two when he crawled out of the pile and begun to put the food away. There was so much of it, he wouldn't have to go shopping for a while. He had even found a paper bag with dog poop in it in the pile. He figured that Mario had thought that he had something to do with the little incident with the tennis ball, so he had left a little present for him. When he was done, he looked at the clock. 2:35… Wow! Sonic was right. I did have this happen to me a lot. Spot shrugged, then remembered the Pac-family's invitation. So, Spot locked his house, left a note saying to leave any gifts for him on the porch, and left for Sonic's house.

When he arrived, a black hedgehog similar to Sonic let him in and hollered, "Sonic! Newbie's here!" He then strolled over to the fridge and poked his head inside. "Did you want anything?" Spot noticed a boy dressed as a chicken sitting at the kitchen table. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." The hedgehog shrugged. "Have it your way." It's about this time that the hedgehog, whom you should already know as Shadow, noticed a half-finished glass of chocolate milk. Shadow loves chocolate milk. I don't remember this. Oh, well… He took the glass to the table and shut the fridge with his foot. "Hi, I'm Billy Hatcher. You must be Spot." Spot chuckled and took the extended hand in his own. "I see my reputation follows me." Shadow smirked.

"So, anyways, like I was saying, Area 51 is where the government keeps the aliens. No has been in there except the government and me. I snuck in at night and talked to ET." Billy seemed amazed, but Spot just sweatdropped. "That's the honest-to-God truth." Shadow took the glass of chocolate milk and took a drink. His eyes almost immediately bulged from his head and he spit the liquid onto the carpet. "WHAT THE HELL! THIS ISN'T CHOCOLATE MILK!" The two just looked at Shadow until Spot reached forward. "May I?" Shadow wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and extended the glass forward. "Be my guest." Spot took the glass, stuck a finger into it, and took a taste. 'Hmmm… It tastes like barbecue sauce, water, and…" He took another taste. "some pepper for flavor." Shadow just stared at Spot, then he threw his head back and screamed, "SONIC!"

Sonic walked down the stairs, laughing his head off. "I told you I'd get you back for having Hatcher throw an egg at me." Billy, in the meantime, was rolling around on the floor, laughing his head off as well. "Ready to go, Spot?" Spot nodded. "Oh, no you don't!" Shadow stood up and walked up to Sonic, putting his face right into Sonic's. "This means war!" Then Shadow stomped off, leaving behind a confused Spot, a smiling Sonic, and a poor Billy Hatcher, dying of laughter.

"Let me guess," Spot put the glass on the table, being sure not to step on Billy. "the idea of making his fecal matter float through town didn't work?" Sonic and Spot walked out of the house and began making their way towards the Pac-family's house. "No, I just figured that if anyone found out that I had been behind it, it would be like Frankenstein all over again." Spot nodded. "I see what you mean…"

Shortly, they arrived at a small, teapot-shaped house. "Here we are." Sonic then waved to the yellow ball with legs that is Pac-Man. He ran down and let the two through the gate. "Hi, you're Spot, right?" Spot shook hands with the famous yellow ball. "That's me, and I'd just like to say that…" Pac-Man began laughing. "You'd just like to say that it's an honor to meet my presence, right?" Spot Smiled. "I take it that you get this often?" Pac-Man nodded. "Often my butt. It's more like every second. I'll be walking down the street and half a dozen people will ambush me." Spot shrugged. "the life of celebrity. I know how feels." The three began to walk back towards the house. "You do?" Spot nodded. "Yep. Have any of you ever heard of Spot Goes to Hollywood…

The group of friends sat down in lawn chairs Mrs. Pac-Man had set up. Pac-Baby was sitting now too far from them playing with building blocks. Junior in the back practicing a song on his electric guitar.

"So, tell us more about yourself."

"Well, I'm the mascot of 7-up."

"…"

"You are?"

"Yep, ever look on a can of it? I'm right between the seven and the up."

Sonic thought about a bottle of 7-up. Sure enough, there he was. Add some legs, some arms, a mouth, and sunglasses, and you'd have Spot. "Hey, yeah. You're right." Spot chuckled. "That's not exactly what I meant. What I meant was tell us about you in your games." Spot sweatdropped. "Sorry. Well, in Spot Goes to Hollywood, there are three stages in a level. Whatever level you beat, that drawing gets colored in. My only attack is…" Spot blushed, but you couldn't see it that well because he was already red. "Go on." Mrs. Pac-Man urged. Spot gave a nervous laugh. "My only attack is throwing balls of 7-up at my enemies." Everyone just remained silently and Pac-Man sweatdropped. "Talk about self advertising." Spot chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I didn't really get why they couldn't give me something like a baseball bat or something.

They carried on the conversation for hours, each person taking turns talking about themselves or their games. The sun was setting when they were getting ready to leave. "Well, it's been a pleasure speaking with you, Mr. and Mrs. Pac-Man." Pac-Man shook Spot's hand. "No problem. Anytime you feel like chatting, just come over, okay?" Spot nodded. "It was nice seeing you too, Sonic." Sonic gave a nod, they said their good-byes, and the two started walking home.

"Did you want me to walk you home? I mean, you do live pretty close to the bad side of town." Spot shook his head and Sonic shrugged. "Okay, have it your way. See ya." Before Spot got a catch to say bye, Sonic ran of towards his house, leaving Spot there with his mouth half open.

Spot shrugged it off and left for his house as well.

Behind him, Wakka came running out of nowhere. But this time, it wasn't just Sephiroth he was running from. It was Sephiroth driving a tank! He was laughing like a madman and listening to A One Winged Angel at the same time. Then, Tifa came out of nowhere and continued her pursuit of the tank.

When Spot got home, he was ready for bed, but there was one thing he still had to do. In the dead of night one night, he had snuck in with his most prized possession and stuffed it in a room that he had discovered. He went into his room, glanced around nervously, and slid open a panel in the back of his closet. Inside, he flipped on a light and removed the tarp. 'Hello, my old friend. Don't worry. No one's going to take me away from you." He jumped up on the seat and being acting like he was driving but soon gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep.

Well, that's another chapter that's done and over with. And for those of you who are wondering why there were no introductory statements, it's quite simple actually. TIME FOR POINTLESS QUESTIONS!

What is Spot's most prized possession?

What does Shadow have in store for Sonic?

What will become of Wakka?

What will become of Sephiroth when Tifa catches him?

Where did Sephiroth get the tank in the first place?

Why do I insist on doing annoying stuff like this?

And, why is Spot's only attack throwing 7-up at people?

Well, I don't most of that stuff, but I do know this: tune in next time when The Plot Thickens………

Sonic: Oh, I'm dying! The suspense is killing me!

Metal Sonic EX: Oh, something's killing you, all right! And it's not the suspense! -summons up evil monkeys to come and throw poo at Sonic-

Sonic: ACK! The smell! It's horrible! -dies- X(

Metal Sonic EX: Read and Review or I shall send giant parasites to eat your brains!