A Dark Cloud 2 Fanfic
Chapter 1: Our Newest Beginning----By The Several
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The Several: Whooo! Finally, because of the school year-end, I can continue to write more DC2 fanfics! Hooray for me! Unfortunately, this won't last long because I have to work soon. Hopefully, I'll be able to write and update in a decent period of time.
Actually, I was supposed to release this four days ago, but there was an error that didn't let me upload the data. Finally, now it is fixed!
And about this fanfic: I guess it could be considered as a direct sequel to my other one, Our Destiny Alone since it will have the new train Blackstone Ragna, and a few other spoilers. If you haven't read ODA, then you might want to read that first before I continue.
If you are going to continue reading anyway, then I was going to say that Daniele (Monica's great great great grandmother) and Lubos (Monica's great x3 grandfather) are going to be here too. Plus, a new character mentioned in the summary.
Anyway, let's get this story started:
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Cedric, Max's mechanical mentor, was working hard on the new upgrades on his mechanical marvel, Steve. He had been spending all week telling everyone that his newest modification will beat every previous invention he had ever done before.
During Max and Monica's "Welcome Home and Saved the World Again" celebration party a few weeks ago, it was in all of the topics he had been discussing with his buddies.
Although no one had doubted his mechanical genius, no one could believe it could top his previous one – the Blackstone Ragna, a flying train. To Cedric, it was pretty understandable that everyone believed a flying train takes all cakes, but he was absolutely certain this latest one would outdo every invention the world will ever make.
Well, until he says it again on his NEXT invention, anyway.
That was typical of Cedric anyway. His latest invention will always either be in the same rank, or will outdo his previous work. That was the mind of an inventor.
Cedric worked his way up to his roof to gather a few parts he completely forgot that he was working on a few months ago. Again, the mind of an inventor: the loss of flair for one invention for another. As Cedric picked the parts from the crevasses of his roof, a flicker of hard snow falls onto his head that was big enough for him to feel. It was small, but it was noticable.
Snow is an eventful time in Palm Brinks, and the mere sight of it brings joy to all the children Max's age or below. Heck, Max's childishness was comparable to the smallest of children, so that was definitely an understatement.
But Cedric instead picked the snowdrop from his head, and crushed its crystal form on his hand, giving a serious face as the snow melted into his gloves. It wasn't because he was angry at the existence of snow, but rather for another particular reason.
"It sure is weird weather for summer…" Cedric commented ominously, looking at the sky as the black snow fell to the rooftops of Palm Brinks.
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Monica and Max were inside Max's mansion the whole day, ignorant of the events outside. Since the events of the Enders, the Dark beings they fought, and the celebration after all that, the events forwarding had been pretty normal for kids their age. One would agree that fighting evil and risking their lives would only make children their age lose more of their childhood than needed.
But Monica, the proud warrior that she was, although had no love for violence or the like, felt that she needed excitement. She was afraid to admit it, but she enjoyed the thrill of battle, lethal or not. Sparring with Max was okay, but it would be more exciting if he actually beat her once in a while.
Max on the other hand liked the quiet lifestyle. Although because of his inner child and naïve pacificism, he would always be at the end of Monica's constant torture to him, teasing him like siblings do to each other (except that theirs was one-sided; only Monica actually teased). This brought a sigh of relief to everyone that they, in fact, are still kids – and like little kids they shall act.
"MAAAAXXX! I'M LOST AGAAAAIN!" Monica shouted through the halls of Max's insanely large mansion.
She had been living with him since she came to his time period, much to the disagreement of Max's dad – as well as many of Max's admirers. Leaving two children in the same house alone didn't really bring appropriate thoughts from the townsfolk – which Monica would dismiss with a wave of her angry fist, while Max would dismiss it by being really, really dense (translation: he didn't get it). Although she had been living with him for months since she arrived in Max's time from her own, she still could not remember her way through every nook and cranny of Max's humble home. This was an understandable fact, since Max's house was the size of an adult whale squared (as in the mathematical term, not making the whale all box-y like a cube).
At one time, Max had thought of putting communication machines around the house where Monica could speak to and Max could just relay the directions to her.
The problem was, that it wasn't invented yet.
The ridiculousness of this was obvious to Max, since even though they had fighting robots and flying trains, a complicated system of intercoms were lost to them.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Ready or not, here I come!" Max shouted joyfully to wherever Monica was in the house. To him, the search for Monicawas more or less a game of hide and seek. Max too was bored by the adventureless life of an average child, but technically anything could brighten him in no time. A simple but efficient way of thinking.
Monica on the other hand, would not wait for Max to come and look for her. She was getting impatient, as always, that Max would drag out this search with an imaginary game.
"That's it! Next time Max installs a bathroom in this house, I'm making sure they're NOT all on the same wing!" Monica said, stomping to the direction of the nearest window. "Like I always say: if you can't find a door, go through the window."
But after taking a few steps forward, Monica suddenly felt a sharp pain inside her. "W… What's happening? M-Max…"
When Max found the room where she was, he finds her lying on the ground, a rain of sweat sweeping her body.
"Monica! Monica! Are you alright? Monica!"
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Even in the strange black-snowed weather that was sweeping through the world, Max brought Monica to different doctors around the area, but to no avail. Monica's strange ailment was new to every practitioner of medicine in the world, and therefore had no way to devise a cure. The whole town was in an uproar about Monica's severe illness, hoping that someone from somewhere would give them a clue what it was – and how it could be cured.
A few days later, that miracle from somewhere came to Max's house in a form he did not expect.
"Sorry I'm late! The weatheroutside is pretty darn weird... Black snow everywhere..." Donny commented loudly, shaking the black crystals off his coat. "This black snow isn't cold, but it's really botherin' me..."
"Donny? What are you doing here?" Max said surprised, expecting another doctor.
"What does it look like? I think I gotta answer to yer probl'm!"
"You do?" Max said in a hopeful voice. "Then please… tell me!"
"Okay, okay! Calm down!" Donny said waving, gesturing him to sit. After Max had calmed down, Donny got to the point.
"I don't know what it's called in her time, but I call it ChronoPulsation," Donny explains. "I've been doing a lot of research and experiments since Griffo—er, Sirus, and I found out that this sickness is fluctuated in a body that has been out of the normal time anomaly when the original space is capacitated in a form or manner that sends it out of the chronic continuum of existence."
After that, Max was more confused than ever. "In English?"
"It's like this basically," Donny said, trying to slow down. He then sighed, and summarized everything he said in one sentence:
"…Max, her time has been erased... and soon, the same will happen to her."
To be continued….
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NEXT CHAPTER: Two familiar friends from the future come to Max's time in order to cure Monica from the deadly time sickness. Unfortunately, this reunion is cut short when all time collapses into each other, and the world is yet again threatened by an anomaly of existence.
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The Several: I hope to update real soon! Please R&R!