Fist of the Pocket Siblings
The Bobobo gang only becomes more insane when they let two siblings named Vix and Nick tag along – these two use the Fist of the Pocket, and are both just about as insane as Bobobo. But evil is brewing. Can the gang prevail over evil and still have time to enjoy their vacation?
Bobobo doesn't belong to me. GOD I WISH IT DID! But Vix and Nick are completely mine. So is the Fist of the Pocket!
R+R please. We all live off of reviews! YOU KNOW IT! Also, I rewrote the summary. It might change again as things progress.
One last thing, for the next week I'm on vacation, and I won't be able to post anything. So this will be kind of like a double update! Chapter three up soon! Anyway...
ON WITH THE FIC!
Last time on Bobobo, the gang met two strange kids, a 12 year old girl named Vix and her brother, a 9 year old boy named Nick. These two are masters at the Fist of the Pocket, and Gasser in particular can't stand them. But could there be something dangerous about them? Read on my minion- er, readers!
Episode 2: Break into a hotel! Dinner, bed time, and danger? They're still acting like six year olds!
"Your stomach's just about as endless as your pockets!" Gasser shouted at Vix, who was stuffing her face. They had decided to have dinner at the hotel restaurant, and the two siblings hadn't settled down a bit.
Vix had already eaten three large hamburgers, and was currently eating her fourth. There were two empty bowls that had been stuffed with broccoli in front of her plate. The others had finished a few minutes ago.
Finally, after she finished off the last of the burger, she sighed, grinned, and said, "OKAY! TIME FOR DESSERT!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" Gasser screamed at her. She just blinked.
As the waiter laid the bill on the table, Beauty turned to the brother and sister.
"Hey, do you two have money in those pockets?"
"Um…yeah!" Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. Vix put thirty bucks on the table, and forced Nick to pay for everything else.
"This food was so expensive!" Don Patch whined.
"Blame her," Nick shouted, pointing at Vix.
"I WAS HUNGRY!" She snapped, as they got up from the table.
"Fine, whatever! Sheesh." Nick somehow managed to pull a skateboard from his pocket and began to grind on the tables.
"Nick, what are you doing!" Vix screamed at him, and for once, Gasser thought she wouldn't act like her brother. But of course, she had to. She pulled a bike from her pocket, and began to jump from table to table.
The two both crashed into a wall, in the process freaking out a waitress and scaring away most of the customers.
As the others wandered up to see if the two were all right, they found an odd sight. Vix was practically in tears.
"No! NO NOT THAT!"
Nick was holding a small square remote with a red button on it. Vix was whimpering madly.
"COME ON! I HATE THE RED BUTTON!" She shrieked, tackling him. Nick just pressed the button, and suddenly the bike and skateboard disappeared, the tables were no longer messed up, and the plates they had broken were whole once more.
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!" Beauty screamed, eyes bulging.
"We call it the red button," Nick explained while Vix ran off to sulk. "Our parents gave it to us. It fixes everything we mess up. She doesn't like it."
"I can see that," Beauty replied.
"Can I have one?" Gasser moaned. Nick just grinned at him.
"YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY! YAY!" He screamed, and ran off in the direction Vix had went.
"Hey, Bobobo, why'd we let them come with us?" Gasser complained. Beauty agreed, though she wasn't as annoyed with them as Gasser seemed to be.
"They're Wiggin Specialists. We need as many as we can find to stop the greatest evil."
"WHAT GREATEST EVIL!" Beauty screamed at him.
"Oh, the narrator hasn't explained yet? It was in the script."
"NO."
Ehehehe…sorry!
"Okay then. EXPLAIN OR I'LL TELL THE AUTHOR YOUR LITTLE SECRET!" Bobobo shouted.
Ummm….okay! Fine! Whatever you say!
Unbeknownst to our heroes, there is some...evil..guy...SORRY! I FORGOT MY SCRIPT!
The scene switches to a dark room. A teen, around 13, is sitting in a chair, his face hidden by the darkness. "The time grows short. Make your move…" He whispers evilly.
What time? What move? Could there be something dangerous about the two siblings? And most importantly, will Bobobo ever get over the loss of his dearest friend?
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" Beauty screamed.
Oh, sorry, wrong script.
"ALL RIGHT, BACK TO THE HOTEL!" Vix shrieked, marching back to the group.
"Who died and made you leader?" Gasser questioned.
"YOU DID! MUAHAHAHAHA!" She began to laugh maniacally until Nick put duct tape over her mouth.
"Thank god," The silver-haired teen whispered.
"Can we just go back to the hotel? Jelly Jiggler will be waiting for us!" Beauty pointed out. The gelatin man had stayed behind, trying to convince the manager to let him be served in the food court.
In the manager's office…
"FOR THE LAST TIME, NO YOU FREAK!"
Poor Jelly. Now back to your original programming.
"Yeah, Beauty's right," Don Patch agreed.
"Okay then, let's go!" Somehow Vix had managed to get the duct tape off of her mouth, much to the displeasure of Gasser.
An hour later, we find our gang waiting in the lobby. Obviously Jelly Jiggler had decided he wouldn't take no for an answer and had ended up being kicked out of the hotel. But luckily for the others, he never said he was staying with them.
Vix and Nick had asked to help Jelly Jiggler set up a make-shift tent outside, and the others were currently waiting for them to return.
"I wonder why it takes so long just to set up a tent," Don Patch complained.
Gasser just sighed, "I'm just glad we don't have to put up with them. They're both really strange."
"You can't blame them," Beauty pointed out. "I kind of like them. If they were less insane, you might like them."
"Yeah, how are we supposed to settle down two hyper kids?"
"We use butter!" Bobobo shouted suddenly, dropping a stick of melting butter on Don Patch's head.
Don Patch immediately began to run in circles screaming bloody murder. It was then that Vix and Nick both appeared at the hotel entrance.
"All done!" Nick shouted happily.
Meanwhile...
"GET ME DOWN FROM THIS TREE!" Jelly Jiggler screamed at the top of his lungs, squirming under the restraints of the rope.
"Finally," Don Patch shouted back.
Suddenly the group heard a crack, and a circular piece of glass came falling from the skylight roof of the hotel. And unfortunately for her, it landed flat on Vix's head.
"Thank the lord," Gasser whispered.
"WHO DID THAT!" She screeched, eye twitching. Gasser's last statement was soon forgotten in a sudden outburst of fear.
"Okay, you want to mess with me!" Vix screamed, pulling a huge wooden spoon out of her pocket.
She threw the spoon at the roof, and moments later Dengakuman came falling toward the floor, screaming for dear life.
"MOMMY!" He wailed loudly as he hit the ground. His fear increased when Vix marched over to him, eyes twitching.
"What was that for?" She snapped, slamming the spoon down hard on his head, which left a large dent.
"I should be asking you that!" He whimpered.
"Vix, you need to relax," Beauty said, trying to calm the 12 year old down.
The girl let out an aggravated sigh, then turned around, putting the spoon back in her pocket.
"Okay, to our rooms. Hey, wanna know something funny?" Nick shouted. "Our rooms are all right next to each other! All of them!"
"NO!"
"What is it, Gas-Can?" Beauty questioned.
"Um...no, I thought the manager said we were on the sixth floor?"
"There are only five floors."
"Um...no there aren't...?"
"Are you feeling all right? Maybe you should get some rest..."
"No, I'm fine..."
"Why the heck you were up there?" Vix snapped at Dengakuman.
"I was breaking in!"
"WHY WERE YOU BREAKING INTO A HOTEL?" Amazingly enough, this came from Vix.
"Because. I was bored."
"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT BECAUSE YOU WERE BORED!" Again from Vix. Now Gasser is becoming amazed.
"Can we stop with the screaming?" Beauty questioned. And even the narrator begins to question the meaning of life itself.
"MY HEAD STILL HURTS!" Vix shrieked suddenly, clutching her head as if it was about to explode and beginning to roll about on the floor.
Well, that didn't last very long, Gasser thought.
"OKAY! BED TIME!" Nick shouted, and pulled adart gunout of his pocket.
"I SAID BED TIME YOU LAZY BUMS!" This time he was screaming at the top of his lungs, and he rapidly began to shoot at Dengakuman with the dart gun, causing some screams and gawks to come from Beauty.
"BED TIME! YAY!" The boy began to squeal and ran toward the elevator, his older sister following him. Though she didn't seem like an older sibling at the moment.
She was screaming something about scissors as they hopped into the elevator, and to no one's surprise, stopped at every floor until they got to the fourth, their floor.
"I can't wait until we somehow find their parents," Gasser moaned.
"I somehow doubt they'll want them back," Beauty pointed out.
"Serious case of ADHD," Gasser replied. Their conversation soon ended as Bobobo and Don Patch suddenly appeared in school girl outfits and ran to the elevator. With a sigh, the two walked toward the elevator themselves.
As soon as they got to the top floor, they met an odd si-
"How many times are you going to say that?" Beauty screamed.
As many as I want. HMMPH. They met an odd sight – Nick was hanging onto the ledge with only his hands. And Vix was screaming like a helpless toddler.
Not unusual.
After helping Nick back up and coming to the conclusion he would never talk about "his moment of horror" ever again, the groups all made room arrangements.
In Bobobo's condo, they were all lucky enough to each get a room to themselves. The two siblings were even luckier. They got their own rooms, a game room, a "chilling" room, and a kitchen. Bobobo's group had those things, but most were being occupied by someone now.
"Okay, night you two!" Beauty called from their door. Vix nodded, and both doors slammed shut.
It's that same dark room. The teen is sitting in the chair, face hidden, absentmindedly. Suddenly, a shadowed face appears on a large screen in front of him. The face of this new foe is revealed in the television's light. He has long brown bangs, hazel eyes, and is wearing a completely black vest and baggy pants. Around his neck is a strange pendant with a small red orb hanging from it.
A smile formed on his face as he tilted his head to the other side and snapped, "Do you have news?"
The person on the screen's face is still hidden, but their voice seems all too familiar. "They're all set up for our plan."
"Has the first victim been eliminated?"
"I'm taking care of that right now."
I NEED MORE LINES! Oh, we're on? ... Oh. Um...you never heard that. Now then...What plan? What victim? And could that possibly be who we all think it is talking to this strange boy?
Tune in next time!
MUAHAHAHAHA. I will not tell you who it is...xD I tried to make it longer...And if I've got a good sense of quality this chapter was better than the last one...
TEH PWNSOME VIX
