Chapter Core: Norman
Chris rubbed his eyes in anguish as the sand stun his ducts. Dale continued to sneer and then socked Chris in the gut, following up with the meatiest of drop kicks.
"Money ain't everything, kid," said Dale in a cruel taunting manner. He then hoisted Chris up into the air and brought him back down on his knee.
"SONIC!" Chris screamed, trying so hard to weep, but to no avail.
"If you can't cry, then why not fight like a man?" Dale snickered as he swung Chris around like Bowser from SM64. He totally romhacked the ever-living toad out of the young billionaire. Chris didn't even see the spiky bomb in the corner between the twin bakeries.
KABLAM!
"CHRIS!" Mighty cried.
The silhouette of Dale danced among the flames like a devil of pocket-sand. He marched over to the explosion site, ready to deliver more catastrophe to the Chrissy Boy.
* "Just Got Wicked" starts playing *
"Man, is today my lucky day…" said Dale, approaching the dried-up crybaby. "Today Eggtitan rules the land and I get to finally take down the heir of the Thorndyke clan…"
Chris winced and struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. He could only feel the smoke in the air about him. It was like being human bacon, and not the Kevin kind from Footloose.
"So, you still have a bit of fight left in ya, eh?" Dale snarled rudely. He flexed his nose so that his glasses did a cool flip, revealing the laser pistol implanted in his right eye socket.
Before Chris had any time to react, Dale fired the laser and the entire street corner was decimated.
Mighty could only watch the destruction in pure terror.
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