POOF! Me and Master Hand arrived to our destination.
Happy Mask Salesman's Shop.
"You teleported us to a dump?" asked a disorientated Master Hand as he got himself off the ground.
"No." I sneered at him while adjusting my purse. "I just figured we should finally get the Smashers I sent to Termina out of there before we go to the Mansion. Ya know, tie up loose ends for a change." I shrugged, knowing it was too late to justify why I left them here at the shop for half a year.
"'Finally' is the perfect word for that." Master Hand interjects as he began to float about, judging the place. "So who's dump are we at? Tingles?"
I groaned. "We're at HMS's store."
"Howdy Master Splinter Store?"
"No! Gosh! How can you be as stupid as you look?" I snapped to the glove. I then smacked him with the back of my hand. "HMS stands for Happy Mask Salesman. Gosh." I rolled my eyes, even though I was aware it was perfectly normal not to know who that was. I was still all fired up by the water slide thing, so it felt good to have something and one to be upset at.
Master hand could sense this, so he tried not make a big deal about it. "Oh, yeah. I would of guessed that eventually." He replied. "I just didn't think HMS's shop would resemble a empty dump."
I raised a eyebrow and looked around. I immediately understood what he meant.
The place was cleaned out in the messiest way possible, if that makes any sense. All the merchandise that use to take up the walls and creep everyone out was gone. Signs and curtains were gone. Not only was the cash register gone, but the whole check out area was vacant. What replaced everything was trash. Plastic mask covers, old boxes, pieces of crumbled up paper; trash of all kinds cluttered the place and gathered dust. There was even a corner in the back that was all blacked out, like someone started a fire there but then thought better of it and put it out.
In short, the place actually looked worst than my room.
I was in awe of the clutteriness. "What happened here?" I thought out loud as I walked around.
Master Hand made a gesture that suggested he was mentally rolling his eyes. "Gee, how would you know?" he asked in disinterest. "Besides the fact YOU'RE WRITING THIS."
"Now, now." I lift my hand to signal him to stop. "Let's not make this anymore confusing than this already is. And furthermore, I got to give the audience something to read. The least I can do is make this interesting by pleading ignorance." I shake my head like I'm talking to a child. "Sheesh, Master Hand, after thirty chapters I thought you would've got with it by now."
He was about to make a comment about that too, but stopped himself. Instead, he came up with another snarky remark: "Well, I'm surprised you're not making a some big deal right now, considering this is the thirtieth chapter."
"...Not counting the April Fools Day chapter." I told him as I picked through junk boxes.
"...Not counting the April Fools Day chapter, of course." said Master Hand. "Still, knowing you..."
"Yeah, you got a point." I agreed as I dug through a pile of garbage. "How about, for the occasion, I have HMS reappear one more time?"
I motion to the pile I was going through, revealing the Happy Mask Salesman (who was not looking very happy at the moment) sitting in it, trying to keep warm under a bunch of old newspapers. HMS yelped when he saw me, then ran to another pile of trash across the room. "Oh, I've missed you, too." I called out to him.
"Oh, heck no!" yelled Master Hand as he ducked behind a beat-up display case. "I mean, yeah, I guess that's good enough of a event. But, no! No, don't make us suffer! Keep than monstrosity of a man away from me! I don't want to become a fire pit!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm way a head of you." I yell back at Master Hand as I whip out my New 3DS from my backpack and walk towards where HMS ran off to.
I pull out my stylus (Can I just say that the stylus for this version of the 3DS is fantastic. It NEVER falls out and I love it.) and open the portable. I'm greeted with the glow of the typing screen that practically beckoned me to abuse it's power. I limit myself typing in one thing this time: The first weapon that came to mind. The 3DS glowed like a star and rattled. The light floated away from the game and formed the shape of a poll. Suddenly, the light went dim and out of it dropped a important looking scepter. I snatched it from the ground and held it over my shoulder.
Master Hand looked over the display case and gasped. "Is that-"
"It is!" I exclaimed as I used the weapon to shoot a flash of destruction towards the pile of garbage HMS fled to. The crazy in question yelped and jumped out of the way just in time. The trash was destroyed and HMS was shocked by it. He began running towards the back room.
"That usually works..." I looked the scepter over, then shrug. "Oh, well. A good chase-fight is always fun."
I shoot another shot at him and missed just by a inch. HMS jumped back, ran the opposite direction and ducks behind the same display case Master Hand was hiding behind. Master Hand screamed like a pregnant women at the sight of the salesman. HMS then got upright and tried to cause the glove to light of fire, but before he could Master Hand got over his shock. He picked HMS up and threw him across the room. HMS landed in against a wall, cornered. I smiled at the trapped fool and headed towards him.
"Nice throw." I called out to the glove as I walked.
"Thanks!" Master Hand said back. "I played baseball back in junior high. Was the star pitcher."
"Never would've guessed," I joked as I aimed towards Happy Mask Salesman.
Being corners, all HMS could do was curl up in a ball and cover him eyes as he braced himself for my fury. I walked slowly towards him, enjoying my power march. HMS could tell I did. He shut his eyes tighter and whispered his thoughts out loud: "Why? Why me? -Besides the obvious reason. And why this way? by the hands of the same person who forced me into this situation? Please, just let it be quick. Don't make me suffer even more than I already have. Why me? I know I've just been waiting for the pain to end, but why this way? Why?..." He began to whimper in silence.
"Um... Ants? Can you quit telling the audience about that creep's inner pain? It's really bring me down." Master Hand asked as he got out from behind the display case.
"Relax." I answer back as I lowered my weapon. "I'm just doing it so I can give him a redemption arc in the next chapter."
"WHAT?" Master Hand blew up. "Why would you give THAT JERK a redemption?"
"Because I can. Now zip it; I'm closing the chapter."
The first person to guess who was the original owner of the weapon I spawned out of my 3DS will get a shout-out in the next chapter and I'll review two of their stories! Here's your hint: The douche was in Chapter Eighteen. Good luck!
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