Chapter 47- A Random BEAT DOWN!
"I think we have to take care of this first." Cassandra takes a step back as the Marowak spirit brandishes her weapon for another fight.
"No problem. There is actually a glitch that allows you to move on by using a Poke Doll. You run from the fight, but the game can't tell the difference between that and winning." Missingno lobs an object at the spirit.
She catches it while glaring at him. She looks at what she caught, and her gaze softens. It is a Cubone doll, smiling at her. She drops her bone club and hugs it tightly. Tears flow down her face as she cries out.
Missingno kneels down and places a hand on her head. "I know that losing someone can be painful, but your son does not want you to beat yourself up for this. Take it from me." He smiles. "He wants you to be happy."
The Marowak spirit floats up, fading away even more. It gives a small wave as it moves on to the afterlife.
Missingno jumps up. "Wait! I never got that Poke Doll back! Mr. Fuji is going to be so mad…"
"Did you steal that from Mr. Fuji?"
"No… I just procured it through sneaky and unseen movements."
"Still a definition of 'steal'."
"Onward!" Missingno points as he heads up the stairs.
Cassandra shakes her head as she follows a few steps behind him. "What was that back there, anyways?"
"Made a lot more sense than attacking her until she moved on for some reason. Plus, she deserved to leave happily."
"No, not that. Even though that was really nice, I'm talking about before that."
"Oh, ExtremeSpeed?... You'll understand it next gen." He waves her off as they continue to climb. They soon reach the top of the stairs, where the gas is covering the floor again.
Cassandra grabs Missingno's arm. "Th… that's poisonous gas, right?"
He puts a hand on her shaking shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll take care of this." He laughs. "And he combined with his Koffing, remember? Despite being completely filled with the stuff, it can't learn the move Poison Gas. Even though Drowzee and Hypno can."
He turns toward the dark hallway and walks a small ways through the gas. "Time to put a little more light on this situation." He sets up a rigid Missingno nearby. He presses the button on the new Missingno's forehead, flooding the area with light.
At the end of the hallway, the Tower King sits on his throne, although the seat has cracks all over it. The King cackles as it twirls the javelin between its blue, bone fingers. "Interesting way to counteract my troops."
Missingno glares at him. "You accidentally said 'troops' instead of 'slaves'."
The Tower King throws the javelin into the ground, a small ways off. It gets up and meets his glare with its large eye. The ghost pupil grows larger as its jawbone shifts to the side. "You want to fight!? Fine! I'll destroy you!" It walks quickly across the floor, gas still spilling from his mouth.
Missingno scoffs. "The word 'fight' would imply that you have some sort of chance." He slowly approaches to meet the Tower King. The two stare at each other for a short while, Missingno smiling and the King grinding its teeth back and forth.
Enemy Tower King used Smog!
The Tower King leans back, and its ribs expand. A cloud of gas forms within the rib cage, ready to burst out. It rocks forward, a massive amount of gas erupting from its mouth. The stream completely covers Missingno, dividing him from the others.
Cassandra jumps back, but the gas hits against another invisible barrier right by the stairs. "Missingno! You can't lose this fight!"
"Why does everyone keep considering this a fight?" From inside the poison stream, a fist emerges and hits the Tower King in the chest. It slides back a couple feet, but is generally unharmed.
As the gas falls to the floor, Missingno emerges completely fine. "As I said, you don't have a chance."
The Tower King cackles. "Very impressive. But just because you can be fine after that, doesn't mean you have anything you can do against me!"
Missingno smirks. "Wanna bet?"
Missingno used Light Screen!
Cassandra raises an eyebrow as a shining purple barrier appears right in front of her.
The skeleton continues its raspy laughter. "Light Screen is usually most effective when between the two of us. Why did you separate your friend from us? My attacks can't seem to reach her there, and you don't have weapons like her."
"Both of those are true, but my attacks aren't friendly fire proof. Besides, you are misunderstanding something." He smiles. "In normal stories, you have to previously talk about something in order to use it. People get confused when someone pulls a gun off a mantle that they didn't know was there. I find it fun to use that type of writing,-" He leans forward against the nearby sign. "-but with my ability to glitch reality, I can create whatever I want." He pulls out a box of matches in one hand, and a single match in the other. In one fluid motion, he lights the match and drops it.
The Tower King's pupil grows as the match reaches the gas all along the floor. The moment it touches, the flame lights the gas, causing a chain reaction. The compacted gas in the King's chest explodes, throwing it back through the Granite Throne, shattering the chair. The skeleton hits the back wall, and struggles to get up with its heavily damaged bones.
Missingno steps over the remains of the broken throne as they glitch out of existence. He chuckles stiffly as he approaches his foe. "Why is it that whenever we find another old shadow of mine, it ends up scaring Cassandra?"
The Tower King cackles sporadically. "You were right. This was no 'fight'."
Missingno raises a sword and glares at the ghost pupil of its eye. "Yeah." He slashes it down the middle, and after a bout of fuzzing, it disappears. "It was a beat down."