An hour had passed since his encounter with 'the boys'. Darkness set upon the city of Washington DC as Cory slowly made his way back home. Soon, only the light from the street lamps lit his way, making navigation difficult. The moon shone a spotlight through the darkness on the White House, making the path for young Cory to move on. He stuffed the pinkies in his pocket and pulled up his hood, disguising himself. The darkness around him threatened him with the unknown, making it impossible for him to know what is out there, in the place he can't see.

Suddenly, Cory heard a noise, a loud noise. This noise wasn't like another noise he heard, in fact, this noise was completely different from any noise he had ever heard. Cory fell to his knees in fear, and began coughing violently. His mind was being invaded by an unknown source. The noise grew louder, and Cory quickly turned to the White house, just as it faded before his eyes, only to find himself inside an abandoned building. He was still on the ground in the same position as before. He could sense something behind him. A benevolent entity he had never heard of before.

Still coughing, Cory reached up to his mouth, only to find his nose was bleeding. Cory closed his eyes and slowly turned around. Then, he opened them.

A rush of fear fell over him, giving him an intense headache. Cory fell down to the ground of the abandoned building, coughing and trying to stop his nosebleed. 'Give me the fingers, child,' a voice in his head said. Cory slowly reached for his back pocket and removed the fingers, dropping them on the floor in front of the man. The man stared down at him, making his headache worse.

Cory regained some courage, "W-who are…. Y-you?" he shouted as his cough became slightly better. At that, the entity left, leaving but a single finger behind. Cory began to recover and grabbed the finger, stashing it in his pocket, and slowly getting up. His head hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. Cory got up from the ground and looked around. He was in a small room, half overgrown with weeds and other plants. The roof had half collapsed, and beams were lying all over the place. 'I have to get out of here,' Cory thought, exiting the room.

As he walked through the halls of the abandoned building, he began hearing footsteps from below. It was hard to see, as it was night and he didn't have a flashlight. He followed the hallways until he found stairs, he went down to the first floor, and the footstep sounds became louder. Cory cautiously walked through the rooms of the first floor, seeing a flashlight up ahead. As he came closer, Cory could make out the distinct shape of the Italian chef who had taken his father's job. Cory decided to trail him, and see what he could discover about the man.

'This is just like that one sonic level where you have to use stealth,' Cory thought, referring to his fangame: "Metal Sonic Gear." Cory stayed back exactly 11 feet from Luigi, struggling to keep quiet, as Cory was fat. Luigi made his way through the building, shining his light into every room. Then, he stopped and turned around. Cory quickly jumped into a side room, tripping and falling. The floor cracked and Cory fell through the floor into the basement.

Luigi ran to the room and shone his light down into the hole Cory had created, but couldn't see anything below. Cory quickly ran through the pitch black basement, trying to find a way out. Luigi jumped down into the hole and followed Cory's footsteps through the concrete tunnels. Cory began to sprint as he saw Luigi's flashlight behind him. He found a room and shut the door behind him, trying to hide. Luigi walked right past the door, searching up ahead.

The room Cory had entered was fully lighted, and as he looked around he began to realize he had discovered one of the greatest things in human history. Cory looked around at the many shelves and drawers and began sifting through the books, comics, and games held in this secret vault. The entire room was littered with Sonic merchandise. Everything was sonic the hedgehog. Cory began to scream with joy as he grabbed the comics.

Luigi burst through the door, holding out a spatula toward Cory, "Stopa right there you black suited demon!" Luigi's face became more relaxed as he saw it was only Cory. "Craig, I tell you, I was half scared you were something else, come on, youa need to get home now."

"W-what is this place?"

"This is my Sonic hideout. Iya come here every night to make sure itsa alright. You see, there's a man outa there after my comics."

"I ran into a man earlier that took my fingers, he also gave me a headache and a nosebleed," Cory mumbled.

"Oha no, hea took your fingers? He wants to steala my comics!"

"He didn't look like the type who wants to steal comics," Cory's headache began to return as the lights went out. Luigi began to scream. The door opened and he shone his flashlight at the doorway, revealing the man from before in full details. He wasn't quite human, it was slenderman. 'I am not here for silly comics, I am here for blood.'

Luigi pulled out his spatula, "h-here sir, youa can have the boy!" He pushed Cory forward as they both fell to the ground in mental pain. The entity was strong, maybe unbeatable. Cory reached into his pocket and pulled out his last finger, chucking it at the monster. The ringing noise began to get louder, and Luigi began screaming again. Then it stopped and everything was fine.

"You're one brave boy, youa want to leave this place, no?" the chef got up, rubbing his head. They began walking out of the abandoned building and back to Washington DC. As they went, Luigi gave Cory one of his comics, which brought another scream from Cory.

"What was that thing?" the boy asked as he walked through the streets, the sun beginning to rise.

"Thata was just one of those so called Frenchies," replied the chef.

"THAT was a French person? Wow."

"Yes, didn't youa see the suit, thata is the mark of a Frenchie."

They walked to the white house and through the garden, retelling the tale of the Frenchman and how they fought it. Cory began telling everyone the loch ness monster was there as well. The president sent a firing squad to burn down the old building, stopping the creature once and for all. Cory warned him that the monster was outside of the building as well, but the president just wanted to burn something.

"You see, Cory. Soon you'll understand. This is the final stretch. The last dojo. There's a man out there being resurrected who wished to destroy the world. I can't give any details, but you seem to be the chosen one or something. I want to show you something." The president got up from his chair and spun the globe, pointing to Japan.

His finger slowly pushed down on the country, pressing it into the globe. It was a button! The oval office windows turned black and the American flags turned to Japanese ones. The entire room lit up from lanterns, showing the paintings had changed to traditional Japanese ones. One of the walls opened up, revealing a secret room. As they entered the room, a cold wind blew through Cory's hair. Cory covered his eyes from the breeze, and opened them to find himself in a long room with many pillars and columns. On the walls were paintings of demons.

"Welcome Cory, to your destiny." said Mr. president. Cory began walking towards the beacon of light at the end of the tunnel, staring in awe. Japanese symbols appears on the columns as he passed them, lighting up with a fiery blue glow. As the pedestal came closer, the beacon of light began to fade and Cory could make out what was at the end. He walked past the pedestal, saving what was on it for later, and looked at a mural on the wall.

The mural depicted millions of demons, led by one man who appeared to have a mustache drawn on by crayon. The demons were only stopped by one man- a man he recognized as himself. Cory, in the mural, was holding a sword of pure light, not just any sword though, a katana, the traditional Japanese sword. On his head was a bandana, a symbol of his power.

Cory turned around, looking at the pedestal. In it was the Katana of light. A sword Cory only knew to be legend. The sword shone with light, brightening the entire room, shining it's light across the pedestal, making the pillars brighter with its light, lighting the entire stage, making Cory close his eyes from the bright light. Cory grabbed the hilt of the sword and lifted it, dropping it in the process. He wasn't strong enough.

"It's ok, Cory, we never expected you to lift it right away. You must train first," the president said, walking toward Cory.

"Can I get answers first?"

"Yes, here is a monologue recording of me explaining everything," the president pulled out a cassette tape and pressed the play button.

"The world is different now. Japan has fallen, and the United States has taken over for them in terms of culture. Through the power of the internet, we make people learn Japanese through Rosetta stone and celebrate Japanese culture, effectively making Japan live on after death. In an expedition to the abandoned country of Japan, we discovered a large room housing a katana of pure light and murals depicting a hero defeating waves of monsters. One of the murals seems to depict (Static). Another mural has needed (Static) because it contained (Static). I know now what I must do. I must (Static). As soon as I find the hero, I must take him and teach him to fight with that light katana. I believe I know who he is, though, so I have given his father a job at my house, even if he's a bad chef. Soon I will replace him with a better one, though his son must stay. His son is the hero." The president pressed the pause button.

"You are the chosen one, Cory. Also I accidentally ripped the tape, so it kind of removed some stuff, sorry." The president put away his recorder and pointed to Cory, "welcome to your new life, as a samurai, the last samurai, Cory 'in the house' Baxter."

Gongs rung through the room, filling it with a mysterious atmosphere as Cory stared in wonder at the president. The pillars began to collapse as the president grabbed the sword.

"Hurry, we must escape from this before we both die," the president shouted, dodging falling stones. They ran for the exit, jumping over fallen pillars and ducking under debris. All of a sudden a boulder fell from the ceiling and began chasing them. They sprinted toward the exit, the president carrying the sword as it was too heavy for young Cory. The exit began to close, slowly moving down.

"Quickly, slide under the door Cory!"

Cory went into a sliding position, but was too fat to move. The president grabbed him and pulled him under the door. Sealing it forever. The oval office turned back to normal, the flags became American again.

"Some trip, eh Cory?" He smiled at Cory, going back to his chair. Cory nodded and began to leave, dragging his katana behind him. The president took a crayon out of his pocket and put it back into his drawer. This was the beginning of Cory's quest to defeat the ultimate evil.

Over in Germany, cultists were resurrecting a human lost to time. With new technology they were able to make him a new body, he looked almost real. With one final switch of a lever, the man sprang to life, reanimated finally by the cultists. They had brought back the dead.