A/N Hey there! ThePeaWithGoggles here! Welcome to chapter 24! Hehe. Here we go. I've been waiting to write this chapter for such a long time! For around a month or so. I'm also adding some..new things into the mix. You'll know once you read ;) enjoy!

Centuries before...

A Peashooter burst through the room, exhausted and panting. His pod barely grasping the sword as its tip was dragged during the time they walked across the stone floor, making sounds that were no where near the Peashooter's cup of tea, but they proceed to ignore it.

The Peashooter dropped the sword on the floor, the clanking that the weapon made once it connected with the solid ground made the old Plant flinch, but it didn't stop him from continuing to walk.

Coming to a halt, the Plant sighed, taking off his rusted helmet and placing it on the table that stood before him. With one last look, he walked out of the room. A frown suppressed on his face, being as attentive as ever.

"Frustrated, Clockwork?"

The Peashooter didn't even bother to look behind them as the voice rang out, it was one of amusement, but slight fatigue could be heard in the voice's sentence, the Peashooter immediately knew who it was.

"Thanks for looking out for me, Mistress Veness." Clockwork joked, attempting to lighten up his current situation. He never liked being that big "Grumpy pile of leaves" as other Plants like to say it, his frown disappeared as he forced a smile. Great.

The Plant behind him laughed before teleporting before the Peashooter, a smirk on their flowery face. "Why thank you, dear knight!" The smirk on the Druid Rose's features deepened. Well wasn't she in a good mood.

Clockwork looked at the female Plant with furrowed brows. "How come you're not wearing your mask?" The Druid Rose would usually be wearing it unless she was having a break. The taller Plant only laughed through her teeth, her wand firmly grasped in her equivalent of hands, a green glow emitting from it.

"I don't always need to wear it, Clockwork." She replied as she began to walk, or hover in her case, the Peashooter closely followed her. "Besides, I prefer to fit in than stick out, you know that, right?" The Druid Rose raised an eyebrow of her own, a curious look on her face even though there weren't anything to be thoughtful about.

The Peashooter ignored her gaze, looking down at his roots as he walked. His leaves were torn and his roots were aching, burning and sore like he just got hit by a stampede. He narrowed his eyes for no particular reason. "I suppose."

Before Veness could ask what was bothering the Peashooter. He sighed, trying to think of a topic to switch to. "How are the apprentices?" He asked, earning a confused looking from the Druid Rose, only to be replaced with the usual nonchalant expression.

"Lynith is doing surprisingly well." The magic welding Plant replied, not paying attention towards the Peashooter's shocked expression. "She had started to work a bit harder ever since the accident with the Time Snare ability. She's really giving her all." Her speech ended with a snicker as a memory flashed in her mind.

"Kryptic has been doing good as well." The Druid Rose continued as a smile crept into her features. "She has been getting better at reviving Plants." Her smile was replaced with a small frown. The Peashooter took notice and raised an eyebrow.

"Arvendeen.." She sighed, trying not to be too pessimistic. "She has...been improving, but she can do better." That's all she said as she took her attention more towards to where the duo were walking. The Peashooter nodded in response, understanding the situation.

"Here's my stop." The Druid Rose came to a halt next to a door that looked like every other, the only difference it had was the cutting of a Rose on top of the door and it was engraved with various precious gems and metals.

With a wave of goodbye. Veness walked into the room without another word, leaving Clockwork to his thoughts and the ever so silent hallway that was often devoid of life. With a frown forming, he continued to walk, alone this time.

Minutes after bidding farewell with his childhood friend. The knight found himself in a large room where Chompers were held, but all of them were currently outside training with knights and squires that would ride them until their met their ends on the battlefield.

The Peashooter looked around, the room was stagnant like it always was. He never truly knew why Chompers were treated the way they were. They were Plants and they had lives. And the order took it away from them.

He let out a sigh, not that he could do anything, not in the position he was in.

A/N haha, fun fact. I wrote this weeks after the next part of this chapter, which means I've started writing nearly month ago.

The Chomper dodged the upcoming debris that was sent straight at him. Plants nearby were easily vanquished by the projectiles that were shot by the large Zombot. The Chomper was lucky that the auto piloted robot hasn't noticed him yet.

He dodged yet another piece of L.E.A.F HQ as he made his way towards the Zombot, who appeared to be oblivious to his actions as it continued to destroy the base along with its inhabitants. The Chomper glanced at a group of Plants as they were vanquished by a group of Elites, the Chomper gulped, hoping that he wouldn't suffer the same fate as the Plants who had met their unforgiving end.

The Chomper growled at the rampaging Zombot, his anger raising but still was kept at a controllable manner, the last thing he wanted was him to loose control of himself and end up going on the suicide route. Oh great, another pessimistic thought, was it normal for a 20 year old Chomper to have such thoughts? Heck if he knew.

But what he need to do right now was to get close to the Zombot. He adjusted his speed to be faster as he let purple saliva pour down from mouth for no reason, habit maybe? There was so much he didn't knew about himself and why it happened, instincts are confusing.

No longer letting his thoughts prolong the way towards the Zombot any longer, he started to gain momentum, charging towards the large machine.

Hershel sighed the duo continued running towards L.E.A.F HQ, both of them were starting to get tired, but neither of them weren't stopping any time soon, at least they hoped they weren't. It was too late to have a rest anymore.

But what grabbed the Toxic Pea's attention wasn't the rest they both so desperately needed, but was what he experienced by at that god forsaken citadel. Was he truly hallucinating? Perhaps, but it felt so real. That voice-Flowery or whatever was the voice's name, seemed to have acknowledged what was happening to the two Plants. Was it his doing? Seemed like it.

But what really chilled the Toxic Peashooter to the core was when the voice said he would meet him in a few years. What the heck did that mean? Was this Flowery guy a fortune teller or something? So many questions and so little time. The only way to know if this voice was right or not was to wait for a few-

"Hershel?" Mystic's voice snapped the Toxic Pea from his world of thought, making him blink a few times before lowly chucking without humor, knowing that he had slightly embarrassed himself, which he never liked, especially if it was in front in a friend, let alone if that friend has been through hell and back with you.

The Mystic Flower gave him a questioning look before shrugging, guessing that he was in his fantasy world, again. With one last glance at the Toxic Peashooter, she took her attention towards the scenery in front of them, her smile faded instantly while the Toxic Peashooter that stood beside her stopped in his tracks, a shocked look on his face.

What stood above in the distance was L.E.A.F HQ, but currently being attacked by a rampaging Zombot which appeared to have already destroyed most of the base. The duo could hear the faint but daunting screams of both Plants and Zombies that could be heard from the burning base. A feel of dread crawled on both of their backs.

The Toxic Pea gulped, he wanted to turn away and forget all of this. But there was simply no turning back for this, not anymore. But yet, was it really too late to go back? No- their friends could be in there, fighting for their lives.

The Toxic Peashooter smiled bleakly, taking his attention towards his Mystic Flower companion, who had a look of determination, determination to stop all of this. But Hershel could easily tell she was scared, and so was he.

The Toxic Peashooter soon found himself grasping the Mystic Flower's equivalent of a human hand, grasping it firmly too. He could feel himself slightly heat up as his face darkened to a deeper shade of green. But Mystic didn't seemed to have noticed, well he hoped she didn't.

The grip on her hand tightened as they started to make their way towards the collapsing base that was once L.E.A.F HQ. Both of them were scared of what's to come, but were also determined, and that was how they even got this far.

Ane growled as he dodged a laser that was sent right at him, he was starting to get exhausted as time passed by. But he pushed forward, declining the constants pleas to stop and take a rest. Not now, definitely not now.

He cursed under his breath as he was hit along with pushed back by a large chunk of concrete that was once part of the canteen. Shaking his head a few times before taking action once more, he continued dodging the upcoming debris.

Sarah watched as the Chomper made his made his way towards the large machine, she gulped with clear fear printed on her face. It quite the sight to see, never before has she seen the Chomper dodging the debris so fast, but she knew he would get tired sooner or later.

The Cactus looked up, the Zombot appeared to have activated a shield around it, her spikes wouldn't do any damage at this rate. All she could do was to be a sitting duck and hope for the best. No, she couldn't just do that, she couldn't just stand there and watch her fellow Plants die by a machine. Biting her lip, she started to advance, but at much a slower pace than the Chomper ahead of her.

Grasping the blueprinted that was given to her by Hirion, she took a quick turn to the right to avoid the a huge piece of the HQ. Giving herself a sigh of relief when she managed to dodge the debris. This is going to be hard.

The Peashooter watched, eyes wide with horror. He could feel his stomach twisting in disgust and hatred. And it wasn't because of the Zombies, it was because of him. He started this, he's the one that made Zomboss successfully change the past. And there wasn't anyone else to blame but him, the useless green nuisance that shouldn't have came to existence.

He could hear the screams of different Plants falling victim to the rampaging killer machine, none of the Plants were fighting back. They were all killed before they could even take action. Soon enough he too would be killed under the lasers of the Zombot.

He stared down at his wound, it has stopped bleeding long ago. But it felt like if he were to stand up and dare make a move, the wound would just tear itself apart. He mentally cringed and teared his eyes off the wound, looking back at his two older siblings.

They seemed to be discussing something that the Peashooter couldn't hear. But their expressions told him everything. They were planning to fight the robot, even with the wounds the Icee had endured.

He shook his head to himself, it was a definite they would get themselves killed, but it was better than getting killed and doing nothing. It was better than sitting here and waiting for death to come. It definitely better than sitting sitting helplessly on the floor.

"You two are planning to fight back?." He breathed, his voice uncertain. He stood up with unsteady roots, his back slightly slouched, it didn't took an expert that he needed assistance with standing up, but he shook his head when his siblings insisted.

Kendrick and Icee exchanged worried glances, both were uncertain on who to speak first, or speak at all. The Fire Peashooter sighed after a short silence, deciding he was the one to discuss the plan. "We both aren't certain on the Zombot's weaponry or defences, we know it's an upgrade of what Zomboss created years ago- it's pretty obvious. We also know our fire and ice effects won't effect it either, so we have to depend on our projectiles' damage, which isn't a lot."

Peater nodded, his body writhing with dread and self loathing, his mind racing with apprehensive thoughts and plans. He felt his teeth clench as his brows furrowed, a risky idea came to his mind. But he had a gut feeling that neither of them would like it.

"I'll distract the Zombot, make it always have its attention towards me." He could feel the atmosphere switching between hot and cold already. Icee had her eyes wide in disbelief while Kendrick glared at him, his flames flaring up.

"Do you think we are going to let you act as bait? Of course not. Especially with that wound of yours." He scolded, the distance between him and the Peashooter getting shorter as he took a few steps closer. Icee didn't dare speak, her expression already told enough.

It was worthless to have an argument at this time, but this was the least he can do, but he didn't want an angry Fire Plant either. He straightened himself without much difficulty, with one final glance between Kendrick and Icee. He hypered out.

He ignored the screams and begs for him to come back. He ignored the wound that he could easily feel was starting to tear apart. He ignored the Zombies that were starting to take notice of his advance. He dashed towards the Zombot, praying to a higher power that his siblings would stay out of harm's way.

Ane's breath caught in his throat as he dodged out of the way of another laser, his stem creaking bitterly in protest. A Chomper shouldn't be mobile this much. He could feel a subtle soreness from the wound he got from his father. He felt stiff.

The machine was irritated from what he could tell, the constant robotic growling when he dodged the attacks was enough proof. The Chomper made sure that he wasn't to get close to the Zombot's shoes, or it was certain he would get squashed on impact.

Ane narrowed his inexistent eyes at the robot, pausing to watch as the machine once again growled, this time louder. The machine lifted up their huge fist and swung at him, ready to deal a fatal punch.

Ane gulped before sidestepping, watching the fist knick the back of his stem. A mix of anger and terror bubbled in his stomach as the machine pulled back its fist in a fit of anger. Wow, he really was tickling the machine off.

The Chomper could feel himself falling to his roots, but he shook his head in protest. He was sure to get roasted if he stopped to take a rest this close to the machine. But here he was, staggering as a hint of his own blood could be seen on the ground, making him mentally cringe.

The sound of hyper made him turned his head towards the general direction, the Zombot seemed to have noticed as well. Ane watched with a gawking mouth as a certain Peashooter jumped onto the machine's shoulder.

Using the distraction as an advantage, the Chomper straightened himself as he took action. Sprinting towards the Zombot as it dealt with Peater. This was a risky move, but a Chomper couldn't do much anyway.

He was now directly under the Zombot, who luckily was still distracted by the Peashooter. Taking the chance, he began biting into the surprisingly soft metal, tearing it away as sparks and broken wires started to appear.

"W-WAIT!" The Peashooter above exclaimed, catching the Chomper's attention. But the next thing he saw was the malicious form of the Zombot.

Then, black.

A/N I'm finally done. This took absolutely forever to write! A span of a month and a half to be exact. The part starting with Peater is what I wrote yesterday, while the rest? well, you can guess.