Dave Strider is in familiar territory.

Whoops...wrong file for my other story.

Chapter 3: Striding in the Hotland

Walking on this hot piece of land that has lava and cogs which reminded me of a planet that I used to know...but being fucking harassed by those red crocs' with all their nakking shit and so on.

This place brings me so many fond memories which I like-...okay, that was a lie. But it does bring me so many memories of me dying by Jack's henchman that used to be called by Diamond Droog in the Troll version before they become the Midnight crew, also getting my neck slit by the psychotic dog asshole called Jack. For Droog though, he was a pain in the ass to deal with from robbing my stuff...twice. More specifically, trying to steal some genetic crap from Rose's meowing fetish paper thing that's somehow a code for some genetic bullshit that some horror-terror monster things telling her to burn it.

By walking, I meant ironically walking as I'm not walking for shit as I'm floating my ass in the air for no apparent reason.

How did I come here in the first place? Well after beating Sburb and the hellish obstacles we went through, we finally reach our prize and bam, here we are.

What prize? I don't see any damn prize of where I am now. Pretty much ripping us off with this shitty award we got.

technically, I wasn't alone. I was with Aradia for a brief moment when I first woke up here since she was near me at the time, but she decided to ditch me to explore this place since that's her thing which I'm cool with.

So meaning Aradia is here, probably the rest are scattered across this place...which I don't know at all of where the hell they are now. What could go worse? That my Alpha bro is working with a lizard nerd that has hundred flavors of Otaku-ism and a robot that's transgender inside a box? Or seeing the Zahhaks sweating their asses off of watching bunch of buff horse dudes flexing their arms that they're making their own river of insecure sweat. Rocking hot in their weird horse fetish thing that I care less of.

Yet I wonder where Aradia's Weeaboo Dancestor is at or whatever she is at? Probably harassing little kids or interacting with her fellow weebs 'or' both harass them either way possible since she's…well how do I say this nicely? Fucked up?

You know what? I don't care anymore. If I don't die repeatedly here, I'm cool with that.

But something would bite me in the ass very soon in the future for fucking saying that and I have a feeling someone would just jinx it up for me of what I mentally just said. If that person isn't going to have a bad time here that is.

I have these odd hindsight feelings ever since you know…become the Knight of Time of some sort? Like this happened before…somehow? Like a perk to sense the future. Even I'm not a fucking Seer of Time of whatever. I feel something is wrong with the space-time continuum thing by merely being here that something would go down very soon. Likely from our stupid shenanigan interference shit that would very much bound to mess up the timeline here. VERY soon.

Now I'm speaking like a fucking time cop which is cool.

I don't know what do think, but it's good to see that I'm alive and not being all ghostly n' stuff in those Dream-Bubbles which they're now containing the many memories of us in those doomed timelines.

To make it simple and short, it was basically hell for us. Of having multiple versions of us keep dying of doing some stupid shit that led them to their deaths, I sense many of us keep piling up for some reason? We beat the game, but why are we still keep dying here? I can visit my doomed-selves and my other doomed-friends whenever I want, whenever I sleep...which is cool. But I want to have a clear explanation from them of why the hell their death-counts still ticking? Are they doing it on purpose or something really bad is going to happen in the future?

But who cares, I'll sleep eventual whenever I feel like it.

Floating my ass around here, I saw some fucking billboard called Hotland which is a coolest name ever made and the person who made the name is a fucking genius to the max of full on originality like negative powered irony I ever saw.

Still floating to find anybody to chat here, I notice something at my afar distance…

I saw a hot green smoking school girl with her purple tentacle friend nearby her that's wearing a hat. That they're chilling there for some reason?

Flying towards them of what's cooking here. The two notice me and slightly surprise that I'm flying with my red pajamas on.

"Yo. What's up and what is this place?" Casually spoke to them like all of this is cool as hell. They look at each like they're telepathically communicating with each other and then look back at me with a shrug.

"Well you're in Hotland hot stuff. Where the hot beings reside here and where the best entertainment located near here of the famous Mettaton." Mettaton ha? That's a strange name for a person.

"Cool. So you call me hot stuff ha? Well, you look smoking today like hundred degree burn from the sun and heating me up like in a furnace from your very presence from me." Flirting with the Fuku fire school girl, her face heated up, most likely a blush from my semi-compliment verse from me that also ironic.

"Ahhh, you wouldn't say. I don't know what to say of that compliment." Well, time to practice on my hot verses on this green fire chick. So I can tune in with my rap skills so I can have a rap battle with my bro.

Also, why is my deck is shaking and hear a lot of nakking?

"Yeah I said it. You're one Barium, molybdenum fire that chemistry made you real hot, show me your elements sister." Ah…okay, I sort of fucked up on that free-verse I made and it ironically doesn't sound way too creepy and she...well took it real hard as she's burning bright like a big blush and then 'eep' to me.

"Pe-per-PERVERT!" After she said that, she ran up to me and smack me right at my face with one degree burn on my cheek with a burn blistered handprint.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Wiping my cheek to suppress that one degree burn pain like a triple points of fuck you from Mr. Human Torch's daughter, I'm starting to regret my decision for playing my verses on her.

When I heard this jet engine roaring, I know I'm screwed here.

"BAKA!" Now I'm slowly regretted my decision now as I heard a roaring engine behind me and Animu sounding words like I'm in a shitty animu sitcom with all the fucking anime tropes and generic clichés which no one wants.

In quick reaction, I Dude-Dodge out of the way of an upcoming airplane that's flying directly at me with the almighty fucking dude-dodge I ever made with a fucking wicked backflip. The terrorist plane misses its mark. Wait, that doesn't right.

After that wicked stunt I made, it stopped and-…okay, what the fuck I'm seeing here? That a plane is wearing some sort of weird Touhou like hat which I play that bullet-hell game for shit n' giggles for so many non-ironic purposes. By any means, is this plane fucking sentient?

Seeing this rather medium size airplane that has a size of a human, it hovers near me and speaking in this weird Otaku accent.

"Why are you cheating with her you pervert?!" Wait, I never fucking meet you in the first place-and what's that anime term again? Tsunder whatever? Either I don't know or don't even fucking care anymore. I'm not some bizarre, wannabe Japanese dude doing those weeaboo and that Asian stuff that has so many ironic anime indulges that almost made me speak like Damara with the ultra-size steak of anime beating down on you with the all mighty Chuck Norris kicking down on your balls of making your worse decision ever of choosing that very life style.

Also, I didn't check on my deck as one of my cards starting to move. As it automatically remove from my deck and fell to the ground.

Then suddenly…the nakking happened.

"NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK NAK-

NAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKKAKAKAKKAKAKAKKAKAKAKAKAKANAKAKKAKANANAAKANAKANAKANAKANAANAKANAKNAAKAKAKAK!"

Oh God damn it!

Seeing my Captchalogue card is activated on its own, fucking red crocodiles appeared like bunch of fucking Charmanders popped out in one, single pokeball.

Knowing too well that these Nakodiles being stupid as hell, they starting to wander off in this foreign ass place which they'll probably cause some havoc to the local inhabitants here.

Now everything I saw and happened here is plain B.S. Having the most shittest of luck to deal with these bizarre Weeaboo sitcom people I'm in. Now I have to deal with all my fucking Crocodiles or Consorts or whatever they're called start breaking shit that I might have to pay.

"NOTICE ME COOLKID SENPAI!"

Oh hell no.

Rest in pepperonis Mr. Strider, rest in pieces.