Chapter 2
The very second the racers were out of their ruined carts and in their designated areas, they were bombarded with reporters. They tried the most popular of the racers, Raziel, first.
"Mr. Raziel, now that your no longer taking part in the races, what will you be doing now?" asked the first reporter.
"Well, probably just wandering around the Underworld, pissing off the Elder. You know." answered the wraith.
"Uh-huh, well, how do you feel about having being beaten by a second-rate character, and even worse, when you came SO close to victory?" asked a second paparazzi scumbag.
The foolish reporter was answered with a familar wraith's claws wrapped around his throat and his neck going 'snap'. The lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap.
"Let's just say, I'm upset."
The other reporters wisely decided to void their bowels and run the hell away. They tried the Builder next.
"Uh, sir, why did you build John's car so crappy?" asked the first reporter.
"Hey! The Author's put this thing together in a hurry, and I had like ten minutes, I think I deserve some credit. Besides, The crappier the other's cars, the better my chances, right?
"Yeah, but how do you feel about losing to the worst car on the track?" asked a third, filling in for the dead reporter, rotting a few feet away.
At this, the Builder started to get teary eyed, then started crying, altogether.
"It's not fair! They cheated! I built the damned cars! I designed mine for speed! I should have won! They cheated!"
The reporters then decided to leave the crying Hylden alone. They decided to interview the winner of the race, John, next. Now that John had won, and gotten a heap of cash, he was dressed in clothes fit for a king and sporting a cool pair of shades.(Kind of like Protoman.-Chibi Soultail)
"John, now that you've won, do you plan on continuing your job as a dial turner?" asked an interviewer.
"Sure, the job has benefits." answered the victor.
"... Ok ..." responded the news channeler, confused to what kind of benefits a dial turner could have. " So, now that you've won and proven that second-rate characters can be great ones, what are you going to do now?"
John thought for a moment and then smiled. You could now see John was in a bad as hell sports car, surrounded by lovely women, both human and vampire alike.
"I'm going to Disney World!" he yelled happily.
And with that, he raced off, shouting 'Mickey Mouse'.
The reporters were now a little mad at not being able to finish their interviews, but they decided to try one last time. This time, the would-be god, the Elder.
"Mr. Squid-" started a reporter, but was cut off.
"Silence! I am no squid! I am All that Is! I am the Hub of the Wheel of Fate, I am the God of all of Nosgoth. I-"
"Yeah, sure, Mr. Squid, you apparantly made a huge bet on the underdog John before the race, with all this money, do you plan on continuing your job as announcer, judge, and odd jobs?" asked the reporter.
The giant squid chuckled.
"Oh, hell no. With this money, I shall return to the Underworld, a much richer god, and control your lives even more. Bye!"
And with that, the false god burrowed deep underground.
The reporters looked at each other and simply walked away. However; miles away, four Authors were watching the interviews on a big screen, with shocked expressions.
"Whoa whoa whoa, he can't do that, can he? We have him under contract!" cried Mr. Mxyzptlk, a young looking Author wearing a black leisure suit.(Chibi Mr. Mxyzptlk- That's me!)
"Yeah! You hooked it up, didn't you, Mxy?" asked Fantastic Flying Ferret, a lovely female Author wearing a very lavish dress, who also had imagination to burn.(And me, as well-Chibi FFF)
"No! I hooked up the tracks!" cried Mxyzptlk. "Weren't you supposed to do it, Ctec?"
"No! I bought the snacks!" countered Lil' Ctec, a young male Author wearing normal clothes but one could closely tell, he wasn't normal.
(Chibi Ctec-Don't I look cool?)
"Well, I sure as hell didn't do it, I convinced the Circle of Nine to sponser these races!" said Clement Rage, a powerful Author wearing all blue clothes, like Megaman X.(Chibi CR-Who rules!)
"Well, I convinced the racers to take part!" said FFF.
"Well, then, who was in charge of the contracts?" asked Mxyzptlk.
All eyes turned slowly to the fifth and final Author in the room, a young, odd Author. She was a bit short, with twelve fox tails, a robotic contraption hooked up to her head, and strange(almost slivery-colored)eyes. She wore red-coloured bib overalls and was currently laying down on her back, on a couch, listening to music and reading a magazine, probably a manga. This was Soultail Omega-Light, the most... energetic of the group. (Chibi Soul: Hey, that's me! I'm the cute one!)
"No way." said Clement Rage.
"I doubt it..." said FFF slowly.
"Please tell me we are not that stupid." said Lil' Ctec.
Mr. Mxyzptlk simply looked nervous.
Mxyzptlk walked over to Soultail and took off her headphones.
"Hey!" shouted Soultail at him in indignation.
"Soultail, listen, this is very important. Did we give you some papers to take to the offices?" asked the black-attired Author.
"Uh... oh yeah!" said the fox-tailed author after a few seconds of thinking about what he had asked her.
There was a groan from the others.
"Did you do it?" asked FFF while raising an eyebrow to question her actions.
"Yup!" cried Soultail happily, pulling out a few papers from her pocket. "Here are some copies."
There was a sigh of relief amongst the Authors.
Mxy looked at them in close intent and closed his eyes in disgust after a few seconds of unbelief.
"Soultail." he said.
"Yeah?"
"These papers aren't signed!" he shouted at her in fury.
"Perfect." said Ctec sarcastically while putting his hand on his face in embarassment.
Soultail smile sheepishly and looked down at her feet.
"Well, now what? Whose gonna do all the work at the tracks?" asked Clement Rage.
There was a few minutes silence.
"Why don't we do it?" asked FFF.
"We're Authors! We don't do any actual work!" objected Soultail.
Her fellow Authors glared at her to warn her to pipe down, which she quickly did.
"That's not a bad idea." said Ctec.
"We don't have a choice." said Mxyzptlk.
"Who does what, though?" asked Ctec.
"I get to be Announcer!" FFF cried happily, forgetting the troubles.
"I guess I'll be Judge." said Mr. Mxy.
"Snack Vendor." said Ctec, picking the easiest sounding job.
"Uh... Security." said Celemnt Rage.
"Wait... that leaves me with Pit Crew duty!" said Soultail.
"Good." said Ctec as the four other Authors walked away, before Soultail could say anything else.
After they left, she finally said out to them while running after them, "Hey, wait for me."
1 Hour Later...
The five friends stood in front of the wreak that was the main course. Almost everything was a disaster.
"This is...ok." said FFF, stepping over a corpse.
"There is no way we can do this." said Clement.
"What! Are you guys giving up now?" asked Soultail.
The other Authors merely shrugged.
"When Abraham Lincoln was fighting the war with his own country, did he give up? When the Jedi were being killed off by the Dark Side, did they give up? When the Trojans were fighting the Greeks, did they give up?"
"They lost." said Mr. Mxyzptlk.
"What?"
"They didn't give up, they just lost."
The five were silent for a few moments.
"Ah, what the hell, let's give it a shot." said Clement in defeat.
"Sure, all we have to do is mend the tracks, repair the walls, clean up the bleachers, arrange and dust up the corpses, make an announcer booth and a judge booth, buy tons of cheap snacks to sell at a higher price, convince the racers that lost to come back, fix the carts, make some new ones and buy some tools and spare parts." said Ctec. "And we have to do all that before the next race starts in... 24 hours."
"Great, I like our odds." said FFF.
Over the next few hours, the Authors had bought the snacks, repaired the tracks and Ctec and Clement were currently fixing the cracks in the walls.
"How did we end up doing this?" asked Ctec.
"Mxy said he had a great idea, and the girls went off for the racers." responded the fellow Author.
"Yeah, well, this tar and cement stink." said Lil' Ctec.
"Yeah, well, after a few hours with you, it's not so bad..." said Clement quietly.
"What was that?" asked Ctec.
"Nothing." said the Author to his friend. "Just that you reek."
"That's it!" cried the offended Author as he lunged at Clement and pinned him down, Clement threw him off, while Ctec gathered a wet ball of tar. He threw the putrid ball, Clement ducked and who should it hit, square in the face, but Mr. Mxy.
"Having fun?" asked the stinking Author, as tar dripped from his eyebrows.
"Uh... kinda." said Clement.
"Great. Hey, I brought some help." said Mr. Mxyzptlk, wiping the gunk off him and pointing behind his back, where five large demons and Moebius the Time-Streamer stood.
"What do we need them for?" asked Ctec.
"Yeah, why do we need unlimited muscle and time-stopping abilities to help us with our work?" asked the annoyed Author. "Say, where are the girls?" asked Mr. Mxy.
"Oh, they went to get the racers." said Clement.
"Oh... wait... who did they go to get?"
"Uh... I think, Raziel, Rahab, Kain, and Janos were first."
Mxyzptlk stood there, staring at his friends for a second.
"Be right back." he said.
At Janos' Mountain Home...
Mr. Mxy mumbled to himself grumpily as he walked through the halls of Jano's great home, he opened the door leading to the main room and what do you think he saw?
FFF, Soultail, Janos, Kain, Rahab and Raziel all making out, well, the boys with the girls, anyway.
Mr. Mxy shook his head in disbelief and then, coughed loudly to gain their attention.
Fantastic Flying Ferret and Soultail looked at him and blushed the shade of brightest red that the vampires and wraith had ever saw in their entire unlives.
"We... uh..." stumbled FFF.
"Don't want to hear it, come on, you can have fun later, but right now, we got work to do." said Mxy, grabbing them by their collars and dragging them away. "I'll give you each two hundred bucks, if you race." he said to the undead men.
The three vampires and the wraith nodded and agreed.
And with that, Mr. Mxy walked off, dragging the two girls with him, who were desperately trying to get away from him and back to their fun.
1 day later...
The five looked at their accomplished work. Everything was perfect. A Judge booth, an Announcer booth, everything was fixed and clean, the racers were assembled and each had their own cart and the stadium was packed with humans and vampires!
"Well, we did it." said Clement proudly.
"Yup, and we did it all in a day." said FFF.
She and Soultail, were still mad at Mxyzptlk for pulling them away from their fun that they were having with the extremely cute guys.
"Yeah, told you it helped with Moebius and his demons." said Mxy, looking over to the six mentioned. "Thanks, guys."
Moebius held out his shrieveld hand. "Pay up."
Mr. Mxyzptlk sighed and payed Moebius three hundred dollars.
"Greedy bastard." he mumbled.
"Well, let the races begin!" cried FFF.
Chapter By: Mr. Mxyzptlk