Chapter Golly: Terrence
Chris was in pain. He hated all sand. It was coarse, rough, and irritating and it got everywhere in tarnation. He wanted to cry, but his Blue Morpho rejected the emotion.
I must defeat Dale for my dad's sake… What would Sonic do? Chris thought wildly.
Dale brandished an axe made of pure shadow. He then hopped over to Chris and screamed out some more cool powers.
Chris was on the defensive now. His Blue Morpho could no longer attack… and he was running out of time.
"Chris's powers…" said Mighty, still straining to remain on his feet. "There has to be some sort of method to destroy this madness… Dale is too strong!"
Mighty then looked down. He saw a turnip growing in between the park bench and a payphone. His eyes lit up. I must do this…
"Time to fall, like all Thorndykes must!" shouted Dale, bringing the axe down and slicing right through the tainted Blue Morpho arm, taking out a corn-sized chunk out of Chris's arm.
"SONIC!" wailed Chris.
"Sonic cannot save you now, twit…" sneered Dale.
Chris backed away and curled into a ball. He held his wound close and whimpered. "I must win…"
"You can't win…" said Dale. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a crank. He turned the crank and his pecs and abs started glowing green. "This next shot will not be sand… it will be jalapeno salsa… You will not survive this time, Thorndyke."
Chris tucked himself harder. "SONIC!"
"Time to end this all!" shouted Dale.
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