Quick A/N :

Hey reader, what does the scouter say about this chapter's length meter?

IT'S OVER FOUR THOUSAND WORDS!

Oh well-it's a big amount for -me-. Anyways, to all of those who have actually been waiting for this chapter, a favorite and/or a review would honestly be a good inspirational and motivational boost for me.

Credit for this chapter is as follows :

BrawlVault for the idea of a Cookie Monster King DeDeDe.

Wikipedia for the help on medication information.

Enjoy.

(PFFF. NO FIFTH CHAPTER TIL' THIS GETS 8+ REVIEWS.)

Chapter Four : Hungry, Your Highness? [ALTERNATELY TITLED : Breaking Away (from TrickandTreat)]

"A partner?" The perpetual midget whined. That was a stupid suggestion. Why would someone as foolproof as himself alone be in need of a partner? I mean, seriously, did he look like bully fodder in the Alternate World? I think not. Just LOOK at this skin, so not weak looking! He had a point. Regardless if his usual outfit with dual-colored stripes was still the same, as well as the colors, a few tweaks on his hair had been made. Zero himself didn't get it—what was he supposed to be? Or who? His hair had been lightly gelled to make the usual "w" puff of hair at the front look more like the uncalled-for spiky hair parts on Cloud's head, and that made him question his appearance even more. Was it completely meant for someone's OC or something less stupid than that?

"You'll be bringing moi with you, ri~ght?"

Zero was interrupted in his thoughts, looking up, and glaring with an incredulous look at his once just-friend, "Lucas", which was now plainly "Luka" due to his... awkward appearance. Bringing someone like him... or her... or whatever the kid was with him on an assassination would not only smear his reputation of being a loner, but make him feel extremely embarrassed to be even around Luka. He stopped glaring, his green-eyed gaze dropping to the floor. He facepalmed.

"With you looking like that?"

"I...I can't do anything about it..."

"Cut. Your. Hair." Each word was sounded out slowly, pausing at every word.

"Well, the Machinima rules currently state that it can't be done without proper equipment taken or given directly from the creator of myself and this body and-"

"Hide your chest," Zero smirked, rubbing his nose similarly to Knuckle Joe. "It'll be a distraction. And not a good one."

Luka's rear end-long blonde hair was quickly pushed to the front, successfully covering both his or her chest up, as well as most of the lower body that was sure to be target to Zero if nothing was done. Body untouched aside from longer hair and feminine shapes, Luka couldn't help but wonder if his or her creator was even straight, though the kid did question his own sexual preferences as well. The usual long shirt worn was now rising upwards due to the now intruding lumps of... yeah, you should get it by now. Oddly a good size for the kid's age.

"Um. Now can I come with you?" blush hidden without a trace, Luka asked again, less seductively than the last time.

Zero stood up, turned his cap to the front to cover his face, which was supposed to be covering the sun, if there was any. They had been sitting inside of a box near the NZ, which was the New Zone. A weird, large box. Snake's Love Box might've been given a run for its money, thanks to the freaking largeness of said box. Oh, this sucks. If morning hadn't come yet by the time the box was tipped over, they'd surely go crazy. In fact, one more thing could drive the two crazy. Oxygen.

There was oxygen around that area, which was strange. No matter how it turns out, anyone who went to the Alternate World was supposed to become non-breathers. But for some reason, the balance of the AW had been weighed down due to the excessively high amount of unwanted textures lately. That did mean something good, however, as now, death sentences including breathing problems could be added to everyone's list of how to kill. Even if they were supposed to just do a quick and painless death, as ordered by whoever ruled the AW, why couldn't they have just a little bit of fun? Who was to say they wouldn't get dethroned eventually and overcome by a better texture than themselves? They should at least have fun while they can.

"Fine," Zero huffed. "Let's just get this over with."

"Yay!" Luka erupted from the box, tipping over most of it onto Zero.

The crossdresser looked at the boy, pulling the box off and scratching his head awkwardly in a way to say sorry wordlessly. It obviously didn't work, however, as Zero continued to kick the box even further away with a single motion. The beige box flew into a patch of grass, leaving a dash of naked earth where it had slid across. Satisfied with Luka's winces and sad looks at the trampled flowers and herbs that could have been medication, Zero stood back up.

"Looks like the newbie's here."

"Oh, where!"

"Look in front of you, dope." Zero mentally cursed himself. Who the hell says 'dope' anymore...

Luka stared at the unrecognizable figure on the floor which had just arrived there after a series of blinding lights occurring while he was staring at the grass. Truly, it wasn't something you could know was a person, let alone a brawler due to the way it was crouched into itself. The figure folded out slowly, before retracting again, resembling something like a baby still in the womb.

"Is that triple D?" The coal-haired kid examined the brawler on the floor carefully, sweeping up the figure from... cap to... shoe.

The other did the same, eyes in a composed stare at the protruding belly that showed itself only barely as the whole body was a single color, or rather, mixture of two colors. A deep shade of blue, slightly darker in shadowy areas, eyelids as well, as Luka couldn't help but wonder if the eyes were the same color. He couldn't think who it was supposed to be, even if the once King's mouth was open slightly, black completely inside. Then it clicked, it was-

"The cookie monster!" Luka quickly stated, pointing a finger at the figure as well, as if it were a cockroach in a kitchen.

Twisting his hat the other way, Zero nodded. "That guy from Sebastian Street, or something like that? I'm sure it was a street, though."

Proud to be correct and know that his buddy wasn't, Luka held his chin up high, arms in a greater-than sign. His hands were in a fist, placed lightly on his hips as he corrected his partner. "Sesame Street, nii."

"You would know..." the other mumbled incoherently, before fading his embarrassing blush away and noticing the newbie's eyes slowly open.

They revealed what Luka had thought of; pupils a dark black, white around, enlarged to match the size of its body. The darker-haired boy stood behind the "cookie monster" as he slowly stretched his hands out to push himself upwards. As he got into a sitting position, Zero pulled out the small gun out of his hat pocket, putting his hat back on, afterwards. He grabbed the gun by its nozzle, before whacking the newcomer on his shoulder. He immediately fell to the floor, face flat, small groan residing from the back of his throat.

"Luka, you mind knocking the guy out? I'm positive you have your bat with you."

"One sec~" He dug in his pocket, tongue sticking out to the side.

A gun was pulled out, retro colored; shoved back in. Dirty pair of socks, blue and red and smelling worse than rotten eggs and cheese; shoved back in. Gooey chocolate; wiped back in after realization of what it was. Green necklace pulled out, colors beginning to dull as who knows how long that's been there; returned.

"Sorry."

He checked his other pocket, pulling out something different. A small stick, the size of Harry Houdini's playing cards. "Found it."

Luka lightly tapped the confused figure on the floor with the stick on his head. It fell over, dully.

"Next, then."

The two slowly picked up the heavy object, not being the least careful about where they were pulling. Zero led the way north, holding the unconscious figure by his shoes, which were now fur. Luka followed suit, carrying arms, forcing himself not to stare at the still-open eyes of the dead weight being carried. Oddly enough, it didn't weigh as much as he thought it would, but then again-

"Can you carry some of your own weight?"

Luka gained some more weight to carry, though the rest of the trip to wherever Zero was leading them towards was silent. The distance walked probably was around no more than two or three miles, and the blonde had noticed how the grass seemed to die as they walked further. The four mile mark was passed, as the lower half of the body was sagged down to open a large door of rusted grey, proceeding in shortly after.

The body was dropped to a rather comfortable chair, star yellow with scarlet cushions which wasn't what you'd think was the beginning of a "monster"'s demise. He woke up almost instantaneously, yet his vision still blurring making everything almost completely indecipherable. The blue figure let loose a distorted sound to stretch, soon noticing where he was, eyes looking all over the new area. Luka and Zero sat quietly in a corner of the room, unseen, as the once-penguin even looked at the ceiling to see the bright lights.

Small chandelier glowing with the light the same color fireflies gave off, as well as a dome ceiling, rising up to where Dedede could only see was pitch black. The walls around him were painted a beige color, small tan diamond shapes were in a single file line around the edges of the wall, leaving quite a distractingly good pattern. The room was completely empty, aside from the chair he sat in.

The legs of the chair were chained to the legs of the table, preventing him from scooting farther or closer, as if though his seat position was already perfect. A rope winded itself around his thighs twice, keeping him on the chair, not even budging as he attempted to itch his lower knee. In front of him was a short table, spanning from maybe 5 by 7 feet, made out of wood, but the upper layer was covered with smoothly shaped glass. It seemed like the glass that could be used as the glass for church windowsills, due to the extraordinary peachy colored tint—maybe it was. Seeing as though he didn't know where he was; could he possibly be in a church, with weird decorations?

Also, why was there such a goblet in front of him? A golden goblet, skinny in the middle, fatter higher. Red jewels carefully were put around the side of the cup, along with twinkling diamond-like jewels. Inside was about three-fourth of the cup of water, fizzing from the center, where a small white pill was barely noticeable. The pill was already being broken down by the water or whatever clear liquid it was when the Sesame Street monster saw the folded piece of paper trapped underneath. He stared at it for a while with an unconcerned look before picking it up with his hand and opening it.

Dear DeDeDe,

You've probably just woken up. You currently reside in your previous homestead, or rather, castle. As you can see, we've made very many changes, so you may not have thought of this as your castle at first sight. Realize though, those changes made this newly created and designed dining room much prettier than what it was before- an unused, dusty old room.

By now, you've hopefully already noticed that you are unable to move your legs as they are tied firmly to the chair you currently are sitting on. Do you like it; it's a combination of silk and Waddle Dee and Waddle Doo skin.

He put the letter down, eyes widened. He closed them, reopening them to reveal much less stressed eyes, as he continued to read the contents of the paper. The penguin hoped not to read anything else that may distress him anymore than he was a few seconds ago.

-you probably put this down to feel the cushion once more. Back to the situation, cookie monster.

At this moment, you should begin to feel hungry. If not, it will occur very soon. You are questionable, of course. While you were knocked out cold, you were forced to ingest a drug that will cause you to receive the "munchies," which name will not ring a bell to you.

The drug is more or less a medication, abused to cause hallucinations and for pleasure; marijuana. You have ingested as much as you can, without getting overdosed and causing death. The bad news is, you will hallucinate. You will be high. You will be hungry. You may be wondering why this piece of paper was found under a golden goblet. Allow this explanation to clear your mind.

The small white pill that is inside the goblet contains 2000 milligrams of Vitamin C, which destroys toxins stored in your cells, as well as being 80% niacin to speed up your metabolism. The water around the pill will slowly dissolve it, giving you enough time to grab the pill and cure yourself. If it is too late, as in the goblet's contents are no more than a fizzy liquid, then please, enjoy the meal. It certainly will be the best.

Regards,

Luka Oddresser

Zero The Kid

Dedede didn't understand it. Just reading the letter had wasted so much time, by the time he looked at the goblet again, the last of the pill had already dissolved. This was obviously an unfair game. Because it was a type of game, it meant no real harm. This was actually much of a rude game, tying him up like so. Even if he was a king from one of the most unknown lands, he was still a King, and deserved much better treatment like this; even if he was a copy of the real King Dedede. Then again, look at him, he looked nothing like a king. He didn't even seem fit to be a shoe cleaner in a kingdom because of his appearance and dirtied "fur" especially-

He was cut off by the sound of strong grumbling followed by the weak pain in his stomach, his gastric acids sloshing his stomach silly with hunger. Dedede looked surprised, but then shook it off as he thought that maybe he was just hungry because of his time asleep, and there was certainly no food at all... which made it a bad situation.

"Did you want any sauce with your barbecue?" Luka asked, now in a casual outfit of a orange spaghetti bra and a matching, frilly underwear. A ribbon was tied tightly around his back, the ribbon lace covering his feminine rear end. He was carefully balancing a silver platter on both hands, one platter with a single plate with ten sticks of barbecue. The other platter was tightly hugged to his side, not carrying anything at the moment.

"Would you like your beverage to be changed into something less... murky white?" another voice spoke from behind Dedede, catching sight of a boy with a black and white cap turned so the sun would be blocked on his neck. His outfit was a plain black tuxedo, red undershirt, and another silver platter tucked underneath his right side like the other. Zero kept on a plastic smile, asking without hinting the disgust he felt as the penguin drooled subconsciously while glancing back to see if Luka's barbecue still looked fresh.

Dedede could care less what was going on, as long as he got what he wanted; food. And better yet, the food seemed to look fancy, not the uncool and lesser placed food that could be thrown onto a plate like an insensitive frycook. He licked his lips, gesturing for both to come closer and bring him what they've got, while Zero bowed and left to retrieve a glass of water. He cocked his head to the left as he passed by Luka, reminding him to add another barbecue onto the plate.

Dropping the plate of barbecue falsely on purpose, Luka apologized, following suit after Zero to get another plate of roasted beef strips on a stick. He made sure to add an extra five pieces of barbeque, before scurrying out of the shadowy darkness with another platter to give the cookie monster-turned-carnivore. Luka put the plate carefully in front of him, Zero placing a casual glass of water with four clear cubes of ice exactly. Dedede's eyes trailed to look down Luka's bra, but hunger took over, and he grabbed two sticks with each hand, shoving them literally down his throat. Most would say it should have lightly pierced his throat when doing so, but it didn't, and he continued to grab the rest of the sticks while putting the emptied sticks on the side of the plate.

He didn't even have the urge to swallow, his unseen teeth unused until the barbecue ran out, and his water chugged down, leaving nothing but ice cubes. Luka left to get another platter of food from the shadows which Zero had left food, but rather explained that it was a kitchen to the penguin. As Luka returned, three plates with four sea cods(with salt, pepper, and a large cilantro leaf draped across each cod) in each plate sat on his silver platter as he tagged Zero to get the refreshments.

Zero came back with a larger glass of water, this time probably a holding a pint and a half more liquid than the last glass did. The amount of ice cubes turned to three, one probably melting in the time it took to get more to the water fountain. He placed it on the same area he put it on last time, as he stood to accompany Luka with watching Dedede eat the food being served. The blue furry was currently on his second plate, with only one more filleted fish on the plate, fork through it, when he suddenly stopped.

The urge to stop eating was high, his jaw was constantly opening and closing. Drinking water began to feel odd, as each gulp could be felt reverberating through his stomach. He shrugged, cleanly finishing both plates, before giving Luka a dirty stare.

"Well, girlie? What's gon' be the next meal?" His googly eyes flicked around once, making Zero stifle a laugh.

Luka was slightly pissed at the way he decided to ask for more food, but decided that he was going to get it in a few moments. He turned heel and almost immediately returned with a plate of ice cream, towering above him by at least ten feet in height and width. He presented the large sundae of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream to the penguin while being flashy by throwing a chocolate syrup bottle at Zero, who barely caught it. He squeezed it, letting the syrup fly onto the middle and lower layers of ice cream and drizzling down to the bowl-shaped platter.

The coal-haired kid placed a white gloved hand on the liter glass, picking it up and replacing it with a gallon of water. Surely this should be enough, he stated.

Luka looked at him, raising a thumbs up as he replied. If he can finish this ice cream, it'll be a miracle if he doesn't die a millisecond after. PSI abilities truly were a gift, of course, and the two had realized this much before.

Though, it was true. The king may have a large stomach, but unlike Kirby, and reality, people, let alone animals, should not be able to contain so much in their stomach. With the amount of food already ingested, the ability to eat any more than ten or less of the scoops of ice cream in front of him should be more than enough for him to feel sick to the stomach. But no, he continued to eat, mind absent and thinking about *** with Luka— as the lining of his stomach slowly began to tear.

One more scoop, it ripped a small amount. Yet another scoop, another thin layer of his stomach ripped. A final scoop, it continued to tear, and he dropped his large spoon. Insides of his stomach, undigested food, trailed out and into his other insides. Bacteria flooded in and out of his stomach and into or out of the abdominal sections, invading and causing almost instant death—which would have been fine, if it weren't painful. Maybe even if he hadn't felt the strong sour taste threatening to rise, stomach acids, it would be that much more a peaceful death. But no, the next taste to reach his tongue was metallic, crimson drops, before it returned to sweet again as he fell, face first, into the mountain of ice cream in front of him.

The kids high fived, as Zero, afterwards, pulled out his ear mic out of his pocket, connecting it to the outer shell of his ear and bringing the mic low to his mouth. Even if it was a little too big, it still did come just a little bit over his upper lip, which wasn't much of a big deal. When the static beep went on, he pushed the Talk button, allowing the other side to hear his voice.

"Zero and Luka-csh- beat the -csh- cookie monster textu -csh- -re... he's actually King Dedede's counterpart -csh-" The microphone was pulled down lower, the Talk button unpushed.

"Luka, do you mind?"

The other boy's piercing glare made Luka stop making sound effects that effectively sounded like static over the microphones. He puffed out his cheeks, before beginning to untie the rope that bound the "cookie monster" to his death seat.

"As I was saying," Zero continued, arms extended to pull the limp body up against the chair as Luka proceeded to take the giant sundae away. "He was dressed as the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street. He's eaten himself to death, so we'll be busy cleaning up around here."

Luka picked up the key from the floor, unlocking both chains from the king's left and right feet, a red, swelling ring around the rather fat feet. He removed the chains, throwing it off to the side along with the rope and key, the weight of the iron chains making his throw fly a little less than as he did with the rope. He unpuffed his cheeks as he handed Zero's original clothing to him, while putting on his own. Luka had to admit—he did look pretty good in a two piece, just as Zero had suggested.

Wait. Why did he suggest that anyways?

Whatever.

"Whoever wants the next target, the trainer and his Pokemon companions, can call dibs on it," he put his shirt on, about to add on something to his sentence, when Luka ripped the set off of him, putting it on himself. "Because we're tired~" With that, the set was put into his pocket, and he took one last look at the corpse with Zero.

Sitting almost casually, he'd look like he died peacefully, but they'd know that was far from true, far from true indeed. Luka grinned, tackle hugging Zero and rolling around on each other playfully, Zero going along with it.

"Awesome! We get to do absolutely nothing tomorrow!"

Silence.

"Wait... that sounds off."