Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, The X-Men comics series or any of Marvel's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: For most of this next part, I was writing really tired after waking up at 7:30 and staying up all day with no nap. I wrote it in the afternoon and night time. That's why it came out how it did. No alcohol, just being tired. (Not that I ever write the series and drink.)
They now found themselves surrounded by tall, beautiful dancing girls in red sequin leotards and matching headdresses waving around giant pink feathers. Creature watched as one flirtatiously stroked a feather under Gambit's chin.
"Well, were I a single man, I'd be enjoying this," Gambit tried to have a non-reactive straight face, but there was an underlying smirk there.
"Pffttpphhtthh!" Creature waved a feather out of her face angrily, feeling like a duck in a flock of tall, model-like storks,
"Right. Remy, you're not fooling anyone. Excuse me a minute."
Creature went into her tiger form, and the next minute the girls were running around screaming like headless chickens as Molly happily chased them. If she could have, Creature would have heartily laughed.
"A little drooling never hurt anyone," Gambit muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Creature said after changing back.
"I'm faithful to you, ma couer," Remy smiled.
"That's true," Creature put an arm around his waist, "I know I'm not the only one that turns you on, but you could at least pretend I am."
"Nintey-nine percent of the time I'm not pretending, Cherie," Remy put a hand to her face.
Their moment was interrupted by a loud, overly tanned blonde announcer with big bouffant hair coming out in blaring lime green suit and pink bowtie. "WELCOME TO DATE OR DIE! I'm your host, Chad Blenderman."
A pair of mechanical tentacles came out of nowhere, hoisting Molly and Remy away from each other.
Gambit was dumped into a pink chair that sprung up out of the floor. His wrists and ankles were strapped down by metal constraints. "What the-?!" Gambit yelped, struggling to get free.
Meanwhile, Molly was held in mid air. A power inhibitor popped out of the tentacle, going around her neck. Then a large piece of duct tape (of all things), was slapped onto her mouth. Her hands were handcuffed together and the tentacle dumped her into a large, clear plastic box.
Chad strolled over to Remy. "Let's meet our contestants. Ladies across Mojo World, you remember Gambit AKA Remy from his X-Men adventures and former Acolyte days-"
"Whoo! Have my grubs, Remy! I love you!" An audience member called out, throwing what could only be a pair of pink panties with _three_ leg holes onto the stage.
"-Uh, let's get those stats on the screen for the nice people at home." Chad said awkwardly.
A large screen came down, showing Remy's picture and some stats.
Height: 6'1/150 centipules
age: 21
Cleanliness: 10/12
Does he floss: Yes!
Does he have all of his left shoes: Yes!
Attractiveness score: He broke it.
Audience Popularity score: 200/200
Marital Status: Dating
"As you can see, he's perfect, except for one flaw," Chad smiled.
"Yeah, I snore," Remy quipped.
"No. Sorry to say, ladies, he's taken! You know her, you hate her! The Galaxy wants to see her head on a stick, iiiiiit's Molly! Let's bring up those stats again!"
Creature's stats came up on the screen this time, to jeers and boos. Aliens threw tomatoes, pink globs of puss from large dimples on their faces and even fireballs at the screen.
Height: 5'1/140 centipules
age: 20
Cleanliness: ?/12
Does she floss: Irregularly!
Does she have all of her left shoes: No! Hate her for it!
Attractiveness score: 2/12
Audience Popularity score: 2/200
Marital Status: Dating our man AKA Public enemy number one.
Behind the glass, Molly gulped. Ohhh crap. She gonna die.
"Now, Remy, the rules are simple. You answer some questions about Molly. You get at least five out of ten right, you win the game. If you lose the game, that case over there that she's in get's filled up to the brim with slush and she dies. No worries though. If Creature dies-which we're hoping she will-you get to go home with our lovely Anna to start with, then their going to pass you around like candy until the day you die," Chad said cheerily yet casually, like saying Remy was going to die was as mundane as talking about doing laundry on a Saturday night.
Across from them, the wall to the staged opened up and there stood a fourty foot tall green and purple spotted alien with giant pink bows on what was kind of her head. It was hard to tell because her body was an oval shape, but flat where her feet would be at the end, with four large tentacles waving around on either side. Her eyes were giant green balls on both sides of her head and her pink mouth was on top, above her eyes. "HaaauuughhhhhRaaaggghhhh-Raghragh!" The thing yelled.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!" Remy yelped.
"That's Anna, silly man," Chad chuckled, "She said she's very excited to meet you. Don't be rude, say hello."
"H-Hello. Aalya Secura you are not, but, um, I like your bows," Remy was already sweating.
"Thaaaaaank yeeeeewwwwwwsssss," Anna hissed out in foreign sounding English.
"M-much obliged, cherie," Remy nodded, sweating heavily on his forehead.
Molly was shocked, (and surprisingly jealous), when the thing-the alien-actually giggled and blushed.
"Anyway, I know everything about Molly. We'll get out of this," Remy said, "Uh, sorry to disappoint Miss Anna."
Meanwhile, Molly was beating her handcuffs against the glass repeatedly, trying to get them to break. No way was she going to die in here while Remy got tossed around as some kind of female alien boy toy for the rest of his days! These things had to break sometime.
"Hope you're sure about that," Chad kept smiling obnoxiously, "Alright, the game starts now. Question number one! Remy, How fast does Molly's hair grow, is it one eigth of an inch A-Every week, B-Every two weeks C-Every four months?"
Remy considered it long and carefully. Molly knew he wasn't dumb. He could get this idiotic question right.
"A, every week," Remy said confidently.
"That's right!" Chad kept smiling, "Question two. Molly likes to treat herself to A) cookies B) ice cream C) candy bars?"
"...It's a trick question. She likes all those," Remy answered quickly.
"-You're right!" Chad said.
Once again, the audience jeered and booed.
The questions went on for a while. From the ridiculous ("What's Molly's favorite type of sock?"),
to something more complex ("How many cavities did Molly have in her life so far?").
However, Remy had gotten so many wrong, the slush had piled up to Molly's neck. She kept looking at Remy with pleading eyes, begging him to at least get the last question correct.
"Question ten. How much does Molly weigh?"
"Oh, yes! I actually know this one! One-hundred and-"
BZZARRRP!
Cyclops' optic blast tore through the back wall and lashed through Molly's glass prison, barely missing her. She spilled out the side of the tank. Nightcrawler and Rogue teleported over, helping her up and ripping the tape off of her mouth.
"Mother of bikini wax! My lips! Oh!" Molly yelped, covering her mouth, knees buckling at the pain.
"Uh, buddy, don't you think we have bigger things to worry about?" Nightcrawler said, undoing Molly's inhibitor collar.
Then...
"REMY MIIIIIIINEEEEEE!" Anna tore through the wall, destroying the set around her. Walls were smashed to bits, the stage got it's edge lopped off by one of her arms. She flailed around so much that she created a rift through the middle of the stage, opened up so you could see the metal support beams and wiring holding it together. Even pieces of the bars above them holding up the lighting came crashing down with loud smashes into the floor. She then picked up Remy's chair, clutching the chair and him in it to her massive blob of a body.
"AHHH! CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS?!" Remy yelled.
"You're right, much bigger," Molly nodded, "Guys, back up. I've gotta save my boy before Anna tries to rip him in half on their wedding night."
"...What?" Rogue blinked, staring blankly.
Molly shifted into a dinosaur form. Not the spinosaurus, that was too much firepower. She needed something big, but gentle enough to pick Remy up and get him out of harms way. This called for the mighty, huge bracheosaurus. Mollys body exploded upwards, side ways and lengethend out all at once. She was as tall as a skyscraper and as long as a few schoolbuses put together, with a mottled coffee and umber color leathery skin, with some tan streaks. leathery skin. Everyone below her ridiculously long neck looked like dolls, but ahead of her, She dwarfed Anna by several feet and probably outweighed her too by dozens of tons. (And thanks, Remy, for almost telling the entire GALAXY a girls weight. Fantastic. It was to save her life, okay, but jeez. He did it so willingly.)
Anna was finally speechless, just staring at Molly's new, huge dinosaur form. She clutched Remy a little closer, more posessively, to her body with a soft "Mmff!" sound. She reminded Molly of a child trying to keep their toy to themselves. Sorry 'lady', but this was one toy not meant to be shared. Molly gently grabbed hold of the chair with herbivore teeth, setting Remy on the floor where their friends undid his restraints.
Molly stared at Anna and Anna seemed to stare back.
"NOOOOOO!" Anna yelled, lunging at Molly.
Well, so much for a peaceful resolution.
Molly tried to step out of the way, but she was way too big. Anna tackled her to the ground, rolling Molly on top of the many now empty seats, her tentacles wrapped around Molly's body and very, very long throat. Molly wasn't sure if a brachiasaurus could actually _be_ choked, but she didn't want to find out. Only thing to do, morph back. Her body shrank quickly and the tentacles loosened to nothing. Anna looked as confused as a fourty-foot blob could look, seeing Molly shrinking back to human sized. As per usual with a gigantic morph, Molly was laying uncomfortably on a pile of broken yellow studio seats, breathing heavily and sweating buckets.
Anna must've seen her opening, so she took it. She seemed bent on destroying Molly like everyone here wanted. The massive tentacle came down. What a way to go! Molly winced, hoping Remy and her friends would be well looked after and look after each other. Be happy without her.
BAMF
"It's not polite...nngh!...to murder the only woman that ever meant anything to me," Remy winced with one eye open because the other was bruised, holding up a kinetic energy bubble around himself, Nightcrawler and Molly. He was holding where his ribs were with his other hand. Anna had obviously broken them, but at least she hadn't suffocated Remy.
"R-Remy. You saved me," Molly said weakly, smiling a little.
Anna considered all this. She withdrew her gigantic arm and seemed to relax.
"RAAAFHFHGHHH! HURRRRRRGHLLLLL! SPSSSSSSSKKKTTT!"
"What'd she say?" Remy asked Chad, who was cowering behind a felled piece of the set.
"Uh, She said she's very sorry and didn't mean to get in the way of true love." Chad stood up, "And that sometimes fangirling just gets the better of her. She'll leave you two alone now."
Anna left the set through the hole in the wall she'd originally come out of. She was just about to squash Molly and all it took was a declaration of true love for her to change her mind? Just like that? Aliens were super weird.-Not that Molly was complaining.
Nightcrawler helped Molly up again and the three of them teleported back to the team.
"Did you guys find a way out of here?" Gambit asked.
"Not yet, but at least we're all back together," Cyclops said.
Everyone looked around, expecting the worse to happen yet again.
"We're done playing your crazy, stupid games, Mojo," Cyclops announced, "Let's talk this over and end it now."
"You want to talk? Fine!" Mojo's voice said out of nowhere.
The team found themselves transported into a large room. There was a desk and a shiny tile-like floor, but other than that, no decoration. Mojo was behind the desk. "Let's talk, my little money makers."
"I don't want to talk," Molly said, "I want to send him into the next demension! Make him cry like a baby!" She started marching forward, but Remy pulled her back, holding her around the waist.
"Slow it down, Petite. We all want a piece of him, but like Cyke said, we should talk this out. We're all adults here," Remy said.
"I love her fire! That tenacity! The audience may hate you, Molly, but I have always found you very entertaining!" Mojo said.
Molly just glared, trying to bring down her rage. She was so upset, she was shaking.
"Do we really _have_ to talk this out?" Rogue said to Scott, "I was hoping to rip of that weird tail of his for a start.
That thing gives me the creeps."
"Please, please, please?" Molly begged Cyclops, hanging onto his arm awkwardly, "I'll do your chores for a month!"
"Molly has been after him for two days straight, Hommes," Remy said to the fearless leader.
"Flattering, but I'm married to the job," Mojo said.
"Not like that!" Molly screeched, letting go of cyclops.
"BEEP! BEEP!" a short alarm sounded.
"This is dropping ratings! I don't believe it!" Mojo looked at a small holographic screen in front of him.
"Dropping ratings, huh?" Cyclops smirked, "Well, looks like we found our ticket out of here. Forget talking."
Scott unleashed an almost gleeful sounding optic blast, but it went through Mojos body. The projection in front of them flickered a couple of times.
"I'm not stupid," the Mojo hologram smirked, "Anyway, you're in the five percent now, you're useless to me.
Maybe I can see what the Avengers are doing these days. This young adult romance and adventure stuff really isn't that great. I know I can find something much more entertaining!"
POP!
The team appeared back in Xavier's office.
Charles, Logan, Ororo and Hank just stared at them in shock.
"My word! You're back!" Ororo said, eyes wide, putting a shocked hand to her mouth.
"Yeah. It was the trip of a lifetime," Molly went over and hugged Ororo hard.
"We couldn't locate you here. Where were you? How did you ever survive? You were gone for days after Molly left." Charles demanded to know.
"That's a really long story," Scott said, "Let's go downstairs and we'll tell you all about it, Professor."
"Remy, we didn't get the chance to save Kelly and the others," Molly said to Remy as they hung back a moment.
"We really didn't, I know. Maybe we can work something out. We've done the impossible before," Remy said,
"We'll work on it. They're safe for now where they're at, that's what matters."
A couple weeks later, Molly made good on her promise and went with Remy to get his wisdom teeth taken out. She joined afterwards, sitting on a short teal stool next to the long chair inside a pristine, tan and beige dentists' examination room.
"Baby? How are you feeling?" Molly was there as Remy came out of the anesthetic.
Remy blinked a couple times.
"Heyyyy Molly! I feel great!" Remy said. (His mouth was filled with gauze, but his muffled words were easy enough to understand.)
The anesthetic was obviously going to take a while to wear off. "Wait, what happened?"
"You had all your wisdom teeth taken out. Now you're coming out of the anesthetic...barely." Molly tried not to laugh.
"Really? Well, good riddance to them," Remy said, waving away dramatically.
The nurse came over, handed Molly a sheet of instructions, and helped Remy out of the room. Kurt was waiting for them in the lobby to drive them home.
"Kurt, did you know you're blue?"
"Yeah. Remy, did you know I broke one of your vintage jazz records?"
"It's cool. I never listen to those anyway."
"Oh, wow," Molly said, "He's _really_ out of it."
At home, they helped Remy to bed. He relaxed and they were just relieved that he'd made it through the whole procedure alright.
"Uh, I believe the correct expression is 'knock-knock'?" A voice said behind Kurt and Molly.
Molly turned around to see Dax and Kelly standing there.
"Dax! Kelly! You're alive!" Molly shrieked, running over to hug them, "We couldn't get back to you before we left Mojo World. We tried looking for you, but it didn't work. I'll tell you about it later."
"Yeah, we're okay though. We escaped. Riley too," Kelly said, "We wanted to come visit you sooner, but we got a little lost finding your planet. Then we had to navigate just right to land in the front yard."
"Dude! We know aliens?!" Remys eyes went wide as he sat up.
"Uh, I'm not sure you came at the _best_ time," Molly put a hand behind her head, smiling, "Remy just had surgery. I don't know if you guys have anesthetic out there in space, but he's really not himself right now. Loopy, out-of-sorts, not all there, riding the happy space ship. That kind of thing."
"Surgery doesn't require anesthetic on our planets," Dax said, "But I've read about the effect."
"Hey, I kind of remember you now," Remy said, "You hit on my girl."
"Yes. Sorry about that, Remy," Dax said, "It was a mistake."
"You better be sorry," Remy glared, "She's mine. Unless they clone her, then you can have the other one. I don't need two girlfriends, I...I only need one." Remy started drifting off to sleep.
"Darn right you only need one," Molly pulled the blankets over Remy, letting him dream peacefully.