"Wait up, why are we going this way?" The forest swayed as bolts of red and blue rushed through the dense thicket. "HELP, SOMEBODY!" The red streak suddenly jolted right and blue trailed. Suddenly, Mirus ducks and takes cover behind a bush as Napoleon stumbled into a crouch. The scene revealed broken stumps and charred grass as tracks showed a massive monster slowly approaching. Snarling and fuming, it was staring down at a person, prey who it has cornered. "Before you do anything irrational, know we can't go out of our way to save someone, sometimes, they are just lost c-" The guttural roar of a beast before the flaming of trees in a direction indicated that she already made her choice. "In that case, time for plan B." Napoleon also jumped out revealing a revolver and emptied his clip, staggering the monster. Napoleon and Mirus stood back to back, and the monster gave a snarl before charging at the two. It swiped its claws before firing a mighty inferno stream, but it kept missing. Napoleon fired round after round, parrying strikes while Mirus discharged bullets from her arm cannon and swiftly dodged blows from the monster. After one final flame sweep, the beast went down.
"Thank you oh thank you people, I don't know what I would have done without you two!" "Heh, someone else finally recognizes the heroics of me, Napoleon, future emperor of France!" "Pretty cool, mind if I join you both, I'll be honest, I'm kinda lost." "Sure, why not, besides, this side quest has skewed my timeframe and I'd welcome another companion in my GLORIOU-" "Okay, let's go." Mirus then dashed away. Napoleon and the other person looked at each other and shrugged. The new addition to the group was wearing a lavender hoodie along with black leggings. She had blue eyes along with long lavender hair.
"So, what's the deal with that lady, she seemed like she was a bit annoyed." "I can't possibly fathom, I'd say find out for yourself, anyways, we must get going, after all, we are running short on time. "Sure, I'll find out once I get the chance." The person smirked and the two began to dash into the fields to continue the plan. "So, where you from?" "Ah, my dear colleague, I stem from humble beginnings, then expanding France to heights never seen before!" "Wait, you are Napoleon, as in Napoleon Bonaparte straight up?" "Not really, consider me more like an upgrade, I had unified Europe until I was sucked away by that dastardly program and forced to play chess with a bunch of cheating monkeys. After that, one day, I managed to escape and waited for my chance for true conquest and revenge, and after that is history." Napoleon declared. "You forgot to mention the parts right afterwards where you got beaten multiple times by a random guy with a gun." Mirus sarcastically remarked, slowing down.
"WHAT? No, that isn't true, besides, even if it was true that would imply that you also failed many times from that guy as well!" "So?" "What do you mean SO? How can you live with yourself for losing to such an underwhelming opponent?" "You are doing it right now." "WHA-, never mind, look, this never happened, this small talk isn't getting us anywhere." Napoleon concluded.
"Look at who's finally back." Quandale yawned. "Took y'all so long that I caught Jamarius, Henry, and Giannis lacking. Then again, I don't blame any of y'all for not being able to catch up to me, the one and only Quandale Dingle." "That's a silly name." "Alright, now who did you abduct this time?" Quandale stood up and sized up the new addition to this group. "Now what are you supposed to be?" "I dunno, all I remember was wandering alone and being taken somewhere before going returning and adventuring the woods." "Alright, since the plot never created a good way to introduce your name (you've got to work on that Blu) announce it now in the most out of person way possible." "No." Priscilla defied. "Eh, close enough." "By the continent what in the Russian Winter is Quandale blabbering about?" Napoleon questioned. "I have no clue." Mirus blankly stated. "Alright Quandale, I know you my homie and all but you really making me regret not bringing your pills." Jamarius said. "Since none of y'all are aware, this random girl's name is Priscilla, or something." "Interesting, uh, I guess that's cool." Henry Bartholomew remarked.
"Well, we better get going, time waits for no one." Giannis Bingus announced, beginning to walk away. "I don't know why, but I have the feeling that there are many people who are going to be joining us, there's a group right behind us isn't there?" This group turned around and faced a large party of 20 marching a hill across the fields. "Ah, my specialty, guests. Let me handle this." Napoleon began shuffling his hands. From the distance, one of the members of the group notices Napoleon's awkward attempts of communication and directs the group to march towards the French man. "Yes, just as according to my plan, amass an army of survivors an-"
Dirt landed around the party as their eyes got adjusted to the crater that had just formed. Where the marchers were just there now was the singe of smoke. Napoleon, the closest, was stunned. Under his breath, he muttered, "Dear god." "That's my name, don't wear it out." "Jordan Freeman." "Quandale Dingle, never thought we'd be chatting, you know, after you betrayed me." Jordan boomed, from the heavens a pillar of light reverberated his voice, flora bending and clouds dispersing to his presence. "Oh how it's been so long since I spoke to my "son"." "Nah m8, what you talking about, it has been only o-" "SILENCE! You only speak when I allow it, do you understand that. Have you been enjoying your second life so far? You've ought to be thanking me, trillions only got one, yet you still squander this, and that requires punishment. "This fool bout to eat dirt, he'd already attack us if he real." "Ah Jamarius, why I haven't ended your pitiful existences yet, it's be no fun if your friend, the original sinner to die so anticlimactically. Besides, this video call is going to end in seven seconds. Enjoy the company."
The pillar of light burnt out, revealing a singular humanoid figure draped in robes, face covered in cloth, one hand wielding a flaming mace, the other holding a scale. "Heresy." The scale tipped slightly to the left, though it was still on the right. "Sentence: one minute of punishment." The figure then began charging at the party.
"Nah mate, not going to work on us. I ain't scared of any of you." Quandale interjected. "Is that so?" "Yes." "Then tell me, if you are not afraid, what would be your biggest fear? "I'd be fine." "Really, is that the truth?" "Yes." "What about your friends and family?" "Who cares about them?"
"So be it." From the eyes of the others, the figure turned away from them and onto Quandale. "Y'all can leave, I'll handle this." And with the panicked evacuation, that left Quandale facing this being. The scale then slightly tilted to the right. "Punishment negated. However, know this, the benefit of the doubt only can compensate for so much. If you don't change, one day, you will slip, and when you slip, I'll be right there." The being then found itself alone. "Returning to Jordan." With a burst of light, the being disappeared.