"What the hell happened?"

Tifa was standing in what remained of her and Yang's room. Or, at the very least, what remained of the remains. There were charred remains of the beds, and the dressers were piles of ash. The only thing left that was salvageable, was the old photo they had of the two of them back when Yang crashed at her place.

"No clue. What was the last thing you heard?" Luke asked.

"Just an explosion. But she also had some screams of what sounded like a struggle." Tifa answered. She looked around, and found nothing. "I was just hoping… That she'd get better. Y'know?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Luke consoled, "But I never really knew that her anger issues were this bad."

"Nobody really did. She's good at hiding her emotions." Tifa noted.

"Should we go after her?"

"Where would we look, Skywalker? She hasn't been herself since she got back…" Tifa shed a tear. "I just hope that she's doing okay…"

Luke put a comforting hand on the bartender's shoulder, "I'm sure that she's doing alright."


"Rise, my servant."

Yang's body was now shrouded in a dark energy. Her body a deathly pale white, her eyes an eerie red, and the sclera a deathly black.

Her body looked weak. As if she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Hrmm…" Lex looked over their newest recruit. - A brainwashed Yang Xiao Long. "What was that spell of yours called again, Ganon?"

"Marcus Tullius nigrum foramen" Ganon replied.

"Wait a moment… That feels as if it means something." Lex pondered.

"Tch, well we may as well get her to the holding cells. We need to feed more dark energy into her if we want the spell to keep a hold on her soul." Ganon brushed off.

"Right. Put her in the cell next to Vader's. Let the fallen heroes comfort each other." Lex said.


"Hrgh!" Darth Vader struck another blow to the walls of his cell door. He always kept trying to break out. He was stubborn like that.

"You don't know the power I hold, you insufferable cretans!" he growled.

"Silence, old man!" Bass snarled, "You'll be getting some company soon, anyways."

"Tch, as if you can hold me." Vader snarled.

"Whatever. I got better things to do than to listen to your prattle-" Bass stopped as he heard some of his allies stepping into the holding cells. With them was the darkened Yang, and her corrupted body.

"Hmm, this was the best we could do? Whatever. This bimbo will make for an excellent pawn in our plan for dominance." Bass noted.

"Careful, Bass." Ganon advised, "This one still has a temper."

"And why should I care?" Bass asked.

"Little dragon, care to show him what you are made of?"

Yang rushed forward. Managing to kick Bass several times in the face, and unleashed a flurry of blows that resulted in Bass missing an arm.

"Heh heh heh… How does it feel?" Yang asked in a dark hoarse tone.

Bass moved forward to attack, only to find that his leg was so damaged, that it fell off. "Blast it!"

Behind his mask, Vader glared. This girl was supposed to be a hero. The way her body and soul were perversed…

There was a vow of revenge in his resolve. The less people seduced by the forces against good, the better.

"Xiao Long! Stand down." Ganon ordered. Yang looked back at her new master, and released the hand that she tore off of Bass from her mouth.

Vader bashed the door of his cell once more before noticing that Yang's communicator was sticking out of her pocket.

"Hmm…"

As Yang was being escorted to her cell, Vader used his weakened force abilities to grab hold of it.

"There must be a way to signal to the others about what has happened…" he muttered.

*CRASH!*

Bass was now seen with his arm in gun mode. "Not today, Vader!" He taunted, "looks like your rescue party won't show up anytime soon. Shame, really. I was hoping to destroy Mega Man once and for all."

"Give it up. My spell got to her and her free soul to corrupt it. In a matter of hours, she will be 100% a villain." Ganon laughed maniacally.


A red light started flashing on a console. To which Sam took notice of. "Alright, emergency beacon… Coming from Xiao Long… Location… Villain Hotel?" He asked in a shocked tone of voice, "What the hell?"


X: And to think, all it cost to set all of this up was the wrath of a bunch of whiteknights who apparently only accept vagueness from the makers of what they defend, and literally nobody else.

Wade: Huh. Hey, how did Ganon get-

X: Get a shard of Soul Edge? The answer is magic.

Pinkie: What about Zelda-

X: This takes place about a day or two after Godzilla's stomp through the city. She's exhausted.

Alexis: Tweet chirp tweet.

X: Yes. I'm aware that TvTropes ruins my life. What else is new?

Wade: Probably the edits to your TvTropes page that'll probably claim that this is all an ass-pull or a cheap way of doing damage control.

X: Figures.