Doody Era

[ClassicNickelodeon Fan 1]

This story gets ever more intense as it goes. Excellent job Nuggets, this show leaves me wanting more.

[Young Nug]

Episode 12: Homecoming, Part 1: Infiltration

 

Ex, JCM, Shinya, and Jjs dashed through the remains of the Entertainment District.  The three dashed past the destroyed Spin-Off theater. Shin and Jjs stopped after running a few steps past it, and looked back at the theater. The two looked at each other, silently acknowledging how far they had strayed from their quest.  They ran ahead. They skidded to a stop at the subway, where Ex and JCM were already standing. 

 

"This is where Termi disappeared?" Shin asked. Ex nodded. 

 

"Alpha was here, Termi ran down here, then I saw Alpha waving, and I had to get out of there. This is the last interaction I had with the S Team before you guys came back. Then you ran them over with your car, and they retreated back to the SBCastle. "

 

Shin looked behind him, into the grey sky, and over the buildings, he saw the very top of the SBCastle in the center of the city, where the leaders of SBC would stay. Shin squinted.

 

"And you said that they launched Nuggets and Dylan to Regular Time?"

 

"Yeah. Tied them up and shot them there in a cannon."

 

Shin shuddered. 

 

"That's awful."

 

"Not everything's bad, though. You guys running the S Team over lit a fire under everyone's asses. Everyone's out fixing stuff, helping. It's getting better." Jjs stepped in between Ex and Shinya. 

 

"That's not what matters though. The S Team tried to stop us from getting back, and somehow managed to brainwash 1j1 and survive a nuclear explosion in a contained area. They need to be defeated."

 

"But how, Jjs?" Shin asked. "We don't have the ray gun anymore. All we've got is the hoverboard." Jjs looked at Shin, then walked around the corner. Ex, Shin, and JCM all looked at each other in confusion. Suddenly, the Patty Wagon swung around the corner. 

 

However, rocket launchers, with missles in the shape of large clams, were popped out of the side of the doors, although the right one looked like it was coming out of the gas tank. The backseat was no longer just a back seat- It was a cockpit for someone to aim the rocket launchers, with a computer panel in the back. It looked like there were more weapons in the trunk, too.

 

"You forgot the Patty Wagon had cool weapons on that button panel, huh?" Jjs said smugly, gripping the wheel tightly. Shin grinned, and the clouds seemed to lighten up a bit. JCM ran and hopped in the shotgun seat. Shin hopped into the cockpit and began messing with the controls. The rocket launchers wiggled up and down according to how Shin moved the joysticks. When he pressed his thumb on the button, however, he shot a missile, which honed in on Ex. Ex looked at the incoming missle, then scowled at Shin, who shrugged guiltily.

 

"Sorry!" Shin called, as the missile neared Ex. Ex glowered.

 

"Shin, you're a piece of SHI-"

 

The missle impacted Ex, and he flew into the subway entrance. Shin, Jjs, and JCM stared at the smoking staircase into the subway.

 

"...He'll be okay." Shin said. "Jjs, you can drive, right?"

 

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that we possibly killed Ex?" Jjs asked.

 

"Yes. Now, if you can drive, show me now, and get us out of here."

 

Jjs backed the car up, spun it around, stepped on the gas, and peeled out, wheels spinning down the road.

 

"Besides," Shin said, wind blowing in his hair, "Ex will be just fine.

 

...Most likely."

 

= = =

 

Jjs was cruising down a street, flanked by many large buildings. Jjs turned right at Ex's Surf Shop and began laughing, thinking about how his journey began just about a week ago.

 

Jjs ripped through the crumbled remnants of SBCity at 90 MPH. CNF was in the middle of the road, moving a piece of broken building, when he saw the giant patty coming and jumped out of the way into a pile of rubble. He looked back at the patty, still speeding through the city, and yelled.

 

"That's the second time you've almost killed me in that thing!"

 

Shin turned around and glared at CNF.

 

"Next time, we really are!" He yelled, before turning back around and laughing. Jjs continued driving, blasting past SBCity into Jjs sped onto a forest trail, and looked through the trees for a fleeting glance at Rusty's train. He got what he was looking for. However, it looked very different from the last time he had seen it. It lived up to it's owner's name- It had rusted over and became a rough brown. The train wasn't moving on the tracks anymore, either. The train filled Jjs with a sense of horror that he didn't fully understand. He pulled off of the road and continued driving, heading towards his destination.

 

= = = 

 

Shin lifted up the door to SG's science garage and stepped inside. He smiled.

 

"Here we are, boys." He said. JCM and Jjs walked into the garage. On each wall, there were shelves adorned with weapons, and in the corner, a mini-fridge. The three began looking around for something to use in the inevitable fight against the S Team. Shin smiled widely and pulled out  a crowbar from a stack of crowbars on the shelf.

 

"Aw yeah," He said, "This'll get those S Morons good. I'm taking two of these, in fact." 

 

Jjs looked at a special type of glove that was on the shelf. It was blue, made of rubber, had a red circle on the palm, and the fingertips were yellow. He put it on, and admired how similar the colors were to his old ray gun. He held out his palm, and felt a warm feeling in the center of his hand. A bolt of blue electricity formed in the red circle and shot outwards, powerfully, out of the garage and into the air. Shin and JCM looked at Jjs and his glove in awe.

 

"Whoa!" JCM said. "Imagine how many Nintendo 3DSes you can power with that!" 

 

Jjs laughed.

 

"This is the weapon I'm bringing. This is awesome." 

 

JCM looked through the shelves with a wonderous look on his face. He eventually looked at a long, mighty, sword. The sight of it filled JCM with a feeling of power. JCM stared at for a long while. He took a deep breath.

 

"Guys," He said, "I know what I'm picking."

 

= = = 

 

JCM ran out of the garage, carrying the mini-refridgerator gleefully. Jjs and Shin rolled their eyes as JCM hopped into the Patty Wagon with the fridge.

 

"It was a smart idea to just take all the weapons and put them in the trunk," Jjs remarked to Shin. Shin nodded.

 

"I know. That's why I thought of it."

 

 Jjs snickered, stomped on the gas and began heading to his final destination.

 

= = = 

 

Long, long ago, right after the small group of rebels had been banned from the land of tv.com, the young Terminoob sought to create a land for the refugees. He created a castle for the king of this new land to reside in. Eventually, as SBC came into being, a city soon grew around it, but as times modernized, the castle was left as a remnant of the old days. 

 

Now, without a proper king, the castle was dark, and while Shinya knew it wasn't empty, it certainly felt it. That, and soulless. Shin looked at the drawbridge, drawn all the way up, blocking his way in. The Patty Wagon was parked at the edge of the moat. Jjs looked at the drawbridge, and JCM stared as well. Jjs cocked his head. 

 

"Looks like it's time to use our shit." 

 

Jjs shot a ball of electricity from his glove into the wooden door.

 

Nothing happened.

 

"Well, that sucked."

 

"What do we do?" JCM asked. There was a note of hopelessness in his voice. It was night now, and the light of the moon and the Patty Wagon's headlights illuminated the grassy land that surrounded the moat. Shin looked at Jjs and JCM. He walked over and hopped in the Patty Wagon, and stretched out in a relaxed pose.  

 

"Uhh..."

 

"What are you doing, Shin?"

 

Shin looked over. 

 

"Relaxing one last time before the massive injuries we're gonna get from doing this."

 

"Doing what?" JCM asked curiously. Shin reached out and grabbed Jjs and JCM by the neck collars and plopped them down into the Patty Wagon's front seat. Shin reached over the windshield and propped open the hood of the car. He fiddled around with the dual fryers, and then pulled a wire back into the car. He handed it to Jjs. 

 

"Electrocute that wire when I yell go."

 

"What are we doing, Shin-"

 

"Just trust me, Jjs." Shin said in a calm voice. Jjs stared at Shin for a while. Then he nodded. Shin drove up to the edge of the moat, directly in front of the drawbridge. Then, Shin began backing up rapidly. Shin was almost half a mile backed up onto the street, when he stomped the gas pedal and began speeding directly towards the giant wall of wood. They were almost about to hit the water now- JCM was screaming. 

 

"GO, BOI!" Shin screamed. Jjs blinked tightly and felt the warm feeling in his glove hand. The wire electrocuted, and the power Jjs sent to the wire went into the engine, making the Patty Wagon speed up super quick and the electricity gave the wagon a little jump, just in time for it to clear the moat and hit the wooden bridge at 290 MPH. 

 

The car crashed through the wood, skidded into the SBCastle's foyer, sparking the whole way, until one of the steel belted pickle wheels broke off, and the wagon toppled over and sent JCM, Jjs, & Shinya out of the car and onto the slick glass floors. The patty continued sparking and rolled into the staircase. All of the weapons toppled out of the trunk, along with the box the ultimate Spin-Off was contained in. 

 

However, JCM, Shinya, and Jjs didn't notice, because they were too busy patting each other on the back and congratulating themselves on not dying. They were so busy congratulating and taking notice of the nice castle, that they didn't even hear Alpha and the rest of the S Team sneaking up behind them. So caught up in themselves, that they didn't see the S Team steal the Spin-Off they were supposed to deliver, or the multitude of weapons they took. And they didn't hear the S Team sneaking up behind them with chloroform rags, either.

 

Not until it was much, much too late.

 

...Too late for two of them, at least. 

 

-Fin.

[Young Nug]

Episode 13: Homecoming, Part 2: The End

 

JCM woke up. Bright yellow light blinded him at first, and he covered his eyes. The floor was slick and glossy, almost glass-like. As his eyes adjusted to the light, JCM began to stand up. When his eyes had fully adjusted, he was surprised. 

 

He was still in the SBCastle's foyer. 

 

"Huh." JCM said. "That's weird..."

 

JCM tried to recall what happened after the Patty Wagon had crashed into the castle, but he couldn't. He looked at the staircases that coiled upwards, and then realized that the Patty Wagon was nowhere to be found in the large, brightly yellow room. JCM ran up the stairs, and looked down the long hallways on both ends. JCM lightly treaded down the hallway, looking into each room. In most rooms were ordinary things, like beds & tv's, stripper poles, the usual, except S Team posters were plastered everywhere. JCM came to the end of the hallway, and went up another staircase.

 

"I have to admit," JCM said, looking at the staircase, "This place really is beautiful." JCM got to the next floor, and admired the hallway. This hallway was narrower, and had a beatiful stainedglass window. Directly across from this window was a door, the only door in the hallway. Out of this door, a strange glow emitted. JCM slowly snuck near the door, and as he did, voices and mumbles became audible.

 

"Where do we take them?" 

 

"Anywhere. They're pointless now, without those weapons."

 

"Let's make a demonstration of them like we were supposed to with CNF."

 

There was a murmur of agreement.

 

"And that box of paper?"

 

"Keep it. It could be important." 

 

"Where is the third member of their little team?"

 

"We left him down there. We'll get him later, but he seems very unimportant. And also black."

 

JCM leaned in to hear more of the conversation, but in this action, he fell forward and crashed right in front of the door. 

 

Looking into the room, JCM saw several things. Shin and Jjs were asleep, floating in the air, being levitated. The S Team was all looking at him, hoods on, as always. Behind all the S Team members, however, was a large metal case, that looked like an oversized power box. On the metal box, a post-it note with the letters "ACP" was stuck. JCM cocked his head at the S Team and the note. One of the S Team floated over and gripped JCM by the throat.

 

"What are you doing awake?" It breathed. It's breath was cold. JCM rifled through his brain for something to say, but, as usual, it landed on the wrong thing. It usually did.

 

"Uh....Sandwich?" JCM said. A small chuckle emitted from the hood. JCM almost wondered if he had done something right. Then the laughing stopped. Nope. The S Team member pulled back it's hood, revealing the face of a middle aged man with a newly shaved beard. JCM looked confused.

 

Suddenly, the man's face opened, splitting into four pieces, all revealing another giant mouth. He unleashed an earsplitting scream that was so painful that JCM covered his ears. The S Team member let go, and the scream's power was such that it sent JCM straight out of the stained-glass window, into the cold night air, and through several buildings. JCM could feel his consciousness fading due to the pain as he began falling downwards towards the ground, and he was already out cold before he hit the pavement with a sickening crunch.

 

Before he did pass out though, he felt, and saw the giant rumbles that rocked the city, and at once, he knew what they were.

 

And then he did pass out.

 

A rustle.

 

= = =

 

Shin woke up. His sight was blurry, but there was very little light (it was nighttime). As Shin's sight returned, so did his hearing, and he suddenly became aware of everything at once.

 

First, he was tied up. Secondly, he was tied to the Xat Fountain, and Jjs was right next to him. Thirdly, the majority of SBC was crowded around the fountain, many of them screaming. He looked up, and saw Alpha floating, looking at him, or at least facing him. Fourthly, Shin noticed his crobar was still in the leg of his pants. He smiled weakly at this, glad he put it there.

 

Fifthly, and most important, two 40-foot trolls were flanking him on either side. 

 

Alpha smiled. 

 

"Ah, our friend Shinya is finally awake." Alpha laughed. "So sad that you've awoken only to meet your demise, though." Alpha raised his hand, and Shinya and Jjs began slowly rising. Alpha turned them horizontally, so that their fronts were pointed at the night sky. They saw the trolls' ugly faces leering at them. 

 

From below, Shin could hear Alpha speaking about a demonstration of some sorts, how SBC would pay, and how these trolls would soon teach them a lesson, how he would ruin their lives. Shin looked at Jjs as the two continued floating upwards. Jjs smiled grimly.

 

"Hey." He said, in a soft voice.

 

"What's up, Jayman." Shin said glumly.

 

"Well, we're about to die, I guess. We didn't deliver the Spin-off." Shin smiled a little.

 

"Nah. We didn't save SBC, either."

 

"Well, any plans to get out of this?" Jjs said, although it was more of a rhetorical question. He knew the answer. However, Shin smiled.

 

"Actually-"

 

"Aw, how cute! They're exchanging last words!"

 

Shin scowled as Alpha ascended upwards, laughing.

 

"That's funny. What's it like, Shin? How's it feel to not be banned, but killed?" Shin said nothing, looking into the air ahead. Little did Alpha know, he was silently loosening the ropes. 

 

"Any last words?"

 

"Yeah, three."

 

"And what would those be?"

 

"Fuck off, bitch."

 

Alpha laughed. His voice was projected so that all the members down on the ground could hear. Alpha turned from Shin to Jjs.

 

"Your pal's pretty rude, Jjs. What's it like, dude? How does it feel to be near the edge of death?"

 

Jjs pulled a snot lump from the nastiest depths of his nose canal, and combined it with a huge glob of spit he had been saving in his mouth to create a truly disgusting loogie that flew from his lips straight into the face (or what Jjs could see of it) of Alpha. Alpha screamed and Jjs and Shin laughed.

 

"Nice one, Jjs."

 

Alpha looked from Shin to Jjs, and then slowly levitated Jjs away from Shin. Jjs looked confused.

 

"What're you doing?" He asked.

 

"For that, I'm going to let you watch your friend here get beaten to death by two trolls. I have a worse fate in mind for you."

 

Jjs looked at Shin worriedly as Alpha called the two trolls over and levitated Shin to a vertical position. Shin winked. The trolls were green in appearance, with big, dirty blue cloths covering their bodies. They readied their giant bats, ready to beat the life out of Shin. Shin looked down to the ground and thanked God that he was right above the Xat Box. His plan might just work.

 

There was silence for a minute as the moon shone on Shin and the trolls and all of SBC watched him there, hanging in the air as if by magic. It was a quiet moment.

 

And then it was gone.

 

"KILL HIM!" Alpha shouted. The trolls took a giant, rumbling step.

 

"Or how about no?" Shin said. He pushed out his arms, and the ropes, which were so loose that they simply fell down off of his body. Alpha shrieked, and the trolls took another step. Shin reached into his pants, quickly pulled out the crobar, and threw it down as hard as he could. The trolls raised their clubs, and Shin looked down, silently praying for his plan to work.

 

And it did. Sort of.

 

The crowbar crashed into the Xat Box, and altered the Xat to the point that a shockwave emitted in a circular wave outwards, hitting the trolls in their feet, saving Shin. Alpha shrieked, and his power on Shin was weakened due to lack of focus. Shin began falling. So in that regard, Shin's plan worked. However, as the trolls fell, so did it's club, and that same club came down and hit Shin in the head.

 

The pain was dizzying, very painful. Shin could feel the world going black and coming back in random intervals. Shin crashed to the ground from nearly forty feet in the air, as well, and he heard a crack when his head smashed into the ground.

 

So in that regard, his plan didn't really work that great.

 

However, in a way, Shin knew he had won. He could hear the cries of the members as they crowded near him. He would be lost in the crowd. Alpha would never find him. Jjs would be okay, and they would see each other again. Eventually. They always did.

 

Everything would be fine in time. The world was slowly getting blacker, but Shin found it funny.

 

"Ha, the world is slowly becoming more like Chris Rock...haha...It's funny because Chris Rock is black..."

 

Shin realized he was being carried. A voice that sounded kinda like Wumbo (but maybe it was Cha) kept saying, "You're gonna be alright...You'll be okay."

 

And maybe, just maybe, things would be. Shin gave into the pounding in his head and let the world go Chris Rock.

 

= = = 

 

It was early morning in the forest. Alpha's footsteps would have had a nice crunch on the wet leaves, if it wasn't for the fact that he was floating. He was carrying Jjs's limp body in his hands and grumbling.

 

"Shin got away. That's so fucking awful that I don't even....This one is going to pay. This'll show him to spit in my face."

 

Alpha arrived at where he wanted to be. He threw Jjs's body, still tied up, into the open train car. He looked at the heavily rusted train, that had been out of use for a while, and he laughed. He conjured some dark magic up with his hands, and shot the dark purple energy at the train. The train glowed purple, and then, began slowly coming back to life, chugging down the track that led to who knows where. 

 

"Have fun with the old Ruster! Tell him I said hi!" 

 

Alpha pulled down his hood as the train continued chugging away. And the jiggly face of ACS was revealed as he took down the hood, and that same face continued laughing as the train puffed black smoke into the air. 

 

And soon, the train was gone.

 

= = = 

 

Shin woke up. Again. 

 

He was in a hospital bed. He sat up immediately, but almost as quickly fell back down in pain. He looked around at the white room. An episode of Community was playing on the TV. Shin looked around at the empty hospital room, and decided he was going to get out. He pulled the IV out of his arm with a wince and slowly got to his feet (he realized he was shoe-less). He noticed how cold it was and how the hospital toga he was wearing wasn't sufficient at all. 

 

The door of his room flew open. Shin hobbled outwards and noticed that the hospital looked rather destroyed. The lights flickered dimly, and the smell of the hospital was gross and moldy. Shin reached the reception desk and saw there was no one there. Shin looked around the Hospital lobby and wondered what happened after the battle with Alpha. Shinya looked back down the dim hallway.

 

Someone was shuffling down it.  

 

Shin squinted and smiled when he realized it was Wumbo. He waved. Wumbo continued shuffling. Shin frowned and slowly hobbled towards Wumbo. However, when he got close, he froze up, pushed Wumbo down, and began hob-walking as fast as he could the other way. Whatever was hobbling down the hallway wasn't Wumbo. It was a red-irised person with black eyes that resembled Wumbo, but it wasn't Wumbo. No possible way.

 

But as Shin exited the hospital though, he knew deep down in his heart that it was. Something had gone wrong. 

 

The hospital was on the outskirts of SBC, and it faced SBCity. Shin looked at the ruins of his poor city. Although he was far away, he could see the crumbled buildings and black smoke that rose from the city, and he could feel the rumbling of the trolls. Shin looked at the city for a while, thinking of how long it had been since he had hit his head. He reached up and felt his head, covered in bandages. He winced, as it was still sore. 

 

Shin stared at the image of his broken city. He thought of the people he'd obviously have to save soon- JCM, Jjs, Wumbo, SG, Sauce, Clappy, all of them. He thought about the weight room in the hospital he could use to build up strength for a little while. He thought about the S Team and the serious asskicking he was going to have to give Alpha. He thought about the Spin-Off he never managed to deliever. Shin looked down at the ground and noticed a long metal pole. He smiled. 

 

"So, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage right now, yeah. They destroyed my city and split me up from my pals. But, mark my words, I'm gonna save SBC, and fuck up the S Team super bad in the process. ...And I'll get around to delivering that Spin-Off eventually too. But for now, Priority 1: Fuck up Alpha and the rest of those losers. This could actually be fun."

Shin picked up the metal pole, threw it over his shoulder, smiled, and walked back into the hospital, whistling.

 

It wasn't the end.

 

Not yet.

 

-Fin.

 

Next time: Season 2

[SpongeOddFan]

Doody Era - Season 1

 

simply awesome, can't wait for Season 2

 

Final Grade: A+

[Young Nug]

Season 2 - Episode 1

 

-Episode 14: Rust

 

Jjs's eyes fluttered open. 

 

Instead of light filtering into his eyes, as he'd normally expect, darkness and the sensation of nothing greeted him.

 

A shaft of light passed him, briefly. Then more darkness.

 

A passing shaft of light, then shadow.

 

Buckling, light rocking.

 

A bale of hay underneath his bottom. 

 

Jjs was on a train.

 

He knew exactly which train he was on.

 

And this was possibly the worst realization Jjs had ever had before.

 

Jjs didn't know how he got here- He remembered returning to SBC to save it, and getting captured, and then Shin saved them, somehow... Jjs whipped his head around from side to side, looking for Shin. When he fully remembered what had happened, however, he stopped looking and sighed. Jjs stood up and steadied himself, looking around for anything. He walked over to what he assumed was a wall, and pried it open. 

 

Light finally flooded into the train cart, and Jjs inhaled the fresh air. He squatted, preparing to jump out of the cart, but then Jjs took a good look outside. 

 

The train was barreling through the middle of a quarry- and by the looks of it, it was nowhere near SBC.

 

In fact, it looked like it was in the middle of nowhere.

 

"Shit." Jjs said.

 

"Well, look at that!" A voice called out. Jjs had never heard the voice before, but he had written about it many times. He shudderred.

 

"Our young guest has woken up! Isn't that just great?"

 

Jjs turned around and was greeted to the sight of Rusty, SBC's rapiest rapist.

 

Rusty grinned.

 

= = =

 

Jjs sat at the table in the dining cart, looking around at his captors. Rusty sat to the left of Jjs, looking at him, grinning. A man named Dale sat across from him, also grinning. Trophy sat on Jjs's right, but Jjs knew that not only was Trophy under some spell, because his eyes were red, but also that Trophy was fucking insane, and that he'd best keep to himself. The other members of Rusty's crew were in the back, sleeping, but Jjs was most surprised to see SOF at the table staring aimlessly into space. 

 

"He's not really SOF, you know." Rusty said. "He's kinda just like a body. We didn't want him to go all "SUPER RACE MWUHAHAHA" on us again, so when we found his body on that island out there in the sea, we just kinda re-animated him using Deliverance magi-"

 

"I really don't care, man."

 

Rusty glared at Jjs.

 

"Are you gonna eat your food?" Dale asked, eyeing Jjs hungrily. Jjs looked down at his half eaten plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and bread.

 

"Nah." Jjs said, pushing his plate towards Dale, who smashed his face into it and began rubbing it around.

 

"Dammit, Dale!" Trophy exclaimed.

 

"Shh, Trophy. Not now." Rusty said patiently. Jjs looked out of the window and saw more rocks, passing by in the afternoon.

 

"Where are we right now?" He asked.

 

"The destination isn't what matters, Jjs, it's the journey! The journey to getting raped, of course."

 

"What?" Jjs asked, alarmed. 

 

"Uh...Nothing." Rusty said. Jjs stared at him for a while.

 

"We're in a rock quarry right now. That's all I know."

 

"You don't know where we are?"

 

"We just got this train so we could go around and....Well, what we do isn't important, but we don't care where we are. I think it's time to sleep, don't you?" Jjs looked around at the mostly brown and red train cart, at his insane captors. He didn't really have a choice.

 

= = = 

 

They gave Jjs a whole cart to himself to sleep. The moon shone down through the window, and the cart was a nighttime blue. However, Jjs wasn't asleep. Jjs was sitting on the floor with a pencil Rusty had given him ("Don't do anything too nasty with it!" He had said) and was drawing out detailed escape plans on the wall. So far, nothing he had written would work, mostly due to the fact that he didn't know where the hell he was. Jjs knew that he had to get back to SBC, to see what had happened to it.

 

Jjs still couldn't believe that he was actually on the train he had written about so often. It was just such a wild twist to see how much of it was actually real. Jjs had underestimated how dangerous it could've been if he had actually been on it, and now, here he was.

 

The door to Jjs's train cart opened. Rusty and Dale stood in the doorway.

 

 "You're one of those kids that writes about us, right?" Rusty asked. Jjs looked towards Rusty, who looked strangely like someone he had seen on the internet.

 

"Yeah..." Jjs said nervously.

 

"Well, you know the drill then. Pull down your pants, get ready for the rape of a lifetime, etcetera, etcetera." Jjs gulped. As Rusty and Dale began unbuttoning their shirts in an almost bored and dejected manner, Jjs rushed to think, and came up with a quick solution.

 

"waitwaitwaitwaitwait-" Jjs said.

 

"Dude, calm down, it's not as bad as it seems. We do the nasty real quick, we take your money so we can buy coal and keep this operation running, we take you to wherever you want to go, give you a lollipop, and it's over. Simple." Rusty said.

 

"But, you don't understand!" Jjs said. "I....I want to be part of the Rusty Crew!"

 

Dale and Rusty stopped undressing, and looked at each other grinned.

 

"Well, are you qualified?" Dale asked.

 

"I've been writing about you guys for years, haven't I?" Jjs said. Rusty nodded in appreciation.

 

"You're right! Welcome to the crew, Jjs. You wanna jizzshake on it?"

 

"What?"

 

"You see, it's where I jizz on my hand and we sha-"

 

"Yeah let's not do that." Jjs said quickly. Rusty held out his hand, smiling. Jjs eyed it, and then shook it.

 

"This is just great! Another new member!"

 

Jjs sighed. He had bought himself some time, but at what cost?

 

= = =

 

It had been a few days, maybe a week. Jjs had been forced to observe as Rusty and his crew did their business to whatever poor soul happened to be walking by. Jjs never had to partake in anything (he was still in training), but Rusty had given him a few books on "The Art Of Rape: Special Techniques to Really Get 'Em Screaming", and Jjs knew that it'd be time for him to do it eventually as well.

 

One day, the train was running low on fuel.

 

"Aye, Jjs," Rusty said, "Go shovel some coal into the fire, will ya?" Jjs hopped off of his chair and began walking back to the final cart, eagar to get away from Rusty and the crew.

 

"Maybe we can get your first rape in today, too, eh?" Dale said, laughing. Jjs sighed. He continued walking back. He opened the back door of one cart, and looked at the next one in front of him. It felt  good to be outside, good to be in the rushing air. Jjs noticed that they had left the quarry a few days ago. When Jjs would take looks out of the window, he'd see weird things. He saw what looked like two bandits running from a giant fox. He saw a lot of picinic baskets in one area. For a few more days, the train drove through a forest, and now they were in a grassland. It was a weird grassland, though.

 

The trees had white stalks and there were no leaves on them- they were adorned with pink bubble looking things, almost looking like giant gum wads. Jjs jumped to the next cart.

 

'Is this all I'm gonna do?' Jjs thought, as he arrived in the coal cart. 'Is this the universe's way of being an asshole to me for writing about this place? Am I destined to be here forever?' Jjs coughed. The room smelled like coal, most likely due to the pile in the corner. As always, there was a window, casting light into the room. Jjs opened the engine, and a bit of fire roared out. There was almost no coal left inside. Jjs knew that he'd probably have to use the entire pile of coal today to fuel the engine. He pulled the shovel from the corner of the train cart and prepared for the bitter work.

 

After about 20 minutes of hard work, Jjs had shoveled all the coal inside. He wiped his sweaty forehead off, and sighed, breathing out soot. He put the shovel back in the corner, and looked at the corner where all the coal used to be. It was completely empty, and in it's place was some rope. Jjs, curious, bent down and looked at it.

 

"I guess this is what they use when they-"

 

But then Jjs stopped. The rope had a tag.

 

"Property Of The S Team," it read. Jjs looked into the corner, and saw a flash of sleek blue. He grabbed it, and he looked at his electric glove, and he smiled, the first real smile he had smiled in ages.

 

"So this is where they put the stuff they swiped off of me, huh?" Jjs felt the train halt to a stop. Jjs grinned even harder.

 

He picked up the rope.

 

= = =

 

Rusty and the crew sat in the dining cart, talking with each other about rapey things.

 

"Dude, my anal speculums are way better than any of yours." Rusty said to Trophy.

 

"True, but I've got the better one liners, ya know." Trophy said. "I mean, 'I'll take you under my wing, if you know what I'm saying' is so great. All the innuendo, y'know."

 

Everyone nodded in agreement.

 

"Hey, where's the new guy?" LAT asked. Right on que, Jjs stepped into the dining cart. The crew all looked at him.

 

"Hey, what's up dude?" Rusty said, smiling.

 

"Not much, man." Jjs said, cheerily. 

 

"Listen dude, there's this chick named Unlimitedcha outside, she needs a ride, we stopped the train for her. You ready to get it?" Jjs raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated way.

 

"Wow, really? In that case, yeah! Let's get it!" He held out his hand, and Rusty clapped it before shaking it vigourously. Rusty didn't notice, however, that Jjs's hand was gloved. Rusty's shake got less and less vigorous. A buzzing noise became audible althroughout the room, and then a smell of smoke. Rusty began vibrating (hehe), and Jjs continued to grip his hand, smiling. Rusty began foaming out of the mouth, and his hair twinged at random points, becoming frazzled. Jjs let go, and sparks of electricity flew out of Rusty's body as he shot across the cart and slammed into the wall. Trophy stared, not entirely sure what just happened.

 

"Um..." He said. He turned around, and he was met with Jjs's outstrectched, gloved hand in his face. 

 

"Zap." Jjs said.

 

= = =

 

Cha waited outside worriedly, biting her nails. When she heard the train door open, she whipped around with her spray can of pepper spray, but when she saw who hopped out, she put it down.

 

"Jjs!" Cha cried. She ran to him and gave him a hug. Jjs laughed.

 

"Hey Cha." She let go of him.

 

"Is this SBC?"

 

"Er....No." Cha said, looking at Jjs confusedly.

 

"Then how'd you get here?" Jjs said.

 

"Clicked the wrong link while browsing SBC one day." Cha said. "I'm kinda glad though, because I got outta there."

 

"What's it like back there?" Jjs asked. "Is the S Team gone?"

 

"No." Cha said sadly. "They're there in full force, and they've implored some sort of mind control on a lot of the members there."

 

Jjs paced back and forth on the grass.

 

"Well, alright. I'm gonna drive the train back to SBC, and save everyone-"

 

"No!" Cha yelled. Jjs looked at her incredulously.

 

"You can't go back there, Jjs. There's stuff you need to do here!" Cha said. Jjs continued looking at her incredulously.

 

"There are still people in there, Jjs. In this city. I think they're SBCers. The S Team made a point of launching people out of cannons to different areas, and I think some landed here. That's why when my notifications told me you were near, I knew you had to save them. When I saw Rusty's train I was afraid, but I knew you'd be here, man." Jjs looked at Cha again. 

 

"Really?" Jjs asked. Cha nodded.

 

"Cha, I need to get back to SBC. I've gotta make sure-"

 

"Dude, listen." Cha said, going into her purse, and pulling out a map. She slapped it on Jjs's face. "This map shows where we are, and where SBC is. You can walk back after we save them."

 

Jjs sighed, then nodded.

 

"Fine. But on one condition." Jjs said.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"You can't come." Cha glared at Jjs.

 

"Are you for reals?" Jjs nodded curtly. He pointed at the train.

 

"You can find your way back to SBC by train, right?" Cha shrugged.

 

"Yeah. I guess."

 

"Get in Rusty's train, ride back to SBC, and PM me what it's like and who's okay. I need to know."

 

"You want me to get in Rusty's train?" Cha asked. Jjs nodded again, and eyed the map.

 

"It's fine in there, I knocked them all out and tied them up in the back. You should have enough coal to get back to SBC, if I'm looking at this map right."

 

Cha scowled at Jjs for a minute before walking toward the train.

 

"Fine. The people I heard calling for help were towards the back of the city. You better save all of them, Jjs."

 

Jjs crossed his heart with his finger.

 

"Scouts honor."

 

Cha snorted.

 

"Do you have any idea who the people might be?" Jjs asked, turning, ready to leave. Cha looked at the ground.

 

"Yeah. Just save them, alright?" Cha was about to shut the door to the train.

 

"Cha, you alright?" Jjs called behind his back.

 

"No. I need some spaghetti." Cha said.

 

"There's a plate of it in the dining cart!" Jjs yelled, getting further away. Cha smiled and slammed the door. Jjs heard the train start up after a while, and when he looked back, a thick trail of black smoke was already far away, and moving.

 

Jjs smiled and continued walking through the aclove of the weird, artificial looking pink trees.

 

= = =

 

He had arrived. Jjs looked at the dystopian city with crumbly buildings and fires within from the outskirts. The light-green, almost yellow grass had slowly greyed as Jjs neared the city, and the trees had thinned until there were none. Jjs looked at the sign that led to the entrance of the city. It was nighttime, and the sign was dusty, so Jjs couldn't read it. He walked to it, and dusted it off. Faded pictures of Finn and Jake, Mordecai, adorned the sign. Jjs started breathing hard.

 

"Welcome To Regular Time, Dylan's Greatest Creation for Fans of Adventure Time and Regular Show!"  The sign read.

 

"Shit." Jjs said. Again. He scowled, then stepped off of the grey grass and onto the road leading into Regular Time. He took a deep breath, then began walking, looking for a place to sleep.

 

It was beginning again. As Jjs walked in, he muttered to himself.

 

"I'm ending RRR the fucking second I get back to SBC."

 

-Fin.

 

Next Time: Skype

[I'M A TRASH CAN]

I wonder if you include the rest of the members of the SBC community.

 

But this show is awesome anyway .

[So Sejima]

Why am I always the psycho one put under spells that make me weaker?

[Young Nug]

2x02: Episode 15: Skype

 

Jjs yawned and rolled over. He pushed himself up off the ground and was glad he didn't have to squint, because the sky was grey. He stood up and stretched. He looked around at the grassy field he had slept in, shook some brambles in his hair out, and began walking into Regular Time.

 

"Can't believe I couldn't find anywhere to sleep in there. What a shit place."Jjs went inside, stretching. The plastic of his electric glove felt especially elastic this morning.

 

= = =

 

"Hello? Anybody? Y'all here?"

 

These were the words Jjs called into the dark and grey city of Regular Time. Jjs took special notice of the landscape, as there was a lot to take in. Jjs subconciously smiled at the fact that, even though nearly every building was destroyed and crumbling, the majority of them weren't even finished being built. Leave it to Dylan to have a city die before it even saw completion. Soot covered the ground, and it covered the top of all the candy themed buildings.

 

"Gotta admit," Jjs called out, "This place looks a lot like Adventure Time. Dylan got it just right."

Jjs wandered through the Candy Streets, taking note of important locales in the deserted kingdom, like Princess Bubblegum's castle and the Gumball Guardian replicas. Jjs continued his slow waltz through the long-abandoned forum, wondering soon when he'd meet these trapped members. 'This would be so much more fun with Shin.'  Jjs thought. 'Gotta find him when we get back.'

 

Jjs walked for a few hours through the Candy Kingdom, and when the grass started looking less like candy and more like watercolor grass, he figured he had arrived in the Regular Show portion of Regular Time. His suspicions were confirmed when he came to a giant sign that simply said "Park". The watercolor sky was becoming slowly more orange, and Jjs was surprised at how beautiful it was. He smiled as he passed through the gate, bathing himself in the warm sunlight. It was very peaceful.

 

And so, of course, it couldn't last. As soon as Jjs stepped through the gate, a giant screen materialized out of thin air. Jjs saw that it was being projected by several projectors on the ground. Jjs swirled around, seeing speakers in several of the trees located in the park. He covered his ears as hilaryfan80's face popped up on screen.

 

"Hello, New Regular Time Member!" His loud voice boomed across the park grounds. Jjs yelled.

 

"Dude, SHUT UP!"

 

"How has your experience been so far at Re-" The screen glitched. Jjs laughed mentally at this. Of course. hilaryfan80's face continued glitching, stuck perpetually at the same point.

 

"Regular Ti- Ti- Ti- Ti- Ti-" hilaryfan80's voice continued. After a few more repititions, a cavalcade of different voices and sounds started playing, all at once, as the screen slowly became more and more pixelated.

 

"Welcome, to Re- Adventure Time was created in 2010- Regular Show was the brainchild of J.G Quintel- Mathematical! Math- Math- Math- HAMBONE-"

 

At the mention of hamboning, hilaryfan80's voice became stuck in a perpetual screech and it continued with random phrases until it eventually stopped. Jjs sighed in relief. He then let out a noise of confusion as the deep orange sky became steadily greyer.

 

"What the-?" He muttered. Suddenly, hilaryfan80's face un-glitched.

 

"Who's ready for our newest Regular Time mini-game?" He said, smiling hugely. Jjs scowled.

 

"No one, man."

 

"Great!" hilaryfan80 yelled. "Get ready for... CANDY ZOMBIES!!" Jjs looked up in terror. As he did, he was greeted to the sight of hundreds of black squares opening up in the grey watercolor sky, and then he started running when he saw what was falling out.

 

Jjs made a fast break, dashing on the dirt path, hoping to God it would lead somewhere. As he dashed, hundreds of little brown bag-looking things cascaded from the sky, falling in a way all at once that was almost poetic. One fell right in front of Jjs and it split in half on the ground, spilling out sparkly green candy goop onto the ground. Jjs yelled and started running again. The brown, old, soggy zombies spilled out of the holes in the sky, slamming to the ground, bursting on impact, shooting green sparkly goo everywhere. It was a strange scene in it's beauty, and also it's grotesqueness. Jjs sprinted up the dirt path, and when he saw the park clubhouse, he grinned and sprinted harder. -SPLAT- Jjs yelled and drifted around the blast zone, before veering back onto the path. More candy zombies crashed down from the sky, and they were falling much closer to Jjs than before- he swerved every few seconds now, but the zombies were veering closer - he took a left, a right, ran straight, as more and more began to fall - he was almost there - another one, right behind him - the wind was whistling in his ears as they all crashed to the ground - Leap.

 

Jjs stuck the landing on the white wooden step, barely, and rushed up the staircase as fast as he could. Zombies were still bursting open on the stairs next to him. He slammed into the door shoulder-first, then recoiled and opened it and ran inside. He slammed the door behind him, and then leaned against the door and caught his breath. He opened his eyes and looked at the living room, an exact replica of the one in Regular Show. It was slightly destroyed, however, with the stair banister ripped off, and the whole room was a little worse for wear. It was dark, with the only light coming from the TV. Jjs looked at the couch, and took a step back. Two people were sitting on it, staring at him.

 

“I’ll be damned,” Dylan said. “Someone actually found us.” Nuggets laughed.

 

“PHASE 2 OF CANDY ZOMBIES WILL BEGIN IN AN HOUR! ” MDDP’s voice boomed.

 

= = =

 

“Aaaaand that’s when the S Team broke in, captured us, and catapulted us to this shithole,” Dylan said, sitting back on the bed.

 

“Wasn’t fun. Been here ever since. Fuck this place man.” Nuggets nodded, leaning against the trampoline. They were all in Mordecai and Rigby’s room, and were talking.

 

“Why haven’t you guys tried to break out before? Escape?” Jjs asked. Nuggets snorted.

 

“Dyl Pickle over here made the fences 40 feet high. No way to climb out. So just walk out, right? Nope. Every time we walk out, Dylan’s dumbass automatic hilaryfan80 minigame program shit plays and candy zombies fall from the sky. Then Phase 2 happens. There’s no way to get out. We’ve got nothing to fight them off.” Jjs held up his glove and charged up a ball of electricity.

 

“This isn’t nothing.” Nuggets smiled.

 

“Nice.” He said. Dylan snorted.

 

“Cool mitten, bitch, but we don’t all have one of those. Nuggets and I will be dead during phase 2.” Jjs stood up.

 

“What’d you just call me?” Dylan sat up, grinning.

 

“You got shit in your ears? I called you a bitch. That’s B-I-T-C-H, just in case you can’t spell for shit, either. Wouldn’t expect you to be able to, anyway, considering all that wax in your ears has probably cut off access to your brain.”

 

“Yo man, you wanna stop?” Jjs yelled, charging up his glove. Nuggets leaped up and ran inbetween the two.

 

“Hey, everyone just calm down, alright?” Jjs glared at Dylan, and he returned the favor. Jjs sighed.

 

“What’s Phase 2?” He said.

 

“It’s the ground phase,” Dylan yelled. “Where the zombies are on the ground, roaming. Get bitten, you get teleported back to the clubhouse. Every run Nuggets and I have taken has ended up with me or him, or both of us, being bitten. hilaryfan80 and I made the game too well.”

 

“Yeah, that’s the problem.” Nuggets said, rolling his eyes.

 

“Is there any other way out?” Jjs asked.

 

“No.” Nuggets said simply. Jjs gripped his nose between his forefinger and thumb.

 

“And there’s nothing we can do? I have to get you guys back to SBC. We can’t like...Crash the site, or something?”

 

“How would we-” Nuggets began, but Dylan shot up.

 

“OH! DUH!” Dylan facepalmed. “How had I not thought of that before?”

 

“Maybe you were just too smart to see it.” Nuggets said sarcastically. He and Jjs snickered. Dylan was not amused.

 

“Anyway. I can crash the site from my iPhone. I just need a good signal.”

 

“The roof?” Jjs suggested. Dylan nodded.

 

“That’s perfect. Just one problem. Zombies are everywhere, crawling the house and the roof. How am I gonna get up there?” Jjs grinned.

 

“Leave that to me.” He said.

 

= = =

 

Jjs swung for a little bit on the upper ledge of the window, before letting go, flying upwards. While he was upside down in the air, he saw the zombies covering the roof.

 

Lucky for him, they were all slumped on top of each other. In an instant, he shot one with lightning that was in the drainage pipe. The electricity lit up the whole pipe, and he shocked every single one on the roof. The zombies all disintegrated. Jjs completed his flip and landed on the lip of the drainage pipe.

 

“Now, Dylan!” Dylan climbed out of the window, onto the roof, and grabbed the house’s antenna. He turned on his phone and started fiddling with it. Nuggets climbed out and stood next to Jjs. The two started talking about writers, and when they were done, they looked up.

 

Dylan was gone.

 

The two scrambled to the top of the roof and scoped out the Park. They were just able to make out Dylan, who was running through the candy zombies as if they were holograms. He turned around and yelled.

 

“I glitched it! The site’s about to crash! Y’all motherfuckers better run!” Jjs and Nuggets turned around, and saw as a cavalcade of 1’s and 0’s began swallowing up Regular Time, like an advancing wall that was quickly moving towards them.

 

“AN?” Jjs said.

 

“Yeah?” Nuggets said.

 

“Let’s book it.”

 

= = =

 

Dylan, Nuggets and Jjs were dashing through the Candy Kingdom at breakneck speed. Jjs chanced a quick look back, and saw that the void of white was advancing quickly. When he looked back, he saw that Nuggets and Dylan were far ahead of him. He was slowing down. Jjs was getting very close to a work building with no glass in the windows on his right, and the void was at his feet now. He started screaming. He looked to his right, and then had an idea. He jumped.

 

Backwards.

 

He leaped directly into the void, where direction didn’t exist, and he turned so that the building with no windows was the floor.

Although direction didn’t exist in this void, gravity did, and Jjs fell towards the edge of the window building, which was being eaten by the void. He fell in a flying leap, gripped the edge, swung, and flipped through the glassless window. He flipped back to the regular gravity and landed on the floor, a little wobbly, but no worse for wear. He caught up with Dylan and Nuggets.

 

“If that wasn’t straight out of a Michael Bay movie, then I don’t know what is.” Nuggets said. Jjs laughed. The three began dashing crazily when they passed the back of the welcome sign, and the three crashed onto the ground when they entered the aclove of bubblegum trees. The three turned on their backs as the void moved slowly closer and closer. The whiteness stopped just short of the welcome sign. The void slowly expanded upward until the three could no longer see Regular Time anymore. Just a white square. Black letters slowly began appearing on the front of the block.

 

“Four….Zero...Four. E….R...R...O...R.” Jjs read. Dylan was clapping in the background.

 

“So you can read. I’m proud! I’m glad you can see that I’ve hacked my site. Now, how about let’s hurry our pretty asses up and get back to SBC so we can see what those fat retards have done to my other site, huh? Hurry up, bitches! Daylight’s burnin’!” Dylan turned around and began strutting out of the aclove. Nuggets and Jjs scowled.

 

“How did you deal with that all this time?” Jjs asked.

 

“Believe me. It was absolute garbage.” Nuggets replied.

 

“Maybe he’s like this because he just crashed his site?” Jjs offered.

 

“Nah, man,” Dylan called back. “I fuckin’ hated that place.” Nuggets snickered.

 

“Same.” Dylan turned around.

 

“I’m gonna beat your ass for that, man.”

 

“You must’ve forgotten that I’m black! There’s no way you’ll ever even get to me!” Nuggets began running around, with Dylan in hot pursuit. Jjs sighed as the two ran around. It was going to be a long trip.

 

-Fin.

 

Next time: Homecoming, Part 3005: Running Back To SBC With My Woes

[Young Nug]

2x03 - Episode 16: Homecoming, Part 3005: Running Through The Storm With My Woes

Jjs, Nuggets and Dylan walked along the train tracks in the early morning.

"So, who would you say your favorite writer is?" Jjs asked Nuggets. Nuggets smiled as he continued walking, thinking hard.

"Hm...For all the crap I give him, probably Aaron Springer, to be honest. I mean, I know he's written his fair share of-"

"Can you girls shut up for just a minute and stop talking about your male writer fantasies? I'd love to be alone with my own thoughts for just a few seconds." Dylan snarked. Jjs groaned.

"Are you always a wet blanket, or...?" Jjs asked. Dylan turned around.

"Dude, just be proud that I've made it through 48 hours with you losers. If I've got to go one more day with you guys, I might have to just kill myself," Dylan said, making a slashing motion across his throat and pretending to die.

"Lucky for you, you won't have to," Nuggets said, looking at the map, "We should be at SBC's gates by tonight."

"If it doesn't storm," Jjs muttered, looking up at the cloudy grey sky. Dylan snorted. A voice pierced the dark and dreary day.

"Did you say Storm?"

The three turned around immediately. Two men and a girl stood behind them on the train tracks, looking incredibly worse for wear. One man wore a baseball cap and a small blue backpack. The other wore a pair of fingerless gloves, and looked more militarial. He had boots, camouflage pants, dog tags, and sleeveless button-up shirt on, but the shirt was open, and the sleeves looked as if they had been torn off. Despite this look, the man looked almost French, had freckles and blond hair. It was quite a strange group. The girl had on a big poncho that resembled a drug rug, and red hair. She seemed like a very ditsy woman. Dylan snickered.

"Sorry guys," he started, "the gay pride parade's the other way." The group stared at Dylan blankly. Nuggets stepped in front.

"You'll have to excuse my friend here." Nuggets said, embarrassed. The blond man cocked his head.

"What's 'is problem?" He was French.

"He doesn't have a problem, he's just an ass." Nuggets said, smiling. Dylan scowled. "Who are you guys?" The man with the gloves spoke.

"I'm Jack. That's Pierre. And this girl here, she's Cherry." Jjs felt something activate in his head, but he wasn't sure what. Immediately he became tense. Cherry smiled and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you all." Nuggets reached out and shook her hand.

"Hey. I'm Nuggets, that's Jjs, and the rude guy is Dylan." Pierre laughed.

"'Ello, Dylan. I like your spunk." Dylan stared at Pierre.

"...Thanks." Everyone resumed walking.

"Where are y'all headed?" Nuggets asked.

"Uhhh." Jack said. Pierre quickly interrupted.

"We're 'eaded to...Ahhhh, SBC, I believe?" Jjs ears perked up, but his eyes narrowed.

"Huh," he said. "Us too." Pierre's eyes widened, but the reaction almost seemed fake, Jjs noticed.

"Wow, oui! Zat 'is crazy!" This guy's accent even sounded fake. Jjs clenched his fist.

"That really is insane. You guys get kicked out by the guys in the hoods too?" Jjs nodded.

"Sure did." Nuggets smiled.

"Well, that's great! Now we can all travel together. I mean, we've all got the same goal, right?"

"Yeah!" Cherry said. "Get back to SBC, and beat up ACS and the S Team! We've gotta do it!"

Dylan stopped and turned around. Jjs did the same. Nuggets kept walking for a minute, then caught on and did the same.

"ACS?" Dylan asked. Cherry froze for an instant, then relaxed.

"Uh...Yeah." She said nervously, however.

"How'd you know ACS was even involved in this?" Jjs accused. Cherry backed up. Pierre stepped up.

"I mean, it's a logical assumption, 'iz it not?" Pierre questioned.

"Yeah. It's kinda obvious. I mean, who else would attack SB-"

"Shut up, Jack." Dylan spat. An amusing contempt lingered in the grey air. "Answer Jjs's question, Cherry." Pure venom dripped in Dylan's utterance of her name. She gulped.

"Dude, like I just said-" Jack started, but he was cut off.

"Jack." Nuggets said. Jack turned to Nuggets's glare. "Shut the fuck up." It was a standoff now, Jjs's group against Pierre's. They all glared at each other, fear and loathing in every pair of eyes.

"Listen, we just want-" Jack started, but he was again cut off. Dylan roared and ran up to Pierre and decked him in the face. He crashed into the ground. Jack yelled. Even Nuggets and Jjs looked surprised.

"What the hell!?" Dylan turned to him, then got right up in his face.

"Listen here, I told you to shut the fuck up. You didn't listen, so-"

"Get away from him." Dylan turned to see Cherry, armed with a gun that glowed with a dark red energy. Her voice was deadly serious. She cocked the gun.

Then she started convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground. Jjs stepped out from behind her, his electric glove smoking. Jack looked back at his fallen commrades, and shuddered.

"...Why?" Jack said. Dylan laughed derisively.

"Next time you try to jump us, cover up the goddamn "S" tattoo on your neck. We're stealing all of your shit, by the way." Jack slapped his neck and swore loudly. He heard a rustle and whipped around, but it was too late.

"Zap." Jjs said, smiling.

= = =

The cave was warm, and the fire definitely helped. The storm Jjs predicted was raging hard outside. Lightning flashed outside at random intervals, and the thunder clapped as well. It was almost comforting. It reminded Jjs of one of his favorite scenes in Avatar.

The cave they were in was less of a cave and more of a base built into a hill that resembled a cave. Regardless though, it was safe. The three boys were snacking on some of the things left in the S Team members' bags. They were mostly silent, and Dylan looked particularly jaded. Jjs turned to Nuggets.

"Yo, AN. You remember that one episode of Avatar where Zuko-"

"If you two don't stop your Nerd-Fest before it begins," Dylan said calmly, staring into the fire, "I'm going to take this gun we got from Cherry and blow my brains out." Jjs stood up.

"Dude!" He yelled. "What the hell is your problem? You're an asshole usually, but this is a new level! I'm sick of it!" Dylan looked up at Jjs and snarled.

"Me being an asshole is what saved your life today. If I hadn't punched out that French dude-"

"I think we both know that you just wanted to punch somebody." Nuggets said quietly. Dylan stared at him for a minute. Then he stood up.

"I just want to know why you're being like this, man." Nuggets said.

"It doesn't matter!" Dylan yelled. "It doesn't matter why I'm acting like this, all that matters is that it's happening, and you've got to just fucking deal with that! Why is that so hard to accept?!"

"Because no one wants to deal with you being an ass all the time!" Jjs exclaimed. Dylan walked over and poked Jjs in the chest, hard.

"You have to deal with it!" He yelled. "You both just have to deal with it! We all have shit to deal with! I have to deal with you two being huge nerds and talking about some stupid show that has no relevance whatsoever! I have to deal with the fact that MY site is gone! That place was mine! I shaped it! Half of everything on that site was crafted or started by me! And then I just let it get taken! By some fat kid with a multiple personality complex! Don't you understand, you idiots?! THAT'S ON ME!" Dylan looked between Nuggets and Jjs, breathing hard. Then he looked into the fire, crackling and releasing embers into the air, for a long time.

"That's on me." He said finally. His voice quivered.

"Dylan-" Nuggets began, but suddenly, a huge boom rocked the cave. Dylan stumbled forward.

"Wha-?" He said. Nuggets stood up and ran outside, checking what the matter was. He dashed back inside, wet from all the rain. His face carried bad news.

"They're back."

= = =

Dylan ran outside, armed with the gun he stole from Cherry. Jjs stood in front of the cave, armed with his glove. Nuggets ran outside, armed with... His hands, I guess? Through the storm, the three figures of the S Team Sentinels were just barely visible. A flash of lighting illuminated them for a split second before they became figures once more.

"What do you want?" Dylan called.

"We cannot let you get to 'Ez Bee Cee." Pierre called back.

"Good luck with that," Nuggets yelled, "We've got your weapons!"

"We've got other things." Jack called solemnly. The three boys looked at each other confusedly, but these confusions would soon be answered. Jack screamed. It started off as a regular one, but as it continued, it grew shriekier and shriekier, until it sounded as if it would tear his very throat. The shriek broke the sound barrier and his sound waves became physical, became visible. They shot directly towards the three boys.

"MOVE!" Jjs yelled. The three jumped out of the way of the circular waves just as they crashed into the hill, blowing it into hundreds of rock pieces that flung through the air, smoking.

"Guys," Jjs said, "We've got to beat these guys."

"No shit." Dylan said.

"I've got Jack. Dylan, take Cherry. Nuggets-" Nuggets began running at Pierre. "Alright."

Pierre's power was simply super strength, Nuggets learned. A single punch was almost enough to knock him out, but he realized that the super strength tired Pierre out- his punches became increasingly weaker after ten minutes. Nuggets dodged in the rain, waiting for the weight of Pierre's powers to collapse on him.

Cherry's power was simply the abillity to shoot glowing red energy from her hands, and Dylan learned that it was painful to be shot. However, armed with his gun, he managed to beat her back and fight her off. Her gun had the same power, and only shot blasts of energy, but they hurt her too. He laughed as he launched blast after blast in her direction.

Jjs's fight however, was not going as well. Jack's sonic screams had force, and even when Jjs could push through them, the shrieks tore at his eardrums. Jjs ran at Jack, leaped in the air, and gripped his neck, forcing him to the ground. He electrocuted Jack's neck, effectively silencing his screams. Jack swing hard at Jjs, enunciating each attempted punch.

"Get- The- FUCK- Off- Me!" At "fuck", Jack's fist connected, and his punch sent Jjs flying backwards, slamming into the sopping wet ground. Before Jjs could even catch his breath, Jack was hitting him in the face, over and over, not letting up. It looked like Jjs was losing, when Dylan shot at Jack. He went flying backwards. Jjs looked at Dylan. Dylan held a thumbs up. Cherry ran at him, and a dagger gleamed.

"WATCH OUT!" Jjs yelled. Dylan turned toward Cherry, and shot a blast of energy at her, slightly aimed upward. It sent her flying high into the sky, a smoke trail following her. Dylan laughed.

"Your poncho was tacky as shit, by the way." He yelled into the storm, pointing at her poncho he was wearing. "It's cozy, though." Nuggets laughed as Pierre fell to the ground on top of Cherry, exhausted. He turned to Jjs, who was running from Jack.

"You can't beat me!" He yelled hoarsely. "My voice may be gone, but I can still kill you with my bare hands, boy." Jjs knew in his heart that Jack wasn't lying. He ran across the wet grasslands, hoping against hope to escape. As Jack started gaining on him though, he began racking his brain for ideas. He looked back at Jack, dashing towards him, a stoic look of determination on his face. Suddenly, a streak of white-blue lightning flashed between them. Both of them stopped for a moment, looking at the smoking heap of scorched earth. Then, it hit jjs.

Avatar was about to become more relevant than Dylan could ever imagine.

"Dylan!" He yelled. "Toss me your gun!" Dylan threw his gun across the land and Jjs leaped and caught it. He sprinted as far away as he could from Jack, and then jammed the large, metal sniper rifle in the ground. Immediately, lightning began to strike near it. Jjs smiled. As his plan moved through his head, the storm seemed to almost slow down. Jack ran at him in slow motion, every footstep of his splashing in the water, above the grass. He roared into the storm as lightning flared behind him. Jjs began moving, fluidly. He took a deep breath, and took his forefinger and middle finger and pointed them at Jack. Then, he pointed them to the sky, and began doing the dance he had studied since he was a kid.

He was going to redirect lightning.

He picked up the the gun with his gloved hand, and pointed it toward the sky. Almost as if on command, lighting shot down, attracted to the metal. Jjs felt the lightning move down through the gun, into his glove, but he also felt something else. He noticed the gun didn't glow red anymore. He dropped it. He then began a slow spin, moving his hand around, a trail of almost purple lightning following it. He opened his eyes. Jack was coming ever closer. Jjs took another deep breath, and put his hand to his chest. He felt the lightning move down his arm, into his stomach, and rebound, zapping up back through his arm and into the glove, more powerful than ever. He opened his eyes and flared his nostrils. He could feel his very hair standing up on end. He saw Jack could see the electricity and tried to slow down, but he was coming in too fast, now. Jjs unleashed the lightning from his glove, pointing his fingers directly at Jack, sending a vicious shot of erratic electricity straight into Jack's chest. He screamed as he was hit, and the electricity shot through his body, electrocuting him, raising him into the air. He shrieked and writhed as the energy shot all through him, and when the electricity was done with him, it shot him far off, into the pile with Cherry and Pierre. Jjs stooped on one knee and began breathing hard. He smiled. Dylan walked up to Jjs and clapped him on the back.

"Impressive work, man. Impressive." Jjs smiled. Then, Nuggets called through the rain.

"Guys! There's a train! Come on!"

= = =

The storm was mostly over now. The moon shone through the last of the storm clouds, and the sky was a nice blue. Jjs sat on the edge of the traincar as it sped on the tracks. It was heading through an open field, going the opposite way that Rusty's train was. Heading back home. They would hop off when they arrived, enter through the back gates. Dylan came and sat down next to Jjs.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." Jjs said. It was quiet, for a minute, the two just sitting, overlooking the fields that looked amost blue in the nighttime.

"What do you think they were?" Jjs asked, referring to to the S Team members.

"Expiriments gone wrong, I feel. Like, they were trying to make good members and accidentally made super-powered freaks. The S Team is just a bunch of weirdos. How'd you figure out ACS was behind it?"

"I remember him putting me on Rusty's train, vaguely. I just put two and two together. How'd you figure it out?"

"The bitch unmasked and gave Nugs and I a speech before he launched us to Shitular Time."

"Hm." Jjs said. There was silence for a few minutes. "So why are you really out here?" Dylan smiled.

"I wanted to apologize. For being an asshole, man." Jjs laughed.

"I've come to expect it."

"Yeah. I haven't been the nicest guy. It's reasonable though." Jjs shrugged.

"I guess." Dylan looked at Jjs, his hair blowing in the wind.

"What?"

"You act like it's all on you. I understand, man. SBC is important to me too. Very important. But that's not a burden you've gotta bear all by yourself. It's on you, yeah. But it's on me, too. It's on Nuggets. It's on Shin, wherever he is. You don't have to take all of the blame, all of the responsibillity. It's our site too. You aren't alone." Dylan looked at Jjs and smiled.

The two didn't say anything for a while again, as the train buckled and clacked on it's way back home. The wind blew in their faces, and the air felt good. For a minute, everything seemed alright.

"You're still a bitch sometimes, though."

"You had to ruin the moment."

- Fin.

[Young Nug]

2x04: Episode 17: Yeezy Street

 

"Cha, you see that bag? I'm gonna need you to get that." 

 

Cha stepped out of the darkness of the alleyway, shielded her face from the light, and looked at the bag, laying on the sidewalk. She smiled.

 

"Roger that." One quick dash across the street, and Cha stooped down to put her hand on the bag's strap. The sun stopped shining. Cha looked up. A tall blonde man with a baseball bat stood above her, grinning.

 

"'Allo," He said. "I am Pierre."

 

= = =

 

It had been a long time coming. 

 

In the distance, Cha could see SBC fast approaching. The tips of buildings and towers were becoming visible, just over the large wall that had sprouted up over the city. She saw the very top of the SBCastle's tallest tower. The train pulled to a stop in the station, and Cha hopped off.

The station was empty, of course. No one had been there to man it in about a week and a half. It had only taken Cha a few days to get back, but about one week and two days had passed since the S Team's takeover. Cha ambled slowly through the train station, looking at all the soot that covered the ground. Soft grey light bathed her. The ceiling was gone. She sat down on the tracks for a while, looking up into the sky.

 

"Definitely can't go in the city. Too many S Heads." She said aloud to no one. She stood up, and walked out of the terminal, into the large field around SBCity. In a way, the field's large emptiness was almost frightening. Before, this field had been bustling with new members, playing around, the screams of kids involved in nonsense games. Now there was nothing. Cha looked up, and saw the many floors of SBC's Hospital in the distance. With nowhere else to go, Cha began walking over.

 

Not that it mattered much. 

 

Whether any people were in Regular Time or not, Cha didn't know- those voices could've been anything. She just wanted Jjs to go in there to be safe. She knew that there was nothing to come back to, she knew it, but she had to make sure. Jjs couldn't be involved in that. This was her mission. Although when she really got down and thought about it, she wasn't sure herself what that mission was. But she was going to do it alone.

 

The hospital continued to loom in the distance.

 

= = = 

 

Cha cozied up to her hospital bed, hoping desperately to get to sleep. However, tears were in the way. Her city was destroyed, taken over by lunatics, all of her friends transformed into S Team puppets. They might never be the same again. As the reality of her situation started sinking in, Cha became wracked with sobs, choked ones. She pulled the curtain around her bed in an attempt for privacy from the prying eyes of nothingness- she wanted to be alone with herself, not the darkness. She cried into her pillow softly, trying not to let the full extent of her sadness release. How was she going to fix this? How was anyone going to fix this?

 

Suddenly, the lights flashed on, the curtain drew back, and Cha had six people pointing at her with an assortment of weapons on every side.

 

"Don't move."

 

= = = 

 

Pierre and Cha both gripped the bag tightly, looking at each other. Cha was squinting, looking up into Pierre's eyes. He had a smug grin, his white teeth glowing. 

 

"I dunno who you are, man, but I'm gonna need you to let go of this bag," Cha said carefully. Pierre laughed.

 

"Silly girl. You think you can hurt me?" Cha flashed him a smile.

 

"I don't think." The confidence in her voice made Pierre worry. He didn't show this however- he flashed a smile right back.

 

"I have backup." From behind him, a girl in a poncho holding what looked to be like a machine gun and a buff man with a baseball cap and messy black hair stepped out. They flanked him on both sides.

 

"What do you think now?" Pierre sneered, joy running through his voice.

 

Cha grinned.

 

A crunch. Cherry went on one knee, aimed her gun and looked around. Jack warily shifted his eyes. Pierre just stared at Cha, and Cha just smiled back.

Suddenly, a missile flew and blasted right past Pierre's head. He leaped out of it's path, screaming. He and his lackeys fell to the ground, and looked up. Cha was standing in a fighting stance, gripping two shuriken. Pierre shot her a confused look. Cherry held up her gun and put her finger to the trigger, but Pierre held up a hand.

 

Suddenly, it happened.

 

He leaped from building to destroyed building like a mad man, almost as if propelled by something. His stomps were powerful. He came to a crashing stop next to Cha, arms flared. He wore a dark button up shirt, and his hair was rather well combed. Dust gathered around him. He grinned. 

 

Clappy.

 

From the sky, fire blazed. A boy in a torn lab coat lowered himself to the ground next to Cha through the aid of rockets in his shoes. He touched down, landing on one knee. He looked up wildly, the goggles atop his head making no effort to tame his wild hair. He wore the remains of a lab coat, and an orange shirt underneath, the untamed beast within him showing through his smile.

 

CNF. 

 

She came from behind, skating on what seemed to be skates made of pure energy. In one swift move, she spun into the air and kicked Cherry in the face, before coming back down on her skates, sticking the landing, and skating over to Clappy's side, crouched to the ground with a hand balancing her, her leg out.

 

Sauce.

 

"Prepare for a clobbering, motherfuckers!"

 

Huge booms and that voice in the distance made Pierre shake. Out of nowhere, a wilder man than CNF came falling out of the sky, adorned with a tank top, a pair of gym shorts, a sharktooth necklace, and a pair of robotic monkey gloves that could crush a human's head like a grape if the opportunity arised.

 

Oh, and one sweet tan.

 

Old Man Jenkins.

 

The group stood, glaring at Pierre and Jack. After a moment, a young man walked through a dust cloud, fanning it away, coughing, two crowbars on his back and a black leather jacket adorned with flames. He stood in front and turned to the group.

 

"We're gonna have to work on that intro a little, guys, but it was pretty great for our first time."

 

"Fools!" Pierre spat. "Who 'arr you?" Shin turned his head, looking at Pierre incredulously. Then, with a swagger only he had, Shin turned around, hands pushed in his pockets. He smirked at Pierre.

 

"Who are we?" He asked. Then he laughed aloud. He brandished his crowbars and smiled at Pierre.

 

"We're the Re-Shin-Stance. And we're here to kick your ass."

 

= = =

 

Cha leaned against a corner in the bunker, arms crossed. Shin did the same. It wasn't a heavily lit chamber, but it was very large. CNF, Clappy, OMJ, Sauce, and SG were all sitting at a table, laughing.

 

"What is this?" Cha muttered. Shin smiled.

 

"This, my friend," Shin said, "Is how we're going to survive."

 

"I thought everyone in SBC was under the S Team's spell."

 

"Some. Not all, ya dig?"

 

"How?"

 

"A multitude of reasons. Some of them - Clappy, Sauce - were already in the hospital. Others, I found on raids, to get weapons. CNF, he was scavenging in Ex's Surf Shop for food...And VHSes. SG was holed up in her lab, waiting for the worst to be over."

 

"What about OMJ?"

 

"He was out and about, running through the city with this janky motorcycle, taking down whatever he could. He was angry. Just hitting stuff for no reason. Some of 'em were sad, but y'know. Me, being the super handsome and intelligent Shinya that I am, I cheered 'em up. Fixed 'em up. Gave 'em hope. Now, we've got this group. I like to call it..." 

 

Shin stepped away from the wall, and held his hands up.

 

"The Re-Shin-Stance." He smiled at Cha. Cha stared back blankly. Shin's face dropped slightly.

 

"You...You get it, right?" Cha nodded.

 

"It's just not clever at all." Shin frowned. 

 

"Yeah, alright." Shin walked to the table and beckoned Cha over. Cha followed.

 

"Boys," Shin began, "And girls. We all know Cha. Another survivor." There were a few "yeah"s, hoops, and hollers. 

 

"We know she's smart, and if she survived this, she's gotta be resourceful." Nods and murmurs of agreement. "I'm thinking, she joins us. We get stronger. Maybe she's the one we need, the last number to make that push into the city." Cha looked at Shin incredulously.

 

"Push into the city?" Shin looked back at her. 

 

"Yeah. We've gotta get in there and stop the S Team." Cha cocked her head to the side. 

 

"Are you really that stupid?" Shin's eyes formed a question. Cha put her head in her hands.

 

"Oh my God. You really are. My God, wow." Shin reached out to put a hand on Cha's shoulder.

 

"Cha, what's-" Cha slapped his hand away.

 

"SBC is gone, man!" Everyone looked at Cha, shocked.

 

"Everyone in there is under the control of a lunatic! Everyone in there is basically dead!"

 

"Cha." Sauce started. "You know that isn't true-"

 

"No!" Cha screamed. "Everything in SBC is DEAD. Everything it ever was is gone, it is DEAD." Cha looked around at everyone, a lump building in her throat.

 

"It's gone, man. It just is." No one said anything for a long while. Then, OMJ spoke.

 

"Hey, Cha." She looked up, blinking away tears. "Time to get over yourself, hun." OMJ stood up, stretched. "You and I both know there's a way to fix everything, make everything right again. It's how we work, it's why we made this little group." OMJ walked over and looked Cha in the eyes.

 

"And, uh, all that stuff about how SBC is dead? Nah. It's not. And you know why?" Cha stared at him. OMJ simply raised his arms, brandishing all the members of the team.

 

"Because we ain't dead." CNF, Shin, Clappy, even Sauce and SG, all smiled. Cha stared back at OMJ.

 

"What I think, is that you don't think you have what it takes, what it takes to beat these people. But trust me, even if you don't got it, we do. If you aren't strong, you don't gotta be. Because we are. We can be strong for you." OMJ put a hand on Cha's shoulder.

 

"But trust me. You're a lot stronger than you think. It's cliche, but you just gotta believe. You gotta have hope. And that's what we're here for." OMJ turned around and began walking to the kitchen.

 

"That's all I've got to say. Join us or not, m'lady, it's your choice." OMJ said, beginning to make a peanut butter sandwich. "But you've seen it. It ain't nice out there. You can try to stop it, or you can be it. S'like tag." OMJ licked the spoonful of peanut butter and began walking off.

 

"And if I was you, I wouldn't wanna be it."

 

= = =

 

Cha looked back at the unconscious bodies of Pierre, Cherry, and Jack laying in the grass as she shouldered the bag full of weapons back to the base with Shin.

 

"That was some nice work out there," Shin said, smiling, hands in his pockets.

 

"Mhm." Cha said. "That was probably the most competent group of expiriments he's made so far." Shin nodded.

 

"Yeah. I wonder when he's gonna pick 'em up and send them out into the plains like he does with the rest."

 

"Probably sometime tonight." As the two walked, Cha looked up at the street corner's sign. She smiled.

 

"I really wish Nuggets was here."

 

"What makes you say that?"

 

"Only he could come up with the name 'Yeezy Street'." Shin smiled.

 

"Dude's ridiculous, no doubt. I like the name. Yeezy Street, boi. Home of operations and shit. Has a nice ring." There was silence for a minute.

 

"You said Nuggets and Jjs and Dylan were all at Regular Time?" Cha nodded.

 

"Yeah. I heard it crashed the other day though. I hope they got out alright."

 

"They should've. They're real smart. Jjs is quick as a whip." Shin stopped at the fence that led into the alley, grabbing it, looking into the distance for a minute.

 

"Today was a good day." Cha nodded in agreement, and sat down, looking at the afternoon sky. 

 

"You coming in?" 

 

"Nah. I want to wait a little bit."

 

"Alright, just be in soon. And be careful. S Fuckers are everywhere." Shin shut the gate.

 

Cha sat and watched as the sun slowly got lower in the orange afternoon. She looked at where the bodies were before, and noticed they were gone. She smiled and stood up.

 

"Already started working, huh?" She called out. No one answered, but no one ever did. Cha crossed her arms across her tank top, looked down at her black shorts, with a pack of kunai knives strapped to her leg. Cha began backing up, but she wasn't afraid. She smiled, and began to walk into the Re-Shin-Stance base. Being a member of a team could be hard work, but it was rewarding. A rewarding 7 days, to be exact. It rekindled hope, for Cha. What a difference a week can make.

 

A train whistled in the distance, far off.

 

-Fin.

 

Next time: Convergence

[Young Nug]

2x05: Episode 18: Convergence

 

Two brutish guards stood at the train tracks on either side, holding what looked to be machine ray guns. These two weren't brainless SBC members under the control of the S Team though - just two stupid teenagers from Toonzone who heard that there was money in a guard position checking cargo for the overheads at SBC. It was a simple job, and it payed well, and the purple robes with the huge green S on the front were very nice. It was a quiet, grey day, and the two were leaning against the wall, but when they saw the smoke billowing from afar, they straightened.

 

"What'd you think it'll be this time?" one asked. The other guard snorted.

 

"It's the same thing every time. More reinforcements for the castle door, most likely."

 

"Don't you think it's weird that we never see anyone and we're not allowed inside?"

 

"Listen, ShopSoldier, are you gonna ask questions we aren't gonna get the answer to, or are you shut up, do your job, gonna get this money you know you need for your therapy?" 

 

"The second one, I guess..." Quiet, for a minute. "Wait, what do I need therapy for?"

 

"For being a dumbass..." The other guard muttered under his breath.

 

"What?"

 

"I said, shut up and look alive. The train's almost here."

 

And it was. The train pulled up to a screeching halt, right before the two guards. They walked to the front train cart and tapped on the conductor's door. It slid open, revealing a robed figure, hood over the head.

 

"Hey," ShopSoldier said, "You're the conductor, right?" The other guard facepalmed.

 

"Come on, man. Of course he is."

 

"No, no." The robed man started. "Your friend was right to ask. I'm not the conductor."

 

An unconscious man in just his underwear came crashing out of the train car.

 

"He is." The two guards looked up, fear in their eyes. Behind the hooded figure, blue light started glowing, and a crackling noise started.

 

"W-w-what's that behind you?" ShopSoldier asked. The hooded figure laughed.

 

"Oh, you'll see."

 

= = =

 

Dylan laughed as he ran off the tracks, leaving the two unconscious bodies of the guards behind him. Nuggets and Jjs trailed a bit

behind him, putting on the purple robes.

 

"What dumbasses!" Dylan said, laughing, as he pulled his hood down.

 

"Keep it down," Jjs said. "The perimeter of SBC could be crawling with S Team members."

 

"Doesn't really matter, we can handle them." Dylan said confidently. "That electric glove really does wonders." 

 

"Electric glove or not, we've got a problem. How do we get inside the city?" Nuggets said. The three looked around, and realized SBC was walled in by giant concrete slabs.

 

"Easy," Dylan said."We crack right through this wall and destroy everything."

 

"We've gotta keep a low profile, dude. We've got these hoods, we look like S Team members. We can't lose that cover. ACS and his cronies can't know we're here, or else we end up back at some garbage place like Regular Time, or worse."

 

"I don't think anything's worse than Regular Time." Jjs said, breaking into a laugh that Nuggets joined in while Dylan scowled. Then, suddenly, his face brightened. 

 

"Guys! I know how we can get into the city."

 

Dylan began running along the wall, and Nuggets and Jjs followed suit. As they passed the perimeter, disturbing sounds briefly pierced the air - screams, eldritch noises, pattering footsteps. The three chose to ignore them. Eventually, Dylan came to a stop. Sure enough, there was a break in the  15-foot wall, but the break was filled with a pile of thousands of tiny slips of paper. Nuggets smiled.

 

"The Games Tower," He said, realizing. And it lived up to it's name. A several hundred story tower, that was being continually added on to with all the new ask threads that were constantly created. It towered above all of SBC, and these slips of paper were posts. The tower had overflowed. To get to the top, it was a simple stumble up the pile of posts, and then a climb up the ladder. You just couldn't fall, or you were dead. Easy. Dylan clapped.

 

"Alright, boys, let's get climbin'!" He yelled. He pulled his hood over his head, and Jjs and Nuggets did the same.

 

= = =

 

CNF was scouting around the remains of Ex's Surf Shack, which was burned to the ground. He pushed up a rock and found a crushed 3DS, and looked at it for a while. He then let the rock fall, and he sat on it. He took out a sandwich from his lunchbox, and began eating, chewing his food slowly.

 

"Where is Ex, anyway." CNF muttered to himself, thinking of the possibillities. When he imagined Ex, normally jovial and hilarious, captured, and a brainwashed member of the S Team, or worse, being whisked away to who knows where on a train, like Shin said, he shuddered. He pushed the thought from his mind. He ate his sandwich in silence for a few more minutes, before he realized that his silence wasn't so silent after all. He looked around. The noises he was hearing weren't close to him, but they were rather loud. He looked up, and saw the rim of a part of the SBCastle, the Games Tower, the Spin-Off Theater- 

 

The Games Tower. CNF squinted hard, and he could make out three vague shadowy figures standing atop it, screaming at each other. S Team. CNF tapped his ear communicator. Shin was gonna have to get out here, pretend to be one of them, and take these jokers out. They were too close to Yeezy Street. CNF watched as one of the members leaped from the tower, with no regard, or, what looked like, regrets. CNF's mouth dropped.

 

"Shin?" He said. Static. Then-

 

"What's up?"

 

"We've got a problem."

 

= = = 

 

Jjs fell from the top of the Games Tower at what had to be hundreds of miles per hour, wind rushing through his hair, blowing his hood back. He quickly pulled it back over, but it was futile, and it blew back again. He laughed, and then twisted in midair, so he was facing the sky.

 

"Alright!" He screamed. "Jump!" There was hesitation, but then Dylan and Nuggets leaped from the tower, yelling really loudly. Jjs was incredibly grateful that the streets looked relatively clear, otherwise, their cover would've been blown. Jjs said a quick prayer, praying his stunt would work, and then he put his plan into action. 

 

Jjs took a deep breath, flipped around, and drew a surge of electricity in his glove, but then let it build. The power grew, to the point where it was almost burning Jjs' hand. And then, he let go.

 

The rush of incredible power was so much, it sent Jjs flying, leaving a blast of electrical power behind him. Jjs threw his hand between his legs, and, just as he thought, the blast sent him straight up. He smiled. It worked. The wind slapped against his hood as he straightened out and began flying through the air, catching Dylan, then looping around to catch Nuggets in the same arm, pointing his blast behind him with the other. Jjs laughed into the air as he blasted through the remains of SBC, flying closer to the ground. 

 

"JJS!" Dylan screamed.

 

"What?"

 

"How are we gonna land?!" Jjs stopped laughing.

 

"Huh." He said simply. And then he crashed into a part of the SpongeBob section building. Bricks fell and cascaded from the walls, and Jjs sat up in the pile of smoking bricks.

 

"That could've gone smo-" Jjs started.

 

"Don't even finish that. Just shut up."

 

Nuggets pushed some bricks off of him and stretched.

 

"Kinda bruised up, but I'm good, fam." Nuggets noted. Jjs nodded.

 

"Same."

 

"I've got a concussion, probably, but I'm good. Probably just some brain damage, is all." Dylan said sarcastically, smirking. "I just hope I don't have short term memory loss or anything." Jjs and Nuggets smiled, and stood up, looking at the alleyway between what used to be the SpongeBob section building and the Episode Discussion building.

 

"I just hope I don't have short term memory loss or anything."

 

Jjs, Dylan, and Nuggets all began laughing.

 

"Wow, you guys took quite a fall here!" The three tensed.

 

Shit.

 

The three turned around, and saw a robed figure, with a huge red S on the chest of his black robe. Dylan swore under his breath, but Nuggets silently thanked the lord their hoods had fallen back over their faces. He stepped up.

 

"Yeah, it was," he said, talking in a low monotone, disguising his voice. "We were uh... Delivering some cargo into the city."

 

"Really?" The S member said. "What were you delivering?" Nuggets drew a blank. They were fucked. Then, Jjs stepped up.

 

"This electricity glove!" He said triumphantly. "Apparently it was taken off of the dead body of Jjs the Admin, somewhere in a field.

We're here to deliver it personally to ACS."

 

There was a moment of silence. 

 

"...Jjs is dead?"

 

"Yep. Apprehended by the newest expiriments."

 

"...Oh. Well, uh. That's wonderful! Yeah, great! Good. Good riddance."

 

"Exactly. He was a little bitch." Dylan said, also masking his voice. Jjs elbowed Dylan in the ribs. The S Team member walked out of the alleyway and beckoned to the three.

 

"Well, come on, let's get that glove to Alpha, then. Can't keep him waiting."He walked into the street. Dylan, Jjs, and Nuggets all looked at each other warily (although they couldn't see each other's faces under the hoods), and began walking.

 

"Nice, thinking on your feet like that, AN." Jjs whispered.

 

"Ya boy Nuggets has the best flow of all time, fam." Nuggets said smugly.

 

"How about you shut up, fam." Dylan whispered, snickering. Ahead of them, the S Team member walked strongly ahead.

 

Underneath the hood, Shinya ran his hand through his hair and held back tears. He couldn't believe it. Jjs was dead.

 

= = =

 

"No way, man, really?"

 

"Yeah. Me and my team hacked Regular Time. It was crazy."

 

"That's bitchin', man."

 

It was later afternoon. Shinya and Nuggets were talking, having a light conversation about their made-up escapades as S Team members. They weren't all lies, but they mostly were. The two had to tread carefully- they were strangers, essentially, and any one slip-up could theoretically result in giving up crucial information. Even though it wouldn't, at all.

 

But they didn't know that.

 

Nuggets dropped back.

 

"Dude, he actually seems really cool. I know he's an S Team Grandmaster, but..."

 

"No, man. We're gonna have to try to make a break for it. Or knock him out." Jjs said.

 

"He's a grandmaster, dude. We might have to be prepared to do a little more than just knock him out." Nuggets sighed and nodded.

 

"But let's try to just get away, alright?" Dylan shrugged.

 

"Whatever, dude."

 

"You guys are leaving me out back there!" The "grandmaster" called. The trio caught up with him. 

 

"Sorry."

 

"It's all good. I'm used to being alone. Being a Grandmaster of the S Team gives me a lot of alone time."

 

"Is that like... Sad?" Jjs asked.

 

"Nah. I actually kinda fucking hate everyone." He laughed. Jjs laughed too. The boys turned a corner and looked up. Shinya laughed.

 

"ACS had a real grudge against this place, I guess."

 

High above, was a giant billboard. Faded words and numbers were on it, but they were underneath a giant burn mark in the shape of an S. It was the SpongeBoard. 

 

"My... My creation. They ruined what I made." Dylan breathed, barely audible.

 

"What was that, friend?" Dylan swung around and slammed Shinya in the face. He tumbled to the ground, but kept his hood on.

 

"What the hell?!" Shin spat. Nuggets and Jjs froze.

 

"You fucked this place up! You sent it to hell! It's totally destroyed!" Dylan screamed. Shin's mind began turning.

 

"You... You're not S Team members... Are you?" He said. Suddenly, Dylan came back down to Earth.

 

"...No. We're not." Shin smiled. Good. He could take off his hood. Maybe they were here to help.

 

"We're much, much, worse. Terrorists, in fact. And you haven't done a very good job. So we're gonna finish what your lackeys have started. You fucked up."

 

Shin let his hand fall. This was not good. 

 

"Nice." Nuggets breathed. The three stared at Shin, who slowly stood up. He flung his arms out to the side, and a crowbar slid out of each of his sleeves. He swung around, hood down.

 

"So be it." He said. It was intensely quiet. Jjs looked at Dylan and Nuggets, geared up to fight. Jjs knew that this Grandmaster was strong. This wouldn't be an easy fight. The S Team had done who-knows-what with all of the memberbase. For all Jjs knew, he and his trio could be the last vestiges of SBC left. He couldn't take the chance. He and his friends had to survive, S Team be damned.

 

They needed a surefire victory.

 

"Sorry, man. Not today." Jjs said. He shot a blast of electricity at a rock, and it blew up, sending rubble and smoke in the air. Shinya turned away, coughing. He waved away the smoke, flailing his arms. When the haze cleared, Shinya looked around. They were gone. Shin screamed.

 

"I'll find you! I know this city like the back of my hand! I'LL FIND YOU!"

 

Shin stooped, breathing hard. In his head, he didn't even really believe what he was saying. He was on the defensive now, he realized. He was being hunted.

 

= = =

 

It was nighttime, and Shin was creeping along "Why Don't I Just Drive My Car Into A River or Something" Road's sidewalk. He looked in the crumbling buildings for any sign of the three, but there were none. Shin moved forward, twirling in a circle, always watching his back, brandishing his crowbars. He stepped lightly, ears perked for any life. He tensely walked past the Spin-Off theater, and rounded a corner, and then stopped. He had arrived at the subway, and he had not even meant to come this way. He stared at the steps descending into the subway for a minute, and then stared. He walked over and sat on the steps, and looked down into the empty subway, where a train had been gone for weeks. Shin thought about how everything had gone so wrong, and he sighed. Maybe this was all for nothing.

 

This moment of reflection cost Shin dearly.

 

A hooded figure dashed up the steps and clocked Shin in the face. Shin felt himself falling backwards, but a pair of hands caught him and brought him back up. The hands became arms and tightened around Shin's neck. One hooded figure stood up next to the other. One held up a palm, and electricity materialized from it. 

 

"Sorry, man." The electric handed man said. The other hooded figure grabbed Shin's crowbars, and handed them over. The electricity-hand man gripped the crowbar, and a bolt of lightning electrified the metal. He raised it high above his head. Shin threw his head back, looking at the stars, the blue sky. The crackling electricity was a nice backdrop, and some of the static was zapping Shin in the face. He took a deep breath as he felt the crowbar come down towards his chest, and he exhaled. His hood fell off, and Shin waited for the blackness to consume the dark sky.

 

But it never came. Shin slowly looked back down, at the two hooded figures, who were dropped back, almost in awe, or fear, of him.

The hands loosened on his neck. Shin fell to the ground, and looked at the hooded figures above him. First, Dylan pulled down his hood, smiling smugly. Then, Nuggets, looking slightly embarrassed.

 

And finally, Jjs, with a look of relief and joy on his face, and maybe a tear or two. Shin stared at the sight, his mouth open, a bit of spit trailing from his mouth. He fell back onto the ground and laughed silently.

 

"You lying sons of bitches." He said, beaming.

 

He tapped his communicator.

 

"CNF?" Static. Then-

 

"Shin! What's going on?" Shin looked at Nuggets, Dylan, and Jjs, standing at the subway entrance, grinning wildly.

 

"I'll be back at Yeezy Street in a minute. Something you need to see. I think you're gonna like it."

 

= = =

 

Sigma was doing his nightly rounds at the train tracks, making sure all cargo was delivered. So it was especially strange when he noticed that there was no cargo delivered today. It was even stranger when he noticed the pile of bodies on the tracks near the station. And it was even stranger when he saw their robes were off. Sigma floated, staring at the pile for a minute.

 

And then he put two and two together. He pulled down his hood, revealing his fat face, and he smiled. He put two forefingers to his temple.

 

"Lord ACS?" He said, without moving his mouth.

 

"Yes?" A voice replied, inside of Sigma's mind. 

 

"It appears we have intruders among us. What is our next course of action?" There was silence for a moment.

 

"We find them. We send our best forces against them. And then, we kill them." He said simply. His voice left Sigma's mind. But then, it came back.

 

"We're not going to fail. We will rule this kingdom, this city, understand?" Sigma nodded, said yes. 

 

"Just saying. You sounded like you needed to be reassured."

 

But as Sigma began picking up the bodies, he noted that it sounded like ACS was reassuring himself more than anyone else.

 

-Fin.

 

Next time: Shit

[Young Nug]

2x06: Episode 19: Shit

ACS and Sigma stood outside of the capsule, looking at the figure within, floating in some green substance.

"Newest expiriment?" Sigma nodded. "What's it do?" Sigma shrugged.

"It doesn't really matter. You'll see when he kills the intruders later today." ACS stared at Sigma for a while, his beady eyes digging into the hooded man.

ACS flung out his hand, choking Sigma and holding him up. His hood fell off to reveal a face that looked nearly identical to ACS's jiggly one. 

Except it was quickly turning purple.

"Stop--" Sigma gasped. ACS did not do so. 

"What does it do, again?" ACS said, looking at Sigma with an almost bored expression. Sigma pushed a button on a remote. Suddenly, the green substance started draining from the capsule, revealing a humanoid figure.He fell to the capsule floor in a kneel. The glass door of the capsule slid open.

ACS dropped Sigma to the floor, and walked toward the capsule, as Sigma rubbed his neck on the floor.

"I'll show you. Wolf-Series, Mark CDCB, activate."

Suddenly, the humanoid came to life, lifting its head into the light. The humanoid wasn't a humanoid- it was a human. It was CD. And his eyes were red.

"I am ready to do your bidding, Master."

= = =   

Shin, Jjs, tvguy, Nuggets, OMJ, Cha, CNF, Clappy, Sauce, and SG all stood around a table, looking down at a worn map of SBC. Shin pointed at a street corner.

"This," He started, "Is Ex's Surf Shack. CNF was scouting over there a few days ago. What do you have to report?" CNF ran his fingers through his hair, looked up, and smiled.

"Well, it's totally destroyed. Little chunks of the building are everywhere, no sign of Ex."

Shin and Jjs shared a knowing, worried glance, but it lasted a second before they went back to looking at CNF.

"Across the street is the SpongeCraft Office," CNF said, looking down at the map, "And inbetween that would normally be the road to the SBCastle. But it's blocked of by a bunch of debris. My idea: we bust through, push into the castle. Then, we lick ACS."

"What the hell, man? Who would want to lick ACS?" Clappy said, smiling. tvguy shook his head.

"There's still 5 miles of twisting road between that blockade and the Castle. You planning a few days of rest inbetween that?" tvguy stated. CNF looked at tvguy with a "duh, you idiot" look.

"Yes, tvguy, obviously."

"Don't give me that attitude, it was a reasonable question!"

"Yeah, like the other hundreds of 'reasonable questions' you've been asking for three days now." OMJ said, smiling sarcastically. tvguy glared at him. Shin waved flippantly at everyone.

"Chill out, this is not what we need to be discussing right now, alright? Right now, we're focused solely on getting into the SBCastle, and nailing them where it hurts."

"The anus?" CNF said. Everyone looked at him. He laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, just forget I said that."

"Alright... Ignoring that, the most important part is how we're gonna roll up in there. OMJ, do you-"

"Have my robotic monkey arms? Yeah," OMJ said, brandishing the white pieces of arm-shaped metal that fit over his arms. He grabbed a banana, squeezed, and it peeled, sending it flying directly into OMJ's open mouth.

"And they work like a charm, let me tell ya." He said between chews. 

"Sauce, you have your skates?" Shin inquired. Sauce shook her head. 

"Not gonna need em'." Shin stared at her for a minute before turning to Clappy.

"Still got that super jump?" Clappy gave Shin a look, and then nodded. Shin turned to Jjs.

"You got that glove, my boy?" Jjs held up his hands, both gloved.

"Thanks to SG, I've got two!"

"Cha?" Cha, leaning in a corner, pushed up her hat, and nodded curtly, smiling.

"tvguy, Nuggets?" 

"I've got the power of fists, man." Nuggets said triumphantly. tvguy smirked.

"Yeah, bitch fists. I've got this energy gun I took off that poncho bitch in the fields." Cha examined the poncho and the gun.

"Was that poncho bitch named Cherry?" She said. tvguy turned to her.

"Yeah! Was that the same one you fought the other day?" tvguy said. Cha nodded gravely.

"His experiments are getting stronger. Damn," Shin said, shaking his head, before he clapped the map together.

"Alright then, seems like we're ready to bust through. Re-Shin-Stance, let's roll out!" OMJ sighed, smiling and shaking his head, as the team walked out the door.

"Talking to us like we're a group of Autobots, man."

= = =

The gang all sat around different tables at the remnants of Ex's Surf Shop, eating, laughing, enjoying.

"I didn't think this place had anything left!" Shin yelled, between bites of chicken. OMJ clapped him on the shoulder.

"It won't, after we're done with it!" Shin pointed at OMJ knowingly and laughed. All of the Re-Shin-Stance had made it to Ex's Surf Shop without a hitch, and they had stopped without a break in the dilapidated restaurant, only to find that there was still food inside. And it wasn't half-bad, either. At least, for the most part. tvguy picked at his enchilada.

"Nobody can make authentic Mexican food in this place, man." CNF leaned over.

"I'll take it if you don't want it, man." tvguy dejectedly shoved his plate over to CNF, who began eating heartily.

"It's the fake cheese that you really gotta love," He said. tvguy made a gagging noise with his throat. It was all such fun that the gang didn't even notice their new arrival, the figure standing in the doorway (or what used to be a doorway) of the Surf Shack. Until he coughed.

Everyone looked over. Sauce dropped her plate.

CDCB smiled, cocked his head to the side, and waved. 

"Guys! What's up? Like my socks?" CD asked, smiling, pointing to a pair of tacky-ass socks with one hand and holding up a 'hang loose' sign with another. Everyone was silent for a minute. Then, Jjs got up, smiling. The entire group made silent gestures indicating that Jjs needed to stay away from this man, but he didn't notice, and he gave CD a warm embrace.

"CD, my man! What's going on, brother?"

"Oh, not much, man! You?" Jjs motioned towards the entire building. 

"We've just been trying to fix this mess, y'know." CD nodded.

"Oh, yeah, that's good, that makes sense." CD paused for a minute, then he smiled. "I'm just so happy to be back here with all my friends! ...And tvguy."

tvguy held out his middle finger to CD without looking up from his drink.

"What've you been doing since it all blew up?" Jjs asked. CD tapped his chin. It was very quiet for a full minute. The Surf Shack's destroyed remains became very tense. Jjs took notice of the soot that floated through the air, and he became transfixed by the wisps that cascaded through the slight breeze.

"Well, uh. I don't... Really... Remember. Yeah." CD looked at Jjs and smiled, before he took a seat next to Clappy.

"Hey, Claps! How's it going?" Clappy looked at CD strangely.

"Uh, fine, CD. Can I ask why your eyes are red?" CD blinked. OMJ laughed hard and hopped over the bar to CD.

"Aye, you ain't gotta tell me twice! You finally got into the kush, didn't ya, CD?" OMJ grinned and put his hands on CD's shoulders. However, this made CD crash to the floor, because the chairs in Ex's Surf Shop were weak af. CD sat with the wood fragments among him on the floor, and he started to laugh.

"Sorry I fell out of my seat, guys! Guess I didn't need a standing ovation for that one!" At this pun, a heated blast of pure sonic energy shot out of CD's mouth and into the air. The Re-Shin-Stance stood, staring at CD. He smiled nervously, and then began floating. 

"...CD. What is going on?" Jjs asked fearfully. CD shrugged.

"Alright. Well, I'm S Team now. I guess you guys should know that." Immediately, everyone readied their weapons.

"But it's cool! That crazy voice power thing only happens when I make bad jokes! So you guys should be okay. Although, Sigma did tell me to kill any intruders..." 

"Alright, can we just fuck him up now?" Shin asked, pulling out his crowbars. Everyone else nodded in agreement. CD held up his hands.

"Come on, Shinya! Just because the S Team has brainwashed me doesn't mean I have to kill all of you! I'm not Quentin Tarantino! I won't kill..." CD paused, smiling.

"Unless, of course, your name's Bill." The sonic energy shot out of CD's mouth, burning a hole in the barstand. The Re-Shin-Stance pulled out their weapons, and gripped tightly. tvguy sighed.

"Damn it."

= = =

Clappy, Cha, and Sauce crouched behind a wall, breathing hard. 

"Well, this isn't fun." Clappy said, smiling. Cha shook her head.

"Nah, dude, it's totally awesome. Love this." She said sarcastically. A blast crashed into the back of the wall, sending crumbs falling on the two. 

"Come on, guys! I'm just trying to have a little fun!" CD said. Sauce groaned. 

"Here it comes."

"But it's weird, because I'm not a girl! And, y'know, girls just wanna-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" tvguy screamed, leaping from on top of a building, shooting the red energy gun he stole from Cherry at CD. CD turned around, flying in the air.

"Ah, ah, ah, naughty tvguy." CD said smugly, dodging each shot. tvguy fell to the ground, rolled, and as soon as he was back on his feet, began shooting at CD again.

"Stop shooting, tvguy! I just wanna play! And I'm not talking William Shakespeare, either!"

"What does that even mean?!" tvguy screamed incredulously.

 A blast of power sounded from CD's mouth and directly hit tvguy in the chest, sending his gun into the air. Clappy looked up from behind the crumbled wall of the building, saw the gun, and super jumped up, catching it. He crashed down to the ground. CD stared at him, floating just in front of the ShoutBox Headquarters. His red eyes were luminous, almost childlike.

"Clappy! What's going on, dude?" Clappy stared at CD.

"CD! Do you see what you're doing?" Clappy pointed to tvguy, knocked out on the floor. "You're hurting people. Do you really want to keep doing this?" CD thought about this for a minute.

"Something inside of me is just screaming no, but the part of me that can fly is just saying that he doesn't care right now." Clappy's heart sank. So this was the effect that the S Team was having on his friends. He scowled. So be it. Clappy launched shot after shot at CD, who began weaving through the air, avoiding the blasts. 

Suddenly, the sky was alight with streaks of electricity, and Clappy smiled. Jjs was here.

"Yeahhhhh boiiiee!" Nuggets called, as he and Jjs leapt from the top of the Shoutbox HQ. Jjs landed next to Clappy, rolling before skidding to a halt. Nuggets, however, landed on CD, grabbing his shirt from behind. CD began yelling.

"Nuggets! I know you've always liked me, but never like this! I hope you aren't trying to grab my... NUGGETS!" CD shrieked, sending out another burst of energy, hitting the wall Sauce was still behind. She leaped over it, and dashed to where Clappy and Jjs were. CD threw Nuggets off, and he landed in a crumpled heap near where tvguy was. 

"Nuggets!" Jjs called. CD turned back to the three.

"Oh, well if it isn't the Three Musketeers. Clappy, Jjs, and Sauce." CD's face lit up. "Hey, Nuggets... And Sauce! Have you guys ever thought about becoming a-"

CD was interrupted by the sound of loud booms, from far away, getting closer. Suddenly, OMJ, with Shinya and CNF on his back, came leaping from the road.

"OMJ-BRAH TO THE RESCUE!" He yelled. CD smiled.

"COMBO MEAL?" He said, emitting a huge blast of power, hitting OMJ directly, cancelling his jump mid-sequence. He began falling backwards to the ground, taking CNF with him. But Shinya took a flying leap off of OMJ's giant robot monkey arms, flipping in the air and landing on the ground next to Clappy, Cha, Sauce, and Jjs. CD flew above them and grimaced.

"Shin! I'm gonna have to drop another bad pun here, so how would you feel if I just blasted you in the shins?" Clappy and Shin rolled away just in time, but Jjs, Cha, and Sauce got hit with the blast, and fell to the ground, immediately unconscious. Clappy looked down at Shin, kneeling on one knee, in a fighting position. He slid his crowbars out from underneath his sleeves and looked up at Clappy.

"Looks like it's just us, buddy." Clappy smiled.

"Match made in heaven, if you ask me."

= = =

Shin and Clappy ran through a lower district of SBC, the Downtown Bikini Bottom portion. They were on top of a couple of slummy buildings, the buildings where the poorer members used to do laundry. Sheets hung from pipes like tapestries, and the two had to constantly flip past them to get across the rooftops. CD flew above, laughing at the two.

"What you're doing is stupid! You'll never get out! I can see everything you're doing! I'm so high right now! And I don't even do drugs!" A sonic blast touched down right in front of Shin and Clappy, setting a tapestry on fire. Shin turned to CD.

"PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TELL IF ALMOST DYING IS WORSE THAN THESE JOKES!"

"I dunno, are my jokes worse than almost farting?"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!" Shinya screamed. CD shrugged.

"I don't know. Just let me kill you." Shin and Clappy took off again, leaping over the flaming tapestry. CD followed in hot pursuit.

"You think this plan is gonna work, Shin?"

"It will, or else I'm a giant flying elephant."

"Alrighty, Dumbo."

"Please don't go CD on me. I don't think I'll be able to take it. And plus, if a plan based on Korra doesn't work, nothing will." 

"Trusting you, dude." Shin nodded, and looked at the glove he had swiped off of Jjs before he left.

"I know." The two kept running for a while, throwing tapestries to the side.

"Ready?" Shin yelled. Clappy screamed. "NOW!" The two split up. CD looked confused, and he dropped down to the rooftop. He bent over and began stalking the roofs, pushing past the tapestries and looking for any sign of life.

"Where are you guys? Come on. You can't hide." CD tried to resist the urge, but he couldn't. "YOU CAN'T HIDE, WHAT'S INSIDE." A beam of sonic energy shot from his throat, burning right through a white sheet right in front of him. The edges of the hole it created burned, and smoked. Through the hole, though, CD saw one of his two prospects, rolled up in a tapestry, wriggling and screaming on the ground. CD sighed.

"Tut, tut. Clappy, or Shinya... Whoever this is. You can't run from the S Team. We'll always get you. There's just not an escape. We take over all that you love, and ruin it. Just like they did to my elegant footwear." CD gestured down to his socks, which were torn up and adorned with pictures of pineapple. 

"They've got terrible taste in socks. Now. What's the perfect pun to end your miserable life from close-range?"

"How about, put a sock in it?" A voice yelled. CD looked confused.

"What? That doesn't even make any sense! I don't get it. 'Put a sock in it'? WAIT-" CD shouted, but it was too late. The energy beam began building in his throat, and he felt the power begin to spill out of his mouth, but then, the voice chose to reveal itself.
Shinya dashed up from behind, and wrapped a huge cloth around CD's head, effectively muffling him, and then wrestled him to the ground. He stuffed what he could of the cloth into CD's mouth, as CD screamed increasingly louder, and writhed. The sheet began to get hot, and began to glow white from the inside, but Shin looked away and pulled the sheet tighter. Then, for good measure, he let Jjs' electric glove run, electrocuting the sheet. CD screamed his loudest, the sheet pulsed a blinding white, burning Shin's fingers, and then there was a boom. CD's body fell to it's knees, and he crashed down. Shin jumped up, and looked at CD, his head wrapped in burned, smoking cloth. Clappy jumped out of the tapestry he was trapped in, and began walking to Shin.

"Nice plan, even though I don't like how I had to be the bait." Shin shrugged. Clappy walked up next to Shin and looked at CD, on the ground. He folded his arms.

"So...Is he dead?"

"I don't think so. I think I just burned the S stuff out of his head." He turned around, and began walking towards the Surf Shack again. 

"But if he is?" Clappy asked. There was silence, and Shin put his hands on his head.

"You gotta do what you gotta do." Shin finally said. "That's how it is now."

Clappy nodded, and the two started to walk back.

= = =

The Re-Shin-Stance was all gathered around a fire, back near the Surf Shack. Everyone who was injured was leaned up against buildings with what little bandages the team had. But the wounds didn't get everyone down, however. They were all trading stories.

"And then, we meet some French dude on the train tracks, with his lackeys."

"You met that Pierre creep too?" Cha said, impressed.

"Yup. I decked one of his lackeys in the face. It might've even been him," tvguy said, leaning back and smiling. Everyone laughed, and in this moment, everyone was connected, happy, and wholesome. But that didn't last.

A rustle.

The group immediately was on edge. Everyone grabbed their weapons, everyone geared up for another fight.

"Can the world chill out and leave us alone for just one second?" Sauce said, groaning. The group heard footsteps. Shin readjusted his hold on his crowbars, and Jjs began crackling up electricity in his glove. A shoe stepped into the light of the fire. Everyone tensed. 

Then, JCM's full body came into view, but he looked very different. He wore a very nice long sleeved collared shirt with suspenders, with a necklace adorned with what looked like eyeballs. His hands were covered in dirt and what looked like blood, and he had an AK-47 strapped to his back, although it looked more like a special ray gun than a real one. He also had a beard. Everything was quite different about him.

"J...JCM?" Clappy asked, after a while. JCM smiled.

"Plus two." Everyone looked confused. But then, JCM turned, and called to the darkness.

"Termi. Kizuna. Come on out. We're here."

-Fin.

Next time: TerminEx on the Train
 

Edited January 7, 2019 by jjsthekid

[Young Nug]

2x07: Episode 20: TerminEx On The Train

"No, no. You've got it all wrong."

"No. Fly is Breaking Bad's best episode, there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."

"4 Miles Out, dude, you're an idiot."

"Ozymandias, bitch!"

"Felina is obviously-"

Ex coughed loudly. Everyone looked towards Ex, sharpening a rather large dagger with a rock, the sparks from the fire floating in the air around him.

"Termi and I have a story better than all of your Breaking Bad bullshit." The whole group turned towards him.

"Really?" CNF asked. Ex looked at him.

"...Alright, no. Nothing's ever gonna be better than Felina!" Ex said, geeking out. At this, there was another outbreak of arguing, but Terminoob once again silenced it.

"Hey. Shut up," He said calmly. Everyone turned to Terminoob, sitting on his bag, staring up at the sky. "I don't know about Breaking Bad, but it is a good story. Lots of action, character development, good stuff. The stuff you want in a good story."

"Then stop describing it and fucking tell it. Jesus." Dylan said, before taking a bite of his sandwich. Terminoob sat up.

"Alright. It was during the troll attacks and-"

"Hey," Ex said, "I was a part of this too. I should get to tell some parts." Terminoob nodded his head in agreement.

"Right, right. Alright, uh. We'll switch off. You can be like a co-writer."

"Nah, dude. I'd say this is a very equally split story. Why do you get to be a regular writer and I'm just a co?"

"We're both co-writers, dumbass, that's how it works."

"Oh, sweet." Terminoob threw out his hands and beckoned the rest of the Re-Shin-Stance in.

"Gather 'round, kiddies. This is a tale for the ages-" JCM raised his hand.

"Yes, JCM?"

"When will I get to tell my part of the story?" Terminoob stared at JCM for a minute, and then turned back to the group.

"It all started, one fateful day in the subways of SBC. ACS had just attacked.”

"Terminoob, you didn't answer my-"

"goddammit shut the fuck up and let the story begin"

= = =

Ex hobbled, as fast as he could, down the sides of the SBC Underground Subway System. He held his side and grasped for breath, still hurt after the rocket launcher from Shin and Jjs's Patty Wagon had shot him. He had contemplated returning to the surface, but the loud booms he heard from below didn't sound promising.

Also, there was a troll chasing him.

Lumbering far behind, but close enough to be menacing, was a purple troll, big, hairy, and most importantly, strong, and carrying a club. So there was no going back now. However, Ex was quickly beginning to bleed out, and it looked like soon, there wouldn't be any going anywhere.

The booming steps of the troll grew closer as Ex hobbled through the subway at a slower and slower pace. He felt the corners of his eyes start to go dark, and eventually, he collapsed on the ground, writhing and gasping for breath. 

"...Fuck...You...Jjs...and Shin..." He grumbled in between breaths. Footsteps. Ex braced himself. Suddenly...Hands?

"You've always been a little fruity, but I didn't know you wanted to fuck Jjs and Shin. S'just a little weird, man, shoulda kept that to yourself. Now, I know, you think you're alone down here, the subway, and all, but one thing I've learned from being down here? You're never alone. Like, never."

Ex murmured. He tried to warn his savior that there was a troll on the way, but he couldn't form the words. He was too busy blacking out.

"Oh, damn. Looks like you've got some unfinished business here. Let me take care of that for you."

Ex felt himself (just barely, though) crash to the ground, and the sounds of a serious beating ensued as Ex faded away into the land of unconsciousness.

Who was receiving the beating though, he couldn't tell.

= = =

"Can you wake up already? As much as I love watching you sleep, I think it’d be more fun if you were awake."

Ex waited for the world to flood with light, and it did. The blinding white then subsided into sight, and Ex sat up. Looking around, he realized he was in a subway traincar. And Terminoob sat in front of him, scruffier than he remembered, in a worn aviator jacket, and fingerless gloves, meddling with a metal box with wires.

“About time you got up. Been waiting for forever.” Ex sat up.

“Where are we?”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

Ex stared at Termi and rubbed his head.

“Forgot how sarcastic you were.”

“Oughta remember. This train ain’t stoppin’ anytime soon.” He pulled on an imaginary train line and smiled at Ex. He turned and continued to fiddle with the metal box. Ex stumbled to his feet and looked down. 

“...So, uh...What are you doing?”
“Messing with the power system in this cart,” Terminoob muttered.

“Gonna get it started again, then power outta here. I’ve already got the lights back, so it shouldn’t be too soon before this thing is up and moving.”

“Power outta here? Where are we gonna go?” Ex asked.

“Um. Well. Depends. I've been talking with some other sites. SBM, Toonzone, Reddit, trying to get some… Reinforcements. To help up there at SBC.” Termi tapped two wires together and they sparked. The cart rumbled. He grinned. He pulled out a pair of pliers.

“So, yeah. We're headed to one of those places!” Ex nodded happily. 

“I like the sound of that, man! Get back to SBC and show that fatass who’s boss. How'd you feel when you heard that bastard took your site?”

“Huh,” Terminoob wondered aloud. “I guess I did make that place.” He finished hotwiring the cart and suddenly, it roared to life. He grinned as it began speeding forward on the train tracks. Ex smiled and took a seat. 

“I thought my day couldn't get any worse, but we’re about to come back with the reinforcements! Damn, dude, this is like, some Avengers shit!”

“Yeah, although this is way more Age of Ultron than anything else.” Ex looked at Terminoob, confused for a minute, then sat back down, shrugged, and pulled out his 3DS.

“SBM, here we come!”

“Yeah, sure, there. We’ll go there.”

= = =

It was later that night, although Terminoob wouldn’t have known that. It was very dark in the underground tunnels. The traincar clacked and clicked as it sped on the track. Ex was asleep, and Terminoob was staring out of the window. He was quiet, for a long time. Then, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a picture. 

It was of a much younger Terminoob, posing in front of a tiny shack. Terminoob had no stubble, and while he was smiling, he looked surlier. A young Clappy was there, and a very young kid Jjs was in the background, drawing on a sign. If you looked closely, you could tell he was writing the words “The SpongeBob Community”. Terminoob smiled and remembered the old shack back on the outskirts of tv.com, back to the days when he lived in that tyrannical shithole. This was when he first had the idea for SBC. He looked at the picture again. OMJ posed with gang signs, and a young Ex leaned back on the shack, watching over everything. There was a scribble on the picture, but that was just over Hayden’s face. Terminoob smiled and put the ripped picture in his pocket.

He then looked over at Ex and smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered.

The train clattered on into the night. 

= = =

The subway cart had stopped again, although it was much, much further from SBC, and this area of the subway was much darker. The lights in the subway flickered constantly, and in the light, it became apparent that a word was written on the side of the train car, in some substance.

“DIE,” the train car read, scrawled in what could only be purple blood, illuminated by the dim, flickering lights. What appeared to be rocks were at the foot of the train car, and quite a commotion was coming from within. Then, suddenly--

Terminoob burst forth from the top of the traincar, his worn aviator jacket now torn in multiple places, his fingerless gloves now very bloody. His face was cut, and his glasses were missing from his face. Terminoob crashed down on the platform of the train’s top, and scrambled, pulling his whole body on top. Ex followed soon after, also looking much worse for wear. The two leaped off the subway car, screaming. They landed in the subway station, and looked back at the car.

Huge dents came from inside, and suddenly, two very angry, very ugly trolls burst through the steel, roaring deafeningly. 

“RUN!” Ex screamed.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that before?” Terminoob screamed sarcastically, turning from the car and running through the dark station. Ex pointed ahead at a patch of distant light. 

“You see those?!” He yelled. “I don’t know where they go, but we get to those, we’re free!” Terminoob jerked a thumb back towards the trolls, advancing quickly. 

“What about them? How the hell do we beat trolls?” He said, panting. Just then, one of the trolls crashed straight through a support pillar, and the one next to him did the same, and parts of the subway station began to fall around them, pieces of concrete crumbling, ceiling tiles crashing to the floor. Ex flashed an exasperated smile.

“Looks like we don’t have to beat them, just outrun them!” Terminoob and Ex found a second wind and ran their fastest. The two sped up the steps as dust and other assorted pieces came crashing down around. The trolls screams became bloodcurdling, and Ex chanced a look behind him as he stormed up the steps. One troll was far behind, his leg caught under rubble and dust, screaming bloody murder, and he pulled out a huge dagger from his loincloth, and launched it right at Ex. He ducked as it flew above his head and landed in a gravel stair. Ex picked it up as he ran, and laughed.

“Thanks!”

Terminoob was more concerned with the troll that was gaining on them, coming closer - it was almost at the steps. Terminoob screamed as the light met his eyes, and the troll began to yell, reaching out for Terminoob. He looked up and saw Ex at the top of the stairs, looking down, jumping and yelling wildly, encouraging. Terminoob pulled energy from within his lungs, and forced it out, running as hard as he could up the stairs, and he crashed to the floor at the top. It was silent for a minute, and the light was peaceful and white. Terminoob pushed himself up.

“Am I dead?”

“No,” Ex said amusedly, “But he is.”

Terminoob turned around, and saw a big, purple troll hand, reaching out of the subway, limp with the coldness of death. He was quiet and solemn for a moment. Ex swung his dagger around.

“Isn’t this thing gigantic?” He said, marveling at the dagger. Terminoob nodded and got to his feet, muttering. The concrete stairs had given way to a metal platform with a railing, and a large one. Wherever the hell the two had ended up, it was a grey place, with distant fog. Terminoob ran to the railing and looked over it, and gasped. In the distance, he saw a large boat, sailing away from him through a gigantic sea. He gulped. This was the transportation harbor of the internet. 

“That explains why there’s a subway right next to a sea, I guess…” Termi muttered. Ex came up behind him.

“So, is this SBM?” He asked. Terminoob shook his head.

“Nah.”

“Oh, alright. How far is it? We got pretty far before those trolls attacked us.” Terminoob looked at Ex, staring at him hopefully, expectantly. He looked past Ex’s hair, into the distance, where a city loomed. He sighed.

“I don’t know, Ex. Let’s just find somewhere else to live for a while.” 

“Huh?” Terminoob pushed past Ex and began walking towards the city.

“Hey.” Ex called, his voice soft. Terminoob kept walking. He didn’t want to hear what was about to be said.

“HEY!” Ex screamed, rage in his voice. Terminoob stopped, but he did not turn around.

“So you’re just gonna let everything you’ve ever worked for fall into the hands of a fatass?” He yelled. Terminoob sighed.

“Sometimes, you have to know when to let go-”

“That’s your site! Your ideas!”

“Please. It’s more Dylan’s, or Nuggets’, or Jjs’. I haven’t run that place in about half a decade-”

“THOSE ARE YOUR FRIENDS HE’S KILLING!” Ex shrieked. Terminoob shut his eyes hard. “You made that place, and he’s taking it from you!” It was quiet for a minute.

“Taking it from all of us.” He whispered. Ex was quiet again. Then, something clicked, and he flared up again.

“And you just let me follow you, knowing you had no idea where the hell you were going?” Slowly, Terminoob nodded, and Ex let out an indignant scream. Terminoob opened his eyes, and continued slowly walking towards the city, in silence.

“Terminoob.” Ex called, with a tone of finality.

“Yeah.” Terminoob replied, turning back towards Ex.

“There aren’t any reinforcements, are there? Ex and Terminoob stared at each other for a long time, and then Terminoob sighed.

“There never were.” Terminoob turned and heard Ex’s dagger clatter to the ground, and heard incoherent screaming filled with sadness and anguish, but he didn’t turn back. He continued to walk through the grey day, towards the city, looming ever closer.

= = =

It was nearly night now. The city was abandoned, many parts destroyed. Much of it looked uninhabitable. It was a tall, roofy city, much akin to New York. Just a destroyed one.

“So, what the hell are we gonna do now?” Ex asked, smiling angrily. “Do you even know where the hell we are?” Terminnob quickly shook his head. He then turned towards Ex.

“I was thinking… Maybe we live here.” Ex stared at Terminoob incredulously. Then, he began walking away.

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m heading back to SBC. I don’t know where the hell we are, but I’m gonna find out how to get back, and take back my home. Fuck whatever you’re on.”

“It’s gone. I’m just being reasonable. You gotta know what’s worth holding on to.”

“So the site you made and lived in for so long isn’t worth holding on to?” Terminoob looked at his feet.

“...I dunno.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Ex continued walking towards the entrance of the city, and Terminoob watched him go, while he stood in the same place. He then started to walk towards Ex, already out of the city, when suddenly, a figure leaped from behind Ex and tackled him to the ground. Termi yelled and began running towards the pile, a little past the unreadable entrance sign of the abandoned city. He got to where the two were tangled, and pulled the attacker off of Ex.

“Listen, bitch, I dunno who the fuck you think you are, but-” Ex began, but then he sighed, smiling.

Terminoob held JCM in his hands, although it was a slightly different JCM. He wore a nice dress shirt with suspenders. Terminoob let JCM fall on his feet, and Ex clapped him on the back.

“JCM! What are you doing here!”

“I was saved by a group of internet hooligans who took me back here to worship me as their savior, and induct me into what I can only assume is the internet version of the CIA and save this city from the two super-trolls that are plaguing it!”

“Still fucking ridiculous, I see…” Terminoob said, putting his hands in his pockets.

“This is all true, Terminoob!” Terminoob nodded.

“Mhm, and a hot woman is gonna come shooting out of my ass in a few minutes.” JCM looked at Terminoob’s bottom intently.

“...No way.” JCM said, in awe. Terminoob scowled. Ex walked up and clapped JCM on the back again.

“It’s great to see another SBCer around. You don’t know what we’ve been through.” Ex said. He looked at Terminoob. “Or, what I’ve been through.” JCM nodded.

“Right, right, it’s good to see you guys too! I can’t wait for you guys to help me with this troll problem.”

“JCM, you’re cool, but let’s drop the act, alright. We don’t need your silly little stories. Did somebody give you candy again?”

“No!” JCM said indignantly. “In fact, look! There they are right now!” JCM pointed towards the unintelligible sign, and Ex and Termi gasped.

Two giant humans stood at the sign, with ragged clothes and awful dental care. They looked dumb and lumbering, but behind their eyes lurked a malicious intelligence. One was very big, but looked adept and quick. The other, well. He just looked stupid.
Whaleblubber and Person grinned.

“Sight for sore eyes!” Whaleblubber said. “It's been a while, boys.” Person looked at Whaleblubber.

“Are your eyes actually sore, man?” Person asked. Whaleblubber shook his head.

“Be quiet, Person. Let's welcome our guests. They look a little lost, don't they?”

“What?” Ex asked. Whaleblubber grinned stupidly.

“You really don’t remember this city?"

He slammed his club against the sign, and what must’ve been 7 years of dust came cascading off. Ex went white. Terminoob stared at the sign for a moment, his eyes full of the wonder of disillusionment and past adventures.

“Welcome to TV.com,” the sign read. Whaleblubber and Person laughed into the night. 

“Welcome home, motherfucker. Now prepare to die.”

-Fin.

 

[Young Nug]

2x08: Episode 21: Terminex Turn Off The Television 

Whaleblubber stood on top of a very tall building, leering with a set of ridiculously mangled teeth, wearing an eyepatch. He turned left, and then right, his greasy, long hair flipping along with him. He gripped his knife tightly. Person walked up behind him, also adorned in an eyepatch, his shaved head blocking the earliest traces of light from the rising sun. The early dawn was warm. The sun reflected off of something metal that looked like a helicopter in the distance.

 

“You smell that blood in the air?” Person asked, smiling.

 

“Yup.” Whaleblubber grunted. Then a wet smile slowly crept across his face. “Haven’t had a rush like this since we kidnapped Talonmalon.” Person nodded, remembering.

 

“We haven’t killed these guys, yet, though,” Person added. Whaleblubber nodded.

 

“True. But we kept em running for two whole nights, got ‘em real bloodied up. We hurt ‘em. Bad. They ain’t got much left.”

Terminoob, JCM, and Ex knelt behind a wall, all three plastered with blood, caked into their hair and clothes. All three of them were clutching what looked like a warhead. They were sleep-deprived. They were hurt. And Person and Whaleblubber were right. What they did have left wasn’t much, not at all.

 

But it was something.

 

= = =

 

Two days ago, night had just fallen on the streets of tv.com. A cool breeze blew through the air.

Ex ran down a familiar road, one that was on the way to 70s’ old house. He had run down these streets in the past, but for very different reasons. Now, this time, he was running to survive. And that wasn’t looking like a very promising prospect. Person crashed down in front of Ex, and Ex fell on his back. Person loomed over Ex, looking at him with venomous rage.

 

“Wh-Who...Who made you like this?” Ex stuttered, stalling for time. Person stared Ex down. He pointed at him with the sharp end of a pointed wooden

stake.

 

“You did.” A look of confusion slowly and carefully spread across Ex’s face. “You bullied me.” Ex’s face dropped.

 

“Okay, listen, if you think Cyberbullying is real then-”

 

“RAAAAAAAGH!” Person screamed as his giant stake rushed towards Ex’s face. Ex screamed and rolled out of the way as the stake slammed into the ground. Ex yelled, pushed to his feet, and began running in the opposite direction. Person roared and began stomping quickly after Ex. Ex winced and held his side as he continued his stride - he was still hurt from the rocket launcher.

 

“Can’t even express how much Jjs and Shin suck ass.”

 

“EX!”

 

Ex looked up and saw JCM standing on top of the roof to what remained of the Total Drama Island apartment. He threw down a grappling hook. It clattered on top of a manhole cover, and Ex ran even faster, and dove to grab it. He gripped it, and heard Person’s footsteps, now almost on top of him. Ex rolled around, gripping the grappling hook. Person skidded to a halt right in front of him, breathing hard. From this angle, Ex could see the city’s crumbling buildings against the night sky, turning black quickly, with the moon behind him. Person screamed and raised his stake again.

 

Ex shot the grappling hook directly into Person’s screaming face. The screams were blood-curdling.

 

Even more bloodcurdling was the feeling of being propelled from the ground as Whaleblubber burst from the manhole. Ex flew onto the TDI apartment roof and smashed into the ground. He pulled his grappling hook up and almost gagged when he saw Person’s eyeball attached to the hook still. JCM pulled it off and dropped it in his bag.

 

“Awesome!” JCM said. Ex looked at JCM, horrified, but then he screamed and fell to the floor in a spray of blood. Whaleblubber rose up from behind him and grinned, holding up a curved dagger that was speckled with blood.

 

“I don’t remember if you were on here when we were booming. You’re black though, so it’s cool if you die.” JCM gulped. Suddenly, Terminoob leapt from a building, throwing a smoke bomb as he cascaded down to the roof.

 

“Sorry, but I like black people,” Terminoob laughed as the roof became impossibly foggy. Whaleblubber coughed as the smoke cleared, and when it finally was over, Terminoob, JCM, and Ex were all gone.

 

“Fuck,” Whaleblubber grumbled.

 

= = =

 

It was a poorly lit room, but any light would’ve given them away. Terminoob held Ex up while applying alcohol to the deep gash on his arm. Ex was barely conscious and drooling. JCM was sitting with a young man in a suit on a bean bag.

 

“Where’d you get the grappling hook?” Terminoob asked.

 

“I remember that Hayden used to live in the Total Drama apartments.”

 

“How fitting,” Termi muttered.

 

“So, when we were running from all of them, I crashed into his room. After I dug under all of the porno magazines, wha-la - Batman belt. Had a lot of cool

stuff.” Terminoob smiled.

 

“Same one I’ve got,” he said, patting the smoke bomb holder on his belt. He patted Ex’s face. No sign of any coherence. Termi sighed and turned to JCM.

 

“Who’s the guy in the suit?” Terminoob asked. JCM started to speak, but the man held up his hand.

 

“I’m a legendary member of this sacred place.” Terminoob snorted.

 

“Sacred? Have you seen this place? Looks like Hell and Iraq Ground Zero had sex with New York,” he said, smiling. The man just stared back at him sullenly.

 

“We’re legendary members of this sacred place,” he started again. “We remained here after the Great Migration that threatened to destroy us, and eventually, did.” He stared at Terminoob as he said this. Terminoob rubbed his head and looked down embarrassedly.

 

“Sorry about that,” he muttered. The man shook his head.

 

“It matters not. What you have done is in the past.” JCM looked up from looking at nothing in particular.

 

“What did you do, Terminoob?” JCM asked.

 

“He left this place a long time ago,” Ex slurred, sitting up off the wall, “and he did a thorough job of it. Took pretty much everyone that ever mattered in the SpongeBob section of town and migrated east. He abandoned this place. Just like he does with everything else.” Ex fell back on to the wall, looking sleepy, but conscious. Terminoob glared at Ex for a minute.

 

“Yeah, that’s what I did, if you look at it one way…” Terminoob muttered, trailing off into a silent tirade.

 

“But it matters not. The sacrifices we have to make for the greater good are sometimes necessary. At the time, Terminoob was right to do what he did. What he did for his people was revolutionary.” Terminoob looked at the man in the suit. Ex laughed a little.

 

“Man, just who the hell are you?” Ex said.

 

“I’m part of a secret organization that was meant to protect tv.com in the event of a fall. They call me TV Tome Shadow,” he said. Everyone in the room stared at him, breathless. “And we must go.”

 

“Are you the same TV Tome Shadow that -” Again, TV Tome held up his hand.

 

“We must go.” Terminoob stood up.

 

“I know it might seem fun to be the vague Yoda type, but you’ve just told us you’re someone who we thought was dead.” TV Tome looked at Terminoob.

 

“I’m gonna need explanation, right-”

 

Suddenly, the room was blasted apart by a high-frequency wave of sound and energy that combusted the wood of the walls, destroying most of the room, but setting some of it on fire. Terminoob looked through the flames and saw the buildings that surrounded him, felt the cold night air. Person was standing on a building slightly far off, wearing a bandage over his face, holding a smoking hand outstretched.

 

“Only got one eye now, but my aim’s as good as it’s ever been,” he sneered, smiling.

 

“How the HELL did you blow up a building from point blank range?” Terminoob screamed. Person smiled. Whaleblubber crashed down onto a building, then rose up, blocking the moon from the group’s point of view. He tossed his club in the air and started talking.

 

“It’s called trolling.” He pointed his club at a building far off in the distance. He stared at it for a moment, and then, his eyes began to glow orange, and his greasy flow of hair began to rise from the sides of his head, also faintly glowing. Suddenly, a heated stream of what looked like a million random orange words synthesized into one blast whizzed from the end of Whaleblubber’s club and impacted the fourth story of a building. It spontaneously exploded in a burst of orange, and the building’s upper floors began falling, crashing into the bottom ones. The building imploded.

 

“Or spamming, I guess.”

 

The group looked back at Whaleblubber. He was now pointing his club at them, eyes glowing orange, showing all of his crooked teeth in a grin that made the night terrifying. Terminoob panickedly looked at TV Tome, who looked at him calmly. He smiled.

 

“Bet you wish you had listened now, huh?” He said, and then he winked. His eyes began to glow blue. Terminoob looked confused, and just as Whaleblubber’s burst of spamming energy came rushing towards them, TV Tome blinked, a ball of psychic energy exploded instantly around his group, and they were gone. Whaleblubber and Person screamed.

 

= = =

 

It was dawn.

 

The armory was a medium sized room located on the outskirts of the town. Inside were hundreds of guns, lined up on the wall, large and tiny, with a few schematics for tanks drawn up on a table in the middle. Terminoob, JCM, Ex, and TV Tome bursted through the door, looking very beat up. JCM slammed the door shut behind them, and everyone collapsed on the ground to take a breather.

 

“Should I lock the door?” JCM asked. Terminoob actually laughed.

 

“Yeah, that’ll keep them out,” Termi offered sarcastically. JCM smiled and turned the lock.

 

“Whatever you say!” JCM said cheerily. Terminoob scowled, then let out a deep breath.

 

“Alright TV Tome, you gonna explain any of this? Why are we here? Guns aren’t gonna stop these guys.” TV Tome nodded.

 

“You’re right,” he said, “but that’s not why we’re here.”

 

“And are you gonna explain the glowy eye power stuff that was going on, because that’s sorta terrifying-” TV Tome held up a hand. Then, he pointed at Terminoob. The light had yet to come through the window, and the sky outside was a bluish pink.

 

“Terminoob, I understand why you left. I didn’t at the time.”

 

“Of course you understood. I was banned.”

 

“We had no choice. Me, CF, SG, 70s…. We were out there on our own. We had to make it work. And there was no coming back after the fucking second time,” Ex added.

 

“Why does any of this matter to you? You never even policed over the SpongeBob area of the city.”

 

“Terminoob, you know very well that our staffs congregated with each other often.” Terminoob rolled his eyes.

 

“What, did you guys have meetings discussing how you could be even bigger pieces of shit? Because if so, you guys really met your goal.” Terminoob shot sarcastically. He looked at TV Tome and immediately regretted his words. TV Tome looked deeply hurt. He looked at the table in the middle of the room.

 

“...I saw the corruption in your staff. I tried to help them. Help them become more than what they were.”

 

“Didn’t work.” Ex said dismissively.

 

“I know that.” TV Tome said, irritatedly. “I tried to fix them, but once Nightmare fan got into their heads, it was over! They took you guys out of your houses and threw you into the wild and I had to watch! Do you think that was fun for me?” TV Tome was starting to yell now, looking at everyone wildly. He breathed in, but then started again.

 

“So, after all the town’s best lifeblood was gone, and once you took everyone that mattered away from the section, they turned into slums. And then, Whaleblubber came. He did the same thing Nightmare did. He stole my banhammer and got so many people hurt.”

 

“He made sure I left this hellhole for good, that’s for sure. Got SBC some cool people, too.” Ex said, walking around the armory, looking at the guns, tapping some of them.

 

“And once he took those cool people, it was over for us. Whaleblubber ran rampant on all of our boards for years, killing all of our members, and driving the rest out, once he got Person in on the job. I tried to use my mod powers to stop him - that’s the glowy eye stuff - but as you can see, they’re only defensive.

So, for years, me and a few other mods lived in fear of those two madmen.”
 

As TV Tome talked, Terminoob looked out the window. In the early morning, he saw Person jumping from building to building, screaming. Terminoob looked to the streets below, and saw as Whaleblubber meandered past a playground with a mean expression on his face. Terminoob smiled. As a kid, he used to swing on the swings there. For a time, this was home to him. He sighed. When he turned back around, JCM was talking.

 

“So, him and the other mods formed some sort of alliance. They scout out for people on other forums who want to help the cause. They were in SBC when we got attacked by the S Team, and that’s how they found me. He gets out of here by using his helicopter and his legs and his-”

 

“Alright, JCM, that’s enough.” TV Tome said, rubbing his head wearily. Terminoob began pacing the room.

 

“If you and your alliance can just leave, why don’t you? Go forever?” He asked.

 

“Can’t risk those two getting out. I can only leave for a few days at a time before they get rambunctious and try to leave the city. Imagine those two in the world. It’d be chaos. But that’s why we have this as a backup plan.”

TV Tome walked to the table, and moved the tank schematic. Underneath was a glowing blue button that TV Tome pushed. The table split in half, and it clicked open, like it was a case for something. TV Tome reached in and pulled out two warheads. JCM, Ex, and Terminoob looked at them confusedly and fearfully.

 

“What are those?” Ex said.

 

“Ex, this is no time for memes,” JCM said. Ex glared at JCM and made choking motions. TV Tome tapped the warheads.

 

“This, is the failsafe,” TV Tome said. “In case things ever got out of hand, we commissioned hilaryfan80 a long time ago to create a forum wipe, one that’d destroy all of our systems.”

 

“When was that?”

 

“2013. No one knew about it. It was just for us. And I think it’s time to use them.” Ex stared at the warhead warily.

 

“Why now?” He asked.

 

“No one’s here. It’s just me. The rest of the society is off scouting. All we’ve got to do is get two of us to my helicopter, distract the trolls, get the other two somewhere into the other helicopter, drop the nuke, and boom.”

 

“All of your history, just gone, like that?” Terminoob asked, shocked. He couldn’t believe it. TV Tome looked at him and shrugged.

 

“hilaryfan80 made backups. You’ll be able to look at it,” he offered. Terminoob shook his head.

 

“But-”

 

“Some things need to be saved. This isn’t one of them.”TV Tome said. Terminoob stared at TV Tome for a long time. “Focus on what’s important to you. I know it was home, once.”

 

“It is, in some ways, still. Maybe…” Terminoob looked out a window. “Maybe it still can be. We can rebuild, make this place what it always needed to be.” He turned around, smiling. TV Tome smiled at him sadly.

 

What this place always needed to be, exists. And it can still be saved.” Terminoob smiled at TV Tome hopefully. Ex crossed his arms and smirked.

 

“But it’s not here.” Ex said. TV Tome nodded gravely. At first, Terminoob didn’t understand. But then, it clicked for Terminoob.

 

“SBC,” he muttered. TV Tome nodded.

 

“Now, let me tell you the plan.”

 

= = =

 

Nightfall.

 

The air was cold. WhaleBlubber leaped from the Sym-Bionic Titan discussion tower and crashed onto the roof of a tall apartment. Person was there, scanning the streets for his enemies.

 

“Where the hell are they,” Person grumbled. “They’ve been quiet all afternoon. Haven’t even seen them.”

 

“Did they escape?” Whaleblubber muttered to himself. He looked to the outskirts of the city, and cocked his head. Something flickered alive in his eyes, but he was interrupted by a sudden rush of wind.

 

“ALRIGHT, NOW!” A voice screamed. A hooded figure crashed from the floor beneath the trolls and threw something down. Whaleblubber looked down and shrieked.

 

“GRENA-” He started, before the grenade exploded and the floor fell from under him. Whaleblubber smashed into a twin bed and looked up at his attacker, perched on what remained of the ceiling. JCM pulled back his hood, smiling. Person leaped onto a building above JCM, and began charging up energy in his dagger, and pointed it at JCM. JCM whipped around and threw another grenade directly at Person. JCM leaped away right as the grenade and the blast connected and sent a shockwave outwards in every direction. The force flipped JCM around in the air, and he used his grappling hook to bring himself to the street quickly. JCM landed on the ground, and looked up as a smoke covered Whaleblubber crashed down onto the street, fracturing the pavement, and then to his right as Person did the same. The two hulked over him, bloody and breathing hard.

 

“You’re gonna die now.” Whaleblubber rasped. JCM smiled and shrugged. Suddenly, TV Tome flew out of the shadows of an alleyway and kicked the daggers out of Whaleblubber and Person’s hands. They clattered to the ground.

 

“Okay, JCM, now let’s get out-” Whaleblubber grabbed TV Tome by the neck and held him up, squinting.

 

“Get out? Don’t think so.” Whaleblubber menaced, his eyes glowing.

 

“TV Tome!” JCM shouted. Person lumbered towards JCM, but he jumped and kicked him in the mouth. Person stumbled backwards, and JCM ran towards Whaleblubber and kicked him in the arm, making him drop TV Tome to the floor. He flipped off of Whaleblubber’s arm and tossed his last grenade from his Batman belt behind him, directly at Whaleblubber’s right eye.

 

As JCM and TV Tome dashed to safety, the screams in the night chilled their very souls.

 

“You’ve really just been hitting people in their eyes today, huh?” TV Tome asked JCM as they ran. JCM’s smile showed under his hood.

 

“Do you think we’ll make it to the rendezvous point in time?” JCM asked as he rounded a corner.

 

“I don’t know. That fight back there ate up a lot of time. Hopefully we can-” TV Tome stopped running, right in front of the Samurai Jack talkback building.

JCM followed suit.

 

“Do you hear that?” TV Tome asked. JCM didn’t at first, but the increasingly loud booms became audible as time wore on.

 

“What is that? Have they dropped the nuke yet? Please God tell me-”

 

Just then, Whaleblubber shot directly through the Samurai Jack building and landed right in front of JCM and TV Tome, with an inhuman roar of pain that made JCM and TV Tome instantly cover their ears. Whaleblubber slammed on the ground and roared again, and began slicing wildly with his dagger, his greasy hair bloody from his wound. For ten minutes, JCM and TV Tome ducked and weaved, trying to escape, but were met by a blind slice nearly every time. Terminoob and Ex would sound off over the radio, but neither JCM or TV Tome could reply, too busy trying not to die. TV Tome got increasingly desperate as time moved on, and right after he had ducked a punch from Whaleblubber, he looked into the air. His face fell.

 

“Oh, no. We’re not gonna make it. Dear God, no.” Whaleblubber stopped slicing and looked into the sky with his one eye. He saw a helicopter flying into the distance. He scowled bitterly.

 

“Fuck no.” He growled. He pointed his dagger in the air and began charging energy.

 

“NO!” TV Tome screamed, running up and hitting Whaleblubber in the face. He stumbled sideways and started to fall over, but his blast shot anyway, illuminating the night sky orange as the blast hit the helicopter in it’s tail. The helicopter swerved in the air.

 

“TERMINOOB! EX!” JCM yelled. TV Tome stared open-mouthed.

 

“It’s all falling apart. No…” He whispered. He looked as smoke poured out of the tail, and then his eyes widened. Two white objects tumbled out of the open helicopter door and began falling in almost slow motion. Everything began happening. JCM screamed, Whaleblubber pulled his dagger and started aiming it wildly, and Person smashed through a building. Everything began to glow blue as TV Tome stared intently at the warhead as it came closer and closer to where he was standing.

 

“CONTAINMENT-” he screamed, and then-

 

= = =

 

Boom.

 

It took Ex a moment to register the blast, and it took Terminoob a moment to come from the crashed helicopter and put his arm back in his socket. It took both of them a moment to realize they were back on the grassy outskirts of the city. And it took both of them a moment to question why the city of tv.com wasn’t blown to bits yet, and why the explosion was so small. But when JCM came running out of the city yelling, with TV Tome in his arms, screaming about how Ex and Terminoob had dropped the bomb too early, and how TV Tome had to use his shield power to contain the blast, and blew off one of his arms in the process, everything became clear.

 

“We’ve gotta get you out of here,” Terminoob panted, his face, jacket, and glasses coated in blood. TV Tome smiled.

 

“Very eager to hold onto things now, hm…” TV Tome laughed softly.

 

“This isn’t funny,” Ex said, “Now, how are we gonna carry him-”

 

“Stop,” TV Tome sighed. Everyone looked to him. “I have lost far too much blood. I see now that I wasn’t meant to escape this place. I was meant to die in it.” Terminoob started to say something, but TV stopped him.

 

“That does not mean that this place has to die. It can live on, in you. In some ways, it already does.” Terminoob and Ex looked at each other.

 

“Does it really matter, though? What do we do now? The helicopter is totaled, and we only have one other nuke -” Immediately Terminoob remembered the other helicopter.

 

“...But there aren’t enough seats in that one for all of us.” TV Tome stared at Terminoob with a sad smile.

 

“I know,” he said finally. Terminoob understood.

 

“I just ask one thing of you before you leave me.”

 

= = =

 

Terminoob, JCM, and Ex, made one last break, dashing from behind the wall they were hiding behind, and across the rooftop of the building. Whaleblubber and Person turned around in the warm dawn, and grinned, their mouths stained with blood.

It was a strange chase, as the two trolls leaped from building, trying to block the three. It was a wordless fight, at least on the part of Terminoob, JCM, and Ex. Whaleblubber and Person watched as the three ran, gripping a giant white object, but they didn’t know what it was. Slices with their daggers, the two didn’t realize what was going on yet. They jeered and didn’t understand why the three wouldn’t jeer back. They didn’t understand why the three seemed so serious and determined. They certainly didn’t understand what was going on when the three got into the helicopter on top of the building, and certainly didn’t get it once the helicopter started flying away. Of course, they grabbed on to the tail and tried to stop it, but the three were wickedly determined. And for good measure, JCM grapple hooked another one of their eyes out. As the helicopter flew into the distance, they were still confused at the exchange of silence, the tense and serious fight.

 

But when they saw the nuke drop from the helicopter, everything suddenly made sense.

 

Trolls are stupid.

 

= = =

 

TV Tome looked around at the tufts of yellow, orange, and black, as they bloomed, exploding into the dust of death. The building collapsed around him, plaster and pieces of ceiling crashing to the floor, light streaming into the dark room as they did so. TV Tome looked up into the hole in his office, into the grey light of the day. Fiery pieces of buildings fell towards him, crashing onto his desk. Books fell from his bookshelf, and as the scene of utter chaos unfolded around him, he smiled. He braced himself as a particularly big piece of plaster crumbled from the ceiling and began cascading slowly toward his head. From his window, he could see the helicopter flying further into the air. He smiled, happy that he could at least be in the one place he belonged for one last time, happy that his friends could carry the legacy.

 

“You did it,” he whispered.

 

TV.com’s Administration building began falling, falling, falling.

 

The screams of two very irrelevant things sounded off in the background.

 

= = =

 

From the site of a helicopter crash stood a man with wild hair and a very nice business suit. As he looked at the burning city in front of him, he shook his head.

 

“Guess everything I worked for went to shit. All that information, gone-” Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blip - something flying into the distance. He stared at it for a minute. Then he started to follow it.

 

“Might as well see what that’s about,” Lurker said as he straightened his tie.

 

= = =

 

Terminoob looked at what was once his home as JCM piloted the helicopter to fly further and further away from the looming explosion. Ex came up behind

Terminoob and patted him on the shoulder, and even though he said no words, he understood.

 

TV.com was gone.

 

And so were they.

 

The helicopter flew faster into the grey afternoon, towards home.

-Fin

Trivia: Pretty damn near the longest episode of Doody Era ever, at 8 pages.

[Young Nug]

2 x 09: Episode 22 - Return to ROBLOX: Back 2 Tha Muthafuckin Basics N’ Shit

It was late afternoon, the grass was grey and burnt, but not as grey and burnt as it used to be. Dandelions blew in the breeze, and the sun was sinking low in the purple-orange sky. And in the distance, two figures walked side by side across the grassland.

“It feels good to finally be out of SBC for a little bit,” Jjs said, breathing in the fresh air. Shin yawned.

“It feels good to just stretch my legs a little bit. I feel like I haven’t done shit in a YEAR!” Shin yelled. Jjs smiled.

“Same. And I don’t think we got picked for this reconnaissance mission by accident, either.” Jjs offered. The two finally stopped walking, arriving at their destination. Shin and Jjs looked up at the remains of the Roblox Stadium, the glass dome still shattered.

“Man, she looks even shittier than she did the first time around,” Shin gushed.

“Hey, she does not look shitty!” Shin frowned as he turned towards the source of the voice: everyone’s favorite pigskin classic, Dylan, came walking up over a hill.

“She looks great, actually, considering we haven’t touched her in years,” Dylan said defensively.

“Haven’t touched her in years? Sounds like your girlfriend. Except I’m touching her every night,” Shin laughed, elbowing Dylan in the shoulder. Dylan shoved Shin and Jjs belly laughed.

“Listen, I want to get in here, find Wumbo and Fred, and get out as soon as possible, alright?” Dylan said, rubbing his hands together.  “We’re almost at the SBCastle Gates back home, and I do not want to miss the bloodbath that comes when we get in there!” Jjs rolled his eyes.

“We’re trying to keep the blood to a minimum, Dylan,” he said. Dylan waved his hand flippantly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m trying to get as much of ACS’s blood on my hands as possible.”

“Do you even think he bleeds?” Shin asked as the three walked up the stadium stairs. “Like, if you were to cut him open, wouldn’t grease and lard just spurt out?” Dylan and Jjs burst into fits of laughter at this as they entered the stadium doors and made their way into the dark hallway. The three climbed over a pile of rocks and continued walking into the dark hallway, the light from the doorway getting dimmer and dimmer still.

“You ever wonder if he can change?” Jjs asked. No one said anything to this for a moment. The three came out of the hallway and began walking down the stadium’s bleacher seats.

“I used to think everyone could change for the better. But CD’s jokes never stopped being shitty,” Shinya offered. Dylan had moved ahead of the two and was looking around at the grey stadium, smiling wistfully. He peered over the edge of the bleachers and looked at the floor. Or, rather the absence of a floor. The Roblox stadium was unique in that it didn’t have a field, but instead, a void where a playing field would usually be, containing all of the floating fight spaces that Roblox had to offer within.

“Man, look at all this coding! Some of it is elementary, but I mean, so much of it is still so advanced! I mean, look at that void! I really outdid myself with this place.”

“You know, hilaryfan80 helped with this place too,” a voice boomed from overhead. Shin, Jjs, and Dylan all turned to the stadium’s press box to see Lurker sitting down, clutching a microphone and smiling.

“Lurker? What the hell are you doing here?” Shinya asked, confused. Lurker smiled.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why on Earth return here? If I recall, you and Jjs had quite a scare here not too long ago, no?”

“The S Team launched a lot of our members to random ass places. This was one of them,” Dylan said.

“S Team? It’s been a while since I’ve heard that name… Do tell, what’s going on back at SBC?”

“ACS assembled a team and has taken complete control,” Jjs said. “We’ve been running a covert ragtag operation underground back home to take it back.” At this, Lurker’s eyes became wide.

“…And what do you plan to do to him if you defeat his team?” Lurker asked nervously. Shin shrugged.

“Dunno. Maybe we’ll ban him? That’s an issue for the Re-Shin-Stance to think about when we get there,” he said. Lurker shook his head.  

“Boys, I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Lurker said sadly. Shin, Dylan, and Jjs immediately got into defensive poses.

“You’re S Team, aren’t you, bitchface?” Dylan yelled at the press box. Lurker shook his head.

“No, Dylan, I have a… Different agenda, if you will.” Lurker said calmly. “You see, friends, you are tampering with things you simply don’t understand. And I can’t let you go back to SBC. At least, not before I do.” Shin started slowly stepping up the stairs.

“Lurker, you can trust us, man. What’s going on?” Lurker shook his head.

“It’s a matter too important for you, Jjs. For any of you. It’s my mission, and my mission alone. Once tv.com blew up, I knew it was happening.” Lurker said.

“Wait, you were there for tv.com getting exploded?” Dylan said. Lurker swore.

“I’ve said too much already,” he said sadly. Jjs held out his hands in a calming motion.

“Lurker, come on, man. I don’t really know who you are, but you know us. You can tell us, man. We’re trying to stop the S Team. We’re on your side. Help us.”  Lurker looked at Jjs with an almost thoughtful sadness.

“You just don’t get it, man,” he whispered, before he pressed a button. A giant screen projected into the middle of the stadium, plastered with hilaryfan80’s face, red hair and all.

“Hello,” the voice yelled, booming all across the stadium, “Welcome to the Roblox Arena! Pick a team, OR DIE.” It was silent for a moment as the three looked up at the hologram.

“Uhh… Band Geeks?” Jjs asked.

“YOU HAVE CHOSEN WRONG. PREPARE FOR INSTANTANEOUS DEATH,” hilaryfan80’s hologram screamed. A loud siren went off and an alarm light began blaring red all over the arena. Several lasers began shooting from random points in the arena, blasting at the feet of Jjs, Shin, and Dylan.

“Man, not this shit again,” Shinya grumbled while covering his ears and running down the steps. A couple steps behind, Dylan held a middle finger up to the press box as he ran down.

“Fuck you Lurker! FUCK YO-“ But right before he could get out the “u”, a laser shot at his feet, tripping him and sending him crashing into Shin and sending them both tumbling into the floorless void that was the center of the arena.

“SHIN! DYLAN!” Jjs screamed, still running. Jjs skidded to a halt and stared up at the press box and yelled, holding up his hand and shooting a giant volt of electricity directly at it. The glass lit up with the blast and shattered, sending a shockwave that shattered every other pane of glass directly around the arena. Lurker yelped, and the lasers stopped shooting. Jjs scowled and started walking up the stairs slowly, his glove smoking.

He arrived at the press box and grabbed Lurker by the shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“Alright, listen here, Fucker,” Jjs said venomously, “You’re about to tell me just what it is you’re up to.” Lurker shook his head. Without Jjs noticing, he slowly slid his hand towards the control panel.

“I already told you pal. I can’t,” Lurker said solemnly, and then slammed his hand down on another button. A laser shot directly into Jjs’s chest, sending him flying down the steps of the stadium and into the void. Lurker brushed off his suit and looked around at the arena before sighing and walking towards the exit.

“I’m sorry guys,” he muttered to himself. “But I’ve gotta stop this before it begins. I think it already has.”

= = =

Shin opened his eyes, realized he was on the ground, and looked up into the sky, seeing all of the other mini-Roblox arenas in the floating void. He realized, from the trees, that he was in the remnants of the Krusty Krusher arena. He smiled as he let the nostalgia wash over him for a minute. This was interrupted, however, when Dylan came into view above him. Shin grumbled and sat up.

“Shin,” Dylan said, “it’s finally time!” Shin narrowed his eyes at Dylan.

“Time for what?” Dylan smiled

“It’s time for us to finally have our life changing adventure together. Dylan and Shin, kickin’ it old school.” Shin gave Dylan a look and started standing up.

“No offense, but I think I’ll stick to Jjs, or Cha. Hell, even Nuggets. I’ve heard you’re kind of a dick.” Dylan shook his head.

“Come on man, this is fate. The universe has brought us together, man! Someone will write a lit about this, one day. It’ll be called, ‘Dylan Era’.” Shin gave Dylan another look and started stretching.

“And why would they give it a stupid name like that?”

“Because they know it’s gonna get hella views,” Dylan said, grinning. “Plus, I found OMLJ slash Fred slash whatever-his-name-is, so I don’t think you should be giving me shit.” Fred popped out from behind a tree and waved. Shin smiled.

“Alright, man, that’s actually kinda dope.”

“But the bad news is, I also found that bitch.” Dylan said, pointing through the trees at a floating blonde man with a tank top and a baseball bat. He grinned maliciously at the three.

“’Allo Shin. We meet again, Dylan.” He said in his awful French accent. Dylan nodded nonchalantly at Pierre.

“You know this floating guy?” Shin asked. Dylan nodded.

“He’s an experiment of the S Team’s that went wrong or something.”

“Wrong in a good way?” Shin asked hopefully. Suddenly, Pierre’s eyes began to glow black and he lifted his hands into the air.

“Rise,” he said, and suddenly, rectangular zombies began to rise from the shittily textured ground. Shin groaned.

“Guess that’s a no.” Dylan laughed.

“The Shin and Dylan Experience begins!” he said, pulling out his energy gun.

“Don’t forget me!” Fred said, kicking a zombie in the face. Shin gave him a thumbs up, while Dylan just frowned.

“Yeah, whatever. It’s mostly me and Shin though.” As the three began running at Pierre, punching through zombies, Shin thought out loud.

“Wonder if Jjs is doing any better than us right now?”

= = =

“WUMBO, STOP BEING AN EVIL SACK OF CRAP!”

Jjs screamed as he ran through the forest area of the Good Noodle arena, dodging black energy blasts from a grey-skinned, pupil-less Wumbo as he floated ominously above the trees, chasing Jjs. Jjs rolled out from under a blast and hid behind a tree, trying to calm his rapid breathing. He peered out from behind the tree to see Wumbo floating around, looking soulless, but nonetheless, still looking for Jjs.

“Forgot he was still S Team,” Jjs muttered to himself. “I gotta free him.”

 He looked past Wumbo to see the broken remnants of the Ferris Wheel, now having long since stopped spinning. He turned to his other side, looking at the giant tree house stronghold still standing. Jjs grinned and stared at his electric glove, making a small, unstable ball of electricity in the center of his palm. He had a plan.

“Alright. You’re all I’ve got now. And the only way we’re gonna get out of here is if we fuck this place up. Again. You ready, Inanimate Ball of Electricity?” The ball said nothing (this isn’t that type of story bro lmao). Jjs laughed at his own silly joke, and then enlarged the ball, making it at least twice the size of his head. Then he came out of hiding.

“Hey, WumBITCH!” Jjs yelled. Wumbo’s soulless body turned around, and Jjs threw the ball of electricity directly at Wumbo. It whizzed past him and shot directly into the Ferris Wheel, which lit up with a million little colored lights. As the bright colors bathed him, Jjs stared at the beautiful sight, allowing himself to remember where he was, get lost in the nostalgia for a moment.

“Just like old times,” he muttered softly, wistfully smiling. But then Wumbo shot his evil energy and Jjs he jumped back.

“But it can’t be like that all the time,” he said, smiling sadly. He shot at Wumbo with another electrical burst, and began making a mad dash for the Ferris Wheel, Wumbo in hot pursuit.

It had begun.  

-Fin.

Next time: Homecoming, Part 4: The Gates (how many more homecoming eps are there gonna be damn)