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PART 3: The First Day
Once inside, the mall was as tranquil as ever, the broken windows having repaired themselves seemingly in an instant. After the whole oil explosion, Yaku was the first to get up, looking around the wide-open mall. She had also reverted back into her normal form, allowing her back some control.
“All I have to do is find the exit. Simple as that.” She said, traveling through the pristine place. She kept looking around, but there didn’t seem to be anybody around.
Still, she kept her kunai close, having a bad feeling she was being watched. The ninja would eventually pass by one of those parts of the mall that displayed a fancy car. In this case, a red one that suddenly turned on its headlights. “So much for the stealthy approach.” Knock-Out said, instantly trying to run over the green-haired one.
Leaping over the vehicle, Yaku threw her kunai, landing on a sunglasses stand. They all struck the tires of the car, causing the Decepticon to swerve into a nearby pillar. “You’re right. Leave the stealth to me!” Quickly, she made her getaway, seeking to find the exit instead of fighting the robot.
Grumbling, Knock-Out transformed back into robot mode, looking upon the damages done to his body. “My metal bent…my paint-job ruined! That organic has REALLY gone too far!” He growled. “This place had better have an auto-shop!”
Hiding in the nearby Hot Topic, Skull Man kept out of the whole situation, though he started to generate his Skull Shield. “No! Focus on finding the exit!” Twilight ‘s voice spoke within him.
“Are you kidding me? I was built for battle! Not hiding.” He hissed under his breath, clenching a fist. However, as he stood up, he saw some of the outfits surrounding him. “Although, maybe a little bit of shopping should calm me down?” He picked up a shirt showing a skull-and-crossbones. “They even have them in my size!”
“Reminds me of shopping with Rarity. I hope she’s doing alright.” Twilight sighed.
As he examined his shirt, his calm was shattered when a Cybertronian jet flew past the store, shattering the windows. Flying through the seemingly endless halls of the mall, Pharm was flying out of control, Surge tearing into his circuitry with her teeth. “Get off of me, you repugnant rat!”
“I’m a tenrec, you idiot!” Smashing her fist through the windshield of the jet, she continued to wreak havoc, even as Pharma did a barrel roll in vain. All that succeeded in doing was damaging a wing against one of the pillars of the mall, the marble shattering his wing.
“PHARMA, TRANSFORM!” He cried out in panic, turning into his robot mode as his face skidded across the floor.
The tenrec mobian pushed her foot against his head, standing triumphantly. “Score one for Surge! Who else wants some?!”
Quickly, she dodged a slash of red energy, zooming backward as Jetstream Sam entered the fray. “Wonderful place for a fight, don’t you think?” He asked. “So, Surge, was it? You may look like some kind of cartoon, but I can tell you’re more than you seem.”
“Believe it! I don’t need an oversized toothpick to take care of you!” Surge grinned, already crackling with volts before she curled up into a ball, spinning towards her foe.
At the right split-second, Sam leaned back, pressing the button on his sword that caused his blade to extend forward, slicing through the lightning and bisecting the ball of fury. Each of Surge’s halves flew past him, one of them hitting a ‘You are Here’ board.
Despite what seemed like a victory to the swordsman cyborg, Sam let out a groan. “Finger slipped. Pressed that button too quickly.” He admitted. “Oh, well. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“LOOK OUT!” A fireball suddenly headed his direction, causing him to turn around and slash it. That would have been the end of that, but Pharma suddenly got up and extended his chainsaw arm forward, pushing Sam into the ground with it. He let out a gargled scream as he was ground into shredded cybernetic meat, the rogue Autobot looking as insane as ever.
Katia was the one who had flung that fireball, having tried to aim at the Shroob that had been antagonizing her group. He had escaped, fleeing into the innermost reaches of the mall. From a mile away, she witnessed what had happened, ready to puke. “Honest mistake. Careful what you do with that magic.” John Brown advised.
“This happens almost all the time.” Katia sighed, trying to get the mental image of Sam’s death out of her head. While she was lamenting this, Pharma dragged himself away, needing to heal from his recent injuries. “But I promise it won’t happen again!”
Merri continued to look around, everything around her being so new. Without even realizing it, she was leaning against Jacket, causing her to gasp and tense up. Looking down upon the vulpid, the masked man said nothing, but he had a slight flashback to one of his earliest memories. One involving his beloved.
That caused him to put away his bat, hesitantly moving his hand to give the frightened one some head-pats. Merri was so used to the harshness of people grabbing her around her head and other parts of her body that she continued to stay frozen, taking in this new feeling.
“You look cold. Let’s go find some clothes.” John said. “We’ll set up camp there.”
“Sounds good. Away from the metal giants with blades for arms.” Katia said, quickly looking for the nearest place she would consider ‘safe’. Maybe a good place to practice her magic and NOT cause unintentional harm this time around?
A rustling noise alerted the group to a possible intruder, John Brown instantly getting out his rifle, while Jacket readied his bat. Instead of any danger, it was just a passing Grunt, the Unngoy having been transformed into a human version of himself by the Basky Bug. “DON’T LOOK AT MEEEEEE!” He cried out, fleeing through the mall.
The group just stared as he passed by, with Kata just shrugging as John put away his rifle. “Haven’t been here for a day and it’s already a madhouse.” He remarked.
Atop the highest floor, Master Asia was meditating, sensing the evil energy all around him. This whole mall may have seemed normal, but he could tell it was an utter perversion, tainted by the influence of its creator. “I know what I have to do.” He said to himself. “My goal is not just to win…but destroy this place!”
The water around the fountain down below suddenly rose up like a bunch of serpents, causing him to leap off the floor he was on. The water tendrils smashed into the side of the wall, tearing through the floors as he landed back onto the ground one with ease. “A sneak attack? How foolish and weak.”
Not-Katara whipped around her arms, moving the tendrils violently. “You’re in MY way of MY Zuko!”
“The way you manipulate the water…that kind of control belongs in the hands of somebody more responsible.” Master Asia glared. “One of the many gifts of the Earth is about to be set free!” Rushing forth, he chopped through an incoming surge of water, splitting the tendril in half before delivering a series of rapid punches against the corrupted Waterbender.
Once the blows finished connecting, Not-Katara was sent flying into a nearby hotdog stand, the searing heat setting her clothes on fire. Fleeing in pain, she ran through the endless halls to find the nearest body of water. “Amateur.” Asia grumbled, looking at his fist. “Not even a scratch. Disappointing.”
Meanwhile, Arkham Joker was wandering through the place and looking UTTERLY bored. “What kind of a stinking mall is this if there aren’t any people to wantonly slaughter?! I must have heard my voice echo across this place several times! Might as well throw me back into a padded cell! It’s pretty much the same!”
Jiro noticed the clown wandering around, readying his blade to strike. Hiding behind the nearby escalator, he waited to strike, only for a Black Hat drone to float behind him. A taser suddenly appeared from the robot, pushing against the swordsman’s back and nearly frying him.
“GAH!” Quickly, he turned around, slicing the machine in half. Above him, several other drones were watching, but they didn’t attack. Instead, they just flew throughout the rest of the mall, confusing the wanderer. “Whoever’s in charge, you’re onto something. You won’t get far.”
Sneaking through the cafeteria portion of the mall, Carmilla kept herself scarce as the Alpha Mimic smashed something into a bloody paste in the distance. Whatever remained of Big Bad Fox was in that pile, the vulpine one having not been able to escape the enraged extraterrestrial.
“Savage.” She muttered under her breath, only for her cover to be blown when somebody walked near her, sipping loudly from a lemonade cup. “Do you MIND?!”
“Sorry!” White Pantera sheepishly replied, his arms holding many bags. “The stores are all having a sale! I’m trying to find something great to bring back to my son AND also kick the rears of all villainy here! You have a family, right?”
“Um, yes?” Carmilla replied, while the Alpha Mimic slowly turned his head towards the combatants.
“Then you must understand why I must go to EVERY single store! Care to join me?” The hero asked before being tackled by the rampaging monster, his head nearly taken out by some of those tentacles. “GAH! Away with you, fiend!”
Kicked away, the creature let out another roar, only for one of its arms to be cleaved right off by Carmilla’s leg. More swipes of those legs sliced off more tentacles, blue blood spraying everywhere and burning everything it touched. “Mierda!” She hissed, some of the stuff nearly sizzling her skin.
“Do not fear! I shall rid this mall of this menace!” Grabbing the nearest table, White Pantera slammed the whole thing against the side of the beast, sending him flying into the second floor and into a store all about appliances. His head smashed through a washing machine, knocking the creature out cold as the spinning cycle began, idly moving that head around.
Dusting off his hands, White Pantera suddenly saw a store that caused him to gasp in glee. “Look there! They’re selling some priceless trousers! I can’t go protecting this place or any other place while looking like a slob. Shall we?” He extended a hand.
“You just defeated a monstrous abomination…and you want to go clothes shopping? Can you not take this seriously?”
“It’s that or succumbing to the dread of knowing that I may never see my family again.” Though he kept his smile, the hero’s eye twitched at that.
In another corner of the mall, Starscream found it difficult to steer his alt-mode through the halls, leading to his wings looking busted up. “Nobody can confine me! NOBODY! But, then again, I’ll lose the wish if retreat. I’ll just have to figure out how to fly in this blasted place and…”
His attention went to the car driving through the mall, seeking a place to hide. “Maybe this store? No, how about this one? Maybe this one?” Getaway frantically said. “Or maybe I lost Tarn and everything’s fine? Yeah. I’ll go with that.”
“GUESS AGAIN, TRAITOR!” Starscream shouted, firing several missiles down. Explosion scattered around where the Autobot spy was driving, causing him to swerve and transform into his robot mode while he flailed his arms.
“Why does this keep happening to me?!” He cried out before getting out his Nudge Gun. “If I can just get close enough…”
“Prepare to meet your doom! Soundwave got to have his fun! Now, it’s my turn!” Starscream shouted. “STARSCREAM, TRANSFORM! “ Turning into his robot mode, he landed on a nearby cart, crushing it underfoot before he aimed his remaining null ray. “Any last words before I avenge my Seeker brethren?”
Upon noticing something else in their midst, Getaway’s terrified expression turned into a smug one. “Yeah. Duck.”
“What? Duck? Like those winged creatures on Earth?” Starscream’s brow arched before his leg was wrapped around by a tentacle, dragging him towards a candy shop that was currently the spot of a big battle.
“Heh. Things are coming up Getaway right now.” The Cybertronian said before dusting himself off. “Nowhere to go but up. TRANSFORM! “ He leaped into the air before turning into his car mode, leaving the scene behind.
Smashed against the nearby walls, Starscream found himself at the mercy of the mutated Android 21, her many mouths chewing at the sweets she was gorging herself on. “Unhand me, you freak!” He fired his Null Ray, only to get smashed into the ground again. “Gah! My equilibrium!”
As he was thrashed, Megumi rushed to the scene, dodging red/black lasers fired by the mutated monster’s maws. She tried to escape through one of the windows, but the glass wouldn’t budge, with even the lasers reflecting off it. “Fine! Guess I’ll finish this quickly!”
When she rocketed down, she was nearly blasted out of the sky by Tarn’s tank mode, the DJD leader having been in hot pursuit of Getaway. “Seems I’ll have to take care of the rabble first.” He said before firing his cannons at the mutated 21, causing her to smash her tentacles into the ground and cause them to start jutting from below.
He drove through them as best as he could, Megumi also flying through them. “You’d better apologize for nearly blasting me out of the sky!”
“Dreadfully sorry, but I’m trying to focus. Fly somewhere else and let the professional handle this. Transform.” Gently, he said that and turned into his robot mode, grabbing one tentacle and tugging hard, causing the monstrosity to tumble down.
Falling to the ground with a resounding thud, Starscream finally managed to get free. “Praise the AllSpark! I never thought I’d be happy to see you, Tarn!”
“You’re not the Decepticon ally I hoped for, but you’ll-GAH!” One of Android 21’s tentacles managed to pierce through his arm, only for him to grab around it and drag her out her spot even further, blasting one of her mouths point-blank with his cannon.
With her claws, Megumi sped through the tentacles, slicing several off. However, some of them came to life when they hit the ground, trying to envelop her in pink goo. “What does it take to stop this thing?!”
Suddenly, the mutated Android 21 let out a piercing scream of rage, the Last Primid emerging from the mass of her tenacles while also growing gigantic. Turning herself metal at the same time, the Primid lifted a foot to crush it against the monster’s head. The mutated monstrosity held that foot back, her many mouths charging up beams of energy.
Still recovering from his wounds, Tarn noticed something else was coming. “MY KATARAAAA!” Massive jets of flame were being fired at the group, the DJD leader right at the epicenter of the flames.
“Of all the ways to be deactivated…” He muttered, trying to shield himself from the blast before his spark was engulfed by the flames alongside the mutated 21. Not-Zuko’s inferno generated an explosion that knocked Starscream, Megumi, and the Last Primid back, the last of the three reverting to her original size as they skidded across the ground.
Watching on one of the walls, Demencia wiped her finger against a charred bit of what remained of Android 21, licking around the pink substance. “Blech! Tastes like bad cotton candy!” She turned to one of the cameras. “Hey, Flug! This place is pretty lame! Where are the evil robots?! The traps?! Anything?!”
“She’s right, you know!” The insane one blinked in surprise, looking down to see that Sheogorath was down below. “All this space and no fun! Except for these.” He chomped on a pretzel, the snack having been covered in molten cheese. “It’s like a billion souls are dancing on my taste buds! How divine!”
Landing next to the Daedric Prince of Chaos, Demencia could tell something was off with this particular combatant, but she still whipped out a spiked bat. “I get dibs on the pretzel!” She grinned, only for her bat to turn into a very angry cat. “What the f-GAAAAAH!”
The feline began to scratch her face fiercely, yowling as the two tumbled into the distance, having turned into a dust cloud of violence. “Wait, I wonder if she wanted directions? Somebody could get lost in this place!” He then remembered he had a pretzel in his hand, chowing down in it some more. “Oh, well! I hereby call this…Cheese-Bread-Thing!”
Where did he get that? Turns out, Shopkeeper was already setting up shop in random parts of the mall, still eager to sell her wares despite the dire situation she was in. “No more free samples, geez!”
“But you have one of everything! How can I resist?” Happy Chaos fiddled around with some of the potions and weapons he had gained. Like a coat rack, various swords and blasters hung from his arms, while he juggled some of the potions around. “I hope I get the green one! They remind me of green hard candies! I always eat those first in the whole pack!”
Instead, a red one landed into his mouth, causing his muscles to expand. “That’ll cost you plenty.” Shopkeeper pointed out.
“Hmmm…can I pay you in pocket lint…or bullets?” Happy Chaos suddenly whipped his revolver out, ready to fire.
“Eh. Go ahead and try. It won’t end well for you.” Despite the danger, the red-eyed one continued to keep her usually happy expression, both of them in a stand-off.
Chuckling, the eccentric man put away his weapon. “Actually, I think you have more of a role to play in this story. Maybe you don’t? Maybe you do. We’ll have to see what happens, won’t we?”
“Pretty ominous, but you still need to pay.”
“…fair.” Happy Chaos pouted.
In a store selling video games, the screens began to flicker, the static on them becoming blood-red. It was soon blown into burnt circuitry by a blast from Count Logan, the fallen hero trying to strike Alastor as he kept zipping from one corner of the place to the other. “This can’t be! How can you be this fast?!”
“I’m full of surprises, my friend! I also have absolutely NO patience for upstarts like you!” Alastor said cheerily, eventually getting behind the masked one and backhanding him so hard with both his hand and tentacles that Count Logan’s impact against an escalator generated another explosion.
Roaring in fury, Count Logan erupted from the rubble of the escalator, red volts crackling around his staff as he summoned the Dark Prognosticus. “I will not be made a fool of by such a pathetic being…and why are you smiling?! There’s nothing to be joyful about!”
“I beg to differ. Your demise will certainly make my smile ten times as large!” Alastor’s grin widened, his body growing much larger as the entire room shook with his power.
Hiding within a nearby store on the second floor, Shadow took aim, only to find that he wasn’t alone. “What are we looking at?” Caboose wondered, looking at Alastor. “Let’s say hi! It’s my sleep paralysis demon! His name’s Billy. Billy likes to play Uno with me.”
“Can you not be a bloke and get out of my way? You’re messing up my shot!” The assassin complained, the second floor shaking again when Count Logan created multiple balls of energy around himself, sending them crashing all over the place. “Unless you want to be my target instead.” He got out his knife, ready to fight the armored warrior.
After staring at that knife for a while, Caboose suddenly pointed behind the man. “Look out! A killer bouncy ball!”
“You honestly think I’m gonna fall for that-“ Bandita’s companion suddenly bit around his ass, causing him to let out a girly scream, the creature flinging him around as they tumbled off the edge. Bandita herself was laughing herself sick, loving how much havoc she was causing.
More explosions started to cover the room, prompting Caboose to leave. “This is the worst fireworks display ever! I’m going to the toy store!” He proclaimed before seeing another car that was being displayed in the mall. “Like that one! I’m gonna call you Glenda!”
Nearby, Juri was leaping from wall to wall, chuckling as Weiss tried to hit her with one of her fire spells. “Think you can take me, princess?!” She taunted.
“Maybe she can’t alone, but with me…” Maya joined in, her fans creating a windstorm that combined with the flames Wiess was making.
“What the?!” Not even Juri’s newfound speed could help her escape the pull of that storm, causing her to crash against the ground. “Big mistake! You mess with the spider, you get the fangs!” Lunging at them, she had to duck before Weiss’ blade nearly hit her, her extra legs grabbing her foe by the shoulders and slamming her down.
Maya threw her fans at the extra limbs, slicing them cleanly off. “Whoops! Guess I overdid it!” She giggled.
“YOU BITCH!” Juri shouted, webbing Weiss to the ground before slamming her feet onto the dancer’s chest, pinning her down before using one foot to fling her into the air and stomp her down again. She cupped her face, her fangs dripping with venom. “Dance your way out of this one, beautiful~”
“HI, GUYS!” Caboose shouted, his car slamming into Juri as it smashed through the doors of a nearby clothing store, causing the transformed one to fly into a store selling televisions. The resulting faceplant against the screens electrocuted Juri, knocking her out for the moment. “Glenda did it.”
“And…we’re glad Glenda did it!” Maya got over her shock, feeling over her neck as she shuddered at the thought of those fangs going into it.
With a whip of her fans, Wiess was freed, the group soon joined by Future Gohan. “I don’t want to raise a panic, but none of my attacks are breaking the glass and…what happened here?”
“We found a reason to find a place to camp and recuperate, that’s what.” Weiss said, though she noticed that the light of the mall was making the one-armed man’s muscles show more, causing her to blush. Not helping was the slight aphrodisiac flowing into the mall. “Let’s hurry before things get uglier.”
“Alright, Glenda! Let’s roll!” Caboose said before instantly backing up into a nearby stand, smashing it before he sped off towards where the others were heading.
Speaking of aphrodisiac, Tytii started to feel quite warm within Gaddeath, so she had exited to cool herself off. Her familiars guarded her mech, ensuring nobody could sneak up on her. “Maybe it’s my shirt that’s too tight? I’ll just grab a new one and get back to escaping this place.” She said to herself.
Looking through one of the large clothing stores, she didn’t expect to bump into Bizen, the woman having already gone topless while holding a new shirt of her own. “Oh, hey. We’re supposed to be enemies, right?”
“Wh-what?! I mean…yes, but…you don’t strike me as the kind of get into fights. I think.” Tytti looked into the stare of the woman, noting a bitter ferocity in them. One that was tempered by the aphrodisiac floating around in the place.
Looking at the bust pressing into her own, Bizen huffed, pushing her own chest against the other one and causing Tytti to let out another surprised gasp. “Knew it. I still got the best rack out of the losers running around. Now, about us being enemies…I don’t really give a shit. Just know that if you hit me, I’ll hit back fucking harder. You got that?”
Once Bizen left, her bust still jiggling, Tytti turned back to seek out a new shirt of her own. “What a rude woman. Then again, I guess this place has everybody on edge.” In the distance, she could hear Bizen let out a slew of curse words, the orb forms of her familiars chasing her away from the scene as they barked and snarled.
Wandering through the mall, Olga could practically feel the evil aura that made up the whole area. “It looks so innocent. So unassuming.” She placed a hand against one of the pillars, her staff glowing faint purple. Her eyes widened a bit as she witnessed the events her kingdom went through flash through her mind, causing her to grasp it in pain.
“Having trouble?” The voice of Ananzi caught her attention, the Other World princess moving down while her arachnid legs created a thread of web. “That’s some powerful dark magic you’re wielding. I’m almost…drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.”
Rather than attacking, Olga calmly stood there, watching as the woman before her finished standing up after dropping from above. “The magic that granted me such power attracts all sorts of creatures. You have a stronger will, so you’re merely curious rather than under a trance. Now, answer me this. Are you friend or foe?”
“That depends. I have this wish that I’ll stop at nothing to get.” Ananzi stated, her fingers flexing as her spider legs started to show, ready to attack at the slightest provocation. “What about you?”
“Much of the same.” Olga raised her staff, dark energy flooding around it. “All those who stand in my way are fated to be destroyed.”
“It’s a shame you have to be my enemy.” The Other World Princess flexed her spider legs. “I never thought I’d meet somebody more beautiful than me, but you’re quite a sight.”
“ENOUGH.”
Both women turned to Final, the tentacled beast crawling forward before being joined by Serif. “What is the meaning of this? We had a deal, monster.” Ananzi crossed her arms. “We work together until only one of us is left. If we happen to be the last two standing, we do battle.”
“And what if we didn’t have to mindlessly fight?” Serif stated. “Look, I actually enjoy fights, especially against those with evil hearts, but fighting FOR those with evil hearts…” She looked at a camera in disgust, throwing a flaming sword construct at it. “I refuse.”
“We have decided on a third option.” Final stated. “We shall find the one who put us here and MAKE him send us back. Perhaps even fulfill all of our wishes, within reason?”
“Hmmmn…I’ve been manipulated before. I refuse to be again.” Ananzi clenched her fist. “I still think we’d be better off doing this just by ourselves, but fine.”
At first, Olga wanted to refuse this alliance, given the presence of an angelic figure. The Dark Elves had always been shunned by the light, her memories of her people having to live in the wastelands flooding her mind. However, she was a pragmatic soul. One willing to see the big picture.
“What guaranteed do I have that you won’t betray me?” Olga wondered, nearly raising her staff when Final crawled over to her.
He raised a claw to hover around her head, dark magic crackling around his palm. “The magic that dwells in us is similar. Synched together, we stand a chance against whatever this place can throw at us.”
“I see. But you’re not who I’m worried about.” Olga stated, giving a glare at Serif. “Light and dark have always been at war, but-“
“But nothing. I have ZERO idea of what you’re talking about.” The angelic one shrugged. “I just have a duty towards my home.”
“Same.” The other three said at the same time, confusing them.
“Let’s just get a move-on. I think I hear something.” Ananzi then pressed a hand against the wall, some spiders coming out. “Search around this place for clues. My father will receive the punishment he deserves soon.”
Watching everything that was transpiring, including the forming of the unlikely alliance, was Dr. Flug, the scientist writing down his notes with a great amount of dedication. “Their numbers are decreasing, but not enough. I’ll give them one more night. THEN it’s time I showed them what happens when you stay past after-hours.”
He glanced at the screen showing Demencia, grumbling. “Boring, huh? Let’s see if THIS is boring.” He pressed a nearby button, causing a microphone to rise up to his face. “Ahem. The mall is now closed. Trespassers will be dealt with…painfully.”
Part 4: The First Night
Before Dr. Flug’s plan began, as night fell upon the mall, Starscream flew through the halls, the various twists and turns not helping his foul mood. “You had him. You had him right there.” He said to himself. “The killer of so many of your Seeker brethren…and you let him get away.”
Transforming into robot mode, he clenched a fist and punched the nearest television screen. “No! There’ll be a next time. This Arena has only begun to feel the wrath of Starscream.” He confidently told himself. “I just need to find a good place to recharge and-“
“DIE, YOU WORTHLESS MACHINE!”
A series of dark energy blasts smashed into his back, knocking him into the nearest wall. Energon leaked from his mouth as he looked back, witnessing Count Logan floating over him. “W-wait! Hold on!” He held out a hand, only to have it whacked away by that cane.
“Silence! That demon may have escaped my wrath, but you won’t!” Count Logan looked around himself, glaring. “If I could access my full power, I’d destroy this place completely! But I’ll have to settle for destroying you failures one by one.”
“Failure?! You dare?!” Starscream’s fear was replaced by rage, his arm extending to fire a null ray. One that was deflected into a nearby television screen.
Not intimidated, the fallen hero slowly charged up an orb in his hand, the Decepticon’s eyes wavering in fear. His luck would change when a red laser crashed into Count Logan’s side, causing him to turn to the new attacker. “Who dares?!”
“SECURITY ALERT! THIS MALL IS CLOSED. LEAVE OR BE DESTROYED!”
The robotic voices shouted in unison, belonging to a series of blank-faced androids dressed in mall security guard attire. The screens on their faces showed the Black Hat Organization logo, their hands converting into either tasers for close combat or red blasters that tore through some of the stuff in front of them, like stands and other bits of the mall.
Crawling away, Starscream cursed under his breath, finding himself unable to transform. “Great. Just great! Damage to my T-cog!” He then let out a yelp of terror as the laser blasts flew over his head, causing him to crawl behind a statue of Black Hat himself situated in the mall.
That section of the mall would be filled with the sounds of Count Logan’s screams of rage, as well as lasers firing all over the place. Knock-Out saw the lasers from the distance, backing up into a store on the third floor while in car mode. “This really is the best seat to watch the action.”
Those guards would continue to patrol the mall, forcing Bizen to stay within the clothing store she had been in for some time. Throughout the place, they pushed through the racks, their sensors scanning all around the place. “Stupid fucking hunks of junk.” She grumbled.
Suddenly, a robot head fell onto her lap, the sound of a sword slicing through metal alerting her to the fact that she wasn’t alone. Raising her head to look at what was happening, she saw Jiro cut his way through the group of security machines sent here. “Soulless fools!” He shouted, grabbing the cables of one robot and ripping them out.
“I could watch this all day.” Bizen admitted, only for one robot to taze her in the ass. “GAH!” She instantly kicked up, smashing her heel into the robot’s screen face. Firing lasers everywhere, it fell to the ground, where she dug that same heel into its face. “That’s what you fucking get!”
Sheogorath was, as usual, turning the chaos that was happening thanks to the robots into something fun for himself. “Alright! My masterpiece is done!” He said as he admired his work, standing atop one of the cafeteria tables. “What do you think?” He asked a pile of destroyed robots.
In front of him, he had used his magic to switch the heads of Future Gohan’s team. Caboose now had Weiss’ body, Weiss had Future Gohnan’s, Maya had Caboose’s body, and Future Gohan had Maya’s body. “Am I a snowman now?” Caboose wondered, twirling around. “No! I’m a ballerina! WHEEE!”
“What IS this?!” Wiess cried out, realizing she only had one arm. Still, the rest of her felt quite muscular, causing her to blush as she felt her new muscles flex. “Sorry, Gohan, but…this is kind of nice. Is this how Yang feels all the time?”
“Change us back at once!” Maya demanded. “I may feel great power, but I feel incomplete without the rest of my charm!”
Future Gohan briefly felt the wonderful sensation of having both arms, but he focused on the fact that the chaotic being before them was messing with them. “We have no quarrel with you. Change us back.”
“Hmmmm…I could always turn you into mindless masses of limbs, but how about this? I throw you into the hordes of those metal monsters and see what happens! Either you win and get to see another day or you die and I dance on your corpses! DONE DEAL!”
“Wait, what?!” They all shouted, except for Caboose, who was still trying to dance like a ballerina. Once they were changed back, the robot hordes entered the cafeteria, red lasers flying around.
“Goodness!” Maya cried out, one laser going through her hair.
“Find cover!” Future Gohan shouted, firing several ki-blasts to tear through the machines, while Weiss used her semblance to increase her speed, allowing her to quickly tear through the ranks.
Next to that fight, Katia found herself lost within an indoor miniature golf course. The place was dark, but she had been led here due to nearly getting webbed up by Juri. “I can’t see you, kitty, but I can smell your blood!” Juri had said, her purple eyes gleaming in the dark.
Breathing heavily, Katia created a fireball in her hands, quickly flinging it and many more all over the place. “There! Instant light!”
“Great. Have fun burning alive!” Zipping down and delivering a devastating kick to the khajit’s face and leaping away. The flames started to travel all around the course, causing Katia to realize what she just did.
“Don’t panic! Just remember to stop, drop, and roll! That always works!” She frantically told herself. “Please, let something good happen!”
While it wasn’t quite the miracle she hoped for, she would find a way out when Getaway crashed into the course, his wheels burning into the ground as he tried to escape from something. “Time out! I’m calling time out!” He transformed into robot mode, his ass pulled out by Gaddeath.
While Katia quickly fled from the destroyed indoor golf course, Tytti’s mech held onto the ass of the treacherous Autobot. “I saw the way you tried to run over that helpless woman!” She pointed to Merri, the vulpid having been backed into a corner by the Autobot earlier. “Perhaps I should show you what it’s like to be helpless?”
“NOPE! NUDGE GUN!” He whipped out his weapon, smashing the tip against the other mech’s head. Volts traveled around Gaddeath’s head, though Tytti was unaffected. Instead, the robot started to glitch violently, flinging around Getaway like a ragdoll. “Slag! This was a bad idea!”
In response to the out of control robot, Freki and Geri turned into their wolf forms, ripping away the robot from Gaddeath’s grip and sending him skidding over the floor. “Limp back into the shadows!” Tytti managed to shout as she tried to regain control of her machine.
Clutching the spot where the wolves bit into him, energon leaking out, Getaway attempted to use his Nudge Gun on Katia, the feline having entered his sights when she rushed over to Merri, only for Jacket’s bat to be thrown into his face, taking out an optic. “GAH! What the frag?!” He cried out.
John Brown entered the scene, shooting at the wounded spot and causing sparks to fly. “Begone, metal demon! You won’t hurt the helpless again!”
“Screw this! You can all go to the Pit! TRANSFORM! “ Clumsily, he turned into his car mode, leaving a trail of energon as he found himself pursued by security robots.
“That was way too close! Let’s get out of here!” Katia helped Merri, the vulpid revealing that she had found some food in her arms.
“I hope this is enough. I was trying to repay you for-“
“Don’t worry about it. Whatever we do, we do as a group. Nobody gets left behind.” John stated, with Jacket picking up his energon-covered bat. They quickly made themselves scarce, as Gaddeath continued to wander around, still stabilizing after what the Nudge Gun had done to the machine.
Meanwhile, Pharma was rummaging through Tarn’s corpse, ripping out whatever parts he needed. “Just like old times, only somehow less elegant. I can live with that.” He said, remembering the days in which he harvested organs from his fellow Autobots.
For everybody around him, it was a sign that he had gone truly insane. For him, nothing else but looking out for himself mattered.
The Last Primid rose from the still-smoldering bubblegum-like remains of the mutated 21, turning small in order to sneak past the robot. She rushed through the halls, only for craters to appear in the ground around her, the result of bullets smashing into the floor.
Shadow was the cause, the assassin trying to hit her from the distance. “Hold still already!” He grumbled to himself, only to put away his sniper rifle and swing his knife to his back.
That prevented Arkham Joker from stabbing him with a rubber chicken that had a knife going through the beak. “Sharp, aren’t you?” He joked before kneeing the assassin in the family jewels, slashing him across the face after that.
Tackling his enemy in response, Shadow whipped out his secondary weapon, firing the handgun near Arkham Joker’s face before he was slashed again by the rubber knife chicken. “This is NOT how I’m dying! Not to some rejected circus clown!”
“Of course, I was rejected! The circus couldn’t handle all of this!” Akrham Joker insisted, only to receive a punch to the jaw from White Pantera, the impact sending him flying off the second floor and into a cotton candy stand, leaving the unconscious one with an embarrassing hairdo of that candy.
“Sorry about that, but you struck me as villain material with your obviously evil smile!” He exclaimed before extending a hand towards Shadow. “No thanks necessary, citizen!” The barrel of that sniper rifle was then pushed into his face. “Betrayed by the one I had saved!”
“Nothing personal. It’s a dog-eat-dog world here.” Shadow admitted, only to have his crotch smashed by Carmilla’s leg, causing his eyes to nearly bug out of his mask and for him to fall onto his knees, the other leg roundhouse kicking him off the edge.
When he fell, he survived, but landed near the Last Primid. Despite still looking emotionless, the now normal-sized Primid proceeded to kick him in the side throughout the rest of the night. Ignoring that, Carmilla turned to her partner. “I may have found a spot free of those machines. Then, we can discuss how we can get out of here. I have intention of this place being my grave.”
“What a coincidence! Neither do I! Everybody here is either villainous or just plain rude. And I thought my hometown was overrun by villainy.” White Pantera huffed before lifting several shopping bags. “But they have such great prices on clothes! I’ll look even more dashing with these!” That prompted a face-palm from his demon partner.
Back in one of the many cafeterias within this Infinite Mall, the security robots were aiming their lasers at Happy Chaos, the eccentric being standing around as they accessed his power. Their lasers charged up to maximum capacity, clearly preparing to blast him into nothing at max power.
“So many faceless enemies, so much boredom. You know, you’re not exactly threatening. I bet your aim isn’t all that good. Let’s fix that.” He snapped his fingers, causing one of the robots to gain even larger blasters and grow several feet taller.
This new elite robot showed a screen displaying the Black Hat Organization logo in flames, the metallic shriek from the machine nearly causing all the other robots to shut down from fear. It fired its lasers, cleaving through large parts of the mall and destroying several of the eateries.
Spinning through the mayhem, Happy Chaos blasted his revolver at various portals he created, destroying the heads of several of the mechanical enemies. However, the lasers nearly singed his chest, causing him to jump up as he found himself between those beams. “Now, we’re talking!” He grinned, creating a second revolver to fire at the elite robot.
One of those beams destroyed a pizza place in the cafeteria, Bandita’s mount having been enjoying having a meal. “Hey, watch it!” She shouted, jumping into the fray with her angered mount. They leaped over the flood of lasers, propelling themselves downward to utterly flatten the mecha-mooks.
Slashing at Happy Chaos with red laser blades, the Elite Mook failed to cut his foe down to size, given that he kept moonwalking away. “Smooth moves, but tell your master that he needs a new mechanic.”
Dr. Flug’s face showed up on the robot, looking quite incensed. “No, he does NOT! My machines will keep coming! They will not stop until all of you are destroyed or go mad from how endless my mall is!” His rage vanished as he looked a bit more pleading. “When you go mad, scream a lot. My boss would appreciate that.”
“Sure. You’ll have to work hard to make that happen!” Happy Chaos stated, firing his revolvers into the ground, only for portals to show up from above the machine, causing the bullets to smash through the body and cause a massive explosion.
Around that explosion, Demencia was smashing an axe she found from an antique store into the tv screens, furious that the Black Hat Organization logo was being replaced by Alastor’s grinning face. “My dear, keep that up! Nothing like a little catharsis to shake things up?”
Given his hatred of television, the fact that he was goading the insane woman into smashing all the screens was rather nice for him. Demencia, on the other hand, only got angrier. “Will you shut up already?! Your outfit stinks, too! Where’d you get it? The dump in the back of some fancy mansion?!”
“Such raw emotion! I’d say the script for this adventure is looking good!” One screen near Happy Chaos showed his face. “Isn’t it?”
“It’s starting off slow, but we’ll reach the climax of this story soon. We can’t rush greatness, right?” He said as he stomped over a destroyed robot.
Meanwhile, Master Asia did not sleep through this night, much like everybody else. Instead, he focused his various techniques into shattering all the robots sent after him. Their sensors had picked up a great deal of power from him, but rushing towards him had only earned them either a slash of his sash or being punched into oblivion with single strikes.
“Is this all you can do?” He asked, only to feel a searing pain in his back. Ignoring it, even as it sizzled a spot there, he turned to see the Shroob Grunt. Narrowing his eyes, he just stood there, looking the creature in the eye. “A dirty technique deserves a painful retribution!” He shouted, slashing his sash across the ground.
Before the fungus-like fiend could strike again, he was sent into the air when the ground beneath him rose up like a tidal wave. Master Asia coughed after that, feeling the disease within him starting to take over again. “No. I’ll see this to the end! My body may be crumbling, but my soul is still burning hot!”
That wave of rubble crashed into a bridge on the second floor, Not-Katara smashed into it after she had attempted to bloodbend Not-Mulan away. All of them tumbled into a large wall, burying them under rubble, though they remained alive.
The Shopkeeper was there to witness this, causing her to sigh. “Can’t I set up shop anywhere in peace? Oh, well. That’ll cost you all.” She quickly wrote down a price for them to pay, happily placing it on her sand as all three groaned in pain.
Aphrodisiac was flooding through the mall in certain spots, with several combatants already feeling the effects. Skull Man resisted the effects, yet he could feel Twilight Sparkle’s soul within him start to heat up as the gas filled him. He quickly created a Skull Shield, not sure how to handle this.
“It’s fine! Nothing fatal!” Twilight spoke within him, but her mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies. Most of them involved some VERY steamy scenes from her favorite books, but others involved her and a very special somepony. Somebody she missed dearly…but that’s another story.
Megumi had also found herself in the arms of Yaku’s werewolf form, the lust within the demon causing her to have already discarded her clothes. “The only way…to free us of this curse…is through sex!” Yaku managed to snarl out, her pussy grinding into the other woman while she pushed her onto the ground.
The green-haired demon moaned, her claws coming out as she felt that pussy pound into her so hard. Not helping was when those teeth wrapped around her boobs, Yaku’s muscles bulging more. “M-my tits! Squeeze them harder! It feels so wonderful!” She cried out.
Lifting up her partner, Yaku pinned her to the wall, grinding her pussy there some more while she felt her curse start to die down. Orgasm was the way to dispel her werewolf form, after all. However, she held on for a little while more, given how much Megumi was enjoying being held in those powerful arms.
Those claws raked down Yaku’s back, though it was tough enough to tank those sharp nails. Her thrusts into that pussy only increased, Megumi’s moans of pleasure only getting louder as they lost themselves in the moment.
They weren’t the only ones affected, as Final started to convulse with the primal needs filling him. “It has been…too long…since I have felt the embrace of another…but I must focus! I cannot stray from my task.” He said out-loud, walking through an abandoned clothing store to take his mind off of it.
The following sight did NOT help his lust, as he had stumbled upon Ananzi and Olga already engaged in a deep make-out session. Their tongues were smoothly dancing with each-other, the Other World Princess’ outfit starting to fade away so she could feel more of her partner’s smooth skin.
Finishing the kiss, Ananzi caressed the face of the slightly shorter. “You know, I’ve had many suitors, but you’re the first one I’ve kissed and DIDN’T want to wrap up in webs to devour for later.”
“And you are the first one I’ve kissed period. I’m not sure what’s come over me…but this is helping. So long as you don’t plan on betraying me while we tend to our carnal desires…I am curious to see what else you can do.” Olga confessed, blushing.
While Ananzi was reveling in how good this all felt, she noticed something was off with her partner’s expression. “There’s something else about this. More than just whatever is flowing in the air.”
“…” Olga was a prideful woman, but being in such a delicate and soothing embrace had made her remember what had happened in her kingdom seconds before being transported to this Arena.
She remembered being imprisoned by the accursed mercenary group known as the Black Dog. Her subjects were being violated, among them being her loyal elite guard, Chloe. She had kept herself composed when she saw the utterly broken state the blonde dark elf was in, but, in reality, it had filled her with fury and heartbreak.
Not to mention, despite creating a spell that would prevent her from being impregnated by Volt and his cruel band of mercenaries and monsters, they had started to break through her spell, as well as violate her. The way they all touched her and abused her body still sent shudders down her spine when she thought of it.
The kiss she had experienced with Ananzi, while influenced by aphrodisiac, had been a breath of fresh air. It helped that Olga preferred the touch of a woman, anyway. Especially one that seemed to be one with the same kind of dark magic that gave the dark elves hope after centuries of being stuck in a wasteland.
“Embrace me. Take me. Show me the pleasures of your realm.” Olga held out her hands, having removed her thong and breast-plates.
Now, it was Ananzi’s turn to be speechless. She prided herself on having great beauty, but looking upon the dark elf queen made her realize that there was somebody more beautiful than her…and that person was offering herself to her.
Her lust and lingering frustration that involved being betrayed by her father had caused her form to start convulsing, but she held it down. “No…this is wrong. I want this to happen when we’re both sane.” She managed to regain control over her mind, but only briefly. Her tits were still standing on end and her pussy was dripping with fem-cum.
“But…our bodies…if we are to regain control over ourselves…we must…” Olga’s mouth was suddenly covered by the other’s pussy, her eyes widening as her tongue tasted the Other World princesses’ pussy.
Likewise, Ananzi had also dragged her tongue across the other’s folds, moaning as her taste buds were blessed with the most divine taste of her life. “Then, let us get through this as soon as we can. Drink my fluids! Let’s keep going until sleep overtakes us!” Her head was suddenly wrapped by those legs, bringing her back to that pussy.
Final realized he had been frozen in place, shaking his head as he turned away from the sight of the two women eating each-other out. Ananzi’s spider limbs had even wrapped around her partner to bring each-other’s pussies closer to their mouths. The two were quite ravenous, sloppily sucking and slurping each-other’s folds.
Still, having seen that, the tentacles of the Other World’s guardian pulsated, purple fluid dripping from the tips. “Keep it…under…control!” His teeth gritted together, all tentacles starting to slap into the ground out of frustration. Drool fell from his mouth, his claws grasping his head.
The scent of somebody masturbating near him wasn’t helping. Turns out, Serif was also affected by this aphrodisiac, her feathers ruffled as she slid two fingers into her pussy, her other hand grasping around her breast.
“Damn…primal…urges!” Her red eyes shined brighter, imagining herself facing an entire army. “So many foes…and me defeating them all! It is…glorious! It is endless! IT IS-“
“Do you need help?” Final covered his mouth, realizing what he had said.
Despite nearly summoning a flaming sword in retaliation, Serif regained control of herself, her many wings covering herself. “You too, huh?” She replied.
“I did not mean anything by what I said! Ignore it!” Final shouted, embarrassed.
As he backed away, Serif looked upon the tentacles, her wings almost standing on end as more fantasies filled her mind. This ‘Final’ looked quite mighty, given what he had done to Pharma during the beginning fight and those tentacles looked like they were filled with QUITE some muscle.
The angelic being imagined herself gripping around those tentacles as they filled her up, her body enjoying the struggle she willfully put herself in. “Tell me. How strong are those tentacles?” She wondered, blushing heavily.
“…the strongest in my realm. Why do you ask?” Final tilted his head.
“Well…I was thinking-“
“MY KATARA! LOOK WHAT I HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”
Both heads turned to face Not-Zuko, the man standing outside of the store as he held the Covenant Grunt’s burnt arm, indicating he had slain the poor Ungoy. “Accept this offering! I will burn every last being here if it means being with you! Then, we will make everybody who doubted our love pay! They will all pay! THEY WILL ALL-“
His sentence was soon ended when Serif created a large flaming sword over him, smashing him into burnt ash when it landed. “Well, that killed my mood.” She huffed, crossing her arms before putting back on her robes. “Maybe tomorrow night, you can show me what your tentacles can do.” She flirted, hoping she didn’t come off as cheesy.
Final blinked, tilting his head again. “They can do many things. Is this an invitation to train or engage in sexual intercourse? Either choice is…satisfactory.”
“It’s a little bit of both.”
“…that sounds promising. VERY promising.” Final admitted, rubbing his chin as both returned to sleep, the aphrodisiac starting to wear off from the atmosphere.
Dr. Flug was still watching as his robots were easily destroyed by the combatants, rubbing his temples. “This is going to come out of my paycheck, but I need to step up my game!” He saw another button on his board, causing him to gulp. “And I’m pretty sure I’m going to be called ‘cringe’ for this…but I have no choice!"
With the push of that button, something happened within some of the stores within the mall. The items within started to come to life…like some of the toilets that were on sale. A human head with an elongated neck began to rise from it, a maniacal grin on the head’s face…