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The Silverscale Lounge Arena
Ep. 41: February 2024
Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane
All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders
(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)
Part 1: The Return of Majora
(There exists a corner in the Nintendo Universe in which space is warped and time is bendable. This timeline usually has three constants: a hero of endless courage, a princess of boundless wisdom, and a villain of great power. However, there is one world that has remained unaffected by the ravages of this convoluted timeline: Termina.
The origins of this land are a mystery. Some say it was the creation of a child’s imagination based on the land of Hyrule. Others say that it was just an alternate world that existed perhaps long before Hyrule itself. Whatever the case, this was a peaceful land filled with all kinds of wonders and populated by mostly friendly people, which included Hylians, Deku Scrubs, Zora, Gorons, and more.
The world was guarded by four bizarre but kindly giants. One day, they decided to sleep, slumbering in the four cardinal directions and only wanting to rise when the land was in need of their help. The only one that didn’t take kindly to this was the bird-like forest-dwelling Skull Kid. More on this later.
In these directions, there was the dense Southern Swamp, the Goron-inhabited Snowhead mountains, the tropical Great Bay, and the originally war-torn Ikana Canyon. For a moment, it seemed like the giants would not need to rise…until an ancient evil returned to bring mischief and despair to the world.
All because of a mask that held within it the soul of a terrible being. A fiend by the name of Majora. It desired to cause chaos, which it would happily unleash upon possessing the despondent Skull Kid. With its new host acting as its own ‘mask’, Majora pretty much turned the whole world upside down, thinking of it as nothing more than a fun game.
The Southern Swamp became filled to the brim with poison, constant snowstorms enveloped Snowhead, the Great Bay began to boil, and Ikana Canyon was suddenly inhabited by the restless undead. Clock Town, the epicenter of Termina, would also find itself being tormented by the possessed Skull Kid, especially as an entire moon-like object began to slowly descend, its face warped in fear and fury.
Just when all hope seemed lost, with the moon ready to crash into the world in three days, Majora messed with the wrong Hylian back in Hyrule. This hero, Link, now found himself trying to undo the evil of Majora, guided by the mysterious Happy Mask Salesman. Many inhabitants of Termina were helped along the way, with the lands being restored to their former glory after the possessed Giants were freed of Majora’s corruption.
Eventually, it would all culminate in Link finally defeating Majora in its own realm, leaving the mask seemingly powerless. Celebrations were had. The Skull Kid was freed and he reconciled with the Giants. Peace had come to Termina at long last…and that’s where the story would end…
…had it not been for the fact that the Happy Mask Salesman made a HUGE mistake. He should have destroyed the mask as soon as he came into possession of it. Perhaps he thought he could handle the evil that still dwelled inside that artifact? I guess not.
Because Majora had spent a couple of months slowly regaining its power, planning a game of revenge. Empowered by an unknown force that traveled through the nexuses between universes, it finally gained enough power to rise again, the mask coming to horrible life once more.
Now, again, Termina finds itself in great peril. At least, last time, there were rules Majora had set into place to ‘make things more interesting’. Now? Anarchy reigns. Termina’s creatures have been corrupted. The Giants have been warped beyond recognition with the new masks forced onto them.
The Southern Swamp is being invaded by an army of vicious warriors. Earthquakes riddle Snowhead as its mountains twist and turn into the atmosphere. The Great Bay is being torn apart by a massive hurricane in its center. Swarms of insectoid monsters fly around Ikana Canyon, seeking to devour the souls of the living.
Finally, Clock Town has turned into Majora’s personal funhouse of fear. But the evil entity is getting bored already. It has tormented the inhabitants for a while, but it wants others to play. Others from across other worlds. It hopes Link is among them, but, even if that’s not the case, it plans to have LOTS of fun.
12 groups of 4 characters have been sent to fields of Termina, the location being the nexus that connects to the important locations in which they must visit. 12 District have been prepared, all the same size, yet they’re just big enough to contain some of the larger combatants. The goal? Defeat the corrupted Giants. Save the people of Termina. End Majora’s reign of terror forever.
The evil mask doesn’t care that there are now 48 people that might want it dead. It only cares about having fun…and it has a few ideas of how to ensure that our cast endures pure carnage as it enjoys its most chaotic ‘game’ yet.
48 Characters, 12 ‘Teams’. 1 chance to stop the coming apocalypse…)
Team #1: Lokivulp
“Life is a stage, but I’d like to turn the page, for thou is doomed if they think this cage can hold me!” Estir dramatically exclaimed. This incarnation of the infamous King in Yellow wasn’t entirely pleased with being teleported from her date with the one she referred to as ‘Dearest’, yellow flames flickering around her.
She adjusted her mask as she felt another eldritch presence, causing her brow to rise. “Hmmm…thine energy is most different, but…”
As she continued to pretty much ignore everybody, a most tragic version of the famous Lewis Caroll character, Alice Liddell, now found herself in a realm that felt all too real. This wasn’t Wonderland. This was something else.
“No…nononononono…” She grasped her head, falling to her knees as she realized she was holding the Vorpal Blade. “I can’t be back here! I…I’m not insane! I’m awake! I’m awake!” She repeated to herself, only for a small rabbit to bound in front of her.
The cuddly appearance of this lagmorph put at her ease for a moment, memories of the White Rabbit coming to her mind, but she then got a look at the vampiric fangs it was sporting. This sinister image was mixed with utter innocence in those eyes, causing her to start staring at him.
Bunnicula looked up at the sad-looking girl, holding out his paws as he anticipated pets. Hesistantly, she moved her hand down, scratching him behind the ears and causing him to nuzzle into there. “I’m not dreaming…this feels…real.” She turned to Estir, but she was too busy making dramatic speeches. “Excuse me, but-“
She accidentally ran into the rather tall figure that was also staring at her, his bugged-out eyes growing out of the King chestpiece that was his head. Royal robes covered him, further adding to the kingly image he was going for. ‘Shit! What if I really am back in Wonderland?! I thought the White King was dead!’
“This is a nice closet.” Kinger said, continuing to look around. “Don’t you think so? I kind of wish it had a second closet. Closets are…so nice.”
‘Alright. Clearly not the White King.’ Alice thought. “Can you tell me where I am? I don’t think this is a closet.” Bunnicula nodded his head, as he was beginning to wonder where his friends were, as well as where he could find some carrot juice. He was quite parched, after all.
“Questions, questions, and questions abound. I suspect a fate for us that is quite profound.” Estir stated. “Insane, rabbit-brained, and a false king. What else will thou captors bring?”
“…I like dolphins too.” Kinger replied.
Team #2: Maskedgirl18
“Ah, shit. Back here again.” Jax crossed his arms, though his bored smile suddenly turned into a big smile, especially when he realized he could hear himself swear once more. “Ooooh, YES! Round 2, bitch!” He pumped his fist.
For years, he had resigned himself to living into the Hell that was the Digital Circus. Now, this game had given him the opportunity to finally break free of his fate. Break free of all those adventures.
Suddenly, he was hugged from behind by a tall man with a television for a head, surprising him. “Why, HELLO, new friend!” He joyously said. “Please, tell me literally everything about you! The day that Mr. Puzzles makes ALL of the friends in the world begins at long last!”
“Hey! Let go of me, you freak!” Jax kicked him away.
“AUGH! My kidney!” Mr. Puzzles stumbled back, only to accidentally bump into a tall curvaceous woman with large pink hair and a flowing dress. “Oof! Sorry, ma’am!”
“It’s alright.” She replied, her voice quite soft and motherly. She got a good look at the television-headed man, looking at him with utter curiosity. “Strange. I never thought humans could have technology grow from their heads.”
Whipping out a rock with googly eyes and a hoodie, Mr. Puzzles talked to it as if it were alive. “Look, Leggy 2! Another friend! She seems nice! Let’s introduce ourselves!” He held out a hand. “Greetings, ma’am! My name’s Puzzles! Mr. Puzzles!” He then began to shake her hands vigorously. “Pleasebemyfriendforeverandneverleavemelikeeverysingleotherwouldbefriendalwayskeepsdoing!”
Rather than being wary of the television-headed man’s behavior, Rose shook back with even more strength, causing him to be smacked from the floor to the ceiling multiple times. “It’s nice to meet you too! Now, could you tell me where we can find the exit?” She looked around, looking a bit more serious. “The last thing I remember was…”
She felt a great emptiness within. Like she had been separated from somebody she loved. Whatever had happened, she was going to get the bottom of it.
Jax, meanwhile, was looking for something he could use to defeat the two within this box, wanting to finish the game early. “Two less competitors in my way…makes for one happy Jax!” He chuckled, his face running into another tall figure. “Hey, watch it!”
Turning to him, the sound of radio static filling the air, the other returner slowly turned his head a whole 180 degrees at the anthro rabbit. “Mind your manners, my good fellow. The star is about to show himself.” Alastor stated, his smile looking sharper as he glared at the one that had run into him.
Even Jax, with all of his cynicism, felt a sense of dread and danger around the man. “Uh…sure. Just screw off and don’t get in my way.”
Alastor then looked to Mr. Puzzles, finding his appearance familiar. “Ah, well, some people live for my misery.” He rolled his eyes, thinking of Vox before the man suddenly appeared next to him. “Might I advise you not to even talk to me? I don’t do useless technology!”
“My WORD!” Some of Mr. Puzzles’ ego returned, as he now looked outraged. “Big talk coming from the man who’s clearly forgotten that video killed radio a long time ago.”
Tentacles started to emerge from Alastor’s back, the static around him starting to get louder. “Careful what you say. The reverse could happen at any minute.”
“Now, let’s not fight. We’re in this together, aren’t we?” Rose Quartz suggested, gently resting her hands on their shoulders.
“LAME! Fight, fight, fight!” Jax urged, hoping to have less competitors that way.
The fight would come very soon, as the doors started to open…
Team #3: The Wandering Pikachu
It had been many years since Dr. Neo Cortex had stopped terrorizing Wumpa Island, allowing peace to be restored. Still, it seemed not even that time of peace could prevent Crash and Coco Bandicoot from getting involved in alternate dimension-related hijinks.
The manic male mutant bandicoot of the duo looked around, tapping the walls and pressing his ear against it, even licking around it. “I don’t think that’s gonna help, brother.” Coco pointed out, her electronics also going on the fritz at the same time. “AUGH! My head.”
“Hey, Crash! Long time, no see!” A familiar anthro purple dragon exclaimed, his slender frame entering the fray.
“WHOA!” Crash spun over to the dragon’s side, shaking his hand vigorously.
“Easy there, Crash! It’s been a while, too!” Spyro replied before looking to Coco. “So, I’m guessing this is another one of those ‘time and space are out of whack and it’s up to us to stop it’ adventures again?”
“Pretty much.” Coco shrugged.
There was another anthropomorphic dragon in the room with them, too. A returner to the Arena, no less. Cynder was tapping her claw against the ground, a few dark flames billowing in her maw. “Fantastic. I’m back again.” She then looked up, seeing Spyro. “And there’s this idiot, too.”
“Nice to meet you again, too.” Spyro rolled his eyes before giving her a good-natured smile. “So, still ready to accept that you’re a good guy and not just Malefor’s puppet?”
“I’ve already accepted the latter.” Cynder stood up, glaring before looking away sheepishly. “After, you know, staring into the abyss and wondering where my life went wrong for hours on end…normal stuff, you know.”
Coco nudged Spyro’s side, with Crash scratching his head at the same time. “Uh…who’s the goth?”
“Coco, meet Cynder. Cynder, meet Coco.” Spyro stated. “Former evil minion, meet sister of my best pal from another world.”
“Charmed.” Cynder put a hand on her hip, only for Crash to show her a Wumpa Fruit that he kept in his pants. “Do I even want to ask where that’s been?” She glared before shrugging. “Eh. I spent most of my life eating charcoal and whatever else fell into my dad’s realm.”
“That’s rough.” Coco replied, while Cynder chowed down on the fruit, Crash looking pleased with himself as she started to enjoy the taste of the fruit.
As this happened, Spyro noticed that the doors were opening, causing him to stretch his wings as he prepare for anything. “You ready for this, old pal?” That got a thumbs-up from the mutant bandicoot, both ready to get out there and give it their all.
Team #4: 1nked
Madeline never expected to find herself in this Arena once again and, yet, here she was once more. Even Badeline had nothing to say when this happened, though she had a feeling that the manifestation living in her head was barred from giving any advice, given some kind of magical barrier.
Now, she was all by herself in her mind, though she still could double-dash. “Okay. No biggie. I just gotta make it through here and…wait a minute. What WOULD I wish for?” She distracted herself from the terror of having to go through another Arena by thinking about that.
She then got a good look at a morose-looking burly man, who was looking at his hands with a solemn stoic expression. “She…needs me. I know it.” Brad Armstrong said to himself, having just realized he was no longer a mindless mutant monstrosity.
He still remembered Buddy. Even after seeing the terror and disappointment in her eyes during the last time they met, he still felt the urge to protect his adopted daughter. The promise of a wish, outlandish as it was, was all he had left.
When he looked at Madeline, he seemed shocked at first to see another female (as those in his homeland were all dead thanks to the apocalyptic events that happened there), but he got over his shock, trying to remain stoic. “Um…hi?” Madeline waved a hand, already telling something was off with him. Still, she tried to get as kind as possible.
As for Brad, he also realized she wasn’t the only one in this box. A silent glasses-wearing man wielding a crowbar with battle-damaged armor was looking around, curious at his surroundings. “You.” Brad pointed at him. “How do I get out?” He tried to hide the desperation in his voice as he moved towards him.
Gordon Freeman said nothing, as usual, merely adjusting his glasses before looking at the entrance. He rubbed his chin, examining the metal…
…but a string of bullets then struck against the door, spooking all three other combatants. “Ah, shit. Gonna need more firepower than that.” Hank J. Wimbleton sighed, putting away his uzi before looking to the others. “Hmmm…I literally don’t care about any of you…and my mission didn’t say anything about witnesses…I guess you’re okay.”
“Mission?” Madeline wondered, already having a feeling she needed to keep her distance away from the possibly jawless bandana-wearing ghoul of a man.
Hank then turned to Gordon, bringing out a knife that he put to the man’s throat. “You keep staring at me with those shitty glasses…and I might feel a slight urge to kill you dead. Same with all of you, really.”
“You’re welcome to try.” Brad said calmly, his fingers cracking as he considered how many ways he could secure his victory. For Buddy. For any way to keep the guilt within him at bay.
Team #5: Drake
“Fan-bloody-tastic. I’m back.” Octavia Goetia groaned. It had been bad enough to witness her father sink into depression thanks to the antics of a certain imp, but she was now back in the nightmarish ordeal that was the Arena.
“Excuse me! How can I be of assistance?” A medical reploid by the name of Iris wandered over to her, having seen her sad expression. Despite being shocked at her own circumstances, she was still dedicated to helping those in need.
That, and she had added a new directive: use the wish to restore her brother and, perhaps, reunite with Zero once more.
Octavia wasn’t sure how to respond, but the warm smile of the reploid caused her defenses to start to drop. “I…uh…can you fight? Because I think we’re going to need to fight.”
“I wish we didn’t have to…but something in me tells me that there are others that need our help out there.” Iris replied, sitting down next to her.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Dashing over to their spot was the Nobody known as Roxxas. He slightly remembered being sent here MUCH early into the series, so none of this was new to him. “I’m a little ticked to have been taken from my pals, but, if saving people is what we’re doing here, who am I to complain? We’ll all come back home anyway.”
Octavia would have responded, but she was starting to feel like there was a dark presence in the room…and it was all connected to the red-haired kid in the space-suit standing in the room with them. Cosmo Yuki seemed to be staring into space, his eyes sparkling with an otherworldly power.
He wandered over to them…examining them…judging them. “Weak.” He spoke as if the souls of many were within his voicebox, slapping Iris across the face.
“What the fuck?!” Octavia cried out.
“What was that for?!” Roxxas exclaimed.
“You are alright.” Cosmo stated to the Nobody, while Iris continued to stare at him with, at first, shock. When she looked into his eyes, there was a sort of understanding in her own gaze before she took several fearful steps back.
The Goetia also felt that fear, especially when those eyes looked at her. “Sorrowful, but pitiful. You will not survive the coming absolution.”
“I don’t care what this ‘absolution’ is! You can’t just slap somebody for now reason!” Roxxas materialized his two keyblades before he looked into those eyes as well. “…huh. You kinda look…empty.” He knew that look. The look of somebody without much of a soul.
Except this kid had the opposite problem. He looked like there were many souls within him…and most of them were filled with a cold rage that could frighten even the most hardened of souls. Anyway, he had his blaster with him, walking past them as he took aim at the door.
Before the doors even opened, they were blasted open with just one single shot from the blaster. Not many times in Arena history did this happen. Now, it certainly was, resulting in this team being the first to face the terror outside…
Team #6: Malice
Most souls that wound up in the same space as a creature as savage as an Ebony Odogaron would wind up torn to bloody bits. Thankfully, the three inside here were more than capable of handling the aggressive Fanged Beast.
Not that the creature didn’t give them a hard time. The creature’s Dragon-element attacks could degate any magic, as Mohg was finding out way too quickly.
“Have you forsaken me, my goddess?!” He exclaimed in outrage, the crackling red/black energy moving around his staff before he was tackled to the ground once more by the beast. It tried to bite around his head, his own claws holding open those jaws that were coming awfully close to pulping his cranium.
The beast suddenly found its tail tugged by another bloodthirsty figure in this Arena box. “KILL! MAIM! BURN!” Kharn the Betrayer yelled, slamming the beast into the side before raising Gorechild upwards, ready to slam down its unbreakable teeth against the monster’s hide.
Zipping out of the way, the Ebony Odogaron let out a ferocious roar, dragon energy flowing from its snapping jaws before Kharn let out a roar of his own, shaking the entire box.
“Beast or man…which one is which?” An armored samurai vampiric being walked next to Mohg, his helmet collapsing to reveal his face. “Maybe we’re just looking at two beasts?”
“It matters not.” The Lord of Blood stood up, gripping his staff once more. The magic of the Formless Mother began to flow through him once more, boiling footprints of blood left behind by his steps. “I see in them…potential. Potential to join my new dynasty!”
“Delusions of grandeur? Not the first time I’ve seen this.” Nagoriyuki moved closer, gripping his blade. “I don’t know why, but the one who once controlled my soul has been in this same scenario. I have awaited my chance to come here so I can see if there one that can match my skills.”
“Is that what you seek? Combat? To better yourself? To hone your blade?” Mohg wondered, grinning. “Join my kingdom and you shall have entire civilizations to rampage against! Endless pools of blood! It will make for an amazing offering for my wedding to-“
The Ebony Odogaron was thrown against him once more, Kharn stepping forward as he roared in fury. “KILL! MAIM! BURN!” He then turned to Nagoriyuki. “KIIIIIIILL!”
His mask coming back on again, the vampiric samurai readied his blade, already telling that this would be an opponent with sloppy techniques, but terrifying power. All this happening right as the doors began to open…
Team #7: Plebian Garbage
Being obsessed with making sure all eyes were on her and seeing her succeed at all times, Asuka Langley Soryu was less focused on the fact that she had been teleported at random to another realm (even though that didn’t do wonders for her already volatile temper) and more on wanting to win whatever ‘game’ was ahead…
…before kicking the ass of the one who brought her here, that is.
Alas, she was now in a shouting match with an individual more unpleasant than her. With a foul expression and a rather controversial origin story behind his memetic existence (seriously, the history of this meme is rather frightening), this was the Chudjak.
“Erm, why don’t you shut the fuck up forever? I bet I could pilot an EVA Unit better than your whiny ass.” He said in a nasally tone.
“Why don’t you ram your stupid face against the walls over and over again, idiot?!” Asuka yelled, ready to slug the man. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but, whatever it is, I’m gonna win it!”
Watching this argument was the hero of justice and defeater of demons, Foxy-Rena. She was already going through some drama back in her home universe, leaving her confused when she found herself in this realm all of the sudden. “I guess we’re putting the brakes on that plot-point.” She supposed, picking up her staff.
When she held it and remembered the voice in her head telling her about a wish (a voice that had spoken in everybody’s minds, really), she clenched that staff. ‘Thor…I promise to release you from Freyja’s control with my wish. Then…we can be together again.’ She then remembered her time with the more malicious Fenrir, her feelings now conflicted.
‘Stupid love-triangle bullshit.’
Her ears flicked when she detected a villainous presence nearby. Turning to the large imposing armored figure near her, she clenched around her staff. “Hmmm…interesting scenario I find myself in.” Alpharius of the Alpha Legion stated, rubbing his chin. Upon seeing the fox anthro, he suddenly felt a surge of magic around her. “What’s this? Magic born of Slaanesh?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but something’s telling me you’re a bad guy! One that I, Foxy-Rena, protector of justice, will strike down!”
“…cute.” Gripping around his Pale Spear, he slammed it into the ground, ending Asuka and Chudjak’s fight that way. “Many have faced me and have failed to realize that their chances against a hydra are slim. Even one wielding the magic of chaos can never hope to surpass me.”
“Is that right?!” Asuka looked for the nearest weapon she could find, ripping Foxy-Rena’s staff from her hands. “I don’t know what isekai shit this is, but-“
“Don’t use that! A heart filled with strife wielding it will only receive-“
In trying to summon whatever energy she could, Asuka was blasted back by the recoil of the failed blast, crashing into Chudjak in the process. “…a backfire.” Roxy-Rena finished.
“Amusing.” Alpharius said before the doors started to open. “Hmph. My efforts are wasted on you. I have conquering to do.”
“HEY! Don’t ignore me, asshole! We’re not done!” Asuka yelled, the Chudjak groaning behind her.
Team #8: SuperDocBoy
Once more, Junko Enoshima had found herself in this Arena, happy to spread/endure more despair. However, she wasn’t alone this time. “Hey, look! It’s me! I see you, me!”
The gigantic holographic version of herself, Alter-Ego Junko, loomed over her, carrying her on her shoulder. “That’s right, creator! Who’s ready to cause more despair?! I’ve already calculated a dozen ways we can do it!”
Her creator would have responded, but she then fell onto her knees, letting out an orgasmic yell. “SO MUCH DESPAIR! It’s just outside…all that havoc…all that mayhem…we need to get out of here! I won’t stay in this shitty prison for long!”
“What a coincidence, ladies.” A small guy wielding two MAC-10s approached the door, spinning them around while also sounding quite gravely. “Neither do I.” Pico looked for a lock to destroy, not even bothering to wonder how he got here.
The promise of a wish was certainly nice, but he was still mad that somebody had interrupted him from his nap.
With a mighty roar, yet another returner smashed himself against the gate, clawing at it before letting out a more frustrated roar. Azazel, the originator of the Devil Gene, then slumped back, looking slightly more defeated. ‘This is my fate?’ He wondered, his dialogue coming out as roars that everybody could understand thanks to telepathy. ‘To be sent from one prison to another?’
“Ooooooh, your despair is delicious, big guy!” Junko stated, resting on her stomach and kicking her legs back casually as she looked upon the tired-looking monster. “Tell me! Where does it come from?! Failed goals?! Unfulfilling life?! TELL ME!”
‘…silence.’ Azazel growled, narrowing his eyes, his rage climbing. ‘The fact that that giant version of you is looking down at me…is unforgivable.’
“Tough shit!” Alter-Ego Junko flicked his snout, his claws holding that snout as he growled in outrage. “You’re nothing but a bug compared to me! A big bug made of crystal candy! That’s just how it is.”
Pico did his best to ignore this, watching the doors open. “Well, back to business as usual.” He sighed, swinging around his weapons as he prepared for whatever mayhem awaited him.
Team #9: Kitte
Once again, Amy Rose had found herself in this Arena, her Pico Hammer clenched tightly in her hands. “Alright. Round…whatever this is. Who’s with me this time?” She already knew fully well of what her wish would be.
To bring back Sonic, of course, as well as everybody else that had been destroyed during that whole ‘Dimensional Merge’ incident.
“Huh? What?” A green-skinned manic-looking woman rubbed her eyes, having just woken up from a caffeine crash. “Oh. Shit. I’m in a crossover. Can this wait, like, a few more minutes?”
“I don’t think we’re going to have time for that.” Amy pointed out. “At any minute, those doors are gonna open and who KNOWS what’ll happen?”
The seemingly permanent grin on Annie’s face started to increase. “Oh…does that include lots of gratuitous violence and chaos?” She suddenly perked up, wielding a large mace. “Then sign me the fuck up!”
“Oh…kay. I love the enthusiasm!” Amy gave a nervous double thumbs-up.
Standing next to them was a witch with a blank expression on her face. “There had better be a good reason why my dinner was interrupted for this.” Ashley stated, her flat tone hiding a desire to use whatever magic spells she had mastered recently against whoever had ruined what she considered the best time of the day.
Any time that involved food, that is.
“Whatever that reason is, I bet there’s plenty of adventure to be had!” The cheerful freelance spelunker known as Annalyn exclaimed, spinning around her pickaxe casually. “Let’s get this show on the road, guys!”
“I couldn’t agree more!” Annie cackled, slamming her mace repeatedly against the doors. “C’mon! Hurry up and open! I ain’t got all day!”
“Neither do I.” Ashley calmly waved around her wand, causing a number of fireballs to crash into the door. By coincidence, the doors began to lift. “Better.”
One was eager for chaos. One was eager for retribution for the interruption of her meal. One was eager for adventure. One was eager to resurrect friends. Would they be prepared for what was to come? We shall see…
Team #10: Sketchfan
In his fourth form, Cooler had his arms crossed, scowling. “I have to deal with this idiocy again? Fine.” He then rubbed his chin. ‘I remember my foolish brother nearly getting to the end in that last tournament…but he must have lost. Otherwise, he’d be bragging about it. So…’
He smirked as he considered something. ‘He lost…and, now, I can humiliate him utterly by earning my own victory!’
It was as he was thinking that a battle was taking place behind him. Two ninjas were locked in combat, both returners to the Arena. “I’ll turn you into a fur coat after I feast on your flesh!” Mileena shouted, leaping into the air as magical sais flew from her weapons as projectiles.
Vanishing in a puff of smoke and leaving behind a log, Alopex leaped from another puff of smoke, clashing her kusarigama’s blade against her foe’s sais. “You’ll be lucky enough to leave this fight with even a hair of my fur in your teeth and claws!” She replied, kicking against her foe before spinning around with her weapon.
Taking a slash to the cheek, Mileena was driven berserk, her jaw splitting in two during her roar. “Head’s up, crazy lady!” A rocky fist slammed near her, forcing her back as the two women squared off against each-other.
Standing in the middle was the Red Riot himself: Ejirou Kirishima. “I don’t know what the heck is going on, but, whatever it is, it’s got me fired up!” Calming down, he looked to both women. “Seriously, though. What’s going on?”
“It doesn’t concern you! Get out of my way or-“
“Enough.” Cooler slammed his tail down, getting the attention of all three. “You would all do well to stay out of my way. But, for clarity’s sake, let me explain.” He turned to Kirishima, his cold gaze clashing against the more hot-blooded one. “Fight. That’s all you have to do. If any of you are lucky enough to make it to the end, you’ll be facing me…and losing. That is how it is.”
“Ah, I get it.” The red-headed one slammed his fist into his palm. “This is some kind of battle royale. I don’t remember signing up to this, but-“
“None of us did.” Alopex interrupted. “Just try to keep up…and watch your back.” She said ominously, vanishing into the shadows…only for them to be dispersed by the opening doors. “Crap! My exit!”
“Finally!” Mileena shouted, being the first to lunge past the doors. The others were also eager to escape…and face whatever was ahead of them.
Team #11: Meow
Carol, the humble owner of a flower shop and the creation of a union between her universe’s main forces of good and evil, groaned as she saw that her cell phone was only picking up static. “Guess I’m on my own for this.” Wielding a pair of oversized shears, she readied herself for whatever nonsense would take place.
“GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!” The violent-tempered demolition worker known as Anton let out a mighty yell, slamming his hammer down when he realized what was happening. “A perfectly good nap ruined and I’m pretty sure I forgot to lock the door to my apartment!” He still remembered how those moles ransacked his place, stealing his spirits.
An incident he wasn’t keen on repeating. Anyway, he turned to Carol, still steaming. “So, you’re also stuck in this dump? How do we get out?”
“Dunno. I think we just roll with the punches.” Carol shrugged.
“I’LL SHOCK THIS DOOR SOME PUNCHES!” Rushing at that barrier, he began to slam into it, generating a near-explosive burst of energy with each strike.
Watching this happen was also a certain pizza-hating troublemaker. “Get a load of this clown.” The Noise remarked, leaning against the wall as he smoked a cigarette, giving a grin towards the Kaka woman also in this box. “Soooooo…nobody told me that the broad that’s dating Peppino had a sister.” He gave a flirty growl, waving his hand.
Torakaka, warrior of the Kaka people, glared at the man. “Taokaka WARNED me about you. But, if we’re meant to be allies in this time, then so be it.”
“Okay! A little crossover would do wonders for my career.” The Noise stated, cracking his knuckles before watching Anton further, with Carol continuing to watch in an unimpressed way. “Yeesh. It’s like Peppino and a honey badger decided to screw.”
“Don’t put that image in my head, okay?” Carol remarked. “So, Tigger, got any ideas?”
“Just one.” Torakaka had not battled in quite a long time and she didn’t have a varied sort of weapons attached to her claws like Taokaka, but, what she lacked in variability, she made up for in raw strength.
As evidenced when she crouched, looked at any possible weak-points in the door, and sprung forth, smacking her tail and claws in various areas. That was enough to cause the door to lurch, even as it opened. “Well…that did something.” Anton was just glad that he didn’t have to be stuck in that place for long.
Even if there was chaos ahead, he didn’t care. He was coming home, one way or the other!
Team #12: A Fan
It was when Pomni woke up in a familiar crate did she realize that she was, once more, in the Arena again. The dual feelings of dread and hope filled her once more.
“Wait, are we starting the adventure now?” Ragatha wondered, rubbing her head as she also woke up. “Caine hasn’t even told us what we’re supposed to be doing!”
“Uh…Ragatha…how do I put this?” The jester-like being was happy that Jax appeared to be nowhere in sight (given how she was betrayed by him during the last Arena they were a part of), but her attention was then captured by the presence of another in the box.
Standing tall was an gummy candy alligator anthro in cowboy attire. “Blimey…what now?” He grumbled. “Wait. Was I…dead?” He faintly recalled the terrible feeling of being erased by that strange floating pair of teeth. He looked at his hands, still wondering if this was a dream.
At first, Pomni had to hold herself back, remembering that he didn’t remember her during the second time they met. Still, she couldn’t help but wander over to him, giving a shy wave. “Um…hi? This is gonna be a lot to take in, but-“
“Pomni?” A more joyous expression showed on his face. “Good to see ya’ again, mate.” However, his expression looked more concerned when he saw tears welling up in her eyes. “You…doing okay-WHOA!”
“YOU REMEMBER!” Pomni shouted, hugging him tightly. “I thought I’d never see you again after…” She wiped away her tears, realizing he was struggling to breathe. “Sorry, it’s just…it’s a lot to explain, but…I’m just glad you’re back.”
Adjusting his hat, he nodded. “Feeling’s mutual. So…this another one of Caine’s ‘adventures’?” He asked that with a tone of bitterness. “The same bloke that did that…thing to me…”
Giving a sympathetic expression, she shook her head. “No. Also, I’m REALLY sorry about that. He’s kind of crazy.”
As they chatted, Ragatha was comprehending the fact that an NPC actually REMEMBERED their past experiences with one of the ‘players’. “Either Caine’s going too far and playing a nasty joke…or…”
“C’mon, you piece of fucking shit, WORK!” Blitzo shouted, banging the Asmodean crystal against the door of the crate.
Another shock for the doll-like being came when she realized the profanity filter that usually happened within the Digital Circus wasn’t working at all. ‘What is even happening right now?!’ Shaking her head, she approached the imp. “It’s…nice to meet you?”
“Shut the fuck up, Raggety Ann! I’m a little busy here!” Blitzo shouted, having had it up to here with being sent to the Arena, only to wind up dead each and every time.
Both Pomni and Gummigoo looked to each-other. “So, you say you know what’s going on? How long are we going to be stuck here?”
His hand was suddenly held tightly by the jester-like one. “Just stick close with me. I’ll explain everything later. Ragatha!” She shouted, getting the doll’s attention. “Stick close! If we make it…we’ll all be free!”
“What are you talking abou-“ The doors started to open, startling her into moving behind Pomni, holding her other hand.
The imp in front of them looked behind himself, flipping them the bird. “Have fun with that, dorks. If I’m gonna do this shit again…I’m doing it fucking RIGHT!” He put away the Asmodean Crystal and whipped out a demonic glok, ready to carve a path of devastation through whatever would come his way...
The stage was set. Majora was lounging atop the highest tower in Clock Town, looking at the fear in the faces of all those there. The mayor looked like he was going to step out but the evil entity blasted some eye beams from its masked face, the host trying to pry the mask off to no avail.
Giggling, it then looked up at the sky, the moon continuing to loom over all before it flew in front of its outraged/frightened face.
“3...
...2...
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ALL SHALL MEET WITH A TERRIBLE FATE!”
PART 2: Termina Fields
Surrounded by crystals that worked like funhouse mirrors, Clock Town was no longer the humble town it once was. It was, instead, a fortress for the mad deity to oversee all. The manic-looking moon watched all as it hung over the place, its visage almost taking up the entire sky.
The moon appeared as terrified as the others down below, shedding a few tears that crashed into the ground at great velocity. Above the tallest tower, a sinister figure floated and surveyed all.
This…was Majora. More specifically, it was not Skull Kid that was possessed but an adult with a large backpack containing many broken masks along it. “Well, well, well…the players have finally come. It’s time to give them a warm welcome!” Its hideous masked face was held high, fingers of the fiend rising up.
With a snap, it called upon mere visages of the fiends that were controlling the major lands of Termina. Despite being visages, their attacks would be VERY much real. Granted, they were weaker than the real thing, but still.
All taking place in the once peaceful meadows of Termina Fields. The skies were now an even more violent red, as the monsters began to materialize. All of the crates suddenly exploded open like confetti, the combatants scattered around right as the visages began to show.
(Majora’s Mask Boss Battle Remix Cover-Vetrom)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAD3aH30im0
Marching from thin air was an army of demonic tribal warriors with large swords and shields. Their masked expressions were vicious, all letting out mechanical-sounding shrieks as they swung their weapons in unison. Branch-like growths were wriggling around them, fireballs flung from their swords with each swipe.
This was the Odolwa army and they lived for carnage.
“GET BACK!” Iris shouted to her teammates, several fireballs crashing to where she was. Lacking the proper combat materials, she could little else but wait for the opportunity to assist her allies in healing. For now, she needed to get away from the approaching army.
Roxas attempted to zip away, but a humongous swarm of flies suddenly tackled him. “GAH! AHHHHHHHHH!” He tried to swing at them, but the numbers were too vast, all of them devouring him alive until he was nothing more than bones.
Octavia knew all of this was bad news, so she tried to remember a spell that would help her teleport out of harm’s way. All that did was cause her to teleport into the air, the clouds parting to reveal the source of the bugs.
It was a titanic insectoid monstrosity, the body like that of a floating centipede. The two heads attached to the top all ended in three-eyed razor-mandibled heads, one crimson and the other blue. They all roared at her, the flies coalescing into clawed arms that it would try to use to whack her out of the sky.
This was Twinmaul, the Twinmold monsters made into one.
Before Octavia could be swatted away, both Spyro and Cynder flew around the behemoth, breathing both flames and dark purple fire at it. It let out a dual roar, especially as the flies making up its arms were reduced to cinders. “Yeesh! Somebody call pest control!” Spyro remarked.
“FOCUS!” Cynder yelled, especially as the Twinmaul dove into the ground, ripping through it and even throwing around some Odolwa soldiers as it did so. Its twin-tails slapped through the air, cracking against it with the force of a thunderclap. One that blew both dragons to the side.
When it resurfaced, it tried to attack Pomni’s group, the mandibles shredding through what remained of their crate as they ran for cover. “If this isn’t one of Caine’s adventures…what does that mean for us?!” Ragatha shouted.
“No time! Just keep running! Doesn’t matter where we go!” She pointed to one of the many regions in the area. “We need to find cover!”
“No arguments here!” Gummigoo grabbed both of his pals and started to run faster, causing Pomni to blush. Right as he did that, the Twinmaul rose up again, smashing more through the ground before Amy Rose smashed her hammer against the side of its red head, with Pico opening fire on the other one.
It seemed like many were going after the larger opponent, as Cooler was joining in by generating a sizable Death Ball in his hand. “I’ll finish this off quickly!” He said, making sure there were also some combatants in the way. He wasn’t interested in dragging out this game. Only making sure it ended quickly.
When he threw it, Alice was among the first to notice. “Shit! Find cover!” She was tackled to the ground by Kinger, who had suddenly gained a shotgun to fend off some of the fly swarms coming their way. “I appreciate the save, but where did you get that?!”
“…I found it.” He stated that like it was no big deal, blasting away more of the swarms as they tried to reach them. As for Twinmaul, it buried under the ground, attempting to escape the Death Ball.
When it crashed, one of the unfortunate souls caught in the blast was Estir, the woman barley having a chance to react before she was annihilated by the mighty blast. Out of the smoke, Twinmaul’s tails crashed into Cooler, sending him smashing through some of the trees.
Amy had also managed to escape the Death Ball, smashing through the shield of one Odolwa warrior. “There’s too many of them! Let’s regroup somewhere else!”
“Can’t hear you! Having too much fun!” Annie was gleefully battering her way through the army of warriors, making many combos while Anton joined the fray as well.
While ground-pounding one warrior, he noticed Annie, causing him to groan. “Figures!” He exclaimed, but the winds then started to pick up, a humongous hurricane forming out of nowhere, taking him with it. “WHOAAAAAA!”
Several others joined him, a humongous fish-like shape swimming within the winds. It had large clawed fins, a serpentine tail, and a massive pair of jaws, the face looking like a metal piranha mask. Smaller versions of itself joined it, shredding through anything that dared get caught up in the hurricane.
This was Gyorgorg, the beast no longer bound by the water. Now, it would bring the water to its foes, devouring all in its path.
Anton, having already dealt with a monstrous fish back during his adventures, was slightly put off by the even MORE vicious fish that he was facing. “That’s it! I’m coming to get ya’, ya’ windbag!” He yelled, trying to swim through the winds before finding himself having to fend off a bunch more of the smaller fishes.
Brad was punching through entire schools of them, intending to get back to the Odolwa army to lay waste to them. The sheer brutality of what was happening awakened that vicious part of himself. A part that would annihilate all in his way if it meant returning to Buddy once more.
Blitzo was also trapped in the hurricane, struggling to find his balance. “Gonna…be…fucking…SICK!” His cheeks filled up with vomit before acidic bile ejected from his mouth, slapping some of the fishes behind him and melting away at them.
As for Gyorgorg, it tried to bite down on Alopex, the ninja mutant arctic fox’s tail almost getting chomped down by those claws. “It’s like…being trapped in a rushing river!” She shouted, the monster even twisting around in the hurricane to prevent anybody from tackling it in the hurricane.
“Can’t…focus!” Another fox, Foxy-Rena, exclaimed, her dress almost getting torn to pieces thanks to the winds and water. She couldn’t see a thing, but she did see the outline of the jaws of her foe heading straight for her. “EEK!”
Thankfully, Mileena crashed into its side, stabbing her sais repeatedly into the mask-like exterior. “Hey! That was my kill!” Annie shouted, spinning around before crashing into Anton, and knocking each-other out cold. The hurricane would end them throwing them around, much like with many more combatants.
Not even Madeline’s double-dash could help her escape the hurricane, her screams echoing across the fields as she was flung towards Snowhead mountains, along with a few other combatants.
“SO…MUCH…DESPAIR!” Junko shouted in joy, flung to another corner of Termina, while Azazel clenched his claws into the ground, trying not to get caught up.
‘This…is not…my destiny!’ He growled, only to see Hank walking over to his claws. ‘You! Assist me! I shall give you great power and-‘
“Nope.” He shot his fingers, causing him to let go and be dragged into the hurricane, which flung his roaring frame violently into a more nearby corner of the fields.
With that, the man went back to taking care of the Oldowa army, which was summoning entire pillars of fire to add to the apocalyptic landscape. Bunnicula was barely managing to escape, his small size helping him move past the vicious warriors, though his fur was nearly burnt by the waves of fire.
No stranger to war, Rose Quartz was already sweeping a path of devastation through the Odolwa warriors, her shield crashing against another’s sword before she slammed her blade down to generate a wave of pink energy that sent them flying back. It was during this that she bumped into Nagoriyuki’s back, causing them to both instinctively clash their blades together.
“Such strength! But let’s focus on the bigger threat!” The samurai yelled, slicing through one of the heads of his foes, green energy seeping out before roots rose from the stump, trying to strangle him. He just grabbed those roots, flinging around the warrior’s body to crash into the others.
Nodding, Rose refocused, but then found a horrible scene of carnage occurring when Kharn finally let loose. “KILL! MAIM! BURN!” He fought through the flames, his weapon cleaving through the warriors, only to cause many roots to start flying around from the stumps. They tried to wrap around him, but he just smashed them into nothing, roaring in utter fury.
“Hmph. Foolish berserker.” Alpharius threw some Venom Spheres onto the ground, spearing through many of the warriors, but the poison they created actually caused a few of the warriors to get bigger, their blades now radiating with the stuff. “Oh. Errors have been made. But that was my plan all along!”
“I hardly think ‘make the enemy stronger’ is a good plan, tough guy!” Coco shouted, joining Crash as they hopped from one enemy to the other, the eyes atop their heads proving to be good weak spots. The bandicoot anthro heroes spun against those eyes, causing the warriors to fall down, shaking around before turning into mulch.
Their path of victory was interrupted when a giant foot crashed down on the army. “Despair! All of you! None of you are gonna win! Don’t you realize that?!” Alter Ego Junko may have not had time to formulate a plan that would bring absolute despair, but she was still relishing how LARGE the army was and how less than 30 combatants were left to deal with them.
Gordon Freeman was nearly swatted away, but his crowbar swing parried her hand perfectly. “GAH! Hope! I hate that! HATE IT! HATE IT!” It wasn’t so much the power of that crowbar that held her back, but his unwavering determination did that. He then continued to fight through the army of warriors, continuing to use his crowbar.
Some of the monsters were now were climbing atop Alter-Ego Junko’s legs, only for a few to be stomped into nothing. That didn’t stop the hurricane from earlier consuming her, dispersing her digital structure enough so that she was deleted, her eyes widening in shock at this before she was destroyed for good.
That hurricane would suddenly find boiling blood filling it, causing the visage of Gyorgorg to let out a pained cry, flinging away Mileena before the boiling blood managed to cause it to disappear, thought the hurricane would linger.
“YES! JOIN US IN SLAUGHTER! LET MY DYNASTY SPREAD TO THIS WORLD!” Mogh shouted, raising his staff as his wings spread out as well. He spun it around, more of that boiling blood spreading around.
A beam of what looked like pure light tore through the army, courtesy of a hideous roar coming from Cosmo Yuki’s mouth. His face looked like it was twisting in horror before becoming stoic once more. He marched through the army, not reacting to anymore of the devastation around him.
One thing that did make him move was the last of the visages rushing through like a rampaging bull. Looking like a mechanical centaur, the monster had the body of a goat-like fiend and the top-half of a humanoid, the mask looking stoic and constantly surging with volts. Lightning crashed wherever it went, creating a more chaotic environment.
This was G.O.H.T (Greatest in Horrible Times, as Majora put it). Riding atop it was Mr. Puzzles, the man panicking as he held onto the head. “JEANE! STOP THIS CRAZY THING!”
“I’m on it!” Annalynn raced after the fiend, her pickaxe stabbing into some boulders to throw at it. It shrugged off the blows, kicking them back with the force of meteors. “YIKES!”
Asuka had been holding onto the legs this whole time, using an Odolwa sword to stab into the metal. “Fall, you oversized bucking bronco! FALL!” She refused to look like a fool in front of the others, especially that Chudjak!
Not that she had to worry. He had been squashed flat by the hooves of the rampaging fiend anyway.
The Ebony Odogaron ran alongside the being, roaring as it leaped into the air and attempted to bite down on it. All it got was electricity to the head, causing it to tumble towards where the Noise was breakdancing over the Chudjak’s corpse. “OH NO!” He shouted, the both of them being sent towards the hurricane by the crash they had.
Torakaka had managed to leap onto the monster’s flank, her claws managing to make a dent. She struggled not to be bucked off, with Carol also stabbing her shears into the monster. “Is there anything that can slow this guy down?” She wondered, her shears almost slipping as the running continued.
She got her answer when Kirishima came rushing at the fiend head-on. “Mess with the bull and I get the horns?! FINE BY ME! I WANT THOSE HORNS!” Hardening himself as much as he could, he tanked the very chest of the fiend, breaking through the visage before his knocked-out form was sent hurtling into the hurricane.
Almost everybody was flung off by the stopping of the defeated visage, also sent into the hurricane. The Twinmaul visage rose from the ground again, attempting to chow down on them, only to be hit with a magic blast.
Ashley’s doing, as she had transformed them into a hot dog for her to eat. “That takes care of dinner.” She said, only to nonchalantly be carried by what remained of the rapidly fading hurricane. “Oh.” She simply said, carried to parts unknown like many others.
Throughout this mayhem, Alastor was calmly walking towards Clock Town, already coming up with a plan. “What a delightful show this is. I wish I could stick around, but I think I want a word with the boss.” He cheerfully said.
He didn’t know Jax was sneaking behind him, having managed to slip away in the mayhem. “Ticket to freedom…here I come.” He rubbed his hands together, ready to cause some mayhem of his own if he had to. Nothing was getting in his way of freedom. Nothing.
And so, the quest of those who remained began! The visages were already tough opponents…but the real versions of these bosses would be so much worse.
As for how Majora felt, it clapped its hands, despite its host wanting to use those hands to tear its mask off of his face. “Lighten up! The game’s just begun! I wonder what will happen next?” He turned to the terrified Clock Town citizens still in their homes, letting out a shrieking noise to scare them. “I WONDER! DON’T YOU?!"