Dr. Terrible began opening different hotel doors looking for a government agent or scientist. Behind one of the doors he found the Bucketman with an empty bottle of beer in one hand and a ball in the other. He was resting on the bed. He wasn’t asleep yet, but it seemed that he wasn’t exactly going to be jumping and moving around a lot. Dr. Terrible pointed his death ray at him. “Rebeel yur idendidi amb speshes noew!” he said. The bucketman looked at him, and a snicker could be heard from him. “Duh ooh nut unterdand?” He then realized his speech was garbled since he had his death ray in his mouth. He rummaged through his coat again and found a piece of tape. He wrapped the tape around death ray and his left hoof. “Species and identity! NOW!” he yelled again, pointing the now taped death ray at Bucketman. Bucketman looked at him again, hopped off the bed, and walked over to the colt. He patted a hand on himself and waggled his index finger. He then began to prance around childishly. He then put his hands on his hips as if to say “Do you understand?”
“What?! I’m not playing a game. Tell me now or I’ll shoot you!” he warned. Bucketman dug a hand into one of his many pockets in his jacket and pulled out a muffin. He stuffed it in the mouth of Dr. Terrible and patted his head, then went back down and laid down on his bed again to resume throwing and catching the ball. Dr. Terrible spat out the muffin. “How dare you treat me like a child! It’d be a waste to shoot a imbecile like you!” He then shot the ball Bucketman was playing with. When it landed back on his hand with . . . stuff on it he dug into his jacket with his clean hand and pulled out a box of wipes. Dr. Terrible decided to leave.
He was about to go back to his room when he heard a booming voice that could be heard throughout the building.
“Everyone within the hotel is to report to the auditorium. Follow the green arrows to the destination.” Green fluorescent arrows then appeared on the ground.
“I figure I should humor the government scientists this time. I will destroy them later along with any more unruly ‘hotelmates’.” He followed the arrows and eventually found himself in a small room with the others. He noted how strange some of them were. Most of them were normal, but one of them had different colored eyes and another was a gryffon with a cannon on his arm.
There was a small stage and the whole room was mainly wooden with some marble.he only thing not being those two j was the velvet curtains. The lights dimmed and the curtains opened, revealing a short figure in a hood which a spotlight shone on. It then walked up to the microphone onstage and pulled off the hood, revealing itself to be Umbreon.
“Hello combatants, and welcome to OC Battle. This is a place of strange and mysterious circumstances. You all are going to be mere pawns and your mere existence is worthless . . . until you come here. Within the bounds of this dimension you may do what you wish, but there will be a time when you must face each other in combat.” He put his hood back on and walked to the back of the stage. The spotlight turned off and the curtains closed in front of him. The lights then came back on.
“Well, that explained absolutely nothing,” Dr. Terrible complained.
“I agree,” said TwiPie and Crumbs.
“As do I,” Ink Sword added.
“Well, I have no idea what to do. I mean, we could go back to our rooms, but that seems too boring.” Sugar said.
“How about we look around this accursed place until we find something of interest. I believe there were some other rooms along the way here,” Dr. Terrible offered.
“Yeah, that’s something,” said Scarlet Blur They all grouped together and walked outside. Dr. Terrible led the way and went left, and they walked and walked and walked, finding nothing but hotel rooms.
“Wait!” Dr. Terrible exclaimed, stopping everyone. He pointed his death-free hoof at a door which had a sign on it reading “REC ROOM”.
When they went in, they all stood in shock. It was a huge room filled with all sorts of things. There was a gym, a dojo, a lab, a cafe, a library and lots of other things of interest.
“Oh. my. gosh.” said Sugar. They all then began doing whatever activity suited them within the room. Sugar was at the cafe, munching on some fries that she found already hot and made on a counter. She didn’t even bother asking where it came from.
“TwiPie?” Sugar said, swallowing some more fries. TwiPie licked the icing from the cupcakes she was eating around her face.
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what’s up with that blue guy?” she asked, looking toward Swift Sky, who was sitting on a sofa.
“What about him?”
“Well, he really hasn’t done a single thing. It seems like nothing interests him here. I kinda feel sorry for him,” said Sugar. TwiPie gasped and began to chuckle.
“Seems like you have a thing for him,” TwiPie giggled knowingly.
“I do not!” Sugar defended.
“Why don’t you go talk to him? You might get married a while from now if you do,” she teased.
“Oh shut up,” she groaned.
“Fine, then I’ll just have to talk to him since you're not interested,” TwiPie hopped off her seat and was about to walk to him, but Sugar stopped her.
“Ugh, fine, I do kinda like him, but it’s only because he’s the least annoying stallion here,” she revealed.
“I see what you mean,” TwiPie said, looking over the rest of the males.
The TV shut off. “Umbreon was there? Well, call me a chimera’s uncle,” Celestia remarked. HANDS?!? *gasp*
_Marked as resolved_
_Re-opened_
Yeah, He's a human