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// Chapter 11: Unfair Advantage is Unfair. 
// Story: OC Battle! 
// by zekromthepokemon 
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        Magica walked down the hallway. She was looking for a specific door, but she just couldn’t find it. Her eyes lit up when she found the one she was looking for.  On a gold plate it read “Manager”. Umbreon was sitting at the desk and scribbling on a piece of paper.
        “Sit down,” he ordered. She did as told. He put the paper inside the desk he had and slid the pen to the side. “You appear to be the only only here who actually has a level head.  I know that you’re going to be a very important player in our little game.”
        “Is this a game or test of some kind?” she asked.
        “Yes, this whole hotel and everything that surrounds it is called the Battle Dimension, and in it our little game called OC Battle takes place. Never mind what the OC part means. Every once in a while when you’re ambling around the hotel you will be transported to the auditorium or to a arena. If you’re transported to the arena you will be forced to fight the other player who also got teleported. Since you seem to be one of the OCs who are bound to stay very long here, I decided to give you a gift or two . . .”
        “That seems a little unfair to the other contestants,” she pretended to sound concerned.
        “Do you care?” he smirked evilly.
        “Only if the others find out,” she snickered.
        “Here is something that the others aren’t going to be able to get until, I don’t know, maybe a week from now?” He handed her an emerald coin. “That beauty that you’re holding in your hooves is called a Battle Bit. You can use it in the hotel gift shop, which technically isn’t a gift shop. It gives you a variety things that can help you cope with being here. It can be from luxuries within your room to things that can aid you in battle. It’s a few doors down and is right beside the rec room.”
        “Thanks for the help,” she followed his directions and found a kiosk. Three little girls were sitting in lawn chairs in front of it. Each of them had unusually large heads and eyes. The one in the right lawn chair had blonde ponytails, blue eyes and a blue shirt with a black stripe, the one in the middle had long straight orange hair, red eyes and a red shirt with a black stripe. The one in the left lawn chair had black hair with points on either side, green eyes, and a green shirt with a black stripe across it. They all had their eyes closed and were relaxing.
        “Ahem,” 
They all looked shocked.
“Cheater! You’re not supposed be able to see us until next week!” yelled the green one.
“Buttercup, she’s probably just that potion maker Umbreon told us about,” said the red one.
They all seemed to teleport from the lawn chairs with streams of light matching their respective colors showing path from the lawn chairs to the back of the counter.
“I’m Blossom, the general sales-girl,” said the red one.
“I’m Bubbles, the sidekick seller!” said the blue one.
“And I’m Buttercup, the battle merchant!” said the green one.
“Hmmm . . . What do you have for sale right now Blossom?” asked Magica.
“A sofa, lava lamp, lava lamp with real lava, burlap sack, and assorted spoons and tea cups,”  she stated.
“What about you Bubbles?”
 “Do you have a signed voucher?”
“What do you mean?”
“To get a sidekick your author must send you a signed voucher.”
“Is there some way I could choose one and send my ‘author’ a message for a voucher?”
“Nope, you can only choose if your author allows you too, and no, you can’t send messages to your author either,”
She sighed in frustration.
“What do you have Buttercup?”
“Well, since you're a potion maker I think you might want some of these,”  she then put a phoenix feather, dragon scale, and a jar with pulsing white energy within it on the counter.
“Wait, you guys have raw magic?”
“Yep, so you don’t have to be all pooped trying to make it, and since you’ve been such an interested customer, and since we’re not officially open, you can have it for free,” Magica grabbed the raw magic and galloped off.
“Ha-Ha suckers!” Buttercup bragged to her sisters.
“You’re just lucky that potion ingredients are classified as Battle items,” Blossom retorted.