//------------------------------// // ACT 3 PART 3 // Story: The Great Fandom Man! // by Jake Witt //------------------------------// It took me several days, but I completed the task. You don't stand on the pole, you balance the darn thing on the bottom of your foot. How? You lie on the ground. I can already feel the magic! WOW! Anyway, I left the dojo when I bumped into a pony, causing him to drop his clipboard. "Whoops! Need help?" I inquired. He was a small pink colt with a long red mane and rose cutiemark. Using his magic to grab everything. "I'm fine. Name's Pleasant Run, would you like to sign this petition?" I looked at the paper with names starting from 'GaP Trixie' and ending ten names down to 'the Flash'. "What's this for?" "It's a petition to prevent Twilight Sparkle from becoming an alicorn at all costs." I gave him a look as he added, "Also, its common knowledge here that it will happen." "Yeah, no. I have a friend from the future that lives in this world that showed me a pic of Princess Twilight eating a hayburger." I showed a holographic copy of the pic. Run gave a knowing smirk, "Look at it, again." "Great scott!" I exclaimed as the picture changed to Scootaloo wrecking somebody's scooter with unicorn Twilight in the background, same date stamped. "Do you know what this means?!" "Yep! No change, no problem! OP unicorn Twilight will be great!" "No! Tirek will kill us all and Rainbow Dash wont pass her history test, to name a few problems." I explained. The picture changed again to one of disaster. No time stamp, just a message in blood and a dead Tirek. The colt backed up, "Welcome and meet the Velvet Horror. Sober and ready for the hour. Can you beat me or will you flee? honk HONK :0)" I stared at the picture, "A clown. Either he's an evil Ronald McDonald or a sober Gamzee." "Love, Gamzee." Pleasent Run read. "[]This just got real.[/]" I commented. Suddenly a beat up Delorean materialized in front of us as I was in the driver's seat with Pleasent Run giving us a creepy smile. Other me got out, leaning on the hood, "Yeah, we almost died... Don't bring the kid, Joker is there... um... He didn't have a pleasant- er... Good time." Another Delorean appeared with more blood than damage on it. Rolling down the window, another me was wearing shades, pointing at future me. "I'm from his future or technically, your alternate future." He pointed to his missing right hand with a blue aura keeping it from bleeding out. "I lost my right hand and the ultimatrix gained a mind of its own and ran off with it." We were bobbing our heads to the song... except for Pleasant Run, staring at his possibly dead future self. "Are you even listening?" He asked, attempting to pull down his shades before remembering his lack of a dominant hand as the stub past by. Future me shook his head to serious mode. "Don't drink the water, got it!" "How does getting a majority of your arm cut off translate to anything involving water?!" Future me showed future-future me his melted right hand, "Because of this?" "So... um... Do I bring the kid or am I destined to lose my hand in a doomed future?" I asked. They looked at each other then back at me and shrugged. Suddenly another Delorean showed up, but it was the 2015 Delorean that hovered above us with a me shaking off the frost on him as he stood on the hood. "Actually, you grab Mew and grab this Delorean before facing off against Dallas." He hopped back inside his Delorean and flew off with Mew driving, causing the other two future me's to vanish from the time stream. I looked down to see Pleasant Run shred his petition and gallop off. "Cortana, get my 2015 Delorean." "Roger that. I'll call Moe Mew." I dodged the barrette of gunfire as I stood in an alley, back against a wall. I popped the dial on my ultimatrix, scrolling around. "I need something indestructible..." Suddenly I stopped at my DeadPool form. I was about the slam the ring down when the hologram moved and my Mask form appeared. I don't know what they're saying, but from Mask shaking his fist: it was fighting words. I rolled my eyes before moving on, but they would push the hologram away for my attention. Suddenly my animanic (looks sort of like Wakko) form walked by, stopped to watch, grabbed popcorn and sat down. Oscar! I could use some help here! Mew shouted over our linked minds. (Hold on! My fourth wall breaking forms wont let me transform.) I'm serious! (So am I! We're dealing with Gamzee and the Joker, backed up by Dallas while in Season 4 waaay too early! The last thing I want is this rubber chicken fight.) Mask had a num chuck made of squirrels and a piece of the shirt he ripped off as DeadPool swung at him with a rubber chicken. "Little help here Cortana!" "Those two are our current options. Should I mix them?" "Please don't. The universe cant handle it." I thought about it. "Are you sure I don't have a Draconequuis?" Suddenly my Discord form showed up, knitting a picture of Blake Shelton pointing to himself, but the arm was extended to point at Discord. "We do now." That's when my two combatants got the jump on him. My Q form casually sat in a throne next to the animaniac, watching the fight and waving at me. "Its been a while, but might I recommend Q? Just being there he one ups everyone." "But I'm not really me when I'm him!" "You're not really you when you're the Mask." Stop picking favorites and HELP me!! Mew shouted. I looked over to see him hold countless amount of projectiles, trying to prevent them from hitting him. He doesn't look too good... I slammed my ultimatrix ring down, transforming. Q stood there brushing himself off as he got off Fandomcord, who helped Mask to his feet, who wedgied FandomPool to his feet with "Wonk" the Animanic hopping to his feet away from Mask. Everyone look to their chests at the fractured ultimatrix in their possession. "Q did it!" Wonk shouted, pointing at the being. Q smirked as he bit into a Krabby Patty, talking with the food in his mouth, "Quilty is charged. Now, who wants to spread chaos?" He tossed the rest of is sandwich to Fandomcord, who ate it in one bit. He raised a talon with a stoked grin on his face. Masked laughed while holding a rocket launcher over his shoulder, "That's the best kind of parties!" He then held up Wonk in his free hand, "Lead the way Willie!" Wonk fell to the ground before getting up and fixing his hat, "Never mind. Mew is that way." Joker kept destroying boxes with a gun in a hospital, but he wasn't finding Mask. He then felt himself be pushed into one box of the boxes as clown Mask closed the lid and repeatedly beat the box with a mallet with Wonk. Mask then put the box into a box, then into a box, then into a box, then into a dumpster, then into a box, before chaining it, and putting it into a box. Mask turned to see living ponies and ripped off his costume for a super hero look. "Do not fear, dear ponies-" "Well, hello Nurse!" Wonk said, an arm around Nurse Red Heart. Mask rolled his eyes and tossed Wonk away, "Don't take my spotlight, kid." He began to flex his muscles as FandomPool crashed through the window. "We are so going to unalive you!" He paused, talking to his voices. "I am totally going to take over this part!" I (as in FandomPool) took out my fish-themed katanas- my katunas, to be exact! -and leaped through the window, kicking myself away from the building to land on Dallas. using the fish end, I began slapping him. "This is for being a clown! This is for having better guns! This is for making me love you!" "Woah! Woah! We don't swing that way!" My serious voice exclaimed, shocked. "Wait, he's a dude?!" I questioned, poking to see if his arm was real. "Plot twist!" My crazy voice squeed. "Did you seriously just ask that?" "Maybe. Also, I think he's shooting at my face." *blam! blam! blam! blam! blam!* "Probably not. Finish him!" I watched as FandomPool ended Dallas with a katana with a fish tail handle. I turned my focus to our most dangerous foe yet, "Fandomcord." "Q." "We can just end him instantly or just fix time with a snap of our fingers." "But what fun would that be?" "Exactly." Gamzee charged at us with his juggling pins in both hands and messed up makeup with three purple cuts into his face. He actually managed to make Fandomcord bleed out severely and made me lose my head. I then reappeared, firing fingers from my hand turned gattling gun. When that failed, I got lazy and fixed the time-space continuum. Oscar and the Mario Brother heads shared looks before looking back at me. "Is that why I'm Alien X for no reason?" Oscar asked. "Yes." I answered, cleaning off my complete ultimatrix badge. Mario gave out a sigh, "Meeting adjourned." When Oscar woke up, he stood in the Rafiki Dojo doorway as a pink and red unicorn colt trotted on by.