Chapter 13: SPOOKY CHAPPER (not really)
Luna stood onstage. “We have a special episode for you today. We’re finally officially introducing sidekicks! You may now all send vouchers to your OCs. One request for a sidekick came early, so there’s going to be a sidekick in this chapter,” she stated, “Enjoy the show!”
Magica was in her room labeling the potions she had made that day. She was about to stick a tag on a green potion when she heard a knock on her door. She put the potion on a table and walked over to the door, unsure who would be at her door at this or any other time. A yellow dog creature with big black eyes looked up at her.
“Hello, I’m Jolteon, and I’ll be your temporary host for the Battle dimension!” Jolteon said with a smile.
“What happened to Umbreon?” Magica asked.
Jolteon scratched the fur on her neck.
“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, I have a few questions to ask you.” She pulled out a clipboard and pen out of nowhere and put on some reading glasses.
“How would you rate your stay here? Would you say ‘I hate it here!’
‘it’s great!’ or ‘it could be better?’”
“It could be better,” Magica answered.
“Perfect!”
She wrote something on the piece of paper, still having that constant smile on her face.
“How would you feel if any of the facilities inside the hotel such as the rec room were outside?”
“I don’t really use the rec room, but the gift shop . . . I kinda like it being inside, but it might get a little crowded when the others find out about it, so Maybe if you expanded it if you decided to actually go through with it.”
“Awesome!” she wrote on the paper again.
“Okay, last question. How would you destroy Zekrom if you ever had the chance?”
“I don’t know . . . I’m not sure, since I don’t exactly know who he is or how powerful he is, but I guess I could throw a few potions at him.”
“Great!” She returned the clipboard to wherever she got it from and took off the glasses. “Before I leave, here’s a sidekick voucher your author sent you.” She handed Magica the voucher and scurried off.
Magica was at the gift shop.
“You have a voucher?” Bubbles asked. Magica proudly slid the paper onto the table. Bubbles swiped it up.
“Thank you!”
She turned around and fed it into a machine of some kind.
“The card to your sidekick will be in your room when you go back there,” Bubbles said.
“Card? What do you-” Bubbles then held her arm, I mean hand, I mean, SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HECK DO THEY HAVE? Let’s just try this again on a new paragraph.
Bubbles held her upper appendage to Magica’s mouth and whispered, “you’ll see when you get there.”
A blank gray card sat on her table. She picked it up with her magic and was about to look at it more closely, but it turned into a stone brick with a loud clunk. It then burst into a huge gray sand cloud, blinding her and making her lose concentration. She dropped it in the kerfuffle and soon heard sounds of stone, chains, and other things snapping together.
When the smoke cleared, the table was in splinters on the floor. What stood in its place was a stone golem. It was made out of bricks. Magica ran her hoof across the golem’s surface, surprised by how smooth each individual brick was. Magica took her hoof off of it and looked at its face. It was mainly just a block of the same stone bricks, but the only thing that really stood out to her was the one-inch-wide slit going from the front to the back of the head. Magica was about to say something, until she spotted a stone tablet with inscribings on it at the golem’s feet. She picked it up and read it aloud.
“To turn on your S.A.G.E., or Some Automated Golem Enslaved, please wave your hoof in front of it.”
Magica cautiously waved her hoof in front of the automaton’s face. Two blue lights in the slit flickered on. She read some more from the table “Once he is turned on, say ‘Activate’ and a compartment will open where you can put the tablet. After some scanning, he’ll be ready for use.”
She finished reading and turned the tablet around to make sure there was nothing else of interest to read. It was blank, so Magica said ‘Activate” as it told her to. A drawer-type thing then slid out of its chest and she stuck in the manual. A whirring sound could be heard from within the golem.
When the sound stopped, Magica was in the air three feet above the ground. The golem had picked her up and was either trying to crush all her vital organs or hugging her.”
“What . . . are you . . .doing?” Magica wheezed.
A low growling sound came from the golem and he put her down.
“Tell me why you showed such carelessness towards your master!” she demanded. The golem responded with another low growl.
“Speak!”
A low mumble came from the automaton.
“Speak . . . up,” she said, gritting her teeth.
”Raaw-Baaa Tooooo-tra,” the golem responded in a deep, gruff voice.
“Okay, since you can’t speak, can you at least draw it out or something?” she sighed.
The golem took a step to the right off of the wooden shards. He began to sort them into a pattern of some kind. He then pulled Magica to his side.
“You wanted to give me a hug . . . because you love . . . me.”
She looked in horror at the crudely put together picture of a heart.
“No . . . I can’t have a minion who loves me. He’s supposed to blindly follow my orders and not care what they are.It’s platonically right?”
“Un-trunta-pok?”
“Draw it.”
He then repositioned the pieces of wood into a question mark.
“You don’t know what platonically means . . .”
He shook his head.
“Do you know what a crush is?”
He shook his head again.
She paced, trying to think of another question.
‘What do you see me as?”
He rearranged the wood again to make a picture. He suddenly stopped and grabbed a wooden chair. He crushed it into more pieces and dumped them onto the floor with the others.
After another minute or two of shuffling around the destroyed furniture,he stopped and looked to Magica. She examined the new picture. It was a surprisingly detailed picture of her hugging the golem with a speech bubble saying “I love you son,” .
“That explains it. Time to go to the gift shop and ask for a trade-in.”
She started for the door, but a green pillar of light wrapped around her.
“Great . . .” she groaned as she disappeared.
Magica was then warped to a new arena. She looked around and noticed that this arena was different. Unlike the last arena, this one was much more . . . vibrant, to say the least. It was a large town with a bunch of brightly colored houses, with jump ropes, pogosticks, and other toys for fillies and colts laying strewn about. Magica began to walk down the sidewalk, examining the whole town. It was quite strange, because a lot of things suggested people lived here, but there wasn’t a soul to be seen. She looked at the street and saw that Jolteon was standing in the middle of it, tapping her foot with her trademark smile still profusely in view. She was standing with Ink Sword. He was tapping his claw too; however, he had a much less friendly expression.
“Done examining the field?” Jolteon asked.
“Yeah, sure,” she said, walking over to them.
“This a no-harm fight. That means that you won’t be killed forever if you are defeated. However, the winner will get a prize. Since there are no negative stakes, you aren’t allowed to surrender. Now, Magica, do you want your sidekick to join you in this battle?”
Magica looked at the cannon slung around her opponent’s shoulder.
“Yep.” the golem then appeared behind her with a familiar clunk.
“BEGIN!” Jolteon yelled as she disappeared in a yellow ball of lightning.
Ink Sword lifted up his left foreleg and ejected his sword, holding it to Magica’s throat.
“Let’s just end this qui-” Ink Sword was then flattened. He had just been bonked on the head by the golem’s massive stone hands.
Magica, for the first time, looked up at her golem with a look of approval. She was about to take a potion out of her bag, but the golem quickly grabbed her and began to lumber up the street.
“Why did,” she gasped as her lungs liquefied, “you do that?”
“Bomat-Wetaku!” he said as he dropped her back down. He pointed back to Ink Sword, who was now back up. He then pointed to a house with a large smoldering hole in it.
“Wait, how’d that happen?”
She pondered for a moment, ignoring Ink Sword angrily walking toward them.
“He shot that when he was down?”
The golem nodded.
“And when I was digging in my bag he was about to shoot me?”
He nodded again.
“Wow, I never thought you would’ve been so use-” she stopped talking when she saw a huge blast of blue plasmic energy rocketing toward her. She frantically dug in her bag for a potion.
“Cover me!” she yelled to the golem. Magica threw some potions at him, one blue, one orange, and one green. He immediately swept them all away with a flick of the wrist. They splashed on the ground, leaving a puddle of ice, fice, and acid.
“You were supposed to run past the blast and throw those at him to keep him from shooting!” she watched as five more blast were shot and now six speeding balls of energy were coming right at them.
“Journin!” he yelled back to her, with what she assumed to be anger in his voice. “We’re dead.”
he plasma blasts were now only 25 feet away from them. The golem got in a defensive position. 20 feet. He held up his arms. 15 feet. He held both of them behind him, outstretched. 10 feet. The blast was now about to close in, and Magica braced herself and closed her eyes.After a few seconds she opened her eyes again, wondering why she wasn’t back at the hotel. Magica looked in awe at her sidekick. He was being scooted back every second, his hands in front of him, holding back the first blast. The second one hit, grouping with the first one. The third one hit and grouped with the other two, and he began to scoot back at a faster pace. The fourth one hit and he was sent back at an even faster pace. The fifth hit didn’t move him at all, but Magica heard a loud crunching sound. She watched in horror as the bricks that made up his arms began to crack and shake violently.
“No, he can’t be-”
The final shot hit and he began to fall.
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5615586 So you're saying the fight scene is better?
5615609 Yeah, along with the sidekick system.
golems are cool!
5615620 Great!
Do I kick ass or what?
5615858 You don't care that your character is a pseudo antagonist? You just like that he's kicking ass.
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5615903 I don't care if he is an anti hero, he has done plenty of good in his past and that is what counts. True, he has killed plenty of ponies, gryphons, minotaurs, changeling queen, bulls, and a kitsune wearing a top hat and a bow tie (That was a weird day) in the past, but he has repented for his sins and now fights as a champion of justice and law to prevent others from suffering horrible fates. So, yeah, I can live with him being seen as an anti-hero. He probably just wants to go home and saw the battle as a way to analyze his opponent's strengths and weaknesses.
5474117 as I stated to Miss. Moonlight, I'm putting together a group and I think that your just rage is just what I need.
5615951 I was kidding. Did you not see the picture of Obama?
5616020 No, I did see a link that was a fucking mile long
5616198 It's not a mile long anymore. That was just a small mistake. it's normal now. Just go look at it again.
5616202 Well then, thanks. Even though I like being seen as a badass, I wouldn't mind some character development.
5617745 Critics united
5618697 awesome!
This is a flopping majestic idea! The whole pokemon host twist I really like. I don't really like Zekrom being more powerful than the princesses but meh. Love what your doing keep it up!
Wait is ink sword a griffin in this story? His pic is a griffin but I thought It said that the only griffin was a changeling.
OC submission: Raptor
1. He is cunning in a serious situation but normally fairly oblivious. Raptor is very comedic and positive, but will not hesitate to complain. He is often bluntly honest. He values apathy and cares little if someone dies that is not a friend, but needless killing he doesn't like. He isn't easily intimidated, but tries to avoid all conflict if possible. He will also not hesitate to eat fallen enemies. He jokes eating foals/puppies jokes a lot. He also avoids all relationships.
2. Stealth, killing, comedy,...video games if that is in this universe. if not comics.
3. He is a raptor slightly shorter than the average human. 7ft long. Red with black stripes and yellow-tan under belly. Eyes have dark green irises, black snake like pupils, and the whites of his eyes are black.
4. Raptor has very strong senses, especially smell. His claws, and jaws are strong enough to crush bone, but rocks and steel are hard ,but not undoable. He can't get sick or poisoned because of incredibly strong immune system. Raptor has very high regeneration. He can heal cuts in seconds, bones in minutes ,and regenerate limbs in a day. Also raptor is one of a no many that live with out magic in them. So magic drainers do nothing because he has none to drain. His mussels are very strong for there size and his bones are light. His bones are weaker than ponies but his scales soften blows to even it out. This gives him unnatural speed and agility for something his size.
5. Raptor would try to join good or be neutral. (raptor has a tragic post with his loved one. a black sheep named Barbra)
5622142 To best explain this, I will copy and paste his backstory.
When Ink Drop was born he was taken away from his family (which he never saw again) and then sent to a lab were he was put through an augmentation process which involved him being cut up, put back together, then healed with magic over and over and over again untill he resembled thisfc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/130/6/7/canter_girls__changeling__vectorized__by_ambassad0r-d64ryqh.png Instead of this.derpicdn.net/img/2012/11/2/139424/full.png After this he was trained in all forms of hand to hand combat, Sword combat, long range combat, battle strategy, tactics, stealth, and science until he was 20. At that time, he could easily kill an entire army of any species in a matter of minutes. He was physically and mentally unstoppable. Three years later he was on a simple mission, kill a simple noble, receive paycheck, etc. There he over heard a trial taking place. He felt the emotions on the Defence Attorney, Mira Fey, that he never felt before. They were kindness, will, firmness, and the strongest of all, hope. This moved the assassin so much that he decided to help others instead of killing them, so he forged some documents and changed both his name and face to ink Sword and went to St. Darklaw's Law School. After several long, challenging, fun years, he passed his bar exam and was now a certified Defence Attorney. Meanwhile, Queen Chryselis was getting impatient. She wanted her best assassin to return from his mission. Soon, a spy went into her quarters and gave her a long description detailing what had happened. Enraged, Chryselis vowed to have Ink Sword brought here and murdered at her hooves for this betrayal.
After clearing the name of Babs Seed for the murder of her best friend Bloody Mary and actually finding the real murderer in the process, Ink Sword closed his case and walked out of the Manehaten courtroom only to find a entire army of changelings ready to bring him to Chrysiles. After a long journey he was brought back to a very familiar hive. Once inside, the Attorney/Assassin was brought to Chrysiles to be executed. But Chrysiles actually gave him a chance and challenged him to a duel. Right from the beginning, Chrysiles used all forms of magic that she knew of, as well as all of the weapons at her disposal to end Ink. Durring this, Ink was using all functions of his claw cannon and training to dodge her attacks. He couldn't dodge them all. The spell that hit him was powerful enough to produce a paralysis in a wing so he can't escape. Using this to her advantage, Chysiles transformed into a giant snake. it looked like he was going to die until he quickly formed a plan and used her large size against her by tripping her on his sticky bomb collection. There wasn't enough left of the Queen to fill a briefcase. Sadly, the explosion did leave Ink with a cursed mark on his forearm. This mark was in the shape of a miniature sword that wrapped around his left forearm. This "curse" healed him faster than he normally could do on his own. It also stayed with him for any transformation. After a quick flight he found an inn to sleep in. When he awoke, he was in the OC battle room.
Oh I almost forgot he also never cusses and says what da flop a lot.
Thanks for the clarification ink! Wait killed Chrysalis! But she beat Celestia, so does that make you the strongest creature in equestia! Well short of discord, but still! Da flop is everyone up against here! They can't hope to beat a god-slayer!
p.s. Does he have wolverine regeneration or more like my oc's, and does he age?
5622488 He cannot match or surpass Equestrian Royalty in the terms of raw power, but he can beat them in skills, tactics, strategy, and arsenal. He is kind of like Slade. As a talking red panda once said "the key to defeating your enemy is to find their weakness and make them suffer for it." That doesn't mean that he doesn't pack a punch. He is (was) a professional assassin. He has taken on armies of many species, learned a plethora of skills, designed and built the claw cannon from scratch, defended many ponies in court, and beat a Demigod. His regeneration abilities take a minute to heal and are not like wolverine's. His healing ability, skills, weapons and ridiculously slow ageing don't make him invincible, just hard to kill. If you want, I can give you a weapons list.
So sorry for the late read but damn, You made SAGE cool!
And you've killed him off already? If he IS dead, Magica will propably carry a grudge against Ink for that. Maybe try to develop a bigger, faster, stronger and overall better SAGE or something.
If he isn't dead, well she's not one to let those that slap her minions around get away with it unharmed.
wait wasn't ink in the first death battle? Man he has had least slice of life but most battle time. I'd like more personality from him.
wait what time is this in the seasons? And when is Discord coming in? I know he will, he's Discord for flops sake!
I believe that there is only one thing left to say. MOAR!!!
5699131 If you don't feel like reading these two paragraphs then just skip to the end.
It originally started as just some side project while I worked on the, now cancelled. TwiPie sequel. When it grew in popularity I abandoned the TwiPie sequel completely and thought nothing of it but, when I reread the original story I . . . absolutely. . . HATED IT! There was just so many things wrong with it and I decided I should work WAY harder on OC Battle to make sure it doesn't sink down to it's level in quality. That's why the latest chapter is longer than the others and is actually the chapter I put the most work in and are most proud of.
After working on it though I suddenly felt burnt out. I felt like i needed some sort of break from OC Battle. I was originally thinking of a side series revolving around the host themselves but, i instead chose to work on something that would get me completely away from OC Battle which is where the new fic The Remains comes in. I'm going to start writing a chapter of that whenever I feel burnt out again and after writing the first chapter of that I don't feel burnt out anymore and the chapter will come either later this week or the next.
TLDR: I'm working on it. Making the next chapter is going to take some time since I'm trying to add more effort to OC Battle overall and the chapter's coming later this week.