Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Sept 30, 2018 20:56:34 GMT -8
There was a jaunty step in the kremling king’s stride as he strutted down the hall. His enlarged eye investigated his invitation, double checking the room number and contrasting it to the many doors he passed by. The rotund reptile paused as he reached his intended destination, bursting through the door for no other reason than he liked the dramatics and attention of it. It seemed that everyone else around the round table was not too impressed.
As King K Rool entered though, the door swiftly and mysteriously slammed closed behind him. He didn’t think much of it at the time, instead took the opportunity to snatch a seat between two other crocodilian-like figures, truly his type of people. Almost as soon as he was seated, he jumped out of it once more, slamming his scaly claws on the tabletop. “Now what’s this drivel about an alliance!? I see no one here with so much as a banana stand in the Black Market!” he quickly announced, seeing as the rest were quite reserved.
The chair at the head of the table spun around slowly, the shining bald head of what looked like Kirby coming into frame. Such mistakes could no longer be made as his bold and beautiful jawline was plain in sight. “Doesn’t make much sense to me either” the pink blob answered as he stroked his chin. “I was told this was a babe convention, but so far I only see one babe” he continued in his low yet pompous voice. With his numb of a hand, he was able to point out Lusamine, who was especially quiet with an analytic expression equipped to her face. “Chaz, by the way” he added with a raise of his brow.
“I think, anyway, some of you it’s a little hard to tell…” Chaz continued as he looked around the table, noting what looked to be a stack of children’s play bricks in one chair, the three eyed monstrosity that was sat next to K Rool, and a certain top hat with suspiciously long eyelashes.
A robotic set of skeletal fists slammed against the table. “This conjecture is meaningless! Precious time that could be spent destroying Eggman!” Omega roared as he displaced himself from his seat and firmly grabbing the edge of the table as though he was going to toss it across the room. “The logical path of this conversation leads to an obvious setup! If this conference is not detailing the destruction of Eggman then it is of no use to me!”
“Listen here, you brute! I called dibs on the table slamming, I won’t have you take that away from me!”
“It is not necessary to follow my prime directive at all times. I am sufficient in eliminating those who are not Eggman as well!” the machine hollered back as his hands zipped into his arm sockets and were swiftly replaced with a set of miniguns, aiming them directly at King K Rool.
Waluigi’s bored complexion was quickly ignited into excitable mirth at the sudden action, hopping on top of the seat of his chair he began to pump his fists into the air. “WHA HA HA HA! YEAH YEAH!” he cheered them on.
While K Rool seemed to have enough confidence to stand his ground, his neighbour wasn’t too confident in his ability to absorb bullets. Vector dove at the kremling king, just quick enough to protect him from the barrage of bullets. Omega’s rapid fire continued, even without a target anymore. As the fire ceased, the crocodilian duo poked their heads up. “The walls are reinforced, this structure was designed to contain us” Omega observed, noting that the bullets he shot merely scratched the paint off the siding.
“WOAH! Let’s not all get our knickers twisted!” Ballyhoo blurted, stretching his arms out to call for a cease fire.
“Our what now?”
As everyone took a moment to pause, all the lights on the chandelier cut out, leaving the boxed in room pitch black. There was a muffled rustling sound. “AH! Big Top! Where’d you go!?” the famed announcer hollered in fear.
“…I’m on your head.”
“Oh! Right!” he continued to exclaim loudly.
As the lights flickered back on, the trophy of Chaz was displayed in the middle of the table, like a thanksgiving turkey. Without a moment of hesitation, all parties jumped out of their seat. Kraid flexed his abdomen, a fresh set of pikes being displayed and ready to launch. Omega pointed his miniguns at either end of the room, his head component shifting back and forth. Lusamine had a Pokeball at the ready, glaring. K Rool had his crown in his clutch, prepping to toss it like a frisbee. Ballyhoo had a microphone pointing outwardly, like he was prepared to interview someone, but he didn’t know who yet.
Waluigi on the other hand was quick to scramble out of his seat, racing toward the door like it was a race to see who was numbah one! A simple twist of the knob suggested it was locked, but such simple answers did not persuade an anxious man. Waluigi hopped up, firmly planting his feet on either side of the handle and heaved with all his might before his own force caused him to slingshot off.
During the stand off though, Vector noticed that their blocky friend still hadn’t moved an inch. “Hold up! I smell a mystery” the detective spouted confidently. He approached the blocky figure slowly but curiously.
Kraid took an interest in the motionless figure, noting that their outer appearance looked like power armour. “Bwah hah hah! Probably Samus scared stiff by the sight of me!” the creature boasted.
“That’s a… that’s not even a theory.” Vector noted with a scratch of his head. The lime lizard knocked his elbow against the Samus knockoff. The blow was enough to knock the statue’s head right off, revealing the person to be completely made up of children’s playing blocks. As the head landed on the table though, it shattered into an innumerable number of pieces, revealing a tape deck within.
Curiously, Vector pushed the play button. “Greetings all” a distorted voice introduced. “I’m sure you’re curious as to why I brought all seven of you together like this” it continued.
“Oh, cool. I guess I don’t count.”
“That’s right, seven. I’m one of you, but which one am I? You’ll have to find out for yourself. There is no escape from this room, I hold the only key out of here. Take too long though, I might leave with a full trophy case. The game has begun.”
“WHA! No fair, he cheat!”
As King K Rool entered though, the door swiftly and mysteriously slammed closed behind him. He didn’t think much of it at the time, instead took the opportunity to snatch a seat between two other crocodilian-like figures, truly his type of people. Almost as soon as he was seated, he jumped out of it once more, slamming his scaly claws on the tabletop. “Now what’s this drivel about an alliance!? I see no one here with so much as a banana stand in the Black Market!” he quickly announced, seeing as the rest were quite reserved.
The chair at the head of the table spun around slowly, the shining bald head of what looked like Kirby coming into frame. Such mistakes could no longer be made as his bold and beautiful jawline was plain in sight. “Doesn’t make much sense to me either” the pink blob answered as he stroked his chin. “I was told this was a babe convention, but so far I only see one babe” he continued in his low yet pompous voice. With his numb of a hand, he was able to point out Lusamine, who was especially quiet with an analytic expression equipped to her face. “Chaz, by the way” he added with a raise of his brow.
“I think, anyway, some of you it’s a little hard to tell…” Chaz continued as he looked around the table, noting what looked to be a stack of children’s play bricks in one chair, the three eyed monstrosity that was sat next to K Rool, and a certain top hat with suspiciously long eyelashes.
A robotic set of skeletal fists slammed against the table. “This conjecture is meaningless! Precious time that could be spent destroying Eggman!” Omega roared as he displaced himself from his seat and firmly grabbing the edge of the table as though he was going to toss it across the room. “The logical path of this conversation leads to an obvious setup! If this conference is not detailing the destruction of Eggman then it is of no use to me!”
“Listen here, you brute! I called dibs on the table slamming, I won’t have you take that away from me!”
“It is not necessary to follow my prime directive at all times. I am sufficient in eliminating those who are not Eggman as well!” the machine hollered back as his hands zipped into his arm sockets and were swiftly replaced with a set of miniguns, aiming them directly at King K Rool.
Waluigi’s bored complexion was quickly ignited into excitable mirth at the sudden action, hopping on top of the seat of his chair he began to pump his fists into the air. “WHA HA HA HA! YEAH YEAH!” he cheered them on.
While K Rool seemed to have enough confidence to stand his ground, his neighbour wasn’t too confident in his ability to absorb bullets. Vector dove at the kremling king, just quick enough to protect him from the barrage of bullets. Omega’s rapid fire continued, even without a target anymore. As the fire ceased, the crocodilian duo poked their heads up. “The walls are reinforced, this structure was designed to contain us” Omega observed, noting that the bullets he shot merely scratched the paint off the siding.
“WOAH! Let’s not all get our knickers twisted!” Ballyhoo blurted, stretching his arms out to call for a cease fire.
“Our what now?”
As everyone took a moment to pause, all the lights on the chandelier cut out, leaving the boxed in room pitch black. There was a muffled rustling sound. “AH! Big Top! Where’d you go!?” the famed announcer hollered in fear.
“…I’m on your head.”
“Oh! Right!” he continued to exclaim loudly.
As the lights flickered back on, the trophy of Chaz was displayed in the middle of the table, like a thanksgiving turkey. Without a moment of hesitation, all parties jumped out of their seat. Kraid flexed his abdomen, a fresh set of pikes being displayed and ready to launch. Omega pointed his miniguns at either end of the room, his head component shifting back and forth. Lusamine had a Pokeball at the ready, glaring. K Rool had his crown in his clutch, prepping to toss it like a frisbee. Ballyhoo had a microphone pointing outwardly, like he was prepared to interview someone, but he didn’t know who yet.
Waluigi on the other hand was quick to scramble out of his seat, racing toward the door like it was a race to see who was numbah one! A simple twist of the knob suggested it was locked, but such simple answers did not persuade an anxious man. Waluigi hopped up, firmly planting his feet on either side of the handle and heaved with all his might before his own force caused him to slingshot off.
During the stand off though, Vector noticed that their blocky friend still hadn’t moved an inch. “Hold up! I smell a mystery” the detective spouted confidently. He approached the blocky figure slowly but curiously.
Kraid took an interest in the motionless figure, noting that their outer appearance looked like power armour. “Bwah hah hah! Probably Samus scared stiff by the sight of me!” the creature boasted.
“That’s a… that’s not even a theory.” Vector noted with a scratch of his head. The lime lizard knocked his elbow against the Samus knockoff. The blow was enough to knock the statue’s head right off, revealing the person to be completely made up of children’s playing blocks. As the head landed on the table though, it shattered into an innumerable number of pieces, revealing a tape deck within.
Curiously, Vector pushed the play button. “Greetings all” a distorted voice introduced. “I’m sure you’re curious as to why I brought all seven of you together like this” it continued.
“Oh, cool. I guess I don’t count.”
“That’s right, seven. I’m one of you, but which one am I? You’ll have to find out for yourself. There is no escape from this room, I hold the only key out of here. Take too long though, I might leave with a full trophy case. The game has begun.”
“WHA! No fair, he cheat!”