Fan Fiction ❯ Progression Denied ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: tsuyoshiro 
Final Chapter: The heroes reach no viable conclusion and disappear in obscurity.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.12.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
Final Chapter: The heroes reach no viable conclusion and disappear in obscurity.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.12.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
A few hours had passed. It was morning, as the pleasant, albeit muffled chirping of bird could be heard somewhere outside.
The trio had succumed to the isolation, and as a result were getting stir crazy. Steven was content and managed to keep himslf busy, but it was a different matter entirely for Eric and Damian.
"I'm getting tired of this, guys, I've played every video game there is in this stinkin' place!" Eric complained.
"I have a life outside this subterrainian bunker, you know!" Silence enveloped the room for a while, which gave way to hysterical laughter.
Eric, visibly angry, punched the wall in with amazing force. This caused a mirror on an adjacent wall to flip over, revealing a hidden video screen with a small joystick below it.
"Hey, what's that?" asked Damian in wonder. Being the closest to the screen, he went up to inspect it. On the screen was a familiar image of Steven's front yard. But something seemed amiss, as police caution tape surrounded the yard.
Damian fiddled with the joystick, causing the camera to move. He widened the viewing angle, revealing a group of policemen and reporters clamoring about.
"Oh, no, what's going on?" shrieked Steven. The screen did have a tiny speaker, but the crowd was inaudible. Thankfully, they all began to speak very loudly for some reason.
As it turns out, the fuss was over two missing citizens, Steven and Eric, who had been missing for some while. Damian was not a concern, as he had arrived at the mystery room via magic.
"Well, son of a gun, they're looking for us!" beamed Eric. "I feel validated."
The idea of being rescued was beginning to comfort him, but that comfort was soon replaced with fear, as the television came on and the evil snarling visage of Pokey became visible.
"Hey, you kids! Can't you read?" Shouted Pokey. The three looked around, perplexed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I never put the sign up. It was supposed to read 'For Official Use Only'.
If only I could have prevented this from ever happening, but I was in the can. Curse my human body!"
Pokey then took a deep breath and calmed down. And belched.
"Whoa, excuse me, I've been dining on the souls of extra-terrestrials, and you know the kind of gas that gives you!"
The insanity of this had gotten to Damian, who addressed Pokey. "Listen, buddy, just get the third part of this over with so we can get out of here!"
Pokey chuckled. "I have no intentions of letting you leave, my asinine friend."
Steven then stepped forward. "But they're looking for us, they're going to find us before too long. And when they do, you'll be in big trouble!"
This made Pokey sneer with pleasure. "First of all, I'm in a different galaxy. Secondly, I've been preparing for this inevitability. Take a look at the monitor."
The three turned their attention to the scene outside, which had become a bit more lively, due to the arrival of three adolescents who bore a striking resemblance to our plucky trio, though something seemed amiss.
Nevertheless, the crowd rejoiced at the arrival of the missing kids. "Hey, that's not us, you crazy mo-fo!" spewed Eric.
"Correct, Einstein," mocked Pokey. "I used some of your DNA I collected from your leavings in the toilet.
I had enough proper DNA to make reasonable facsimilies of you three, and anything I was lacking I substituted with excrement. Clever, no?"
The optimism had left the room. The three had come to the realization that their stay was entirely at the whim of their captor.
They slowly shambled over to the sofa and slumped down. Steven made a quick stop at the food generator first. "This is the last part of this fanfic, right?"
confirmed Eric. "We'll see," said Pokey, stroking his chin. "I mean, yeah. But there's plenty more where this one came from, believe me.
Torture is very masculine, fellas, you understand, right? Cheer up."
"Okay, let's just do it to it, already, shall we?" asked Damian. He hadn't spoken in a while and thought it was about time he did.
"Oh, forgive me," said Pokey. "Just let me get everything all set up on this end real quick......okay, that should do it."
"There's only one thing that'll cheer me up right now,' said Steven. "May I do the honors?"
Damian and Eric nodded. "Thanks, guys!" giggled Steven. "WE HAVE FANFIC SIIIIGN!!!" By SteveVo8a STEVEN: Woo... DAMIAN: Did you mean ..."boo"? STEVEN: O sorry, I actually meant Moo. Ryu stepped thorugh the door into a broad room. he peered from one side to the other, sword clutched tightly. Ryu's friends followed. "Where do you think this is?" Blue asked. ERIC: Well, it's surely not the home of the Whopper! STEVEN: You sound dissapointed. ERIC: (sadly) a little... "I don't know, but I don't like it..." Spar stated calmly. DAMIAN: Spar needs to shut up... ERIC: You're not alone buddy, I can't stand it either... Across the wide room, two other doors opened... Crono and co. stepped into the large room cautiously. ERIC: Crono and company? What is this, the Little Rascals? Lokking across the wide floor, Crono saw a group of people and semi-people staring back. DAMIAN: Was that really the thought in his mind? "Hey look, SEMI-people! Unlike me, a full-person. HA." ERIC: I like how you villanized Crono there. DAMIAN: (satisfied) Me too. Off to the left stood four teenagers, glancing around nervously. When the boy who appeared to be the leader of the group steep forward, he said ERIC: LLLLLLet's get ready to rrrumble!! STEVEN: Eat doom evil-doers!! DAMIAN: My HP is one million!! "I don't know what's going on here, but I won't take it!" He pulled a large baseball bat from his pack and stepped forward. STEVEN: Expecting the other kids to draw their baseball bats as well. DAMIAN: Rather strange how Ness resorts to violence so fast...its almost like all that killing in Earthbound has somehow warped him...sad, isn't it? ERIC: (happy) I hope he slaughters them all!! DAMIAN: ... In response, Crono unsheathed his sword STEVEN: (Ness) aww crap! a *real* weapon! ERIC: A bat against a sword? Ness might as well just brandish a white flag. DAMIAN: Baka Ness. The Rainbow glistened even in the dim light. Sensing a challenge, Ryu stepped forward towards the other two, brandishing his blade with obvious skill. ERIC: Aw, gross! A phallic double-entendre! STEVEN: (grins) hehe, that sounds naughty. DAMIAN: (deadpan) It was. STEVEN: Oh. As their friends stared on, Ness, Ryu, and Crono closed in on each other, wary of their opponents. DAMIAN: (putting money on the table) ok, five bucks on Crono and his Rainbow. STEVEN: (ditto) You're on, I'm with Ness all the way!! ERIC: Count me out, I'm broke... CLAAAANG!! The Rainbow clashed with Ness's Casey Bat DAMIAN: !!! Excellent, Ness is screwed!! STEVEN: (confused) eh..? ERIC: Don't you get it? The casey bat is the most powerful weapon Ness has, but it almost always misses. Against two opponents he's kinda.. DAMIAN: Screwed!! (adds another five) and echoed through the room. Ness parried the blow and ducked a strike from Ryu's Dragon Sword. He swung the bat, but missed. STEVEN: Um...can I take my money back...? DAMIAN: No. Ryu turned and his blade locked with Crono's. Grimacing, the orange haired boy broke the lock and slid to the left, attempting to catch Ness off-guard. The boy managed to jump over the glistening slash, and brought his bat down towards Crono's head... DAMIAN: ..and missed. Just say it, we know he did. ERIC: Awww, a written fight scene! It doesn't get any better than this!! Moments before thw blow could connect, however, the three heroes were held frozen, unable to complete their strikes. DAMIAN: (takes money) STEVEN: HEY! You didn't really win! DAMIAN: But I didn't really lose either...think about that. STEVEN: yeah.... ERIC: ....Can I bet on something with Steven next? DAMIAN: SSHH! He's thinking. A voice boomed from the walls... "Ah, ah, ah, you three, don't die yet. I have things planned for this meeting." DAMIAN: [voice] there will be backgammon, a rousing round of chess, and several cakewalks, oh yes. STEVEN: A political round table discussion perhaps? Sweet! ERIC: Surely his plans will not fall through!! "Where's that voice coming from?" Paula cried in surprise. ALL: The walls. DAMIAN: Stupid. "Good question, young one..." was all Bleu could say. DAMIAN: Bleu doesn't get out much. ERIC: (whispering) I heard even hooked on phonics didn't work... Before anyone else could say anything, the floor began to rumble ominously. As the unkown voice chuckled deeply, the floor slid into the walls, and our heroes, once again, plunged into darkness. DAMIAN: I guess his only pleasure lies in watching people fall on their asses repeatedly. I like his style. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H!" ERIC: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! THUD. ERIC: OUCH! DAMIAN: ? ERIC: Sorry, got caught up in the story there for a moment... DAMIAN: sounded like it hurt... The entire group of warriors DAMIAN: Except for Paula who was just a whiny bitch. ERIC: dude... DAMIAN: you know its true. crashed into a carpeted floor. The entire group, minus Nina, who floated down at a comfortable pace with only a light effort. DAMIAN: Ok, I take it back. She's the bitch. "Boss, I'm getting sick of falling." Sten groaned from the bottom of the pileup. As the ensemble untangled themselves from each other, the noticed that they were at the end of a long stone hallway. The carpeting ended abruptly several feet from where they had landed An open doorway at the other end of the corridor. DAMIAN: ....what? ERIC: It's rather simple, they landed the doorway they had been flying at the end of the corridor with the carpet and then- DAMIAN: NEVER mind... Brushing himself off, Crono began to walk towards the door... "Crono wait!" Marle cried before he had gone more than several feet. DAMIAN: Clearly abandoning the carpeted area... STEVEN/ERIC: ooooooohhh.... "Something about this is very suspicious..." She pulled her out crossbow and aimed towards the open doorway at the other end of the hall. Before her shot flew more than five feet, multiple razor sharp blades flew from the wall and cut the arrow's shaft into tiny fragments. DAMIAN: (amazed) wow. Exactly how small, close together, and quick to these blades have to be in order to hit a speeding arrow several times in order to cut it into fragments?? ERIC: I'm still wondering why she hasn't shot Poo yet. STEVEN: Me too. "As I suspected...a trap." ERIC: I like devices that operate multiple times the speed of light. Katt, who had been watching this all with an unusual silence, perked up at this remark. "Oh, that's nothing..." Without time for anyone to respond, the Woran leapt into action. ERIC: It wasn't long at all before Poo was lying in a bloody heap of his own entrails. DAMIAN: (to audience) sorry folks, nobody likes Poo. With feline grace, she ducked and dodged past the razor edges that flipped out from between the cracks of the concrete walls. Within several seconds, she had reached the other end without a scratch. "I think it's safe to come now!" She called to her friends. DAMIAN: Considering that she had no idea, whether or not that was true, I still like her style. ONe by one,j they snaked through the now silent blades, until they reached the other end of the hallway. ERIC: Okay, I've just lost my faith in cool razor blades... DAMIAN: Took you a while, didn't it? After hesitating for a moment, Ness began to lead his friends past the blades, still wary of the other people around. DAMIAN: Being the youngest and most retarted, he sure had to watch his back. STEVEN: So...we're now making fun of Ness? ERIC: Nah, just giving Poo a little breathing space. "Well, Sir Crono, doth we proceed with thine strangers?" Glenn queried. Crono shrugged. ERIC: He had wet his pants earlier, nothing else really mattered after that. "There is no statistical advantage in staying hre, my friends." Robo stated in his electronic voice. And with that, they followed the other groups of heroes. End Part Three ERIC: Wasn't that the last part? DAMIAN: Yeah. ERIC: So where's the rest? DAMIAN: Meh... STEVEN: Couldn't be too hard to figure out. Poo probably died, for some reason or other, and the rest ended up as a snack for some inter-dimensional beastie after a long and pointless fight. ERIC: (sighing) guess you're right. DAMIAN: No, Steven is an imbecille...but either way, lets call it a day. ===================================================================== = The screen flickered for a few seconds before turning dark and the lights sprang back into action. Steven sighed. "What's wrong?" "I'll sorta miss SteveVo8a...you know? He has been a true pal to me." Eric blinked a few times and tried to ignore Steven. "Hey Damian, think they're looking for you as well?" Damian frowned and shook his head. "Nah, I doubt anyone will even notice until the end of the month when rent is due...and suddenly there's this big chunk of money missing. Hehe. Ah well..." A little depressed about his current situation, Damian grabbed PS2 controller and popped in Final Fantasy X. It was then that Pokey reared his ugly head again. "MY GAME!!" Damian yelled, "Pudgy jerk, begone!" "Not so fast you useless piece of flotsam, Progression may be over, but there is still much to go through. If you could see the library of fanfics I have prepared for you, you'd all puke! ...or something...however you react to that sort of.... I'm gonna leave now." With that, Final Fantasy returned to the screen. Damian wasn't really paying much attention to the game, trying to dodge lightning bolts in the thunder plains. Eric on the other hand, had a brighter outlook on this situation for once. "You know what? I bet there is more cool stuff we could discover in this room. I mean, finding that camera was by sheer accident, so there's probably other stuff...who knows, right?" Steven Nodded slowly. "I got ya...lets look for a pool....or a dungeon!" Eric smiled in agreement and started touching various objects in the room, whilst Steven followed suit. Damian continued to dodge lighting for a few seconds before the obvious sound of his character being electrocuted rang through the air. Eric grinned and turned around. "Not so lucky today eh? ....hey, where is Steven?" Indeed, their third had suddenly vanished; Eric noticed Damian was grinning. "What's going on?" "I have good news and bad news....Good news is Steven found something new!" "Ahh, cool, what is it?" "Yeah, its a pit. That's the bad news. hehe. Keep looking for stuff, maybe you'll find a rope or something...meanwhile..." Damian returned to his game, and left Eric to it who could only shake his head.
The trio had succumed to the isolation, and as a result were getting stir crazy. Steven was content and managed to keep himslf busy, but it was a different matter entirely for Eric and Damian.
"I'm getting tired of this, guys, I've played every video game there is in this stinkin' place!" Eric complained.
"I have a life outside this subterrainian bunker, you know!" Silence enveloped the room for a while, which gave way to hysterical laughter.
Eric, visibly angry, punched the wall in with amazing force. This caused a mirror on an adjacent wall to flip over, revealing a hidden video screen with a small joystick below it.
"Hey, what's that?" asked Damian in wonder. Being the closest to the screen, he went up to inspect it. On the screen was a familiar image of Steven's front yard. But something seemed amiss, as police caution tape surrounded the yard.
Damian fiddled with the joystick, causing the camera to move. He widened the viewing angle, revealing a group of policemen and reporters clamoring about.
"Oh, no, what's going on?" shrieked Steven. The screen did have a tiny speaker, but the crowd was inaudible. Thankfully, they all began to speak very loudly for some reason.
As it turns out, the fuss was over two missing citizens, Steven and Eric, who had been missing for some while. Damian was not a concern, as he had arrived at the mystery room via magic.
"Well, son of a gun, they're looking for us!" beamed Eric. "I feel validated."
The idea of being rescued was beginning to comfort him, but that comfort was soon replaced with fear, as the television came on and the evil snarling visage of Pokey became visible.
"Hey, you kids! Can't you read?" Shouted Pokey. The three looked around, perplexed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I never put the sign up. It was supposed to read 'For Official Use Only'.
If only I could have prevented this from ever happening, but I was in the can. Curse my human body!"
Pokey then took a deep breath and calmed down. And belched.
"Whoa, excuse me, I've been dining on the souls of extra-terrestrials, and you know the kind of gas that gives you!"
The insanity of this had gotten to Damian, who addressed Pokey. "Listen, buddy, just get the third part of this over with so we can get out of here!"
Pokey chuckled. "I have no intentions of letting you leave, my asinine friend."
Steven then stepped forward. "But they're looking for us, they're going to find us before too long. And when they do, you'll be in big trouble!"
This made Pokey sneer with pleasure. "First of all, I'm in a different galaxy. Secondly, I've been preparing for this inevitability. Take a look at the monitor."
The three turned their attention to the scene outside, which had become a bit more lively, due to the arrival of three adolescents who bore a striking resemblance to our plucky trio, though something seemed amiss.
Nevertheless, the crowd rejoiced at the arrival of the missing kids. "Hey, that's not us, you crazy mo-fo!" spewed Eric.
"Correct, Einstein," mocked Pokey. "I used some of your DNA I collected from your leavings in the toilet.
I had enough proper DNA to make reasonable facsimilies of you three, and anything I was lacking I substituted with excrement. Clever, no?"
The optimism had left the room. The three had come to the realization that their stay was entirely at the whim of their captor.
They slowly shambled over to the sofa and slumped down. Steven made a quick stop at the food generator first. "This is the last part of this fanfic, right?"
confirmed Eric. "We'll see," said Pokey, stroking his chin. "I mean, yeah. But there's plenty more where this one came from, believe me.
Torture is very masculine, fellas, you understand, right? Cheer up."
"Okay, let's just do it to it, already, shall we?" asked Damian. He hadn't spoken in a while and thought it was about time he did.
"Oh, forgive me," said Pokey. "Just let me get everything all set up on this end real quick......okay, that should do it."
"There's only one thing that'll cheer me up right now,' said Steven. "May I do the honors?"
Damian and Eric nodded. "Thanks, guys!" giggled Steven. "WE HAVE FANFIC SIIIIGN!!!" By SteveVo8a STEVEN: Woo... DAMIAN: Did you mean ..."boo"? STEVEN: O sorry, I actually meant Moo. Ryu stepped thorugh the door into a broad room. he peered from one side to the other, sword clutched tightly. Ryu's friends followed. "Where do you think this is?" Blue asked. ERIC: Well, it's surely not the home of the Whopper! STEVEN: You sound dissapointed. ERIC: (sadly) a little... "I don't know, but I don't like it..." Spar stated calmly. DAMIAN: Spar needs to shut up... ERIC: You're not alone buddy, I can't stand it either... Across the wide room, two other doors opened... Crono and co. stepped into the large room cautiously. ERIC: Crono and company? What is this, the Little Rascals? Lokking across the wide floor, Crono saw a group of people and semi-people staring back. DAMIAN: Was that really the thought in his mind? "Hey look, SEMI-people! Unlike me, a full-person. HA." ERIC: I like how you villanized Crono there. DAMIAN: (satisfied) Me too. Off to the left stood four teenagers, glancing around nervously. When the boy who appeared to be the leader of the group steep forward, he said ERIC: LLLLLLet's get ready to rrrumble!! STEVEN: Eat doom evil-doers!! DAMIAN: My HP is one million!! "I don't know what's going on here, but I won't take it!" He pulled a large baseball bat from his pack and stepped forward. STEVEN: Expecting the other kids to draw their baseball bats as well. DAMIAN: Rather strange how Ness resorts to violence so fast...its almost like all that killing in Earthbound has somehow warped him...sad, isn't it? ERIC: (happy) I hope he slaughters them all!! DAMIAN: ... In response, Crono unsheathed his sword STEVEN: (Ness) aww crap! a *real* weapon! ERIC: A bat against a sword? Ness might as well just brandish a white flag. DAMIAN: Baka Ness. The Rainbow glistened even in the dim light. Sensing a challenge, Ryu stepped forward towards the other two, brandishing his blade with obvious skill. ERIC: Aw, gross! A phallic double-entendre! STEVEN: (grins) hehe, that sounds naughty. DAMIAN: (deadpan) It was. STEVEN: Oh. As their friends stared on, Ness, Ryu, and Crono closed in on each other, wary of their opponents. DAMIAN: (putting money on the table) ok, five bucks on Crono and his Rainbow. STEVEN: (ditto) You're on, I'm with Ness all the way!! ERIC: Count me out, I'm broke... CLAAAANG!! The Rainbow clashed with Ness's Casey Bat DAMIAN: !!! Excellent, Ness is screwed!! STEVEN: (confused) eh..? ERIC: Don't you get it? The casey bat is the most powerful weapon Ness has, but it almost always misses. Against two opponents he's kinda.. DAMIAN: Screwed!! (adds another five) and echoed through the room. Ness parried the blow and ducked a strike from Ryu's Dragon Sword. He swung the bat, but missed. STEVEN: Um...can I take my money back...? DAMIAN: No. Ryu turned and his blade locked with Crono's. Grimacing, the orange haired boy broke the lock and slid to the left, attempting to catch Ness off-guard. The boy managed to jump over the glistening slash, and brought his bat down towards Crono's head... DAMIAN: ..and missed. Just say it, we know he did. ERIC: Awww, a written fight scene! It doesn't get any better than this!! Moments before thw blow could connect, however, the three heroes were held frozen, unable to complete their strikes. DAMIAN: (takes money) STEVEN: HEY! You didn't really win! DAMIAN: But I didn't really lose either...think about that. STEVEN: yeah.... ERIC: ....Can I bet on something with Steven next? DAMIAN: SSHH! He's thinking. A voice boomed from the walls... "Ah, ah, ah, you three, don't die yet. I have things planned for this meeting." DAMIAN: [voice] there will be backgammon, a rousing round of chess, and several cakewalks, oh yes. STEVEN: A political round table discussion perhaps? Sweet! ERIC: Surely his plans will not fall through!! "Where's that voice coming from?" Paula cried in surprise. ALL: The walls. DAMIAN: Stupid. "Good question, young one..." was all Bleu could say. DAMIAN: Bleu doesn't get out much. ERIC: (whispering) I heard even hooked on phonics didn't work... Before anyone else could say anything, the floor began to rumble ominously. As the unkown voice chuckled deeply, the floor slid into the walls, and our heroes, once again, plunged into darkness. DAMIAN: I guess his only pleasure lies in watching people fall on their asses repeatedly. I like his style. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H!" ERIC: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! THUD. ERIC: OUCH! DAMIAN: ? ERIC: Sorry, got caught up in the story there for a moment... DAMIAN: sounded like it hurt... The entire group of warriors DAMIAN: Except for Paula who was just a whiny bitch. ERIC: dude... DAMIAN: you know its true. crashed into a carpeted floor. The entire group, minus Nina, who floated down at a comfortable pace with only a light effort. DAMIAN: Ok, I take it back. She's the bitch. "Boss, I'm getting sick of falling." Sten groaned from the bottom of the pileup. As the ensemble untangled themselves from each other, the noticed that they were at the end of a long stone hallway. The carpeting ended abruptly several feet from where they had landed An open doorway at the other end of the corridor. DAMIAN: ....what? ERIC: It's rather simple, they landed the doorway they had been flying at the end of the corridor with the carpet and then- DAMIAN: NEVER mind... Brushing himself off, Crono began to walk towards the door... "Crono wait!" Marle cried before he had gone more than several feet. DAMIAN: Clearly abandoning the carpeted area... STEVEN/ERIC: ooooooohhh.... "Something about this is very suspicious..." She pulled her out crossbow and aimed towards the open doorway at the other end of the hall. Before her shot flew more than five feet, multiple razor sharp blades flew from the wall and cut the arrow's shaft into tiny fragments. DAMIAN: (amazed) wow. Exactly how small, close together, and quick to these blades have to be in order to hit a speeding arrow several times in order to cut it into fragments?? ERIC: I'm still wondering why she hasn't shot Poo yet. STEVEN: Me too. "As I suspected...a trap." ERIC: I like devices that operate multiple times the speed of light. Katt, who had been watching this all with an unusual silence, perked up at this remark. "Oh, that's nothing..." Without time for anyone to respond, the Woran leapt into action. ERIC: It wasn't long at all before Poo was lying in a bloody heap of his own entrails. DAMIAN: (to audience) sorry folks, nobody likes Poo. With feline grace, she ducked and dodged past the razor edges that flipped out from between the cracks of the concrete walls. Within several seconds, she had reached the other end without a scratch. "I think it's safe to come now!" She called to her friends. DAMIAN: Considering that she had no idea, whether or not that was true, I still like her style. ONe by one,j they snaked through the now silent blades, until they reached the other end of the hallway. ERIC: Okay, I've just lost my faith in cool razor blades... DAMIAN: Took you a while, didn't it? After hesitating for a moment, Ness began to lead his friends past the blades, still wary of the other people around. DAMIAN: Being the youngest and most retarted, he sure had to watch his back. STEVEN: So...we're now making fun of Ness? ERIC: Nah, just giving Poo a little breathing space. "Well, Sir Crono, doth we proceed with thine strangers?" Glenn queried. Crono shrugged. ERIC: He had wet his pants earlier, nothing else really mattered after that. "There is no statistical advantage in staying hre, my friends." Robo stated in his electronic voice. And with that, they followed the other groups of heroes. End Part Three ERIC: Wasn't that the last part? DAMIAN: Yeah. ERIC: So where's the rest? DAMIAN: Meh... STEVEN: Couldn't be too hard to figure out. Poo probably died, for some reason or other, and the rest ended up as a snack for some inter-dimensional beastie after a long and pointless fight. ERIC: (sighing) guess you're right. DAMIAN: No, Steven is an imbecille...but either way, lets call it a day. ===================================================================== = The screen flickered for a few seconds before turning dark and the lights sprang back into action. Steven sighed. "What's wrong?" "I'll sorta miss SteveVo8a...you know? He has been a true pal to me." Eric blinked a few times and tried to ignore Steven. "Hey Damian, think they're looking for you as well?" Damian frowned and shook his head. "Nah, I doubt anyone will even notice until the end of the month when rent is due...and suddenly there's this big chunk of money missing. Hehe. Ah well..." A little depressed about his current situation, Damian grabbed PS2 controller and popped in Final Fantasy X. It was then that Pokey reared his ugly head again. "MY GAME!!" Damian yelled, "Pudgy jerk, begone!" "Not so fast you useless piece of flotsam, Progression may be over, but there is still much to go through. If you could see the library of fanfics I have prepared for you, you'd all puke! ...or something...however you react to that sort of.... I'm gonna leave now." With that, Final Fantasy returned to the screen. Damian wasn't really paying much attention to the game, trying to dodge lightning bolts in the thunder plains. Eric on the other hand, had a brighter outlook on this situation for once. "You know what? I bet there is more cool stuff we could discover in this room. I mean, finding that camera was by sheer accident, so there's probably other stuff...who knows, right?" Steven Nodded slowly. "I got ya...lets look for a pool....or a dungeon!" Eric smiled in agreement and started touching various objects in the room, whilst Steven followed suit. Damian continued to dodge lighting for a few seconds before the obvious sound of his character being electrocuted rang through the air. Eric grinned and turned around. "Not so lucky today eh? ....hey, where is Steven?" Indeed, their third had suddenly vanished; Eric noticed Damian was grinning. "What's going on?" "I have good news and bad news....Good news is Steven found something new!" "Ahh, cool, what is it?" "Yeah, its a pit. That's the bad news. hehe. Keep looking for stuff, maybe you'll find a rope or something...meanwhile..." Damian returned to his game, and left Eric to it who could only shake his head.