Fanfic #1
The highest-level Webmasters gathered in a secret
meeting place, watching over the other versions. One by one, they examined those below
them. Many of the versions appeared to have been frozen in time, their Webmasters no
longer caring to continue them.
Eventually, they came across one that was quite new, but already a
major contender in the version wars - Dark Version.
Two windows opened, allowing them to see the actual Version through
one, and the Webmaster through the other.
"Dark Version." Said Eric
thoughtfully, the very power of his status causing his words to be read in an
aqua-coloured font.
"Quite a strange one, this."
Jason looked upon the version, seeing the hulking base of Team Rocket, the swarming house
of the Oak Mob, and if they zoomed out, you could see that the entire version was a direct
copy of Red Version. Thankfully, this had been done after the removal of the Red Doompuff.
"It's gone through twenty battles and one
tournament, and still hasn't put forth a Doompuff spinoff." Noted FlashFire.
"I had one by my... seventh battle, I believe."
"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or
proud."
"There's a couple that could be counted..." Dacta, ruler of
white version, had the problem of not having a distinguishing text colour, but she didn't
mind. "Deven or that Cranky Bob guy, maybe..."
"No..."
"I want to know what possessed him to allow
Team Rocket free rein over his version..." Said Double D. There was a pause as
everyone highlighted the words to find out what he had actually said. Black Version had
recently been revived from a long sleep, and was back among the high-ranking versions.
"This coming from the creator of the land of
the dead." Said the master of Emerald Version sarcastically.
Everyone was silent for a moment, as they regarded the two scenes in
front of them. The webmaster, having already seen to his version, was relaxing with a game
of Warcraft II.
"He hasn't got a Doompuff, or an Author
Avatar. His version is home to two armies, but apart from them, there aren't many
characters. There's a new narrator virtually every four battles."
"He certainly does it... differently..."
After a little more speculation about the fate of Dark Version, they
moved on to another version. If they'd stayed, they would have seen some very interesting
things happen...
~-~-~-~
The Webmaster of Dark Version, lounging in front of the
computer and playing Warcraft, was completely oblivious to the watchers. He was within
seconds of destroying his Orcish opponent, when all of a sudden his computer froze. His
computer had a habit of doing that, and he didn't think much of it, except to swear at it
repeatedly. It had been ages since he'd last saved.
"Damn, damn, damn damn damn!" He cursed, resetting it and
waiting for it to load up again. He knew he had to get a new computer someday, one that
worked...
Five minutes later, he was back in the game, and loaded it from his
last save - right near the beginning of the level. He cursed some more.
After rebuilding and scouting, he found the area apparently wiped clean
of all traces of life. He soon found there wasn't a single unit or building belonging to
the Orcs. Feeling very confused, he scouted every single spot on the map, finding...
nothing!
He quit out of the game, thinking what could have caused such a loss.
It was a little while before he came up with an answer, which was almost too unbelievable
to not be true.
How did the Orcs get to Azeroth? Through a gate called the Dark
Portal. Exactly the same name of the gate that led to his version.
He quickly went to check up on his version. It already had two
hostile armies living in it; it probably could do without a third.
~-~-~-~
Through a small inter-version portal, a person stepped
into Dark Version. Although almost none of the characters in Dark Version - and maybe even
Red Version - would have recognized him, he was quite a powerful force. This was the
Popcorn Man, of Green and Blue version fame, and what he was doing here, only he knew.
"Thinks he can get away without a Doompuff spinoff, eh?" He
mumbled to himself. He and Dark's Webmaster had earlier had quite a debate on the topic.
"I'd like to see how he likes this."
Quite carefully, he placed a pokeball on the ground, careful not to
open it. Decorated in brown and yellow, the pokeball shook powerfully once it was out of
his hands.
Allowing himself a quick evil laugh, he jumped back through the portal,
which immediately closed after him.
~-~-~-~
The duo from Gauntlet Legends, Red Warrior and Yellow
Archer, were currently lost in the middle of an underground labyrinth, having fallen into
a trap laid by a now-deceased dungeon overlord.
"Where out?" The not-so-bright Warrior clone rumbled.
"I know you want to get out of here, so do I." The Archer
said through clenched teeth, having been subjected to several hours of this.
"Wants out."
The Archer sighed, and led her charge through the maze of dungeons.
Their torch showed the passage ahead was leading... directly into a dead end.
"Great, a dead end. Just what we ne-"
The archer's complaint was cut off as a small hole appeared in the
middle of the wall, shining bright white.
"What the?"
The hole suddenly expanded into a swirling vortex of purple and red and
black, stretching off into the distance. As the duo stared into the portal, dumbstruck, an
incredibly ugly green face poked out.
"Humans!" Cried the creature, and charged at them with a cry
of anger. With a quick movement from the Archer, an arrow pierced it's heart.
"That not hard..." said the Warrior. They looked at the
corpse, which appeared to be decaying rapidly.
"I don't think that's the last of them..." The Archer readied
herself for another shot, and the Warrior pulled out his axe.
A throwing axe flew from the portal and buried itself in the Archer's
skull. She fell quickly and, being nothing but a clone, disappated into the air.
The warrior was in shock at the fall of his partner, and readied
himself as three more creatures came from the hole - Two similar to the one who had been
killed by the Archer, and one taller, more muscular, without the crude armour of the
others and with a lighter throwing axe instead of the huge battle-axes of the others. The
latter plucked the axe from where it lay on the ground.
"You kill Archer!" Cried the Warrior, raging. "Me kill
you!"
A powerful swing rendered one of the two melee battles out of the
fight, and he deflected a thrown axe. By the time he had finished off the other two, four
more creatures had emerged from the portal - two of each sort.
He actually suffered some scratches as he fought off the four of them,
but as he did he didn't notice the horseriding undead creature now emerging from the
portal.
As he lay the killing blow to the last Axethrower, the Death Knight
cast his spell, and watched in glee as five skeletons rose from the rapidly decaying
corpses. The warrior quickly set about defending himself, and had felled three when his
instinct told him to look behind.
His last vision was a huge two-headed creature raising a fist the size
of his torso back, before he fell to the ground, broken and unmistakably dead, and
dissolved into the air.
~-~-~-~
The Webmaster swore as he watched the armies of Orcs
effortlessly dispose of the two Gauntlet Heroes of Red Version. The Orcs seemed quite
confused about ending up deep underground, but they could adapt.
He wondered what to do to these newcomers, focusing all his attention
upon them. If he hadn't, he would have noticed quite a few other points of interest
throughout the area.
~-~-~-~
The clone of Da Evolution Man had been severly damaged
by reality (specifically gravity) when his Alakazam had joined Garrett the Holy and
teleported him ten thousand feet up, and had lain in a coma ever since he landed. How he
survived... well, being vital to the Webmaster's plot can be quite beneficial.
Two pokemon, a Jigglypuff and a Pikachu, wandered up to his still form
and looked at it carefully. They knew it was alive - it was breathing heavily - but they
couldn't get it to respond.
"Why it not move?" The Pikachu said. Yes, it can talk. Big
deal.
"Sleeping." Jigglypuff responded. It was an expert on such
matters.
"Why?"
"Don't know. Try Zap it."
Taking Jigglypuff's advice, Pikachu resorted to it's electric attacks,
sending a small spark and hitting the body on the cheek. Evoluman shook his head and
rolled over, but didn't wake up.
Pikachu grinned and used a bigger jolt. Da Evolution Man awoke with a
start, to see a Pikachu and a Jigglypuff right in front of his face. In a panic, he
instinctively used the only attack he had available on them.
The strange aura of Dark Version, coupled with Evoluman's panic, the
speed at which he had used the attack, plus the strange evolutionary habits of both
pokemon meant the Evolve attack worked absolutely wrong.
Both pokemon were imbued with a black light, shining somehow, and
Evoluman watched as the impossibly dark light faded to show what he had created.
He immediately fainted again.
~-~-~-~
The local Professor Oak, having escaped his clones from
various other versions and experimented with Narration, was currently wandering aimlessly
through one of the many forests of Dark Version. Of course, it was technically a forest of
Red Version, but that really doesn't matter...
Anyway, for some reason the trees didn't seem to be interested in
attacking him. Normally anyone venturing through a forest in the pokebattles world did so
only with a large fire pokemon, a chainsaw, or a death wish.
Oak, admittedly, did have a Charizard in a pokeball, which he was
fingering nervously. But the trees seemed reluctant to move. Something nearby was scaring
them, Oak guessed.
The Narrator was following him, despite the Webmaster's strict order to
stay out of any fanfics that pop up. Oak was responsible for bringing him back from Limbo,
the land of the dead, and restoring his power of Narration in Dark Version. They'd become
quite good friends.
Look, Oak...
Oak stopped, hearing
the narrator's booming omnipresent Voice, which currently was sounding quite nervous.
It was quite a disturbing sound.
You can see as well
as I can that these trees are scared out of their wits, right?
"You'd have to
be blind not to. You're a Narrator, can't you use Narrator's Legacy or something to find
out what they're thinking?"
No... The Narrator's voice boomed sheepishly. The
Webmaster said I wasn't supposed to be in fanfics. He couldn't keep me out completely, but
I can't use my powers while we're in here.
"So what were
you going to say?"
Well, whatever is
strong enough to scare an entire forest...
"Yes..."
Don't you think we
should be scared of it too?
"Well, the
trees are a lot weaker here in Dark than most versions... why is that, by the
way?"
It's a Dark
version! Trees need light to be strong!
"...That's
really awful. Is that supposed to be a joke or something? Because if it is, it really
isn't working."
I didn't make it up.
Now, I think we should really try to get out of this forest. I don't want to run into
whatever is scaring all these trees...
"Alright then.
Just one question..."
Yes?
"Which way is
out?"
The narrator did the supernatural equivelent of
opening his mouth to speak and then stopping, realising he didn't know. Exactly what he
did, nobody knows.
"We don't know which way we came from, we
don't know which way we're going, and we don't know which of them will lead out of this
forest!"
So this way is just
as good as any. Great. I hate being lost... I want my powers back...
And so, they started
off in a random direction that, in the tradition of Fanfics, TV shows, movies, books,
pokebattles and everything else, happened to be exactly the wrong way...
~-~-~-~
And now, ladies and gentlemen, for those who tire of the story mode format, here is a short intermission in pokebattles format:
DARK VERSION FAN appeared!
DVFAN is reading DARK VERSION FANFIC #1!
Hey, why am I in here?
WEBMASTER is REALISTIC!
WEBMASTER knows that NOBODY would willingly become a DVFAN!
So WEBMASTER created his own DVFAN!
That's a little egotistical, isn't it?
So?
Do you know what I think of this fanfic so far?
Of course!
Oh yeah, Narrator knows all...
DVFAN thinks FANFIC needs PLOT, badly!
Yeah. So far it's just a whole lot of pointless mini-stories!
Keep reading!
Why? Does a plot develop?
No! It's just more pointless mini-stories!
Was that sarcasm?
Read on and find out!
DVFAN reads on!
You probably should too!
Back to the story mode!
~-~-~-~
Garrett the Holy, hero of Dark Version, was currently
wandering his way through a grassy field, on his way to Team Rocket's base. Behind him was
the Tree Man, a humanoid plant who was continually expressing the joys of mobility.
"It's so wonderful, being able to move from place to place instead
of always being tied down by those roots so you can see new sights, taste new soil, fight
more opponents than ever before!"
This had been going on since Battle #20. Depending on how you looked at
it, this was either less than an hour or almost a week. Garrett didn't know. But he
spotted something that might quiet his ally, at least temporarily.
"Look! There's the base!"
The evolved Tree immediately stopped talking, staring into the
distance. Of course, again in the tradition of fanfics, pokebattles etc, they arrived just
in time to see the duo begin to head towards the base.
They split up, to put into action the plan that they had concucted
earlier.
~-~-~-~
Deven, Jessie and Bill, having recovered from their...
electrifying experience with the Pikachu and Jigglypuff, had continued off to the base. It
was well within sight when something extremely strange happened.
Behind them appeared a tall man dressed in a heavy outfit that didn't
show much - if any - clues as to who the guy was.
"At last! I finally caught myself a Scyther! I'm so happy!"
He seemed to be oblivious to the trio dressed in full Rocket uniform
standing mere feet away from him. They were half frozen. How often does an opportunity
like that pop up?
Jessie was the first to come to her senses, thinking quickly. She
couldn't trust Deven alone with Bill - she was still forced to stop him from breaking his
neck now and again.
"Look, Deven..." She said, her eyes never leaving the guy.
"I'll take Bill back to the base while you chase that guy. Once I get there, I'll
come and give you some backup."
Deven nodded and started walking towards the guy with a slow, loping
gait that somehow was more threatening than running full speed with a rusty chainsaw.
The guy noticed him now.
"Team Rocket! No! I'll never let you take my Scyther!" He
yelled dramatically, before taking off at a full sprint. He seemed to be having a little
trouble balancing, but made it over a nearby hill and vanished from sight.
Deven set off in hot pursuit.
~-~-~-~
The Editor was reflecting on his life so far in Dark
Version.
Ever since he'd tried to take out the Narrator, right at the dawn of
Dark Version, he'd had a hard run of things. Sure, he'd been the narrator for a short
period, but that ended quickly leaving him floating in the void between versions, with
nobody but the Doompuff duo for company, and they weren't the greatest of
conversationalists. It hadn't been long before he'd been pulled back into Dark, and he was
immediately killed by some newbie psycho.
He'd managed to crawl back into Dark from Black version. Since then, he
just didn't know what to do - The Narrator didn't like him, the Network Narrator's
Association didn't like him, he didn't have a single pokemon to speak of and he was, when
all was said and done, Some Unimportant Guy. Around the same power level as an extra.
He was so deep in self-pity that he didn't even notice that he was
wandering through a forest, and that the trees weren't attacking him. How he managed to
not notice the hundreds of trees around him without bumping into any of them was a matter
worth questioning. But he didn't bump into a tree.
In fact, he didn't snap out of it until he bumped into a large white
slab of marble.
"What the...?" He looked at the strange structure. If he
looked carefully at the top, he could just make out the words:
Shrine out of order
Please insert Almighty Webmaster and reboot
He'd heard rumours of a Shrine which would allow travel
between the versions, located in Red Version. After all, Dark Version was a direct copy of
Red, right? Maybe the shrine wouldn't work outside the prescence of Jason...
While he was thinking about this, he heard a strange sound behind the
shrine. Circling around, he found a small yellow-and-brown pokeball lying on the ground.
It was vibrating hard, hopping occasionally and emitting a low growling sound. Curious, he
bent picked up the pokeball, and as he did it hopped slightly to the side so his finger
pressed the button, opening it.
Brown energy congealed, forming into an almost familiar shape, the
suspence building as it grows more and more recognisable... Short, plump, long ears...
Now imagine, just before the creature is fully revealed, the camera
zooms out to a view of the surrounding forest and we hear the poor fool who opened the
pokeball's voice in the distance.
"What the hell happened to yoaharrraggggghhhhhh!"
His screams echoed over the version in a way normally only achieved by
the most advanced sound effects systems. To the casual observer, it was quite impressive,
but he wasn't in any position to appreciate this...
~-~-~-~
Deven had followed the strange character for some way, and had apparently lost him. He was looking around aimlessly, and moved over a hill to see a small tree with a sign hanging from one long branch. Although he possessed limited reading skills, it was printed large and clear, so even he could read it.
Rare pokemon exhibit! Keep going straight ahead to find a collection of the rarest, most
valuable pokemon ever seen!
Deven was torn. Should he keep looking for his target,
or take some of these rare pokemon? Of course, there'd probably be a Scyther there...
Along with many more powerful pokemon...
He headed off straight ahead. As soon as he was out of sight, the tree
suddenly started shrinking, it's form changing until it was humanoid. It took the sign off
its arm and looked at the heavy outfit which had been shredded in it's quick
transformation. With a sigh, the tree man raced off to find Garrett.
~-~-~-~
Oak and the Narrator were still lost when they heard
the scream.
"What was that?" Oak yelled, so he could be heard over the
scream, which was still echoing pretty loudly through the trees.
The Narrator listened carefully to the slowly dying echoes. The Editor, I beleive. The one who pretended to be a psychologist and
cured your fear of trainers.
"Yes, I
remember him."
I think he may have
just run into that thing that's scaring the trees...
"So... Do you think we should go away
from those screams?"
Yes, but the echo effects were so well done I
can't tell which way they came from originally...
"Why must everything be so difficult?!" Oak cursed
loudly. He was acting way out of character, and the Narrator didn't like it one bit.
Calm down! You don't want to get the attention of
whatever's out there, do you?
"I don't care! I'm getting out of here! Charizard go!"
The Narrator wondered briefly why they hadn't thought of that before.
The trees visibly shrank away from the dragon-like pokemon.
Oak jumped onto it's back and within seconds they were soaring up into
the sky. The Narrator just stood there for a moment (or did the nearest equivilent for
bodiless entities) before realising they'd gone.
Hey! Wait up!
But it was too late;
The Narrator was stranded in the middle of the Forest, alone and without his narrative
powers, with something apparently extremely powerful nearby.
All he could do was hope that the fanfic finished
before it found him...
~-~-~-~
Garrett the Holy sat on a
convenient flat rock near a large building. He'd followed his ally's instructions, and
this was, it seemed, the HOCACT. A way of eradicating any living creature so that there
was no way that they could possibly return.
One of the most powerful things in Dark Version.
He would have thought it could at least look sinister...
It was a plain, white-painted washboard house,
quite small. It had a cheery atmosphere surrounding it, and while nearby it Garrett
imagined he heard... laughter? The high-pitched squeak of pokemon laughter, maybe.
It had a single door, and no windows. Flowers
bloomed everywhere around it. If he let his concentration slip, he could see little shapes
flitting through the beautiful meadow. The house seemed to call to him while he stood
there. He had his doubts that this was the HOCACT, but he wasn't stupid and didn't even
consider going inside. The rock he was sitting on was outside the flowery meadow.
It wasn't that long before the Tree Man appeared.
He stood up at the sight of the greenish-brown person running unsteadily towards him.
"Did you get them?"
"Only one - the one called Deven. The other
one kept going to base. He should be here any minute. The signs are a much longer,
zigzaging way, but it shouldn't be that long..."
"Oh well, he's the more powerful one, I
guess."
"Right. Disguises on!"
The two quickly changed into outfits resembling
doormen. They stood beside the door of the cabin and waited for their prey.
This was going to be too easy...
~-~-~-~
The Orcish armies had literally
poured into Dark Version - this was the invasion force meant to wipe out the humans for
good. They were already chipping away at the walls of the underground labyrinth.
The Webmaster was extremely frustrated - he could
not simply eliminate them, as they'd come from a different version, or the nearest
equivilent. They were at the mercy of their webmaster, but not him. He could not close the
portal for the same reason. All he could do was watch as more and more orcs, trolls,
goblins and ogres flooded into the already crowded caverns. He
made a few minor adjustments to reality, hardening the rock around them so it would take
them some time to tunnel out.
He sighed. They wouldn't be a threat to Dark
Version for many battles to come, but they would eventually. He had to get ready for that
day.
Leaving the depressing sight of the third
invading army behind, he went to check up on the other denizens of his version. The
first thing he saw was Oak, the red of the Charizard and the white of his coat contrasting
well with the green of the forest around. The Webmaster sensed something wrong, but didn't
have time to check before a beam of what appeared to be black electricity slammed up
through the foilage of the forest and hit Charizard dead-on. It stiffened and roared in
pain, and within seconds was frozen in that position; the attack had killed it
immediately, draining it's life energy. It fell like a stone, Oak on top.
After a bone-jarring crash, Oak groaned and looked up into the shadowy
figure of what appeared to be a large Pikachu. It laughed, the sound echoing in his head.
"Ah, humans..." The psychic voice smirked. "So
very easy. A small suggestive attack can turn you against your allies, make you run away,
make you forget any scrap of compassion you ever had. And you think we pokemon are easy to
control." It laughed evilly again.
Oak looked stunned. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom after being out
in the sunlight, he saw the horribly mutilated body of the Editor nearby, and nearly threw
up. Then he once again focused on the Pikachu, and saw just what it was.
Its fur was a very dark yellow, almost brown. Somewhat larger than
ordinary Pikachu, but a lot thinner, almost skeletal. It seemed to have festering wounds
here and there, but didn't seem to be in pain. But worst of all were its eyes: black,
empty spheres in which were reflected memories of every moment of pain and suffering you
had ever experienced or imagined.
All in all, it wasn't a pretty sight.
"Now... I need some connection, to give me knowledge of this
world I was created to destroy. You know the most about pokemon, so now you will be my
slave..."
Oak didn't even have time to reply before the creature used some
strange, unknown attack which left him staring blankly, a slave waiting for orders. The
thing was about to make other taunt when the earth opened up under both their feet.
Another problem, thought the Webmaster, as the tunnel closed up leaving
Oak and the Pikachu-thing in some deep corner of the same labyrinth that imprisoned the
Orcish Horde. This fanfic was really, really starting to annoy him. It was going on for
too long, and really wasn't for the benefit of Dark Version, what with another hostile
army and the version's first Doompuff spinoff. He guessed this was the 'Agonychu' that the
Popcorn man had demanded he put in his version...
He quickly zoomed off, hoping more problems weren't cropping up
elsewhere. He had a nasty feeling they were, however. You leave the version alone for one
fanfic...
~-~-~-~
Deven, having followed a strange series of signs, had
apparently come to the end of his journey. He saw the plain house, the flowers, two
attendants standing by the door. He slowed to a reverential walk as he came into the
field. This was just going perfectly, he thought. But even as he thought this, something
was nagging him in the back of his mind to be cautious. Although voices in the head were
nothing new to Deven, him being an MHE, mostly they were telling him to burn, destroy,
kill etc. This one was telling him to not run straight in and burn it down. Just for the
novelty value, he decided to listen to it, and approached the house carefully.
"Welcome, visitor!" Shouted one of the attendants.
"Would you like to come in, see the largest collection of the rarest pokemon known to
mankind?"
"There's even rumours of some that aren't known to mankind!"
The other added gleefully.
"So come in and have a look!" They said together.
Deven continued walking, his sense of unease growing stronger, but
being countered easily by his growing enthusiasm about stealing so many pokemon. He
actually forgot the voice for a moment and rushed forward, and they opened the door. It
wasn't until he was practically inside until he stopped suddenly.
He advanced into the room cautiously, something nagging at the back of
his head. The attendants were smiling too much, the room was too dark - this was an
absolute brainstorm as far as Deven was concerned. Slowly but surely, wary for a trap, he
moved into the room.
It wasn't until one of the doormen pushed him in that it all snapped
together. The Tree man had grown impatient and pushed him in the back. The other doorman,
which he now recognised as Garrett the Holy, was closing the door on him. With a quick
movement, he yanked the anthro tree in with him.
Garrett immediately tried to reopen the door, but had no luck. He
cursed, pulling on the door with all his might, while his ally was being subjected to the
HOCACT, whatever that was...
~-~-~-~
The tree man was panicking wildly - he knew where he
was. He rammed the walls to no effect for a few moments, before he found his movements
slowing. Before long he found himself unable to move.
His eyes drooped, and a kind voice - not unlike that of a Nurse Joy -
echoed throughout the room. "Welcome to the Hall of Cute and Cuddly things! We hope
you enjoy your stay!"
As he - or it - put together the acronym in his mind, he suddenly found
it filled with images of all the cute, furry pokemon. Pikachus, Pichus, Jigglypuffs,
Clefairies, Togepi, you name it. All looking as cute as they could possibly manage.
The images intensified, blocking out all thought processes, rapidly
driving him/it insane. It kept going until he couldn't take it any more, and much, much
further, until his body and consiousness simply vaporized, never to be seen again.
He'd found out the best-kept secret in Dark Version. The actual
contents of the HOCACT. And he'd also found out why it remained the best kept
secret. Garrett the Holy had lost another ally.
~-~-~-~
Garrett finally managed to open the door, and looked in to find...
nothing. He groaned in despair. If what his ally had said was true, he'd never see him
again. At least Deven was gone for good too...
Typically, as soon as he had this thought, Deven jumped out from where
he had been hiding just out of sight and knocked Garrett to the ground.
"You tricked me!" He snarled. "Do you have any idea what
it's like in there?"
"Well, actually it was supposed to kill you..." Garrett said,
a little shocked at him still being alive and well.
"You're going to pay for that, you hear me?" Deven pulled a
pokeball from his belt.
"You seem a little out of character..." Garrett said, hand on
his sword. "Last time we met you did nothing but offer mindless death threats! Could
it be that, by going through the HOCACT, you have actually evolved from a one-dimentional
character to a two-dimentional one?"
Deven seemed a little taken back by this. "Hey... you're right! I
have got an extra dimention!"
At that moment, both Jessie and the Webmaster arrived.
"Deven... need some help with this guy?"
"Hold up..." The webmaster
stopped them all. "I'm sorry, but this can't continue, I'm
afraid."
"What? But I want to take him out! He shoved me into that..."
Deven stopped and shuddered.
"Yeah... could you explain how he managed to survive going through
that?"
"Umm... well, see, his evil nature, um, left
him resistant to the incredible... err... torture that that... um... creation put him
through and..."
"It's because he's vital to your future storyline, isn't it."
Garrett stated dryly.
"'Fraid so." The Webmaster
answered sheepishly. "And also because he's not really my
creation... he was made by a friend of mine. And plus, my friend didn't like how
one-dimentional I made him, so..."
"Enough chatter! Battle time!" Jessie yelled.
"I'm sorry, this fanfiction is ending now."
"What?
"Well, it's been the cause of the invasion
of another army into Dark Version, as well as the creation of a Doompuff spinoff. At least
one, I haven't had time to check out the entire version, and I'm sure another one has
appeared just to annoy me. So, I want a good look over the version. You can continue this
fight in the next battle. Alright?"
"Alright..."
"Okay..."
"I don't wanna wait!" Deven cried. "I want to battle
now!"
"Look. Here's a thought to consider with
your new dimention: Arguing with the webmaster is a bad career move. The fanfic is ending
now! And anyway, it'll give me some battles to write, I was running out of ideas anyway..."
(Well, they managed to actually pull something vaguely resembling
a plot out of that mess...
DVFAN is IMPRESSED!
I'm not that impressed... I still think that it's not as good as
Aqua's or Black's...
NARRATOR thinks YOU are acting OOC too!
What?
You're supposed to be a DARK VERSION FAN! You're saying AQUA is
better?
WEBMASTER wants to fight!
Uh-oh...
FANFIC ended prematurely due to VIOLENT SCENE!)