Literally just finished this piece tonight. Waaaaaaaaay different than I what I had originally intended, but screw it we rolling with it. Had a lot of fun writing this and I'm pretty sure it will show. BTW, this is a two parter, but I'm too lazy to write the second part at the moment and plus I got work in the morning. Gonna try and finish the second part by tomorrow. If not done by then or at least within a few days, you guys can go ahead and run wild with this if you want.
Style 53 - It's one of those arcs...
Now usually when dealing with the remote, a press of a button could land the user and those surrounding in some whacky mess of a dimension. However, much to Lego’s and Fro’s surprise, they somehow ended up back in the city. Now this may sound normal to some, but of course, this is the remote we’re talking about here. And not only that, things are never normal in MR to begin with, regardless if there’s a dimension altering remote involved or not.
“So uhh, we’re back already, furball? Fro asked Lego as he scratched his head. The two had been standing in front of the central administration building. As to why they were standing there to begin with, neither had a clue.
Lego, who was still skeptical about the whole ordeal, folded his arms and had a rather furrowed look on his face. “I really doubt it, man. We’re in the city, alright, but something fishy is in the air.” As Lego said that, his nose twitched. “And it doesn’t smell like the good kind either.”
“What kind of fish do you like, Lego?”
“I always favored a good salmon. You?”
“I like Mackerel a whole lot, and you can’t really beat a good tuna.” Just as he said that, Fro looked around and seem concerned all of a sudden. “Wait a minute, where the hell is Coryn? I wanna know his favorite fish!”
Lego shrugged. “Hell if I know. Probably got separated during the scene shift.”
“But wouldn’t it make more sense for the remote to keep all of us in close proximity? I mean the three of us did get transported at the same time.”
“Well Fro, did it make sense that all of a sudden that you and I were suddenly an overnight hip-hop sensation with music already recorded and had a fanbase filled with chicks in skimpy school clothes!?”
Fro stared off into space for a second as he pondered on the thought. “Naw, but I was kinda feeling it, though.”
“That’s the point I’m getting at Fro! None of this makes sense. The rap concert didn’t make sense. The schoolgirls didn’t make sense. Me participating in a freaking dating simulator didn’t make sense--”
“Wait that happened?”
Lego shook his head. “It’s was pretty awkward to say the least. You wouldn’t want to know the details. Trust me.” Lego paced around for a second. With so much going on so suddenly, he was doing his best not to lose his mind. “I just don’t understand why all of this is happening again. I could’ve swore Coryn locked that remote up for good. And dammit, who was that girl who had it in her freaking hands!? How did she steal it anyways?” Lego began pulling on his hair. “ARGH! This is all so frustrating!”
“Aye, punkasses! What the hell are you clowns doing in front of the General’s central tower, huh!?”
The aggressive, deep voice yelling at them from behind startled Lego and Fro. “Punkasses?” The two thought together at the same time. As they turned to meet the strange voice, they were greeted by the sight of a strange looking, yet menacing looking specimen. He was rather tall and quite bulky looking, and had a skin complexion exactly like Fro’s. Funny enough, adding on to the Fro comparison, he had brown eyes like Fro, and had a afro like his to boot, but it was shorter and much spikier. On the man’s shoulders was an elaborate looking military jacket that he wore like a cape, and the collar shirt, slacks and boots he was dressed in definitely gave off the military vibe. He had a mean look about him and the scar running across his face could definitely land him in a couple of different bad guy trope categories.
The strange looking man mean mugged Fro and Lego. His arms were folded and his stance was firm. “Yall deaf or what? I said what the hell are you two clowns doing in front of that building?”
Fro, not a big fan of being called a clown by a stranger, spoke up first. “Watch that clown word, homie. I don’t think the pot should be calling the kettle black, if you ask me.”
The man raised a questioning brow. “Homie? First of all, I ain’t ya damn homie, and second of all, who the hell do you think you’re talking to with that tone, boy?”
Fro countered with a raised brow of his own. “Boy? Dawg, do I look twelve years old to you!? I’m a grown ass man, and if you keep talking to me like that, I’m gonna smack yo ass like one!”
“You said you’re gonna do what now? Smack me? I’d like to see you try that with my foot in your ass!”
Lego watched in confusion as Fro and the strange man shouted threats back and forth at one another. He was a little concerned honestly, and for many good reasons. For starters, he’s never seen Fro engage in such deadly verbal warfare with someone before. Sure, he’s heard rumors of Fro sometimes losing his cool and saying some really nasty things, but hearing it first hand was a bit scary. That aside, however, Lego’s real concern was the undeniable similarities between Fro and the strange man. Similar skin color, similar facial features, similar afros and manner of speech. Everything matched up too well to be just a coincidence. Then, a realization finally hit him.
“Hey Fro, you don’t think that guy is-”
“HUH!?” Fro yelled as he turned towards Lego for a second. “A CLOWN!? OF COURSE I THINK HE”S A CLOWN! LOOK AT HIM!”
“Dammit Fro, that’s not what I was gonna say…”
Fro ignored Lego and continued his verbal assault. “Listen homeboy, I don’t know who you are, but you better leave MR before I make you leave!”
The strange man suddenly seemed perturbed by Fro’s comment. “MR?” he repeated, sounding confused for a second. After the brief pause, he began bursting into laughter, which really confused Fro and Lego.
“Ayo, what was funny about what I said?”
“The MR part you clown!”
Lego stepped forward. “And why is that part so funny to you?”
The strange man shot Lego an evil smirk. “Cause that name, and everybody and everything associated with that name has been dead for years now. Man I gotta admit kid, I never thought I would hear that name again. You may be a clown, but you’re a funny one. I’ll give you that much.”
Silence.
Fro and Lego looked at one another for some sort of reassurance that they had heard the man correctly. MR, dead? A possibility like that could only happen in some alternate timeline. Were they in the future, perhaps? There were so many different scenarios circulating through their brains, but one thing's for certain: Regardless of the scenario, their current predicament was a huge problem, and would certainly cause more headache than needed.
And as if he was reading their minds to confirm their worst possible fears, the man walked forward to get more up close and personal with the two raiders, speaking as he did so. “I don’t know what rock you two crawled out of, but in case you haven’t noticed, this is 4kids territory you’re standing in, and as far as I’m concerned, you two clowns are trespassers.”
Lego’s eyes shot wide. “4kids!?”
Fro had a similar expression on his face. “Dawg you can’t be serious!” Since when MR has been 4kids turf?”
“Since General Bethuw’el came and stomped the raiders into the ground, you idiot.” With that said, the menacing looking man was now standing directly in front of Lego and Fro, and he looked a lot more scary up close. He stabbed his thumb into his chest. “And in case you two don’t know who I am, let me inform you: My name is Fro, Captain of the 4kids specialized assault unit, and it looks like you two just earned yourselves an ass whooping for the ages.”
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