Peppersalt43
They/Them- 21,997
- 5,900
You act like I’m doing something bad, but I’m just having fun : 0
Humanity has always exhausted every possibility. That's the exact sort of drama I want to see : 7
Incon : 0
Everything above 5-A is restricted
Speed equalized
Fight takes place in the Boiling Isles, 10 meters apart
An excuse to write a fic between the two as I've recently began hyperfixating on the verses as well as to test out my ability to write LOLrandom humor that pops out in comment sections of videos involving Happy Chaos (For uh, certain reasons)
Humanity has always exhausted every possibility. That's the exact sort of drama I want to see : 7
Incon : 0
Everything above 5-A is restricted
Speed equalized
Fight takes place in the Boiling Isles, 10 meters apart
An excuse to write a fic between the two as I've recently began hyperfixating on the verses as well as to test out my ability to write LOLrandom humor that pops out in comment sections of videos involving Happy Chaos (For uh, certain reasons)
In the infinite span of the multiverse, one wouldn't notice an uncountable amount of rifts randomly appearing in a couple universes. Most were harmless, often appearing in relatively uninhabited swatches of the universe which made sense when considering how much livable space there is compared to the universe itself. But, give infinite monkeys infinite typewriters...
"Mr. Collector, slow down! I can't-" King held on to dear life, his "friend" chasing down one of these aforementioned rifts. While completely inanimate, these things did have self-preservation instincts, often disappearing and reappearing in vast distances with a puff of confetti.
It made for a rather fun game of tag.
"Gotcha~" The Collector said, the rift seemingly shivering in fear before disappearing again.
"What are those things?" King panted in exhaustion.
"I don't know, but they've been fun to play around with! And it hasn't done anything to ruin our play."
"Hey, what's that sound?"
A subtle rumbling can be heard, along with what can be described as a roaring engine. Yet the two didn't notice quick enough until a loud crash was heard, The Collector quickly turning around to see a convertible crashed into a wall with King's lifeless body in the front of it. Another noticeable thing was the driver, a topless blue-skinned masculine humanoid flickering in and out of existence.
"Man, these self-driving cars keep getting crazier and crazier!" another voice could be heard behind The Collector, prompting him to turn around. That same blue humanoid was seen walking backwards past him before stopping to take off his oddly-shaped shades.
"Wait, I recognize you..." he said, quickly unholstering one of his revolvers.
"YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE YOU'VE KEPT THOSE GRUBS!" A click of the trigger was heard, bubbles instead flowing out of the barrel. A moment of silence went on as the two godlike beings stared each other down awkwardly.
"Wait sorry, that's my bad," Happy Chaos said, loading another bullet before firing it. This time, it worked, a live bullet flew through the air and going straight through The Collector's head, followed by a shockwave obliterating everything past him, leaving a vast hole deep enough to reach the core. Chaos looked at his gun in bewilderment before spinning and dropping it.
"Surprised that didn't happen sooner," he turned around to see the one he shot floating right behind him perfectly fine, which is concerning as he had likely murdered a close friend and joked about it as an entrance.
"Oh don't worry, he's uh, in-incapacitated now, maybe my powers will work on him then. But you... you look fun! Wanna play?" The Collector asked, puppet-versions of the Boiling Isle's denizens approaching him.
As one of them reached out towards their target, a black miasma appeared in front of it, quickly seeping into the puppet before changing its head into a red ball with bunny ears, a toothy smile and a familiar insignia on their face. The same occurred to many of these puppets, their allegiance quickly turned.
"Alright, how about we play some tug-of-war?" Happy Chaos suggested.
"Mr. Collector, slow down! I can't-" King held on to dear life, his "friend" chasing down one of these aforementioned rifts. While completely inanimate, these things did have self-preservation instincts, often disappearing and reappearing in vast distances with a puff of confetti.
It made for a rather fun game of tag.
"Gotcha~" The Collector said, the rift seemingly shivering in fear before disappearing again.
"What are those things?" King panted in exhaustion.
"I don't know, but they've been fun to play around with! And it hasn't done anything to ruin our play."
"Hey, what's that sound?"
A subtle rumbling can be heard, along with what can be described as a roaring engine. Yet the two didn't notice quick enough until a loud crash was heard, The Collector quickly turning around to see a convertible crashed into a wall with King's lifeless body in the front of it. Another noticeable thing was the driver, a topless blue-skinned masculine humanoid flickering in and out of existence.
"Man, these self-driving cars keep getting crazier and crazier!" another voice could be heard behind The Collector, prompting him to turn around. That same blue humanoid was seen walking backwards past him before stopping to take off his oddly-shaped shades.
"Wait, I recognize you..." he said, quickly unholstering one of his revolvers.
"YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE YOU'VE KEPT THOSE GRUBS!" A click of the trigger was heard, bubbles instead flowing out of the barrel. A moment of silence went on as the two godlike beings stared each other down awkwardly.
"Wait sorry, that's my bad," Happy Chaos said, loading another bullet before firing it. This time, it worked, a live bullet flew through the air and going straight through The Collector's head, followed by a shockwave obliterating everything past him, leaving a vast hole deep enough to reach the core. Chaos looked at his gun in bewilderment before spinning and dropping it.
"Surprised that didn't happen sooner," he turned around to see the one he shot floating right behind him perfectly fine, which is concerning as he had likely murdered a close friend and joked about it as an entrance.
"Oh don't worry, he's uh, in-incapacitated now, maybe my powers will work on him then. But you... you look fun! Wanna play?" The Collector asked, puppet-versions of the Boiling Isle's denizens approaching him.
As one of them reached out towards their target, a black miasma appeared in front of it, quickly seeping into the puppet before changing its head into a red ball with bunny ears, a toothy smile and a familiar insignia on their face. The same occurred to many of these puppets, their allegiance quickly turned.
"Alright, how about we play some tug-of-war?" Happy Chaos suggested.
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