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Part 8: The Third Day

"OW!" Was how the Shock Master began his day. A large Hercules Beetle had accidentally smacked itself into his body, biting him on instinct. Still, after a swat, the lard lad continued his way through, stomping through the thick vegetation.

Fisto was also with him, but he was carrying a strange fruit that looked like it had several hairs sticking out. "Commence taste-test operation." He stated before putting it into a heat compartment, melting the fruit into energy. All that came out of it were a pair of cat-ears sprouting from the top of his head. "Assessment: Nya."

"...eesh." The wrestler didn't know what to make of that, but then again. That fox berry made him sorta randy last he remembered.

Acererak, meanwhile, was enjoying his time plotting to himself, as any lich should. He looked upon the eggs, noticing they were getting considerably bigger. "Hmmm...fascinating." The simalcrum of a demi-lich noted to himself before feeling the presence of another draw near.

As quickly as Captain Marvel flew close to the place, still rubbing her eyes from that nightmare of a film from earlier, there was nobody inside. Or, really, there was, but the lich had cast an invisibility spell that hid both he and the eggs. "Okay. Who had the time to put this in here?" She wondered. "Hey, Samantha! You there?"

She cared not for what was going on with Not-Katara. If anything, that girl felt like a bit of a load. She wasn't wrong, but it was somewhat callous. As for the mare, she had more respect for the soft-spoken nudist. "So, what's up with you?" Marvel asked, still getting used to the bare breasts and dick on display. The high-flying one had met lewder races, though.

Samantha just sighed. "I tried to utilize one of those Assist Trophies laying around...but it turned into a Goldeen. I swear, some adorable cat was silently laughing at me for that." She was referring to the enemy Stand-user, Heavy Chonker, but that cat was content to lay about and do nothing when that embarrassment happened.

"Tough break." Marvel replied, hovering above the bunker.

As for the rest of Acererak's 'allies', they had gone their separate ways yet again. Arcee was not seen by them, but she was glad for it, an embarrassed blush on her silicone face. "Just leave it out the report, Arcee. You have slag to do." She reminded herself, searching for any possible energon. After all, resources WERE said to be about this shifting area.

Vlad, for his part, was content to continue to walk alone and handle things alone. Didn't stop him from accidentally drinking out of a bottle he thought was blood. Instead, it turned out to be discarded Minotaur Milk that Raptor Jesus had left behind. "I'm not even questioning this at this rate." He muttered as a cow-tail emerged from his armor, black as the night.

Veigar's group was currently cutting themselves a path through the foliage, the small sorcerer being carried on River's shoulder. "For being such a loyal minion, I shall reward you with the highest honor when we return to my homeland." He didn't want to admit it, but he was on the fast-lane to calling this obedient water-creature a friend.

River just giggled. "The pleasure is all mine, Master!" She said before coming across a bottle of Satyr's Milk. "An item! Maybe I'll level up?" Upon drinking it, much to Veigar's concern, she suddenly felt weird in her digitigrade paws. The paws began to meld into a more hoof shape, making her balance somewhat wobbly as she got used to it. "Uuuh...did I just evolve?"

"NO. YOU HAVE UNDERGONE THE SAME CHANGE I DID, BUT LESSER." Raptor Jesus snarled, touching his new pair of horns. "WHEN I RETURN TO MY BELOVED WORSHIPPERS, THEY SHALL NOT REJECT ME FOR MY-"

His rant about his worshippers was interrupted when a red blur slammed into Veigar, sending him skidding across the dirt. "Gah! Who dares?!" Veigar shouted before Knuckles landed in front of him, gearing up for an uppercut. "What-"

WHAM! With an uppercut that drew blood, the feline-like being was sent flying into a puddle of quicksand, seemingly causing Veigar to sink to his doom. "One down, many more to go!" Knuckles chuckled proudly. I mean, we all remember his first appearance when he actually chuckled, right?

Mythology gags aside, he wasn't prepared for the sharp part of Veigar's staff to suddenly stab him through the back, lifting him up, and incinerating him with a blast of dark magic that scattered his smoldering parts all over the place. "MASTER!" River and Raptor Jesus rushed in, only to find the diminutive one fine.

"Hmph. Even the most idiotic of adventurers know that quicksand can be conquered if one moves slowly." He proudly stated before River hugged her Master close into her bare breasts, nuzzling his head in concern. "Um...thanks? Not in front of everybody, though!"

To much less pleasant company, Akrog and Kael'Thas were wandering through the woods, the troll looking a bit more disquiet. He disliked working with the obviously arrogant Brittlebone. The resemblance to the people who slaughtered his tribe daily wasn't helping at all. But he knew he needed to keep it together. For the sake of his people.

He wasn't expecting a volley of fireworks to be fired in both of their direction, blinding the both of them. "Ambush!" Akrog shouted before more fireworks were fired directly at him, sending him a good few feet away. He would endure, but be out of commission.

"Impertinence!" Kael'Thas growled, his verdant spheres glowing brightly as he sent a Living Bomb against whomever had made a move against the duo. Samalla, the one responsible for the fireworks, had to move fast, fleeing from the heat-seeking fireball.

Her teammate, Mina, suddenly emerged from the bushes and prepared to open fire on the blood elf. Instead, she suddenly was lifted up by a gravity lapse. "I wonder...let's see if this bird can actually fly." He smirked evilly before using his ability to slam her into the ground over and over before flinging her into the distance, knocked out cold.

Akrog would join in a moment and Samalla would regroup with the fallen one, but Ripley had her own problems when she tried to join the fray. "Youuuuu..." Acererak's voice caused her to stiffen, her bio-lights glowing red in anticipation. "You cannot run...you can only delay the inevitable...your death!" The lich's screaming face suddenly appeared in front of her, gigantic and as a massive illusion.

"Fuck this!" Ripley shouted, firing several blasts at the apparition before fleeing. "Got to find the others!" She shouted as she ran circles around the chasing illusion. Nothing more than a means for the lich to not get bored as he planned.

Ken and Setzer were on their own now, with only Ken wondering what exactly happened to that furry little guy that had been following them around. "I kinda liked it when he was around. Sure, he was a bit mouthy, but...you think something happened to him?" Ken asked, picking up a vial of strange red fluid, Shardfire's face-symbol on it.

Setzer shrugged before he realized he kicked away something glowing. It was glowing yellow and it seemed to reach into the gambler's inner thoughts. "Curious..." He leaned down and picked up the glowing yellow stone, feeling its mental powers start to course through him. "Well...this is different."

"Whoa! Check it out!" Ken stepped in, now sporting hardened lava-claws and more reptilian eyes. "That stuff...whatever it was, I think it enhanced me! Hopefully, there's more of it!" Turns out, Dragon Blood was a rarity, but consume it, and power surely follows.

Yet Setzer, the devious one he was, had to admit. That was impressive, but not as impressive as the cosmic power he held in his palm.

Back with Chonker's group, while he slept yet again, Sean Bean was hiding in a tree, looking out for any possible foes while Danny and Sub wandered below him. "So...got any powers or are you as luckless as I am?" Sub asked, holding his pistol close.

"Dunno. We're pretty much team cannon-fodder at this point." Danny stated before Sean's body suddenly slumped in front of him, hitting the ground hard. "GAAAH! SEAN BEAN IS DEAD! And you know what that means?!" With that, the man made for the hills, unaware that Sean was just knocked out. Nothing more.

Sub turned to see Jane and Candle Jack in front of him, drawing out his pistol at the spirit and the FBI agent. "Don't come any closer! I have a gun and...oh, this thingamajig!" He picked up another Assist Trophy scattered about. Vaguely remembering that thing the bat-guy did, he lifted it up...only for a literal trash-heap to fall on him.

The two enemies just looked at each-other, bewildered. "Wow...that's just sad." Jane shrugged. "Fail."

"And what a shame...because now..." Jack stretched out a rather gnarly piece of rope. "...I can finally-"

HONK! HONK!

Those were the last sounds Jack heard before a massive Semi crashed into him and slammed him against two broken trees in the shape of a cross, evaporating the spirit upon impact, his rope turning into ash. Jane and Sub, whom carried Sean, took this as a sign to book it.

"Did I hit somebody?" Shantae asked, turning down the window, her other teammates with her. "Isabelle, are you sure this was a good idea? I think we scared Fidget off with this."

"I...well, it was one of my more slap-dash ideas." The secretary meekly said. "But I'm sure she's finally woken up Judy to face a new day!"

Shantae just rubbed the back of her head, noting how the truck had been utterly wrecked when it hit the trees. "Probably having a better time than we are..."

Back with the Bro team of two, CILF was just stroking his junk idly, thinking of his win. "First the riches...then the bitches..." He stroked a bit harder, thinking of all the pussy that was awaiting him.

He was nearly roused from his thoughts when a glass canister of Snake Oil was thrown against a tree. "Bullshit! This stuff doesn't work! Where are my fangs?!" Knotz growled, still harboring resentment against that one human that bested him. And he couldn't get that damned song out of his head!

Finally, we come across Ed by his own, training by aiming a piece of sharp bark at a dummy made from twigs and leaves. "Prepare to meet your doom, monster! For I, Ed, the slayer of the undead, shall send you back into the realm of Hades!"

As he swung his 'blade' (hitting himself several times), Megatron groaned as he arrived back in tank-form, carrying a few canisters of energon that he had managed to scrape from hard-to-find places. "Have you done anything productive, human?" He groaned. "TRANSFORM!" With that, he turned back into his robot mode, crouching before the dullard.

"I finally found JIB: He's been helping me refine my 'skills'! That's what he calls them and I am now sharper than a fork at Tuesday Night!" Ed exclaimed, pointing to an empty space next to him.

Megatron just claw-palmed. "Why did I get paired with the pacifist and the idiot? Why not-"

CRAAAASH!

Much to the duo's surprise, a humongous mound of trash suddenly fell at Megatron's feet, Lilith emerging from the top unharmed, though incredibly wet. Her clothes ruined, she looked up to see her teammates. "It's...a long story." She admitted.

Megatron had promised to train her in some capacity, but he was just impressed that she got into some kind of scrap at all. "Eurgh...explain when we leave this behind. It smells of Combiner Wars now."

As the Decepticon scooped up the organics, jet thrusters blowing him a considerable distance away, the others that stared that hoot emerged. "I knew leavin' for just five minutes was a bad idea." Pete said, having been at the bottom of the pile, a fish flopping on his hat as he got up and left.

Judy also managed to escape, wiping herself off as she shook the water off of her fur. "Wet fur...garbage smell...and who to blame for it?" She looked at the pathetically mewling instigator of this whole thing, before jumping her way out to regroup. "This wack-job." She muttered.

"ZUKOOOO! OH, ZUKO, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!" Not-Katara wailed, her excessive and broken water-bending having accumulated a lot of trash from the local river. She wouldn't be re-uniting with her teammates for a looooong time.

Part 9: The Third Night

There was something awfully...special about this night. Several team-members suddenly vanished, without a trace, though there was always a note left behind that stated 'BRB-Food to Come'. It was this cryptic message that made Megatron and many other quite irritable and even worried a bit.

"Damn it...now, how is that pacifist supposed to take advantage of her great power?" Megatron could have easily dismissed her as a dead-weight, much like Ed, but he started his revolution on the basis of never looking down upon anybody that didn't deserve it. Sure, he valued strength, but people like the cripple Shockwave or the just-plain-weird Imperious Delirious had impressed him before.

Ed, for his part, was the only one of his team remaining, but he was just staring gormlessly at more Youtube Ads playing as Sean Bean, the opponent, he thought he was going to rush to for combat, just walked away, not considering this worth it. "Supernatural!" Ed proclaimed.

In the distance, Basky slammed her fists down. "SON OF A CUSSING CUSS WORD! I am so purchasing Ad-Block by the end of this!"

Ripley's team was one of the few that weren't affected by this, the threesome managing to get themselves a peaceful sleep. Mina was able to find a stable tree-branch to kick back and sleep on while Samalla just contented herself with one last patrol before snoozing.

The only one having any difficulty sleeping was Ripley, whom was once again plagued by mosquitos. "Gonna freaking kill that mutt by the end of this..." She swore, imagining her fist going through Basky's chest for revenge.

Fidget's team was on high alert, Isabelle having gone missing. Though Shantae could feel the sandman coming onto her in a way, Fidget kept a good lookout alongside Judy. She swore she saw a fire, but her sense of smell proved that wasn't where the doggo was.

"What do you think that message meant? Given how this place works, I'm willing to bet this is our captor's doing. Everything here just feels...random and misplaced." Judy reasoned before a torch suddenly flew past them, the embers flying into Judy's side, singing the fur. "OW!"

"Sorry!" A distant voice called out. Even when fighting for his life in a land of uncertainty, he had the sense to apologize after he had sent out a torch to act as a makeshift flare for the missing Shock Master. "No luck yet." He told Fisto, whom was posting cringe through an old network in his data servers. "Oh, Lord, can you not?"

While that robot lost a possible subscriber, another robot wasn't having a good time. Arcee, in her embarrassment, had lost her way, traveling aimlessly through the woods, still in search of a way out. But she had always been kind of a lone wolf in situations like this. She would make it...probably.

Another team that wasn't affected, Danny's team, was just minding their own business under a large rock in a quarry. "Damn, kitty. That's just sad." The singer stated as the cat looked above at the force-field, seeing that he had been cancelled on Twitter for simply being here and not killing anybody at all. A kazoo cover of Megalovania was playing, as if to mock the cat.

"Hey, that's all sad and bad, but I kinda sleep-walked and uh...little help?" Sub said in a muffled tone, his upper body submerged within the bipedal body of a wayward Hunter Gamma, yet another creature Basky had thrown in with little thought. The beast didn't seem to like his taste, thus making freeing the guy much easier.

Akrog, for all his troubles, was left alone, but he just huffed. Kael'Thas wasn't really that helpful of an ally. All he'd do was insult and belittle him, with the troll only going along because there was strength in numbers. Ostensibly, that is. "Akrog will remain resolute." He said to himself, ready to state the tribe motto...

Only for his limbs to suddenly move on their own, horrible pain flooding through him and making him roar as his own hands were now gripping his own weapon. "GRRGH! What...what in-" CRUNCH!

With a sickening shove, Akrog had lodged his own face into the bladed part of his weapon, slicing his head open and ending his life. Not-Katara stood behind him, blood-bending under the full moon. His corpse made a loud noise when it fell, the webcomic fake of a character fleeing into the night.

And her teammate, Captain Marvel, was just more upset than ever. Not just because Not-Katara was a load that she knew had gone rogue. Not just because Samantha had gone missing with that same note. But the force-field was quick to note that the Twitter-ites were at it again, making disparaging videos about her just because.

"Freaking...figures..." She muttered, firing a blast at the field and only damaging it superficially.

Veigar and River were left without Raptor Jesus, but the Vaporeon had found some medical supplies hanging by a tree, eagerly grabbing them for her Master. "What am I doing?" The magician sighed to himself as she worked dutifully. "I'm supposed to be the scary overlord and yet...I want to be nothing but kind to my minion...there's...no reason to berate her...but that's not how a villain should act...right?"

"Master?" She turned her head to him, "Are you alright?"

He instantly straightened himself. "Y-yes! Of course! I am perfectly fine! You have been...very loyal to me...but tell me. Who is the one who hurt you so that one time?" He asked, remembering when she got roughed up.

She put a finger to her chin, looking to the health-pills in the bag. "I think his name was...Ken?"

"Ken...a name that shall add to the pile of skulls that make my way to greatness!" He exclaimed before yawning. "Now, where is that reptilian fool right now?"

Knotz, for his part, had found a chache of fireworks, eagerly lighting them up with his fires to see if they would scare off or maybe attract competition. "Gotta say. I could get used to this routine. Eh, mutt?"

"AAAAAAAAAH!" CILF's eyes were burning after, you guessed it, looking upon what they did to the werewolf in Scary Godmother.

"I'll take that as a yes." The dragon shrugged.

Finally, there were two others left high and dry. Jane was now all alone, his team having been utterly decimated. Sure, he didn't really like Jack and especially that Karen, but...he just sighed and hummed the theme to his show. What was a normal human to do?

Setzer was also ready to hit the hay, looking upon his Mind Stone as he waited for Ken to return from whatever had happened to him. All the while, having to swat away at the mosquitos that just wouldn't leave him alone. It was at this point even an observing Basky thought of sweeping the area of those damn things.

And Acererak? He was content to just stay in his bunker, humming an old tune from several centuries ago, tending to shape the bunker to fit the increasingly large eggs. Not just large in brood...but size...and how many times they were kicking inside...

But what happened to everybody else? What could have whisked them away with such haste, but also such consideration with the note? Why, they were all summoned to Olive Garden! Each table holding four members from across teams! Because when you're there, you're family!

The first table housed Samantha, Shock Master, Lilith, and Kael'Thas. The mare was content to feast on a bread-stick, while the Shock Master was devouring everything he could on the menu. Lilith just stuck with a salad as Kael'Thas was buried in his menu, doing his best to tune everybody out.

The other table had Ken, Isabelle, Vlad, and Raptor Jesus sharing. Vlad was looking for the classiest meal, still warily looking at those he was sharing a table with. The dinosaurian was also a messy eater, holy energy emanating from him as he tore apart his meat-dish. Isabelle was scooting away from him while Ken ate the right amount of carbs. Fighters had to be responsible with what they ate!

Soon enough, they would be sent back, with full bellies and even a few supplies involving food. And that little mint-chocolate candy they used to give out at the end.