Here it is, the true epicness that Cojo and I have planned! Way back when the Master Flan had been destroyed, then set off the many adventures with the new powers and such.
And then one who did it, had never been confirmed dead and gone.
Now, there is some references to the earlier story Cojo and I wrote.
DR & ES: FamilyYou might want to read that if you haven't yet! Now...
The Adventures of Super Kimi and Wonder SamaReturn of the KingChapter 1: A Dark RenewalDark.
That was the only word that could describe the twisted scene, the rotten face, the bland looking golden ring.
Dark.
It was so, horribly, terribly dark, any Soul would tremble before it, fall into madness, into insanity, into the Dark.
Dark.
The golden ring appeared to glow slightly, but it didn’t do anything to illuminate the most hideous of Darkness, worn on a creature who was so far gone, not even the Original Light could find him.
Dark.
The Ring spun in mid air, the creature holding his hand up, and the Ring, a twisted instrument of the Dark, seemed to split, revealing it was two really two Rings in one.
Dark
The outer Ring glowed as well with a faint red script, merely prophesizing the one who would find in the Realm of Darkness, not it’s wielder, not what it was destined for.
Dark.
The inner Ring began to glow as well, the same script appearing, though it seemed to be merely gibberish, even to one who could read this ancient and terrible language.
Dark.
Spinning faster, words seemed to appear now, the two glowing Rings appearing to intermingle, the red script taking on a new form.
Dark.
The rotten face seemed to smile, if anyone could bear to see such a thing in the terribleness of it all without going mad.
Dark.
Darkness oozed from the red script, sliding up the figure’s arm, and around his face, restoring the mask he once wore before it had been destroyed, a mask made from Darkness, no emotion, nothing…
Dark.
Spinning even faster now, the Darkness now oozed forward, beginning to take a shape in front of the figure, somehow it was darker then even this maddening abyss.
Dark.
Trembling, the new figure rose slightly, and slowly, ever so slowly, the Ring began to stop spinning, and Light began to return, timid, as though it might be devoured.
Dark…
The new figure began to become more corporeal, the Ring now nearly stopped in it’s rotation, the script fading, the Light becoming stronger.
Twilight…
Gasping with renewed Life, the new figure trembled forward, color returning to his body and clothing, the red and yellow clashing with the Darkness from earlier.
Morning…
“You live again,” the first, grotesque figure said calmly, “With this Ring, I have brought you back, my Samurai.”
“Thank you Master,” the red and yellow figure said, sincerely, or at least as sincerely as creatures of their nature can give. “How may I serve you?”
“Our Master has lost. He was unable to recreate the World in his image. Now, we shall throw away our shackles, and make this place in our own image. Any who stand in our way will be crushed,” the first figure answered, “We shall start by taking back what is rightfully ours. Now, my fellow French Fry Samurai, on your feet! Up, Ronald, and this World shall be ours.”
“Yes, my King,” Ronald grinned, rotten yellow teeth seen easily in the early morning it now was.
The King chuckled, though his masked face never changed, and he and Ronald McDonald headed off…
The Ring spun gladly on The King’s finger…It was with a powerful Master, and it would be near the one who found it and brought it back…
L.A.S.O.O.F. Headquarters loomed in the distance of Foodstuffs Forest…
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“Kimi…I don’t like this…” Sama muttered, clinging to the couch in the K Tower’s living room, a pigeon perched on his head.
“Aw, come on Sama! We only need a floor and one wall for the TV! Now make me a sandwich!” Kimi grinned, eyes glued to the large TV in front of her, showing a Naruto Marathon on.
“But Kimi!” Sama protested, “There’s no kitchen, and you didn’t want to bring up any of the supplies for snacks!”
“I’m the hero! I’m not suppose to do that stuff,” Kimi huffed, “It’s your job, you’re the sidekick!”
“But we’re several stories up, and only some of the support beams are in place!” Sama argued back, the pigeon in his head pulling at a few strands of hair.
“Awww, you can’t expect little Kimi here to do something for someone else, can you?” a voice from above taunted, the two looking up and seeing a smirking Blackfire land behind them, “And honey, you have a pigeon in your hair.”
“Yah I know,” Sama sighed, “His name’s Bob and I can’t seem to get him to leave.”
There was a collective paused from both Blackfire and Kimi, then, they spoke in unison, “You named the pigeon?”
“Hmm? What, no! Hammah told me his name,” Sama explained, “He’s been in my hair for a bit now. Chases people off for some reason at random times.”
Another collective pause, and Kimi just sighed, returning to the Naruto Marathon.
Blackfire merely sighed and shook her head, “Anyways sweetie, how’s about you coming with me? Nothing’s happening, and you can’t make any snacks for little Kimi here.”
Kimi muttered something under her breath about fists and hitting some faces, which was missed by Sama.
“Uhhh…well…” Sama muttered. He was the sidekick after all…
“Just go Sama,” Kimi sighed, “But bring me back a sandwich.”
Grinning, Sama was lifted up by Blackfire, who flew down towards Teh City with the Flan-I in tow, Super Kimi sighing and staring at the TV.
She hoped those construction workers would finish rebuilding the K Tower soon.
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In the Middle of the Foodstuffs Forest stood the fortress that was L.A.S.O.O.F. HQ. It wasn't much of a secret as to it's location, but the LASOOFERS and the two Sith leaders within were rarely bothered. This however would soon change.
In the middle of the fortress was the throne room where LASOOF's leader sat upon his throne. Standing in front of him stood his former apprentice who was busy recounting the prior day’s events.
"I'm serious, this ring was like nothing I have ever seen before." he was saying. "I think there was something important regarding it. WE should be searching for it!" The figure on the throne said nothing, but seemed to be busy thinking something over. After a long and uncomfortable silence, the ninja Sith continued.
"It spoke of a prophecy. And since you got screwed on the last one, maybe this one could help us out." Again the Sith on the throne said nothing, but his helmeted head bobbed backwards, in an even deeper thought. The silence was unnerving.
"Look, CHoW," Rowen started to say, looking down at his feet. "I don't want you to be mad at me. I said I was sorry! Next time I go to a realm of darkness to fight an evil version of one of my sisters, I'll bring you back a present!" CHoW said nothing, only leaning forward once more. "CHoW don't be mad man... Your like my only real friend. C'mon man, can't you," at this point CHoW fell off of his throne.
Annoyed, Rowen scowled. "You fell asleep again didn't you?"
"No." replied the Vader-like Sith, who continued to lie on the ground.
"How he manages to talk back while he's asleep, I'll never know," Rowen muttered as he walked over to the Sith and kicked him awake.
Slowly, CHoW got up and sat back down on his throne, shaking his helmeted head, "What? Did I miss something?"
"Oh just a recount of my future hopes and dreams," The sarcastic Sith replied.
"Ah so nothing important then," CHoW countered. Rowen glared daggers at him, but CHoW seemed to be impervious. However with a wave of his hand, CHoW silenced any threat that could come from Rowen, "Wait, what’s that smell?"
Rowen blinked several times appearing confused. "We live in a forest filled with various kinds of food. We also bunker starving obsessing food mascots with different foods themselves. We live on an island powered by Flan...I hate flan... but anyways what do you mean what’s that smell?"
With a wave of his gloved hand, the Cookie Crisp Dog floated into the room, with his hands behind his back. "Where did you get that?" CHoW asked him.
Appearing confused the dog replied, "The neeeeeewww guy gave it to me."
Now Rowen perked up, and he took the object from behind the Dog's back, "It can't be.." he said slowly. Studying the object he looked at CHoW in horror, It's a Double Quarter Pounder....with Cheese!"
"I knew I smelled cooked squirrel!" CHoW said. Before anything else could be done, a shadow appeared in the doorway.
"Hello CHoW, Rowen." the masked man said, a grin on his face like always. "I've come back to retake my throne, it's time I rule this pathetic world."
"Can it Plastic Face!" Rowen shouted in anger, drawing his double-sided saber. But before he could take a step forward, the King waved his hand and Rowen flew backwards, hitting the wall and slumping over. CHoW's eyes widened, and he shot lightning at the King. The King held out his fist, and the spinning ring on his finger absorbed the lightning. CHoW looked stunned, and he ran over to his former apprentice.
"Rowen, get up! Execute emergency plan #35." he commanded.
"Plan 34 would be better..." he started to say, but CHoW cut him off, as the king walked forward, a sinister grin on his plastic face.
"JUST DO IT!" CHoW shouted! And with a slight hesitation, blue light surrounded the two, and they were Chaos Controlled out of the room. The King said nothing, as his samurai walked into the room.
"They are exactly three floors below us my king," Ronald said. "Thats odd, I would think they would try to get as far away as possible. Why go only three floors away?"
"Because my samurai," the King said, "They're guarding something." Ronald grinned, showing off his rotten teeth, and the two walked out of the room, finding the stairs, and beginning their descent.
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The two Sith appeared in the holding cells of LASOOF. CHoW had been unwilling to part with a certain prisoner. "Oh look!" the prisoner called cheerfully, "My dark side has returned!"
"Shutup Rush," CHoW commanded.
"They're coming." Rowen said silently, he could feel their presence. "We should get out of here while we can, that guy he had the ring I was telling you about."
"It won't matter," the other Sith replied. "They'll follow us, this is where we make our stand." No sooner had he said this, then the door burst open, a French Fry Sword bursting through. With a nod, both Sith simultaneously drew their weapons. The King walked into the room, and behind him Ronald.
"Hey, you’re that punk who killed me!" Ronald yelled to Rowen.
"And I'll do it again!" Rowen shouted back. The confrontation never happened though, for the King held up his hand.
"Leave this to me," he said. Ronald looking discouraged, but he backed away. Filled with Rage and adrenaline, Rowen shot forward with his saber. The two exchanged blow after blow, neither making a hit on the other. The King swung his sword, and Rowen disappeared, going for his new trick.
Somehow the King saw this coming, and he sidestepped, Rowen missing him from behind. "What?" Rowen had time to say, before being kicked in the back, and slamming into the wall.
"It's over CHoW," the King said stepping forward. Rowen picked himself up off the floor.
"No not yet," CHoW replied, once again shooting lightning at the King. It was absorbed once more, but CHoW continued his attack. This gave Rowen time to charge up a Chidori, and run forward. The King distracted, never saw it coming.
"CHIDORI!" the Sith shoutred, plunging his hand into the mask of the King. It seemed all was over, but not for the King. The Ninja Sith fell over, clutching his hand, for it was burning like never before.
"Fool." the King said, with not a scratch on him. With a wave of his hand, the Sith was trapped in what appeared to be bubble made entirely of Flan. It was a new Flan Power, it made a container of pure Flan surrounding an opponent, one which he couldn't escape not even with Chaos Control. CHoW instinctively backed up.
"Your such a nuisance," the King said, stepping forward. I'll destroy this prize of yours."
"Uh, hello," Rush finally perked up, "That would be me, this guy's good self." CHoW once more howled for him to shutup. The King paused, and then started to laugh. "Very well," he said. His hand began to glow white, and he stepped forward. The Sith's eyes widened but it was too late. A flash filled the room, and the only sound was Rowen shouting, "CHOW!!"
When the light cleared, Darth CHoW was no more. On the ground was a discarded helmet, and laying on the floor out cold was Rush. His face and skin regular color and not all red. The two had finally been re-united. "And I didn't forget you," the King said returning his attention to Rowen. "Darth Rowen, Lord of the Sith," he mocked. "Or shall I call you, Cojo?"
Rowen's eyes widened even more, and he desperately tried to escape his container. White Light filled the room once more...
"It is done," The King said, looking at the two unconscious men in the room. "Ronald, bring the Flan-I back their lost members." With a nod the twisted clown scooped up the two, and began a trip to Teh Flan-I Temple...
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“Did you just feel something Tazzy?” Crystal Rose, the Pink Flan-I wondered abruptly, she and Tazzy in the main meeting room for the Flan-I, having nothing much to do but either practice or goof off, and considering the last adventure, goofing off looked like a lot of fun.
“Oh, HA probably just invented some new type of flame-thrower,” Tazzy answered dismissively, “I heard him muttering about rainbow powered destruction cannons or something, and killing two birds with one stone a few days ago.”
Crystal Rose frowned and shook her head, “No, something else…I’m not sure what exactly, but something is definitely up…”
Tazzy sighed and shrugged, glancing back to her book, “Well I’m sure we can handle whatever it is.”
“I hope you’re right…”
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“Come on, come on…” The Spoon muttered, shaking his fists, sweat pouring down his face, eyes glued to the table in front of him, as if willing it to become good for him.
“Remember, no cheating.”
“Yah, yah,” Spoony answered, then released his fists, and the dice spilled across the board.
“One…two…three…four…Darn it!” Spoony shouted, shaking his fist into the sky, as his piece was brought down a slide, something that had been happening quite a lot in this high stakes game, the loser having to buy lunch.
“My turn,” Phazon sighed, wondering why Spoony had chosen this idiotic game. They hadn’t played this since they were younglings training under Master Pepper.
Moving up a ladder, the game continued, The Spoon progressively losing ground as Phazon continued upwards, nearing the end.
“Looks like you’re going to buy me lunch,” Phazon grinned, despite the fact he had not liked this idea to decide who would buy lunch. Not that he was complaining that he was winning.
“At least I won’t have to pay for your student, Rikku, and Ema as well…” Spoony sighed, scratching his head in puzzlement as he continued downwards yet again. “Where are they anyways?”
“Somewhere in the building,” Phazon answered.
There was a pause as the two looked back up towards each other.
“Crud…I’m not worried about TS, but Rikku might have stolen something, and Ema…Well, she’d be herself,” Phazon said, getting up from the board.
Spoony nodded and got up as well, then ran out of Spoony’s office, Spoony only stopping to tell Jeremy to scan for the three they were looking for, Lum to make sure they stay in the office if they come, and for Ataru to do something besides laze around. Winry wasn’t in today, it being her day to build things.
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“I’m not so sure about this…” Sama muttered, looking at the movie poster, which read ‘Violence The Movie VI. More violence, no plot, and the only dialogue is screaming.’
Needless to say, looking at the poster itself was only allowed by people seventeen and up.
“Chicken?” Blackfire smirked, looking over at the Flan-I.
“What?! No!” Sama shouted in his defense, “I just don’t think it would be a very good movie. Mindless violence is-“
“Extremely well made, certainly a cinematic classic for the ages.”
“I expect it to receive several Oscars this year.”
“Brain…Not…hurt…Function…Pie…Destroy…Bah…Bah…bah…”
Sama spun around, seeing three figures behind them. The first two were the partially masked face of HA, smirking as he looked at the poster for ‘Violence The Movie VI’ and the other was the tall form of Avenger, also having that same expression. Behind them was Sama’s clone, Hammah, who seemed twitchy and went off on random tangents of either violence, or just randomness, and sometimes reverted to speaking Llama now and then.
“I’m guessing you three saw the movie?” Blackfire wondered, as Hammah began muttering something about popcorn monsters.
“Five times,” HA grinned, rubbing his knuckles against his shirt then examining them with a smile, “Can’t wait for number VII.”
“I hear IX is the one to really wait for though,” Avenger added.
“Gummy bears…Bah…Kill them all…”
Sama sweat dropped, seeing his clone mumbling his insane rant, then steadfastly decided to see another movie.
“Blackfire, let’s see a different movie…” Sama muttered, “Something that won’t make me not think so well.”
“If you insist…” Blackfire sighed, shaking her head.
“Well I’m heading back off to the Temple. Got my rainbow powered flame-thrower to perfect,” HA chuckled evilly, then headed off.
“And I better bring Hammah to Pibb. He should be able to fix him,” Avenger said as well, waving goodbye to the Flan-I and the alien, steering Hammah along through the crowd.
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Everyone, it seems, in Teh City had been taking it slow, resting and relaxing after the harrowing experience with The Spooky Door. No one thought an old threat would soon descend upon Teh City once more, as Ronald McDonald, and his luggage of Rush and Cojo headed into the city.
He would be there soon, and then, the real fun would begin...
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