Villains Battle Royale

[Faker]

Chapter 0: Prologue to Battle

The Royale was set. With the help of CaVEJoHNSO:N, Wheatley was able to rip parts of multiple universes out and mash them together for a colossal battleground. He randomly transported the fighters to the different locations. Some of them would feel right at home, others not so much. It's time to see how everyone is adapting to their new environment, and better yet, how they are faring. (The link is safe, trust me. It's just a soundtrack I feel goes with the mood. Each episode will have one.)

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The first location was more quaint than one would think when faced with a brutal clash of evil. Shelves and wooden tables lined in various rows adorned the inside of this humid building. Hanging from hooks in the ceiling, atop the shelves and tables, and even jutting out of the ground were plants of all different types. Morning glories wrapped around the walls, sunflowers gleamed from their pots, and shrubs gathered low to the ground. The first arena was none other than a plant shop.

The first competitor faded into the room. This... creature was bipedal with blueish-green fur along with a white muzzle and chest. His eyes were red and puffy, possibly from crying but it also seemed natural. His shoes matched his fur, he had large, metallic red bracelets and anklets, and a golden collar with with two long tassels flowing from it.

This was the King of Sorrow. He sighed as he looked over the various plants, "These greens look so solemn. Lined up and abandoned in this place, some forced to accept the fact they are less impressive than others here. It's a depressing thought to think that I relate most to them."

The King walked throughout the shop, examining each and every shop before stopping to pick an Adonis plant and securing it in his right bracelet (Author's Note: This is NOT a reference to the forumer. The Adonis plant is actually associated with sad memories.) "Well, I guess should prepare for the worst. Alright, I guess I should help guide one of the fighters for now." He closed his eyes and focused his powers.

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If the King of Sorrow thought his starting location was depressing, he should be glad he's not in this one. This location is in a dark, cavernous grotto. Stalactites and stalagmites alike littered the caves. Pools of musty, unfiltered water gathered in puddles, and sometimes pools, throughout the area. Even more eerie were the tons of statues that could be found in hundreds of alcoves in the cave. There were statues of many different subjects, although most prominent were long-forgotten Gods, dragons, elders, and demons. Whatever this place was, it used to be a center for a polytheistic religion and war many, many years ago. This place is known as Granite Grotto.

The second competitor faded in. This was an odd creature if one was ever seen. His right leg was that of a lizard, his left was that of a goat. He had a long, slender brown body with a dragon's tail. His left arm was an eagle's talons and his right arm a lion's. He had one bat wing and one wing of a Pegasus. He had a deer's antler and a goat's horn, and the elongated face of a horse.

This was the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony, Discord. He slithered along of the few of the statues as he monologued to himself, "Ahh, what lovely, archaic artifacts of history these things are. You know, I feel right at home with these statues, almost as if I was a statue for, let's say, oh a thousand years. But, I think they need a little something."

Discord snapped his fingers, and in a white flash four of the statues were transformed into statues of Discord in different flexing poses. In delight, Discord's eyes fell into his lion's paw as he shook them around and threw them into the air. "Yahtzee!" he yelled. The eyes stuck to the cave side, and Discord's face and body appropriately faded in beside them.

He removed his goat horn and retrieved a tissue from its inside before reattaching it. He blew his nose into the tissue, "Just being here makes me feel so sentimental." He wiped tears out of his eyes before throwing the tissue aside, which promptly bursted into flames. "Well, now that I've grown accustomed to my situation, I might as well start planning some special activities for the guest," he stated as he clasped his fingers together."

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The next area was rather lackluster compared to the previous two. Winds swept along the yellowed soil and dried grass, picking up bits of dirt here and there as it traveled. Vegetation was few, apart from the yellow straws which were once luscious and lively. Although, that's not to say it was completely devoid of life. Every now and then one would come across very low, green shrubbery. Aside from that, the land was ravaged by the relentless, beating sun. The skies were blue and open, and any bird that did cross it was destined to a fate of starvation and thirst. This was a desolate wasteland.

Once again, a competitor faded in. Oddly enough, this being resembled a statue from the previous area. The being had a long flowing dress and two large, angelic wings. It's arms were long and clawed, which at the moment covered its face. And what a face it was, with two pupil-less eyes and an elongated tongue in a mouth full of fangs. It's messy hair was fitted with a laurel wreath. And of course, the creature was completely grey and made of marble. This immobile monster was a Weeping Angel.

It stood completely still. There was nobody nearby it could hunt, and it had no need to needlessly move, so it bided its time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

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Keeping with the creepy theme, we move onto the next location. Unlike the ones before it, this area was made to be haunting. It was a large, green mansion made of wood with dozens of glass windows, and black, metal door with curvy designs on its exterior. Large, leafless trees adorned the grassy entanglement of a front lawn and a winding, cobblestone path led up to the mansion's front entrance. Before the path two stretches of rock with pointed, black rods and a black gate between them. Finally, torches with blue flames stood at either side of the gate, illuminating the gravestone's in the mansion's front entrance. I could go on about the inside of the mansion, but that's a tale for another time. Welcome to Luigi's Mansion.

Besides, the next competitor had just faded in. This person had a baby blue complexion and wore a large, black toga which was held up by a skull badge. The toga draped over various shadowy tentacles which seemed to serve as legs for this fighter. He had a lighter blue undershirt, a long face and nose, and a mouth of fangs. Last but not least, and the most intriguing part of this person, was his hair. It was actually a large, blue flame much like the one on the torches.

This was the God of Death and Lord of the Underworld, Hades. Immediately after spawning in he made his way to the torches, admiring their amazing look. "Well, isn't this spectacular! I'm told that my starting location would be completely random, and lo and behold, it matches my motif perfectly!"

He grew in size so he could look through the different windows of the mansion. "And this place has everything, doesn't it? Bedrooms, an observatory, a clock-room. It's just magnificent! I must remember to commandeer this place after the Royale. Well, enough gushing, it's time... FOR WAR!" Hades' hair burned red and more intensely.

To Be Continued...

(I was intending for this Prologue to be cut into parts, however, due to the character limit I may have to cut this into four parts. I have two parts done so far, this one, and the one after this one. Both will be posted consecutively. Sorry for the awkward formatting.)

[Faker]

Chapter 0.25: Prologue to Battle

(This is still the song.)

Speaking of Gods, how about a trip to Zeus' domain? This area was a mass of land in the sky, and a majority of it was reserved for the arena. The walls of this arena were made of a sandy stone-like material, and resembled the outer walls of a castle. The large, golden entrance gate had two white pillars on both sides holding up an overhanging pavilion. Two large, bronze statues of Spartan soldiers stood with their swords crossing over the entrance. Through the gates was an olden lobby area, although it's admittedly the least impressive part of the area. On the inside of the arena, there was no roof so the sun and all of its glory shined onto the field. On interior sides of the arena were rows upon rows of solid stone, which served as a seating arrangement for spectators. Finally, a very large square flooring covered a majority of the arena's ground, with each of the square's points accompanied by large obelisks. This was the Olympus Coliseum.

The next competitor faded in. This bizarre man's skin had a greenish hue, and he wore the most particular clothes. It had white, tuxedo-like front with a black bow-tie on its collar, but apart from that it looked nothing like a tux. Stitched into the white section was a large, purple robe with an exaggerated collar. This article of clothing had a red lining on the inside. This man also wore a gold, circular belt buckle. His chin jutted out from his face and his hair was, what appeared to be, a black cowlick, but on the back of his head and grew out backwards. This was none other than The Hacker.

The Hacker looked around before stomping in frustration, "Blast! There isn't even a smidgen of technology in this place! How am I to plot my victory if there's nothing here of use to me!?"

He kicked at the arena floor and immediately recoiled in pain. "Curses! Now I've gone and stubbed my toe! Well, I might as well wait until something interesting comes along. There's not really much I can do now. Well, I guess I can work on this doohickey I brought with me." The Hacker retrieved an odd device from his robe which resembled a portable TV with its screen, two buttons, and antennae.

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Now, this area is a bit awkward to explain... It was indoors with a polished wooden floor. Much like the plant shop, there were rows of shelves evenly displayed. However, plants weren't for sell here. Along the shelves, and in some cases stacked on top of tables or even the floor, were many different brands of magazines. In the back of the building there was a single, larger shelf. Packed into it were... VHS tapes. Anyway, even though many companies had a different stake in these magazines and tapes, they all revolved around the same subject. Just one look at a magazine would reveal it. In the pages of each were pictures of some... well endowed women... in the pink as it were. The metal door to the back room had a large poster on it of a handsome man in a red bath robe holding a cup of coffee. This was Hugh Hefner's Playboy Wonder Emporium.

The next competitor faded in. As with the others I could give you a long exquisite explanation of this competitor, but to be honest, there's not much to explain. It was a baby harp seal, with the adorable white fur and cute black eyes. However these eyes were full of determination and vindictiveness. This was Log, Lord of the Sea and Seals.

Log lugged along the ground, which was actually him sliding across the floors since the polished waxing swiftly guided his belly. He held out a flipper to knock the magazine's off of the lowest shelves as he went. "Whooooo! Man this is a good time! A lot better than fighting the Avatar and an evil British scientist, that's for sure! Anyway, I'd better evaluate my situation. What's in these magazines anyway?"

He held one up to his face before instantly dropping. "Oh my god, I'm in a porn shop!" he exclaimed. He hesitantly picked the magazine back up and flipped to the table of contents.

"Dickinson... Dillon, no... Dina... Aha, Dion!" Log excitedly flipped to page 69, but dropped the book in disgust. "Ugh, Celine Dion? Fuck, that's not what I wanted! And besides, since when the fuck was she a porn star? Nobody tells me these things anymore!" Full of rage, Log was ready to destroy the next motherfucker he saw.

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Once again, we're back to eerie areas. There's not much to say about this one. The majority of the land here consisted of a large, towering ring of cracked stone and sediment. Everywhere but the ring, including the center of the ring, seemed to lead into a deep, dark abyss. A place one definitely wouldn't want to fall into. The wall surrounding the ring was plastered stained glass windows, and stretched forever until it reached the ceiling. The ceiling was indented with a crater and had large stalactites which pointed to a single, black bell-like structure. This was the Terminus of Tears.

Once again, our next competitor faded in. It was a white feline creature, and was both cuddly and terrifying at the same time. It had clean white fur, and two long, flat ears with pink highlights. On both ears were three red dots and both wore a gold ring around it. The creature also had a large, red oval on its back and beady red eyes that seemed to pierce through whatever they were looking at. This was wish-granting, demonic Kyubey. (Author's Note: Kyubey uses telepathy to talk and can only be seen and heard by particular types of people. For the sake of this Royale, I'm retconning this so his telepathy works on anyone.)

Kyubey circled the Terminus a few times before laying and nuzzling against his tail. He thought to himself, "Appropriate they'd put me in a place like this. There's a homely vibe to it. Anyway, I need to start thinking of how to deal with the other fighters. I've many options of course. I could rip there souls straight from their bodies, or align myself with one who will listen to my every whim. Or perhaps coax one into making a wish at the expense of others. Some may see this as an exhausting, physical fight to the death. But as with every other facet of life, it's a game of mental strength and resolve. And sometimes, it's not threatening or harming others that benefits you in the end, it's helping others help you." Kyubey yawns, "But for now, a little catnap will do." He lies down and quickly falls asleep.

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Sometimes, you come across that glorious city that stands mightily above the others. A city that shines with potential and innovation, with a solid infrastructure. This... is not one of those cities. Although, elaboration is required; it used to be one of those cities. Now, it's been run into the ground after years of war and pollution. The once tall, impressive black buildings and towers have toppled to the ground. Very few safe shops, homes, and places of business remained. The city was littered with debris. Even worse was the toxic sludge that ran rampant. Pools, and rivers even, of this hazardous waste flowed and collected throughout the city. This once impressive place is now known as Blüdhaven

The next competitor faded in, and much like Log, I don't have much to explain. It was a single, black tire. In fact, it looked like any other tire, but this tire was special. Let's call him Robert. Robert the Car Tire.

Robert lifted himself off of his side and began rolling along town. He used fallen buildings and debris as ramps to help him navigate Blüdhaven. He may not have flesh, organs, or any other organic parts, but he was sure falling into a toxic pool would spell doom. Instead, he chose to tread carefully. As he wandered around, looking for a safe, stable place to spend, he found himself in the maw of a raccoon. The bugger scampered off with him and brought him to its family. Four raccoon cubs approached Robert and pulled at his rubber with their teeth. Robert must be the closest the poor things have to food.

Robert stopped moving for a second before he began vibrating. His vibrating got stronger and more noticeable until Pop! Sploosh! The raccoon cubs, along with their mother and father, exploded followed by a rain of blood and fur. Robert continued on his way, splashing over a puddle of blood as he went.

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Much like the location before it, this is an area that was once a grandiose utopia. An icon for industrialization and manufacturing everywhere! However, with time, war, and neglect it also fell. Steel girders have fallen and cross each other in rough patterns of everything ranging from checkers to zigzags. Although, there were definitely more buildings that stood strong here than in Blüdhaven. Still, the city was overshadowed by a sky-wide ceiling of fallen metal. If you were to explore this world, you'd still surely find bars and markets, but don't count on a warm reception, or in more modern times, any reception at all... In the midst of this destruction, however, there is one place of hope. There is a large church, filled with overgrown vegetation, that shines in the light of the sun which managed to find its way through a breach in the steel ceiling. This is Midgar.

The next competitor faded in, right in the center of Aegis' Church. He would feel right at home amidst all the decrepit greens. This competitor resembled a large, mutant Venus flytrap. He had a large mouth with a tongue that's more than a match for Gene Simmons'. He also had as many rows of fangs as a shark. Yellow petals crowned his head, and his long stem emerged from an orange flower pot filled with soil. Multiple tendrils grew from the bottom of this pot and sprawled across the floor as makeshift legs. Hundreds of red rose buds dotted the plant's face, and two large arm-like vines grew from the central stem with flower pods at their tips. This was Audrey II.

He admired the moss and overgrowth when one of the pods chirped up, "Hey, Audrey! Doesn't this scenery just make you want to-" The other pod interrupted, "Sing?" The first pod responded, "I was thinking more like rap. How about it Audrey?" Audrey nodded at the suggestion.

Audrey II:
All the vegetation fills my sensation, with utter delight,
throughout the day or night, calm or fright!
So I have to sit and think, what do I make of this?
I'll just wait until a fighter finds me and I'll smack a bitch!
Because I'm all green and mean, fertile to boot.
Sit in this chapel and knock my competition to Timbuktu.
Now, I'll redecorate, I think I'mma take me this pillar.
If goodness was a woman than I've gone and killed her...

Audrey II broke apart a column supporting the ceiling and bit a chunk off of it, turning it into a truck-sized dagger.

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Once again, think of a decrepit, fallen location that used to be grand. Unfortunately, weathered by time and tempered by ignorance, it crumbled to the floor. Well, this area used to be like that. However, recently it was renovated by a group of six colorful characters. It's a large castle filled with tricks and booby traps in every nick and cranny. One hall was filled with statues of ponies in armor. Another area was actually a library with books on every topic imaginable. At the very bottom of the castle was a poorly lit room with a large organ (the instrument.) The last place of the note was the foyer, with twin stairs leading up to two separate doors. Hanging high up on the wall were the top portions of what used to be two royal tapestries depicting the day and night. This is the Castle of the Two Sisters.

Our next competitor faded in. For once, we had a normal human. He had black hair which consisted of a pompadour and a small black patch of hair on his chin. He wore a black leather coat over a brown vest-like piece which was over a yellow undershirt. He had denim jeans and a brown, thin leather belt. He also had different machines over his clothing with glowing lights on them. This man had access to some serious technology, that's for sure. His name? Handsome Jack.

Uninterested in what the foyer had to offer, Jack walked the castle's halls. "Why is everything here... horse-themed? Is there a horse god or something I don't know about? Honestly, this dump is a waste of time." Jack dragged his hand across the wall as he spoke. Sure, this place looked nice, but it only seemed to have been recently fixed up. It could be unstable, so Jack needed to have something to hang onto in case the floor gave. "If I could just at least find a weapon, then we'd be in busin-" his hand pushed a part of the wall in. A large part of the wall began to flip over, with Jack in its pull. Instantly he was in a completely different room, which seemed to be a library.

Handsome Jack picked up an old, dusty book from a table and read it aloud, "Journal of the Two Sisters; Amended by Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie. Those are some pretty... interesting names. Then again, I call myself Handsome Jack, so who am I to judge?"

Jack skimmed through the pages, and lo and behold, it was just what he needed to understand this place. "This castle is full of traps, huh? I guess I ought to make the best of this place." Handsome Jack smiled deviously as evil thoughts flooded his mind.

To Be Continued...

(Author's Note: Again, I'm SO sorry about the odd formatting! It's just the Character Limit messed with things, so I had to rearrange the story to fit into two parts properly, and I cut and paste incorrectly so the story was discombobulated, and then I accidentally deleted a chunk of it so I had to rewrite it.

So, I'd really appreciate feedback. I really worked hard on these two parts. In fact, I haven't worked this hard since my Countries of ERBoH story from years back. Anyway, enough of my problems, you came here to read and have a good time, so I hope you enjoyed! :D)

[Lohuydahutt]

Me using exclamation points?
Me showing any emotion whatsoever?
UNREALISTIC xP

but yeah, good so far other than that GLARING MISTAKE xP

[Klonoa]

The hype is real. This is amazing, and I don't mind the odd formatting personally, at all.

[Turtlesauce]

This is awesome!

Also the irony, Handsome Jack (who has a diamond pony named Buttstalion) is placed in Pony land

[rangernumberx]

Wow. This just looks...wow. I can say with all certainty that this is going to be incredibly awesome, and that's just half of the prologue. Well done.

[Kubby]

So, Robert the Car Tire "chose to tread carefully"?

I hope ranger saw that.

[Rocket]

Wow this looks sick well done

[Faker]

Chapter 0.50: Prologue to Battle

(Once again, Here.)

Technology's important. And it just so happens that the next area is the epitome of technological advances. On the outside, one would see a tower that imposed height upon all the other measly buildings. Its roof practically touched clouds. The tower almost seemed like it leaned back and was covered with rows of glass windows. The top twisted back into an unusual shape and just below the full height of this building was a large platform that served as a helicopter pad. In a luminescent structure, the word "STARK" was spelled on the front of the building. But make no mistake, winter was not coming, for this was a Stark of an entirely different caliber. This is Tony Stark's Stark Tower, which also doubled as the Avengers HQ.

Inside a large, carpeted room with various bars, a dance floor, and other late night partying festivities, the next competitor faded in. Once again, it was a human. He was tall and musclebound, but at the current moment his mighty body was hidden under professional looking attire. He had a buzz cut and a noticeable stubble. This dashing man was none other than WWE superstar Randy Orton.

"Well, if you're gonna drop me off in a bar I might as well make some use of it," mused Orton as he walked to the bar and poured himself a cold glass of scotch. He walked over to a pristine couch, drink in hand, and sat. As if he knew people were watching him, he spoke, "Yeah, I know. I'm not all, 'ERRGH! I'LL DESTROY YOU AND FUCK YOUR MOTHER!' right now, but what'd you expect? I'm a normal man just like anyone else. I'm not some insane, raging lunatic. At least, not until I finish this baby here." He chugged the drink before letting out a content sigh.

An hour has passed, and Orton had helped himself to several drinks and passed out on the couch. Naturally, he woke up with a massive hangover. "Jesus, I feel awful. This place better come with some good medicine or some miracle cure." Clutching his head, Orton went down a flight of stairs, and kept going down until he reached a darker room. He leaned against the wall to keep his balance, and accidentally pushed a switch lighting the room. His eyes widened as he looked at the farthest wall in awe. "Holy shit..." was all he was able to let out.

In front of him, was a dozen different variations of the Iron Man suit.

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This location is as impressive as the last, but for different reasons. It was a grand, enclosed area. Booth seats, suites, rows of seats, and the like all lined the outer wall of this enormous round room. And the room was just as high as it was wide, with steel girders, catwalks, and studio-grade lights crossing from one end the ceiling to the other. There were six major exits leading out to an outer ring of concessions, souvenir shops, restrooms, etc., but the main attraction was this room. In the back of the room was a gigantic monitor, with two smaller but still large monitors on either side. In the very center of the room was a large wrestling ring, and many meters above that a fluorescent sign that read "WRESTLEMANIA XXVII." This was Wrestlemania.

The competitor faded in. He certainly had the build to be a wrestler here, but his brutish nature wasn't just for show; it was real. This monster was also tall and had a humanoid figure, but he was completely covered in a red, hardened fluid. His two eyes were demonic, white, and blank and covered much of forehead and even extended to part of the top of his head. A permanent malicious grin was plastered on his face and filled with rows of sharp teeth. The creature slowly stood, and suddenly roared. Hundreds of red tendrils emerged from all over his body and flailed wildly. This was Carnage.

Carnage jumped and clinged to the rafters, surveying the stadium. He yelled aloud, "Hear me! Anyone who challenges me will have their limbs ripped off, their skin filleted, and eyes plucked from their sockets. This is a Villain Royale after all, I know there are other killers here who need to be embraced in the cold arms of death." Carnage laughed to himself as he swinged from catwalk to catwalk in a twisted gleeful state.

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The next area hardly needs an explanation, but I will give it nonetheless. Pools of lava were abundant here, with spires of fire arching from one bubbling mass of death to the next. Bridges of unsteady molten rock crossed over the hazards here. Large spikes of red stone grew from the ceiling and walls, and fires even burned on dry land. If it weren't for the light given off by the magma, the place would be entirely cast in darkness. Welcome to Hell.

The next competitor faded in and flew over the lava. He was obviously a robot of some design. His head shined blue with three large "quills." His muzzle was silver and devoid of a mouth. His thin arms consisted of a metal rod inserted into a scrap of blue metal with hands ending in cold, metallic claws. His legs were a similar design, but ended in red, steel shoes. His middle was what looked like a repurposed engine with a large hole in its center. His eyes, which were obviously part of a monitor, were red with black pupils and a black sclera. This was Metal Sonic.

Metal Sonic awoke from what seemed to be a form of stasis. He whirred his fingers around, and looked his body over before speaking calmly, "Settings are optimal. The heat in this area is particularly strong, but what good would I be if I succumbed to a little fire." He said this as a spray of flamed dowsed his body, but he remained unmoved and unflinching. "The time has come to show what I'm capable of. The most powerful forces have gathered here, and by destroying every one of them I'm sure my copy will see just how capable I am. And then, once I return to my world, I'll destroy him." Metal Sonic was still as he let his CPU fully update.

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We're back to a city location, but unlike Blüdhaven or Midgar, this city was at its best. Various towers dotted the vast landscape, and highways stretched across the city in every which way. At the nighttime, it was absolutely vibrant under the glow of streetlights and with the hustle and bustle of its citizens. The location was modeled after several places in the world, with a building resembled the Empire State Building, a structure resembling the Eiffel Tower, and even what looked like the Princess Tower. Although, one could easily tell the city wasn't in any of the locations that these structures originate from. Although there were English translations on signs and whatnot for tourists, the most prominent language in this city was Japanese. This is Mitakihara Town.

The next competitor faded in on top of the Empire State Building lookalike. This creature was also unique looking. Its head was wide with two pointed ears with red chambers. Its mouth was full of fangs (Anyone noticing a trend?),and its eyes were completely yellow with an oval that seemed to function as a pupil of sorts. Its chest had two spikes coming out from both sides and pointed down, and it had a thin, red waist that went into a round, blueish-purple bottom. Most of this creature's chitin-like skin was also this color. It had two thin, red arms that ended in large claws, two short legs with two pointed toes, a long segmented tail that ended with two toxic barbs, and a large, black membrane-covered pair of wings.

This creature gently glided down to the cities streets and then... transformed? The transformation was way less impressive and intimidating. It was a small, purple chubby reptilian-like creature. It had clawed hands, but its toe-claws haven't grown in yet, a short nose and mouth full of two baby fangs, and two tufts of bright green fur on the sides of its head that seemed to function as ears. It had green spines that went down from the top of its head to the base of its spade-like tail. It had a lime green striated belly and muzzle, and two large eyes with a shiny green iris and black slit pupil. This creature was not an it, but a he. He was known as Glike. Originally, he was known as Spike the Dragon (which he'll sometimes insist on being called), but in a bizarre magic accident thanks to his maternal figure Twilight Sparkle, his DNA was mixed with that of a Gliscor's, a species of Pokemon. He can now transform into either form at will, and goes by the name Glike. (Author's Note/Fun Fact: Those of you who have been here a while already know this, but for the newer people, one of my nicknames here is Glike, which was actually intended to be a mix of the names Gliscor and Spike.)

Well, we would get to see his reaction to being transported here, but it took enough time just mentioning who he was, so, we'll have to leave him be for now.

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The next area was once a lousy, dangerous amusement park, but now, it's complete. Finally, it's a not-so lousy amusement park that's only slightly less dangerous. It had the whole shebang: Merry-go-rounds, roller coasters, Ferris wheels, cotton candy and popcorn, mechanical bulls, rodeo shows, etc., etc. It was based entirely in the middle of a desert for whatever reason, so sand was aplenty. Without further ado, welcome to The Money Pit.

The competitor faded in by the merry-go-round. This competitor seemed bionic at first glance, but he was actually wearing a highly adept suit. It had black, plated armor, a chest plate, leather padding; straps, holsters, pockets, and anything else to carry and conceal weapons; and heavy, metal boots. The two most noticeable weapons on his person were a ballistic staff and a Promethium sword. His face was concealed by a mask that was divided in half. Its right half was completely covered in black, and its left half covered in a lighter brown. Its eyes were marked by two deep indents, and multiple vertical slits were in the mouth area to provide ventilation for the person inside. Who is this person you ask? Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke.

Deathstroke cracked his knuckles as he turned his head left to right, surveying the area. "Well, if I know one thing it's this park should be condemned." He looked behind and noticed a comical-looking rhino on the merry-go-round. He quickly unsheathed his sword and cut it in half. "That's enough kid stuff," he stated calmly, "If I'm here I might as well look for anything that would make a good weapon." The assassin walked toward a fun house. Surely broken mirrors would make a decent makeshift blade in case he needed one.

To Be Continued...

[Faker]

Chapter 0.75: Prologue to Battle

You know the drill.
The next area was a rather tranquil one. It was a large woods area with towering trees. Light filtered through the dancing leaves to shine speckled patterns on the grassy ground. Light grey rocks also dotted the landscape, along with pure rivers, and a couple of ponds. There were a few fallen logs, but that was the touch of nature and nothing man-made. It was truly a natural environment. Alcoves and naturally weathered tree trunks led to different sectors of the woods. However, an unknown mystical property was at foot. One couldn't just go through any passage willy-nilly. They would have to go through a specific path, or they'd end up right back where they started. Finally, a mysterious but calming melody played throughout the forest. Its origin was unknown, but it seemed to be more helpful than hurtful. These are the Lost Woods.

The competitor faded in, and once he got his bearings together, sat on a tree stump. He also seemed human. His long hair was silver and fluttered in the breeze. He wore a long, black jacket with multiple buckles and straps. He had similarly long boots, and, sturdy shoulder armor. Finally, he held a ten-foot long blade in his hand. This was Sephiroth, and of all competitors, he was the one you least wanted to piss off.

Sephiroth let the music put him into a calm mood so he could plan out his steps from there. "I'm expecting some decent competition here. I can barely keep myself from hunting them down and killing them one by one right now. But, patience, I need patience. If I don't find them, they'll find me, and that's the last thing they want."

Sephiroth let the song lull him into a light sleep.

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Unfortunately, we're back to yet another generic area. A large road that winded around the side of a mountain. Normally one would see a minivan or RV pass every now and again, but as most life was transported away beforehand to avoid civilian casualties, the mountainside was quiet.

The next competitor faded in, and yes, he's a human. Although some might state otherwise. He seemed like an average guy. He wore denim jeans, penny loafers, a light blue turtleneck, and a tan suit jacket. His hair was a pale blonde, and he lacked emotion in his face. Meet Johan Liebert.

Without anything of interest in the vicinity, Johan calmly walked across the road toward the foot of the mountain. There wasn't any point in staying in one place, but he also wasn't in a rush. He knew the Royale hadn't truly started yet, so he took the time to muse to himself, "Give a child a knife and he found a new toy, give a grown man a knife and he found a vital tool to bring retribution to those who damned him. Everyone, no matter how pure or heroic they think they are possesses the mentality, the desire, to kill another. It's just all about how you exploit that innate state of mind. He noticed a mother bird and baby bird in a nest resting on a piece of rock jutting out of the cliff side. Smiling very slightly, he bent down to the ground and picked up a worm, flinging it at the baby bird. The mom's first reaction was to feed the baby, but the baby who thought its mother was attempting to take its food started pecking at the mother's unexpecting eyes, eventually gouging them out.

As Johan walked he continued, "In the end, we're all animals, monsters lying in wait. The sooner a man admits this to himself, the sooner he can act toward his true purpose in life."

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The next area wasn't a building, or a city, or a stadium; it was a whole entire ship. Aerodynamic ship, that is. The ship was large, long and red. It had two large rings with a golden trim and the nose of the ship was pointed in the front, and almost resembled the beak of an albatross. Numerous guns and cannons lined the side of this ship, as well as multiple hatches and trapdoors on its bottom. Painted numerous times on the ship was an emblem. A white circle with two smaller circles for eyes, large teeth, and what looked like a huge, spiky mustache. The cockpit of the ship was at the top of a towering structure with multiple levels. The ship soared through the sky, with no true destination in mind. This is one of the many ships from Dr. Eggman's Egg Fleet.

The competitor that faded in inside a training room in the ship's base was a monstrous one. It was a large, greenish-black, blobby mass with what vaguely appeared to be legs and arms. It had a single, large eye and a mouth. Its mouth typically wasn't noticeable, but when it opened up you can see teeth. This was the Tar Monster. As the Tar Monster did not have any true intelligence or consciousness, it's instant instinct was to start smashing up the room. He ripped hunks of metal from the floor and ate them, and tossed computers and other expensive equipment across the room. He wasn't going to be concocting any brilliant plans, that's for sure.

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This next location is a desert, but unlike the previous deserts it was far more eventful. Ancient ruins were prominent in many parts of this desert, and there were even some pyramids. There were towers that stretched as far as the eye can see with bridges and pathways carved out of what used to be canyons. In order to help better traverse this desert, there were even zip lines connecting some of these towers and ruins. The sand equivalent of waterfalls were also very prominent, but as a result much of the sand was very shifty and unstable in nature. Quicksand pits were abundant in this desert. This is Sandopolis Zone.

The next competitor that faded in was a very unique human. His body was built and he had abstract designs tattooed on his right arm. He wore shorts and a jersey. The jersey navy blue jersey was covered with sponsors names and the like, but some logos also showcased the shirt's history. Such as the word "Steggles" spelled out on the center, or the Sydney Roosters logo. This man also had short straight cut black hair. Upon his lip was a black toothbrush mustache. This was Sonny Bill Hitler.

After the failure of the Nazi genetic experiments, Hitler made sure that when he died his own DNA would be preserved and combined with the DNA of a hearty test subject in the future. Cut to Sonny Bill Williams, professional rugby player and temporary boxer. One of the men associated with the Nazis from way back when contacted Sonny Bill, but didn't tell him for what purpose. They collected his DNA and merged it with Hitler, using an American woman as a surrogate mother. Thus, Sonny Bill Hitler was born. He has the intellect and evilness of Hitler, but the sturdy body of Sonny Bill Williams.

He looked at the vast desert expanse and thought to himself, "You know? I should build a statue of myself here."

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After a long introduction, we arrive at the final location. There's not much to say here. It was an expanse of tar deep in a forgotten valley. There were few safe, stable patches of land. These are the Tar Mines.

The final competitor luckily faded in on a chunk of land. Again, there's not much to say about this competitor. It was a red 1958 Plymouth Fury. This haunted gem was Christine.

Upon viewing her starting location, she revved her engine in frustration.

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Every competitor looked toward the sky when a British accent rang about. It spoke, "Well, hello then. So, um, congratulations, you all made it. This is the part where you kill each other. Uh, go get 'em and all that, you know? Believe it or not, all of your starting locations are interconnected. In some cases, you'll have to find a Warp Pad to reach other areas, otherwise you'd be travelling for years, centuries even. Uh, perfectly safe. The last few subjected who tried them out only came back missing a couple fingers and part of their brain. In each leg of this Battle Royale, there will be a unique event that will affect all of you, or at the very least a majority. So, let's get this bloody thing started shall we?"

With that, Wheatley signed off, in anticipation of what would most undoubtedly be the largest clash of villains to ever happen.

Next Time: And So It Begins...