Sunday, December 24th 2028
5:22pm
Smash City Hall
"So... you're telling me I'm from a different reality altogether?" Dean asked Shulk.
"Yep," Shulk answered confidently, "No denying it; Earth-420 DNA."
420. Dean almost began to smirk. But this was a serious matter. Dean had just killed Ridley. There was no way he was supposed to laugh. Then a serious, yet energetic, voice reached him.
"Lemme guess, he found the "420" part funny?"
It was a man no older than 37 years old. Dean couldn't see his face, mainly because he was wearing a mask. All he could see was from the top of the neck to a little higher than the mouth. He looked a bit like a professional racer, if professional racers had yellow scarves and falcons on their masks/helmets. Then he introduced himself. "I'm Captain Falcon," he said.
Shulk sighed. "Captain Falcon, this is Dean," he said, motioning towards me, "If you've heard about a guy with a purple arm, this is him."
I looked at Shulk, confused. "I didn't consent to this," I joked. Shulk nearly burst into laughter.
Captain Falcon chuckled. "He likes jokes," he correctly assumed, "I don't have a problem with that, but since this is serious fucking business, Dean, you may want to keep your fucking mouth shut."
Dean nearly burst into laughter both times Captain Falcon said "fuck". Well, you'd never really hear the guy saying other than "Falcon Punch", "Falcon Kick" or stuff like that unless you really knew him well. "Seems like some of his memories are coming back," Shulk remarked.
Dean stared at him. "You're fucking joking, right?" he asked. Shulk shook his head. And then Captain Falcon stood right in front of him. Dean didn't even see him. Well, mainly because he never paid attention to shit, but anyway.
"Only some of them?" the Captain said, concerned, "Must be a pretty severe case, huh?"
Dean blinked. Severe case? How severe? Was he dead at first? No, that would be fucking stupid. "I'm sorry, severe?" he asked.
"Lost every single memory except of your name and age," a gruff voice from behind said, "By the way, Falcon, he could be helpful in getting rid of Tabuu."
Again with Tabuu, Dean thought. Fucking hell.
"Vegeta," Shulk said, almost trying to remind him of something, "Tabuu's not first priority right now; Zalgo is."
It was then that Dean had a vision.
A violent vision.
Blood everywhere.
Everyone around him, dead.
Some psychopath had murdered them. Their intestines were everywhere.
Then he realised; this is what would happen if Zalgo won. Finally, he came face to face with He Who Waits Behind The Wall.
In the vision, anyway.
"So, you are this new anomaly Tabuu told me about, eh?" he asked in a language Dean felt he could understand every word.
Dean was terrified.
"I would kill you here and now, but that would ruin what I call my Plot Armour," Zalgo explained, "So I'll kill everyone else instead."
"So killing Sasuke's not enough?!?!" Dean wanted to scream. His mouth was sealed shut. Zalgo smirked. He seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. In fact, he did.
"I'm sending Kefka Palazzo in your direction," he stated, "I've given him orders to capture you, but not kill."
And with that the vision ended. Dean fell onto the floor, flat on his back. Everyone stared, worried. Finally, Dean spoke.
"He's sent Kefka," he said, terrified, "He's gonna kill everyone."
Everyone around him stared, almost as terrified now. Captain Falcon stood straight up. "Where's Mario?" he ordered, "We've got a serious problem."
Dean blacked out.
As Dean woke up, he heard explosions. Screaming. Kefka was here. He immediately bolted outside, scanning the area. Finally, he found Kefka, not by looking, but by hearing.
"Found you."
Dean immediately sent an energy blast flying in Kefka's direction. The blast went right past him. Dean stared. Wasn't Kefka just where the blast was? Then it hit him; Kefka's speed is unmatched. Or at least, outmatched so far. Gotta slow down time somehow, he thought. Can't figure it out now. Kefka was throwing punches like crazy. He was also laughing like a maniac.
Dean somehow felt no pain at all. Kefka stepped back, confused. "Oh... shit..." he said when he finally realised Dean wasn't normal; his arm was made of Subspace energy.
"...what do you mean, oh shit?" Dean asked, "Subspace energy isn't really that powerful, but if you think you're screwed, you're fuckin' screwed."
