by B. Chris
“Hey guys!” she yelled, “get ready, it looks like they are about to break through!” the HHP had the place completely surrounded. They began to open fire on the force field. It looked like it wasn’t making a dent.
“Ha! They’re not touching us!” I celebrated. I then got on the intercom, “Ha Ha! You can’t get us! Put a banana in your mouth, Barsco! You’ll never get through!” Barsco ordered them to cease-fire. He then got on his radio and said,
“Bring in the Baby Mama!” I turned to the working doc,
“Is that your ex-wife?” he rose up and turned to me.
“What?”
“The Baby Mama is coming. Is that your ex?”
“Oh no, kid,” he exclaimed, “That’s a tank!” I was stunned. Suddenly dropping from an airplane in the sky landed a big black tank with the name Big Mama written on the side. Barsco looked back at us and chuckled, pulled a banana out of his pocket and pretended to shoot it at us as if it were a gun. The big KABOOM from the tank followed after. Shaking the force field it actually shook the place.
“What are we going to do?” Foxy yelled. Another shot hit the shield. It was about to break.
“Once they break through,” said Honey, “the squad is going to rush through first. Be sure to hit them. Get ready for contact!” everyone was on the ready. The tank fired a big hole through the shield. The HHP ran through shooting.
“Contact!” Honey yelled. They all fired at the enemies. I can’t believe we were actually taking them down. But I was really impressed with Honey. She covered every opened window on her own, she even gave some support fire to Terry and Foxy. She hopped to my cameras to scope the blind areas. She left and ran outside, took out some guys and hopped back in the garage through the front window where she originally started. She was like an action hero. Where did this come from? All this time, I thought she was some whining, complaining, bossy brat. But once she put all that aside, she was a warrior, a five star general, a machine, a poetic slayer. She was a…
“Snax!” she yelled, “Who else is out there. I can’t see what’s coming!” I looked at the screen and answered her,
“It’s a Tank missile! DUCK!” the tank shot through the garage making a big, gaping hole in the wall. As the smoke cleared, Barsco appeared.
“Looks like I win. Everyone get down on your knees with your hands behind your head.” We all did so except for the doctor still working on Buzzy.
“Did you hear what I said?” Barsco exclaimed, “You are about to be apprehended. Don’t make it hard on yourself, Pops.”
“Oh is that right?” asked Dr. Soundz, “You and what army?”
“What are you talking about? The HHP that came with me!!” Barsco answered frustrated. Then he asked himself, “Wait, where is the bee girl?” We all looked for her too.
“Yoo hoo!” she yelled from a distance. Honey appeared on the top of the tank. She opened the top and pulled a weasel from inside, she took one of his grenades and threw him off the tank. She pulled the clip from it with her teeth.
“No…” Barsco cried. She threw the grenade back inside the tank.
“NO NO NO!” he cried louder. She closed the top of the tank and locked it. The tank exploded from the inside. Baby Mama was no longer usable. Honey looked at Barsco and smiled.
“NOOOOO!!!” Barsco screamed out of frustration.
“How does if feel to have no more back up?” the doc asked as he stitched Buzzy back up preparing to shock him back to life.
“It doesn’t matter,” Barsco shot back with his laser gun in his hand, “All of you are going to jail under the law of Crispy one way or the other.” he was still ignored. Dr. Soundz yelled out,
“Clear!” the shock hit Buzzy like lightning bolts. Buzzy shot up from his eternal slumber.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” he screamed. The scream was so loud that we were blasted out of each window that we were posted by and the rest of the garage crumbled down on Buzzy, Dr. Soundz and Barsco. Foxy, Terry and I frantically ran out of the garage as it came down.
As we were on the outside of the rubble. We didn’t know what was going to happen at this point.
“Oh no.” said Honey on top of the tank. Suddenly there was some shaking in the rubble. A yellow fist punched out of the rubble. Buzzy emerged out of the dirt yelling,
“Grab my hand before Tint shoots!” he didn’t know where he was. It seemed like he thought he was still on that rooftop. We ran to him and got him out of the rubble.
“Buzzy are you ok?” I asked.
“Where are we? Where’s Tint?” he asked. We had to catch him up on everything.
“So wait, let me get this straight. I died?” he asked, “And Tint is done for. We are no longer on the Outskirts and now we’re here in…wherever we are…and I had to get my heart fixed by Dr. Soundz? Well where is he?” the doctor blasted from the rubble and walked over to Buzzy to take a quick look at his condition. He checked his heart and told him to cough. Buzzy did so. We all heard his heart.
BOOM BOOM TAP BOOM BOOM
“Alright son, you’re good to go.” said the doc, “Try not to die anytime soon. I’ll bill you in a week or so.”
“Uh, ok. Thanks Doc” Buzzy answered still confused. Dr. Soundz pulled Barsco from under the rubble and threw him over his shoulder.
“Hold up!” said Terry, “You’re just going to save him after all of this mess that he pulled? Why don’t you just leave him?” Barsco looked back at him and answered,
“Barsco is still my son. I can’t turn my back on him, even if he turns his back on me. You’ll understand one day when you have kids. He walked into the sunset. Buzzy then asked,
“So wait! Where are we again?”
“Well it was Custom Soundbites. But now we’re standing over it.” I answered.
“So if we’re at Custom Soundbites then that means… we are close to Mount San Blue!!” Buzzy stressed.
“That explains how Barsco found us!” said Terry, “We’re back in their jurisdiction.”
“Well what now Buzzy?” asked Foxy.
“Its time to take the mountain back! Follow me!” he yelled.
Aw yeah… this is gonna be good!
Moral: Some bonds are unbreakable
Chapter Eleven
Wrath of the Gods
Chronicler
Buzzy and the crew parked the bus in the middle of nowhere. All they could see was the mountain miles ahead of them. They hopped off of the bus to get a better look. The sky was dark and full of red clouds. Red lightning bolts came from the sky shocking the radio tower.
“What’s going on up there?” asked Snax.
“Crispy and Dekeeto knows were coming.” Buzzy answered.
Meanwhile MC Crispy was on his throne. He stood up and adjusted his hat. He looked outside of the balcony and saw them out in the desert.
“They’re on there way.” he thought.
“You know what to do.” Dekeeto said in his mind. Crispys eyes turned red. He reached his hand toward the sky and summoned his demons. They were ugly hyena like creatures.
“Down that very mountain is your enemy. Slaughter them!” ordered the rap god. The demons rushed down the tower and down the mountain.
Snax saw them through his binoculars.
“This is not good, guys.” he said, “I don’t think they’re coming down to talk.”
“Are you kidding?” Terry disagreed, “This is where it’s at. I’ve been waiting the whole book for this moment.” Buzzy stood on top of the bus and spoke into the mic of influence. He set the mic for everyone in the world to hear his voice. He shouted,
“Attention everybody!! This is DJ B-Quick! If you love real music get your hands up! If you're tired of being a slave in your mind, get your hands up! If you want MC Crispy off of the throne then the revolution will not be televised. You'll have to come to Mount San Blue for yourself. Help us make a stand! Help us fight for what's right! Come on y'all! Let go! United w
e stand, divided we fall!”
Citizens from all over came to his aid. Talen and the goons showed up, the stones and the zombies from Las Omega came, and even a few of the HHP force came to their need. They believed in Buzzys power of influence. Buzzy smiled as he hopped down off the bus. They evened out the playing field. His speech continued
“Alright guys!” said Buzzy, “This is where it goes down. This is where we fight! This is where they lose! This is where we take our music, our powers, and our lives back to where it belongs!” Buzzy got back on the bus and it transformed into a robotic sound stereo Titan. It stood seventeen feet tall. There were some turntables inside of the Titans chest. Buzzy got behind his decks. He started playing the instrumental that he was working on the whole quest and finally put them to action. He pressed a button and a massive stereo formed out of the Titans shoulders. Foxy was able to plug up her guitar with the music, all while Terry was able to rap on the mic of influence. They marched toward the mountain. The beats were so powerful it made the ground tremble tremendously the closer they got to the tower.
“Hey Crispy! We’re back! And we’re coming for you!” yelled Terry. Foxy continued to hit that bass harder and harder. Buzzys bass from his music made the demons fall over each other.
“Ok guys its on!” Snax yelled.
“We’re about to clash with the mob!” Honey yelled out.
The titan got closer and closer. The demons ran savagely toward it. And then they collided. The Titan trampled through the pit. The knocking beats had them flying all over the mountain. Beams of light came from the speaker melting the demons away. They started marching up the hill and through the town. A few demons tried to hop on the Titan but they were knocked off. Crispy saw them getting closer to the hill. He growled. He then summoned quicksand to stop the Titan in its tracks. The titan sank waste deep. It was stuck. Buzzy was a sitting duck.
“I can’t believe it!” yelled Honey behind the Titan, “This is what stops us? What’s the plan now Buzzy?” Buzzy hopped in mid air and yelled, “Amplify!” slamming onto the ground blowing away more demons.
“It's go time, everybody!” he said, “We got to fight our way up the mountain.” They were completely surrounded. So then the fight began. They were all punching demons in the head, and cracking skulls together. Snax and Talen bit demon heads and threw them like rag dolls. Honey and some HHP members were shooting beams at them with their assault weapons. Foxy used her guitar as an axe and was chopping demons apart along with the zombies eating them. Terry summoned more blue ninjas and commence to more butt kicking. He was savoring every moment of it. Buzzy started shooting sound beams from his hands. The fight had led them to the front door of the tower.
“Terry, give me the mic!” Buzzy ordered. Terry threw the microphone of influence to him. Buzzy caught it and ran inside.
“Good luck, Buzzy! And give him trouble!” yelled Honey. Buzzy nodded and ran inside.
He ran inside the front lobby and it didn’t look like how he left it. It was turned into a cathedral for MC Crispy. It was all statues and billboards with Crispys name. Buzzy knew that Crispy was on the top floor. He walked toward the elevator and pressed the button. As expected, the elevator didn’t work. He looked up the steps and saw five bigger demons walking down.
“Aw C’mon!” Buzzy said out loud. He marched up the steps, powered up and took it to them easily. At this point, they were no match for B-Quicks power. He punched one in the chest and made him collapse, he took two other demons and bashed their heads together, he took the third but the arm and threw him over the rail and down to the lobby. Then left the last one. His back was against the main doors to the throne room. Buzzy gave him a front kick through the doors. The demon landed by the balcony at Crispys feet. He grabbed the Rap gods leg begging for help. Crispy showed no remorse as he backhanded him over the balcony letting him fall into the war below. He then turned to Buzzy.
“DJ B-Quick, the Spinner Supreme,” he said, “you like what I've done with the place?”
“You'll pay for what you did to the grandmaster.” said Buzzy.
“Oh no need to be sensitive about it,” Crispy responded, “he's right over there with my trophies.”
“You'll pay for that.” Buzzy sternly said, “You don't deserve this spot. You never have. You made a deal with the dragon and now you think you're on top. But it won't last.”
“I took this spot effortlessly, bug!” Crispy yelled, “And I defeated your strongest DJ! What makes you think that you'll be able to defeat me? You're no supreme spinner! You're weak!”
“And you're weaker.” Buzzy shot back. He then powered up, “Amplify!” Bass had burst out of his body. It broke all the windows on the floor. Buzzy was ready to do battle. MC Crispy chuckled.
“Come on, son,” he said, “You really think you're the only one who knows how to rock some bass? Here's a remix. TERRIFY!!!” The bass took over his body. His eyes had gotten even more red. Red glowed off of his body. He stomped the floor, then the whole level broke apart. It felt like a devastating earthquake. It broke through every single level of the building. The two fell through and we're back in the lobby area. Buzzy landed on his feet dusting the debris off of his shoulder.
“You're handling power that you can't control.” Buzzy stated, “Dekeeto is too much for you. He'll tear you up from the inside out.”
“Bug, please.” said Crispy, “Of course you wouldn't know what to do with this type of power.” he sprinted at Buzzy. Suddenly, he zigzagged in mid charge. It was almost as if Buzzy couldn’t follow his movements he was so fast. As he got closer to him, Buzzy timed it perfectly kicking him in the face. He dropped him like a swatted fly.
“Oh I think I know a thing or two.” Buzzy replied. Crispy gave Buzzy an uppercut. Buzzy flew high into a wall. He managed to hit a backflip and landed his feet along the wall. The contact cracked the wall making more debris fall. Buzzy adjusted his glasses and blasted back at Crispy like a missile. He tackled the wolf. They rolled on ground. The hopped up off the ground and squared up. They threw punches. They traded kicks. It was super fast, it was super loud, and it was super catastrophic. They shot in the air, and traded licks as if they were laser beams. They were evenly matched.
“Please bug, you're no match for me.” Crispy snapped.
“We’ll see about that.” Buzzy responded. He whipped out the Mic of influence. He used it like nunchucks. He the extended to cord and wrapped it around Crispy. He ran circles around him to make the cord tighter. Crispy was all tied up unable to move. Buzzy yanked the cord to make him spin so fast it formed tornado wind. It was so fast that it made Crispy and Dekeeto split apart. The two counterparts flew to two different walls. They fell to the ground. Buzzy noticed that MC Crispy looked different. He was no longer a big bad wolf. He was a Husky dog, a young pup at that. He was probably around the same age as Buzzy. He then turned to his left and saw the goat. He then said,
“Hmm… Ain't it funny how the mic can expose you.”
“You yellow fool,” said Dekeeto, “You think you've won?”
“Master, jump back inside of me. We can beat him!” Crispy begged.
“You failed me! Get lost!” Dekeeto yelled. He turned back to Buzzy, “Do you think my power ends here? Your powers come from me! I created music and turned them into weapons long before this universe was even made! I'm going to take that yellow round head of yours and burst it in my hand like a cantaloupe!” he morphed into his dragon form. He stood on his back legs. He was seven feet tall and his arms were as wide as two trucks. Buzzy felt a wave of intimidation. He gulped,
“No no,” he thought, “fight through it. You can do it!” he dodged Dekeetos punched. His fist punched through the ground. Buzzy swooped in for the attack. He attacked his body drilling into his stomach. Buzzy felt like he was punching a brick wall. He got out of the way of Dekeetos arm just in time. Buzzy kicked him across the face making him fly through two buildings. Buzzy swooped after him. He th
rew massive amounts of punches and kicks. Dekeeto was taking all of the blows. But then Dekeeto caught his fist. He knew it was Dekeetos turn. He was in trouble. He turned the tables and punched Buzzy so hard that he broke Buzzys glasses. He flew through three buildings. Buzzy stood up dizzy. Dekeeto grabbed buzzy by the leg and slammed him on the ground and along the walls like a rag doll. He then threw him out of a window high in the air. Buzzy landed on his back on top of a roof of a building. Dekeeto was incredibly strong. Why did Dekeeto even need a host? As Buzzy laid there, he noticed it was about to rain. He chuckled a bit then a cough followed it. It felt nice. Then the moment was enturrupted by the dragon as he hovered over him laughing.
The others stopped fighting the demons and noticed Buzzy on the roof laid out. They were all worried. They all began to rush toward him but they were cut in their tracks as Dekeeto landed a mile between them. He dared them to fight him by taunting them,
“Anyone trying to jump in this pool of death? It's ok, the pool open, waters fine.” They froze. He then confirmed, “No? I didn't think so.” he walked toward Buzzy slowly. Buzzy struggled to sit up. He was too weak and his head was too heavy. But he managed to get up and get to one knee. Dekeeto grew wings and flew up to his level. He hovered over him as if he was vulture waiting on Buzzy to die so he could eat his flesh.
“It's over, Spinner Supreme.” Dekeeto said, “You’re spirit is broken, you're through. But don't feel too bad. What's a bug compared to a dragon anyway? Of course this is light work.” Buzzy felt very antagonized and discouraged. Then he felt enraged and frantic to win. His thoughts weren't clear.
“Yeah well, I still have one more trick up my sleeve.” Buzzy responded. He whipped out his stinger and aimed it at him, “This is my final shot. If I go down, you're going with me.”
“Buzzy no!” Honey screamed, “That’s your last shot at life! There has to be another way to defeat him! It has to be! What's the point of the victory if you don't live to see it?”
