four sprites were upon it in front of hundreds of others. One of them is drooling on his own belly and trying to absorb it all back up. “This is a vewy sewous mattoah…Azoahban is wate, and aww wou can do is dwool!”
“(♪sspp-smmack!♪)…HIHHMH.”
“HEY, WOU GUYS AWE SO BUSSID! (AMBUSH!) (WHI’WIDOW DHH!)” When Groove yelled, a dust cloud filled the room from tiny, quaking, cupid hands. Most dragons can’t read. Meanwhile, back in the line to the white room, a dragon with a fake mustache tries to blend in by being quiet and looking straight ahead. “Sir, can you step out, please, for a second?” asked the Amolvian guards on duty. “SH’’!”
“Calm down, buddy, we just wanna search you and ask you a few questions.”
“DAMN, MAN, WHY Y’ALL F’’’IN’ WIT’ ME…? SH’’-” the dragon played the victim, briefly resisting, then re-assuming the position, facing the wall as his mustache fell off. “We gonn’ get you back in line, man, just tell us why you’re here.”
“MAN, I AIN’T TRYIN’ TO DO NOTHIN’! CAN I SEE JOELNAQ?! I’M HERE TO SEE JOELNAQ!”
“I mean, obviously, you’ up to somethin’ you got a fake mustache, man.”
“MAN…! - I’M TELLIN’ EVERYBODY ‘BOUT THIS…WHY I CAN’T SEE JOELNAQ?”
“We don’t feel like shovelin’ up snow, cause you wanna lie.”
“SH’’, MAN, THIS WALL HOT! AAH-H-HAA-AAHH!” the dragon grew annoyed. Then the guards show him a poster of Rosebush “the heart nanny” Swanigan, who kicks so much ass. “Read the first line.” Her super celled skin, even though it was a photo of her, began burning the dragon’s eyes. He started jerking and yanking away from the guards. “MAN!” yelled the dragon, straining to dig his toenails into the wall and to climb up because they were holding him. ♫°
Gawndihowl morph…
♫°”My daddy said I can kill a miwun men in swoe mossum…”
“Little, get the hell out of here, now!” Groove whispers in the cave entrance, the bass in his voice still echoed throughout the cave. Azarban shoved hat with his little hands, then he clutched hat’s jacket collar and said, “I’M SICK OF WOU AWWAYS BOSSIN’ ME AWOUN’, AY’S! If it woahn’t foah me wou woumn’t even be hewe! Don’t kiww a kiz dweam!”
“N’’’’, if you blow my cover…hggh-Lemme go!”
“What ahh wou gonna do?” The hollow-bats howled a bit, and then calmed by the angelic voices. Vogue walks in. “King Azarban…”
“VOHHHHW!” Azarban is excited to see Vogue and drops Groove. “Groove, he’s just trying to help, why do you have to be so mean?” said Vogue with admiration toward them both. She picked Ban up, held him close, then rocked him in her hands. “Not today… No! Every time he shows up, he puts himself in the most dangerous place possible. Then, when I tell him to get lost, he starts crying for no reason and blows my cover! I’m not getting’ suspended again because of him.”
“Wou act wike buhspenson wasts foahevoah!”
“HAHA-Yeah, that’s right.” Vogue spoke in defense for the little active cupid, he crawled out her hands and runs around her shoulders as if she was a giant playpen. “Let’s go – That’s alright, I don’t even want this mission. Let’s just go…”
“Groove!” Little sniffled. Groove moved his lips and, silently, he expressed, “SEE, OH MY GOD!” setting both his hands on his forehead, somewhat lifting his visor. Vogue sat Little down on a large boulder. He started to cry really loud. “Shhh, no blessing way…What did I ever do to you?” Groove whispers to Ban, praying on his knees. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“That’s a good question; I’m on the mission of my dreams. Me and Azarban just saw the devil come in here. He RIGHT-back-there and he’s cheating again. This is IT!” Groove points to the dark passageway, floating around in the Amolvian way. “Honey, you hurt his feelings. If you would just let him help, he could-”
“Quiet…” Groove growled. Vogue covered Little’s mouth with her hand. Other than Ban’s sniffling, only the bats could be heard flapping and screeching above within the cave. Little sat in silence, blinking his little eyes, wondering why Groove stopped complaining all of a sudden. “I sense the accuser.” Groove shares, activating a little flashlight that was built into his earpiece. Suddenly, the cave rumbled, and the shape-shifting chameleon dragon exposed himself, also being part of the boulder Azarban was sitting on! “AAA!” Little screamed as the devil morphed underneath him. Vogue had that Amolvian courage, she wasn’t scared of sh’’, she just stood there and waited until he was done morphing, summoning a melee bar in her hand. “AZARBAN!” Groove tried to grab Little-Azarban. Azarban bit him and possessed another boulder. The bats panicked and took various routes to shelter. When the dragon snapped at Vogue, she dodged and stuck him with the melee bar, which wasn’t charged and appeared to be a sword. Sugg double clocked and bled halo. Then she channeled for reinforcements. Little’s new boulder began to slide off as it grew arms and legs, running toward the light. While taking blasts from a sinister blizzard, double clocked Groove locked onto the colorless blurry dragon and put together ideal break-dance combos, letting go a flurry of Hollowbotic maces attached to chains. Sugg roared and escaped by an inch. He headed toward an important moon called, Radiolight. Some of the surround-belt telecast announcers, (♪He’s headed toward Clearlight! The moon where everyone’s invisible...♪)
(♪IT’S GOING TO THE UP ABOVE, NOW, FOLKS!♪) The Hollownauts lost more men and tried to drain more of his life points, but they were no match. “OH, HELL NO!” yelled Groove, playfully lifting off into the Axe heavens. Azarban was still in the boulder, but he was floating in deep space with Groove and all the other nukes. The dragon looked at the boulder with confusion. The boulder rockets at the dragons head. ♫°
Gawndihowl morph…
♫°Super Demo sits in one of the Super Amolvian hotel rooms with a few bots watching television with his favorite actress making out on his window. “Who is this all over my woman? She is all over him…” He flips through the channels to stop on the news… “Oh, y’all can’t legalize gay marriage, but there’s a guy wearing a wig on your dollar bill.” He changes the channel again. A reality show is on, (♪”My name is Uguado Mayoula, and I am a poop artist.”♪) the guy was snapping photos of the inside of a toilet bowl. “Now, that’s just wrong…” says Demo. Groove senses Demo on the top floor of the building and levitates to his window. He opens the window from the outside and says, “Beep, beep, no superstars detected, be-beep…” Then he closes the window and floats over to the Amolvian princess Palixine’s bedroom window. He saw Rosebush and Honeysuckle sitting in bed with the princess. They were comforting her, but Groove didn’t give a crap, he just saw an opportunity to steal Rosebush’s fans. He followed her surround-belt until one of her cameras got a good view of the window. Then, he hovered by the window and sang a rhythm and blues song just until he got out of view. Palixine's room was a mess; she was looking for a bracelet her mother gave her. "You've done so well with the place." Honeysuckle lied. Then, Rosebush sang to Palixine and Honeysuckle joined, the invisible speakers in their surround belt playing original melody. “Aww!” said Groove, sticking to the window like a spider to peer inside. In the white room God sat and spoke with the rebels and the heroes, “Behold, there’s nothing wrong with womb, womb is a good thing. I still remember when I got some womb,” those who hadn’t heard of Christ didn’t get the joke. “Good woman, good womb.” He said, counseling them. A spy-cherub walks up in Christ's sandals. One of Azarban’s partners in crime confronted him, “Ooh, wittle, wou twaitoah! Wou got us bussid!” then he picked up a vase and threw it at Azarban. Azarban possessed it; it transformed into a vase man and started chasing the cupid who threw it. “AAA!” One of Groove’s nightclubs was under investigation for illegal Hollowbotics. When Groove arrived, he was in disguise. “Your name, sir.”
“Boogie Smalls, I’m not on the list!”
“Whh?”
“I’m not on the list…” He punched the door guy in
the face and ran in. The name of the place was ‘the network’, after one of Luck’s signature moves. Only experienced groove fighters came here. It had a bad reputation for fights breaking out here and there. It had a kitchen where the grand cherub worked as a chef. He looked like a normal Caucasian guy, but he had the ability to manage or overpower the spy cherubs, the handfuls… “See that-there, boy? It take a real man to do that – aah, shhit!” The grand cherub burned himself showing off to the volunteer workers. He tried to grab a lemon-peppershaker, but it slid away from him and screamed for its life. Then, it screamed playfully… Every spy cherub in Axe was in the kitchen! “SHICKEN SHICKEN SHICKEN!” They sang. “OK, everyone who wants cake, out of the kitchen.” The spy-cherubs hurry out of the kitchen, all but one smart one who says, “This isn’t ovoah.” holding up a little sword. He pointed it at the grand cherub, sheathed it, and then fled. One of the volunteers asked the drunken chef, “What do we do now?”
“Satan says we want to hurt each other, but he’s just a damn liar.”
“Ha-What…?”
“Don’t dive into the deep end, kid. The Holy Spirit directs my steps…If my voice doesn’t comfort you, then do not trust me either.” Those who follow Christ will
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