Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Remains of the Tournament Arena?

The Red Rocket team are all warped out of the explosion range, while TXRA joins them, as they wait to see what becomes of their enemy.

   LET ME DOWN, YOU FLAPPY BIRD!!!   

The eagle let fall the somber man into the ruins.

CRASH!

   OW! MY LEGS!!   

   What the heck happened here? It seems that I lost all the fun...   

Vs. CyberSafi

Nero seemed kinda upset.

"Really man? REALLY?"

He dashed forward and attempted to grappled onto Safi's head for an Exceed Clutch Claw-esque attack!

Castle Schrade

Megan stepped forward and turned around with the instinct of a trained hunter, bringing up her... 'borrowed' DMR in the direction of the noise. She kept her finger safely away from the trigger, just in case...

apple looked at the man, lowering her bow

"So are you a god for profit or is the profit symbolic?"

she looked quizacally

"What put you in power?"

That's a long story. Take a sit please.

It all started when I ran away from my house, by reasons. I was a child yet. I was alone, without a place where to go...

Hub Centralis slums (flashback)

I was living from robbery: I took from the vendors what I need for living. The markets were my fridge. One day, a guard caught me.

Well, what we have here? A slum rat robbing fruits.

Wait sir, I don't have a home and nowhere to live. Forgive me please, I will not steal again.

The oldest of the book. You know the punishment for thieves like you...

And he took out a saber, ready to cut my hands off. And he could do it, if not were for my savior...

   Take your hands off the boy   

A gigantic man appeared in front of me, and beated the guard off a pulp.

Who... you are?

   My name is Johann Sebastian Mastropiero. You look like a lonely boy, but with wisdom and experience in his heart. I'll take you to my home, you'll be my apprentice.   

The gaseous form of life itself is not too keen on being pulled around like that.

In fact, at Silver's telekinetic tugging, the bioenergy explodes, engulfing Cyber Safi and staggering it, which also allows the other attacks to connect. However, unlike its normal biological self, Nero's efforts are unable to soften it up in any sort of way.

Sonic's strikes leave a noticeable gash in Cyber Safi's tail, exposing some wiring underneath and causing its laser-spikes to flicker.

In response to this, the mechadragon lunges forward at Silver, aiming to knock him down onto his back. If successful, it will then snatch him off the ground in its mouth, rise into the air, and fire a continuous beam of blue energy - which will stop against Silver's body, constantly damaging him until the force finally builds too much and blasts him into the ground from its mouth, the blast itself trailing along afterwards and making the ground beneath Silver explode for massive damage that will almost certainly kill him if he doesn't get healed immediately.

"Silver!" yells Sonic. He dashes forth to try and get his fellow hedgehog out of danger's way.

"I see what is being done," says Yasha. He leaps at Cyber Safi's tail with a karate chop, trailing Mantra energy for a cutting edge!

Mega Man joins in with a Wheel Cutter, throwing it at the tail to have it loop around in a shredding arc.

Zenkichi uses One-Shot Kill to fire a powerful bullet at Cyber Safi's head!

Shadow looks on at Silver with a contemplative expression.

Schezo uses a rapid-fire Shadow Edge onslaught, dashing and slashing at multiple parts of Cyber Safi's body as a moving silhouette.

Fatalis emerges before Megan, rising up on its hind legs sinisterly and licking its lips.

Orochi Strikes!

The god falls limp, falling to the ground.

Azrael laughs heartily to the sky, what remains of his shirt? Jacket? flowing behind him.

The Four Kings rush to Orochi's side. He's knocked cold, and is heavily damaged...

But still alive.

He slowly returns to his normal form, a cone of light shooting out from him.

The Creator decides not to make some grand speech, but to return from whence he came for now.

Yashiro falls on his ass, relieved that Orochi is somehow still alive. Likewise, the other Kings sit.

Azrael takes a sharp look at Orochi, but is actually stopped by X, who had wapred in to see the aftermath.

X:    "This isn't our fight anymore. The feast is over."   

Azrael simply groans.

Azrael: "Too many people getting in the way... Damn."

And with that, the Mad Dog begins to walk off, X warping back to the Space Fortress.

Reprium, Outside The ToP Arena

Segata and Draco peacefully watch the aftermath from afar, when Defense just casually drops a whole truckload of people that he managed to get out of the final detonation.

Defense: "Apologies, but I needed to get them somewhere- Oh, OF COURSE he's gone! Slippery little devil!"

Defense grumbles to himself.

Sig notices the Creator escaping in light-form, and his expression sours. However, seeing that everything is alright, he warps away.

"I'll be ready for the rematch," says Shaq to Goku, before departing.

'Course Shaq! See ya later!

He then flies down to Orochi's level and reach for his jacket, using it to grab a Senzu bean. He hold it out;

Yo! You should get him to eat this, it'll fix him up!

Vegeta tilt his head to the side but then smirks slowly, while Zelerie also understands.

Reprium

Susana and his team awakes.

We... we did it?

Don't talk me, the world is still whirling...

Let me grab your hair, Balloonman.

...

Mastropiero Castle (flashback)

Mastropiero taught me how to play various instruments, and also taught me to canalize the music into energy... because he is the Spirit of Music Made Flesh.

As a final test, we engaged into a fight... and I won.

   No! I couldn't had lost! You cheated! I can't forgive you! Get out of my castle, and never return!   

When I was in the hall of the castle, I heard the strumming of a guitar. I got out of the castle and saw a young man playing his guitar.

Who are you?

My name is Ruben. I want to be the disciple of Mastropiero to be the best guitarist of Reprium.

Well... I'm afraid that he doesn't accept new alumni anymore... You want to be with me? I can teach you how to play the guitar.

He accepted, and we went together to his town... this town.

There was a tale, once.
A tale that had begun to be written, in an age past, far from this one. It had created an universe, and had begun to explore it. It had created beings, and had begun to tell of them.
And yet, at the same time-

It was a tale that had been abandoned, left without an ending, to float in the cold, uncaring void of imagination and boredom, of creativity and destruction, of memory and forgetfulness.
Many a story had been lifted from it, the three bearers of fate had spun many a thread, but all had ended abruptly. No, perhaps, it would be more appropriate to say- even the Parcae were only one amongst thousands, millions of Parcae. They only moved to the whims of a pair of hands amongst billions, danced the melody played by a singular mind in the infinite universe. And like them, so many more had spun more threads, white and black and gold and a thousand other colors, for all the other minds and hands that moved. But at the same time, not even those hands are always the same. They grow, they mature. They look forward and smile at the endless possibilities of the future; they look back and sigh at the mistakes of the past.

The power to draw out any number of worlds and fates, to spin them and cut them and tie them back together, that is the power held by those hands. And now- those hands that had long since stopped moving in this world, that had abandoned it and its denizens to fall on the underside of the gameboard into oblivion, were once again moving.
They drew out a shape from the void. There, was not shape nor form, not color nor attribute- all was blended together, and so nothing at all existed. But when it was drawn out, something came to exist. New, still undefined, yet it definitely 'existed'. With a few swift movements, its features were defined. Its form was a human's, its height was a bit above average, its weight slim. Its limbs would too be averagely muscular, but defined well enough. Its eyes would be two, two its ears, one its nose and mouth. It was decided it would be male, or at least identify as such.

It came then time to draw out details, so that the new existence would not collapse after realizing it was no different than any other that already was there. From the top, this time- its hair was drawn, long until its shoulders. At first it shone white, then with a few moments of delay, it lost all color and became a dark brown. Its eyes acquired focus, and became blue. Its arms were enveloped in markings, a red pattern that permeated their surface. And next, its body was too enveloped by fabric and cloth.
A brown pair of sandals for its feet. Underwear, then blue pants for its legs. A black shirt on its torso, and a jacket on top, of a white color. Its waist was given a belt, on it seemed to be placed three instruments of yet unseen make. And its neck was adorned in gold by a pendant, bearing onto it a peculiar shape. The hands looked at the creation, and judged it functional to their tale.

And the hands wrote more, of its fate and its trials, of its past and its ambitions, of its flaws and its virtues, of its motivations and its beliefs. Its guts were laid out and inscribed, and then closed up once more, this creature now given a purpose.

Now.

All that remained was to give it a space wherein to exist. And so, now, in the Arena- whatever the setting is at this moment- one man would show up.
Leaning against the nearmost building, hands in the pockets of his jacket, humming a tune to himself. There, he would wait, for someone else to show up. Perhaps, someone to talk to. Or perhaps not. It was not up to him, after all.

Hub Centralis

A mass of dark color and a consistency akin to tar, or perhaps rubber in the process of being refined into a car tire, maybe even chocolate, materializes.

It shudders and writhes as a dark aura seeps from its surface.

The deformed mutants walks in. One is tall and thin, the other is also tall but also fat.

Pretty cool how we contributed to things for once

narf The taller one prepares to admonish the other but both notice the black mass and briefly freeze up.

Gooly gee! I do believe that this bid bad omens!

a tall man with brown hair, a bit of facial hair and glasses walks over to the strange looking mass, a bit confused

"Well whats this doing in the middle of the street near a wendys?"

he spoke in an almost literal tone, if a bit obliviously, it sounded strange

The mass of substance, henceforth called 'The Beast', catches the mutants' voices and starts sloughing its way towards them.

Parade - Susumu Hirasawa

As The Beast moves, it leaves a trail of darkness. Darkness that smells like chocolate.

chocolate

Hmmmm yes it is chocolate but we need to defeat it and there's only one guy here who seems able to do i! Goodie! Let us find our weapons!

chocolate

They briefly retreat...

"It smells like chocolate"

he kept looking at it move towards the mutants

"Why is it moving? is it going somewhere?"

When the mutants retreat, The Beast sets its 'sights' on the employee, schlumphing towards him startlingly fast with clear malicious intent.

The Mutants Rescue The Wendy Employee (EARRAPE)

Luckily for the employee the mutants run in with paddles, one of which is thrown at him.

Quick! The beast must be contained! BY FORCE!

sex

They begin to try to bravely beat the shit out of it

Edited by Bolded1 on Jan 25th 2021 at 7:52:31 PM

"I cant die, i have work today!, ive already issed work because i was murdered before i cant use that excuse again!

then he noticed the mutants attacking the monster

"Oh good! more monsters came to kill the monster...wait, shouldnt monsters team up or something?"

he caught the paddle

"thanks deformities!"

he began swinging at the creature with the paddle

Edited by vgm23 on Jan 25th 2021 at 10:58:26 AM

A group of giant insect-ladies, lead by a cockroach, followed the smell, and reachedthe beast and the mutants.

   A chocolate beast? That's weird, but delicious.   

   Mmmm... chocolate beast.   

The Beast recoils. Paddles! Its one weakness!

It crumples under the blows, each impact leaving an indentation. It was so close to its ultimate goal...

No. It refuses to be driven back yet again, not when it is this close!

A tendril of rubber grabs the neck of the lanky mutant's paddle, attempting to wrench it from his grasp and swat at him with it, while more tendrils shoot out to stab and slice whatever they can.

Oh no! The mutant is padded away, though its THICC brother doesn't care, keeping the bashing going. It earn itself a decent number of holes but power through the pain or fail to register it.

   LET'S EAT, GIRLS!!   

The 4 insect-ladies jumped to the beast to give him a huge bite!

wendys employee jumps away from the arms, landing on the ground

"Cement hurts"

she kept swinging at the beast, though more cautiously