Tropers: The Series

"Anyways back to finding that urn"

Taco raised the urn, to show that there was no search to be had.

edited 24th Jul '17 2:37:41 AM by TacoBadger

2-dimensional Zero shows up.

"Hey, guys! It's great of you to finally move into my line of travel! So, how's life going in the world of the wide?"

"Hold on. If the "Destroy The Status Quo" episode was just an RPG, then Pen ISN'T an urn!"

edited 23rd Jul '17 7:06:24 PM by TalesofUnder

Battle music

This is the last one. You're going to find out what the deal is with AP, and the Cerebus will go away.

I tumble through the air, losing all sense of direction before I reactivate my boots and split my double-pronged laser sword into two.

This isn't going to end if you win. Nothing will change, no matter how hard you try. The fact is, one episode's story arc can "fix" nothing.

"You're wrong. Anyone can make change happen, if they try hard enough and do it just right."

This is stupid. Just stop fighting, and everything will go back to normal. You're the aggressor here. We're just like we always have been unless stability is threatened. Just let us be.

"No. I owe it to Penroses. I owe it to Buddy, who I've been meaning to give a better body. And I owe it to any robots I might make in the future, to make it possible for people's circumstances to get better, and new people to enter our lives."

I rocket towards DLB, swinging my swords. He effortlessly parries every strike, and then kicks me in the face. I spin around, and go with the blow to shoot towards buddy, shearing off a duct tape arm.

He grows new arms from the duct tape around his core.

I don't need a new body. Duct tape for life.

He starts slapping me nonstop as I chop off more arms. I hope to use up all the tape, but DLB hits me from behind.

You're outnumbered and outmatched, Zero. You can't even beat me, much less both of us.

He shoots lightning at me again, and I take the full force of the strike on my shields, which start to overload. Sparks materialize all over my body, and one shoe shorts out. I start falling.

DLB nosedives after me.

"Hey, you ever wonder what makes light sabers end?"

We already know what does. It's a plasma containment field.

"Right."

I turn the containment field on one of my swords off, and the beam pierces through DLB's torso. He uses a bolt of lightning to destroy the sword, preventing it from cutting a fatal gash on the way out.

We land on the ground, and my shield uses the last of its power to protect me from the impact.

Well, game over. We'll figure out how to make you behave.

"Yep, game over, alright."

As he rushes forward, I open my hand, and a tiny homing dart shoots into the hole in his belly, deploying a flash drive.

The ANTIVIRUS PROGRAM is deployed into the wound.

Milliseconds in the future, but not many...

AP's steed breathes a cone of brilliant light into the center of the STATUS QUO VIRUS, dispersing a large amount of dark mist, and SV shrieks in pain.

HOW DARE YOU FIGHT AGAINST THE ORDER OF THINGS!? YOU THREATEN THE VERY INTEGRITY OF THE SHOW WITH YOUR ANTICS!

AP's sword grows to massive size, and he rides the dragon into the center of the darkness. A bolt of red energy comes from the core at him, but he deflects it easily. He swings his sword, cleaving the virus in half with a single mighty blow, and it disintegrated into nothingness.

AP speaks, for the first and last time.

Security threats found:1

Security threats fixed:1

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edited 23rd Jul '17 7:46:42 PM by ZeroL

"Oh...clever. I think."

Taco sighs. "I still like get none of this."

4th Dimensional Taco comes in. "The AP was in the robot the whole time, dink. By the way, I can travel through to any time I want, but that still took way too long."

edited 23rd Jul '17 8:57:53 PM by TacoBadger

"Indeed. Can we please agree to go back to being a sitcom next episode?"

"That's the moral! Never do long Homestuck-esque side-arcs. Ever."

Episode 18: Nukes Abound

I'm sitting at the dining room table, counting cents, and putting them into an envelope with "Andrew Hussie" written on it.

"25, 26, 27...Almost there. Maybe I should try claiming Fair Use."

Taco picks at lint between his toes. "You think he accepts lint as payment? It didn't work on the Lovecraft estate, but Hussie's kind of a wierdo, right?"

"I don't know. We could try. Just get any loose objects and put them in."

"Wait, if we gotta pay out Hussie..."

I quickly run out with my Stand. "WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO WITH ARAKI?!"

"Bev, be quiet about that, we don't need international lawsuits. We'd have bilingual. I can't learn more languages, it might prevent Alzheimer's!"

The phone rings.

The bright light pauses.

"Ah, shit. Did they say no side plots?"

"'Fraid so."

"Damn. I wanted to have some fun with you and some other parallel universe Pens."

"Well, it's Tropers The Series. Maybe you'll return as a surprise cameo."

"That's a reassuring thought."

"Uh, I guess you better take me back."

"Uh, I kinda already synced you up to your new vessel...are you fine with that?"

"Oh kay!"

Ashrose is sent back to the 3rd dimension of his universe in the form of a Bill Cipher POP! Vinyl Figure.

"Huh."

I see the figure, and put it in the envelope.

Laugh track. You can never kill the laugh track.

Taco groans. "Anyone gonna answer the DAMN PHONE?"

"Oh, right."

Picks up the phone

"Hello?"

Muffled screams come from within the envelope, but they are drowned out by laugh track.

A gruff voice is on the other side. COMMANDER, YOU GOTTA GET YOUR WIFE AND KIDS OUTTA TROPESBURG, THE KOREANS HAVE A TACTICAL NUCLEAR STRIKE HEADED THERE AS WE SPEAK. IN ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO, IT'LL BE THE ARMPIT OF THE US.

He pauses. Erm, is Commander Brigham on the line?

"Uh, no, I'm TropesForever. Sorry."

edited 24th Jul '17 3:21:16 PM by TropesForever

He was silent for a second. Huh. Okay. Um.... He hangs up quickly.

"Who was it?" Taco inquires.

"Some commander guy. He said my wife and kids are gonna blow up the armpit of Korea or something."

Taco looked confused. "You're married?"

The muffled voice from inside the envelope speaks.

"The armpit of my wife's children in Korea? But I don't have a wife!"